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heavenknowsffs · 1 year
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people will really just write their entire traumatic life events on twitter girl that's what therapy's for
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moonahyeon · 1 month
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I just shifted this morning 😭 FOR THE FIRST TIME !! I’m so excited that I finally did it but why am I kinda disappointed it was so normal.. I feel like I’m not as happy as I thought I’d be, shifting for the first time. I had all these expectations, yknow? plus rn I’m not doing the best physically bc of how nauseous I feel from traveling irl (like in my CR) to another continent so that might be affecting my mood.
how? 🌸
I finally took a break from trying to shift to my kpop dr so I could organize a new script for it in notion. So I decided I would try to shift to my waiting room for the mean time. I saw @pinkerinos story on how they shifted after I woke up at like 10am in the morning and it motivated me sm I wanted to follow what they did. thank you to them 🙏🙏 I was really tired when I woke up and wanted to go back to sleep but felt musty so I washed up and tidied my room. Until I went back to bed, I said affirmations (some in my head, most out loud). I didn’t use a method but I was saying things like “shifting to my waiting room is “easy-peasy lemon squeeze-y”. yeah it’s kinda cringe 😭 but I was trying to make it catchy so I would remember it.
I didn’t have to do a 500 hour meditation, or even specify if it was an awake or asleep method. Looking back I think I shifted out of pure delusional confidence. I didn’t shift to my waiting room or any dr I had scripted for. I think my intentions got mixed up because I shifted to a reality where I had my kpop dr face/body. But I wasn’t an idol. I lived in a coastal town in sk and spoke and thought in korean when I’m not fluent in this reality. I hadn’t realized I shifted until I was in the elevator of my apartment complex heading downstairs to work (I lived on the second floor but their were shops/plaza on the first floor). When I realized I shifted to some random reality I didn’t care it wasn’t my DR and stayed for the sake of having shifted. My initial reaction was to hit myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming but in general I felt normal? — is that common for anyone else❔
I think the fact I’m somewhere where it’s summer/the beach affected the place I shifted to.
has this happened to anyone? I shifted back to a dream bc in my OR I was still sleeping. After spending 5-7ish hours in that reality I shifted back willingly bc it was jus a regular life, labor, and I had to deal with annoying ass customers. 😭😭 when I came back I woke up in a dream?? I don’t lucid dream so my memory is distorted from that point on. I woke up irl soon after and started to doubt myself .. was it all a dream?? But there were too many reasons it wasn’t “just a dream”.
reasons why it wasn’t a dream:
I have a dream journal and every dream I’ve had has been sporadic and irregular with time. In the reality I shifted to time was “linear” and I remembered the past, experienced the present, and worried about the future.
When I have a dream I’m never “present”/aware I only remember what I experience after I wake up. But in that reality I felt everything happen in the present like it would in my OR.
Also I had such complex memories/thoughts I couldn’t even think of as a 14yr old in my OR.
srry if this storytime was too long and or boring 😭 I’m not a blogger or someone who posts. I’m more of an observer but I wanted to share my story!
Also tysm to the shiftblr and loa girlies I couldn’t have shifted without them!! 💗💗 they gave me such a different perspective on shifting compared to shifttok.
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strwbrryeyes · 2 months
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𓆩♡𓆪 kenma as a best friend
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⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, little video game rage, terrible suggestive pick up line, awkward everything tbh, lmk if i missed anything else.
⟡ a/n: i had to make this slightly awkward and cringe i couldn't help it. also my bf actually said that pickup line one time while playing bedwars. i threw a fireball at him after bc it was bad.
⟡ best friend series: lev, yaku, kuroo || masterlist
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best friend kenma who you met when he bumped into you while playing on his portable gaming device.
best friend kenma who felt bad but didn't know how to apologize properly because he was bad with people.
best friend kenma who you just giggled at because it was funny watching him try. you accepted his 'apology'.
best friend kenma who you got closer to when you ran into him again outside the volleyball gym, this time he was in his practice attire and you poked fun at him for actually being athletic.
best friend kenma who glared at you playfully as you teased him when kuroo came out from the gym to tell him to hurry up and get inside.
best friend kenma who hit kuroo when he saw you and immediately started hitting on you. "sorry, didn't know you called dibs" kuroo said and soon got hit again with kenma saying you weren't dating and you just responded with "yeah! we're only besties now!" which kenma cringed to.
best friend kenma who didn't really expect you to actually come up to him and talk but didn't complain because he actually liked having you around. you balanced him out with your outgoing personality.
best friend kenma who let you play on his gaming device whenever you would stop by to watch practice so you wouldn't get too bored while waiting for him.
best friend kenma who was in shock when practice was finished and saw that you had beaten the final boss of the game he's been trying kill for the past week and a half.
best friend kenma who called you a closeted nerd when he tried prying information out of you because there's no way it was just a 'fluke' like you said it was.
best friend kenma who went over to your house when you finally and gave in and admitted that you were a video game fanatic and told him that you had a pretty extensive collection of consoles and video games.
best friend kenma who would now come to your house every day he didn't have practice to play games with you.
best friend kenma who you always fought with over supersmash bros. and mario kart. you guys got really into it one time and didnt talk for a week before kuroo and yaku both lectured you about your rage issues.
best friend kenma who you went to the same college as and got a shared apartment because neither of you wanted to deal with roommates you didn't know.
best friend kenma who started streaming his gameplay since he had more time now since he didn't play volleyball anymore. he became popular relatively quick.
best friend kenma who invited you to play games with him on stream, mostly overwatch and minecraft. you became a fan favorite but you were made a meme when you tried valorant for the first time and failed.
best friend kenma who you made a vlog/irl youtube channel with where you guys would try different challenges.
best friend kenma who actually really disliked doing in person challenges but only did them because it made you happy.
best friend kenma who embarrassed himself during a cooking livestream when you were trying to teach him how to make apple pie from scratch.
best friend kenma who said he'd never do another cooking video with you again because he will never recover from it. he did another cooking livestream two weeks later and redeemed himself when he made a near perfect omurice.
best friend kenma who realized his feelings for you when you ate the omurice and saw your eyes light up and practically inhaled the rest of it. you looked like a goof but he found it adorable.
best friend kenma who while streaming minecraft bedwars came up with a bad pickup line when you said "i'll get bed defense" to which he responded with "you can come defend my bed" which caused you to freeze up, get distracted, and die when someone came up behind you, broke the bed, and killed you.
best friend kenma who actually didn't realize what he said until you died and turned to look at the livestream chat which was going lightning fast.
best friend kenma who ended the stream immediately after he realized what happened and ran to your room to apologize but only saw you curled up in a ball in your chair.
best friend kenma who apologized (terribly, like always) and accidentally blurted out that he loved you so that's why he subconsciously said what he said.
best friend kenma who curled up into a ball as well when he again realized what he said.
best friend kenma who was surprised when you finally broke the silence when you said you loved him back and asked if he wanted to be your boyfriend. he said yes obviously.
best friend kenma who is now boyfriend kenma who started the stream again an hour later like nothing happened but ended the stream by saying "okay gotta go cuddle with yn now".
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rainbowchaox · 7 months
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Pissa Reunion Masterpost: (Literally there’s so much content we got this is gonna be hella long pls help me)
FIRST OFF YA DONTCHA SEE WHY THE PISSA NATION IS LOCO OVER THIS DUO? WE HAVE BEEN STARVING. PHILZA ALWAYS BEEN LOYAL TO ONE WET CAT! And that is Missa. And secondly I got most of the earlier half of stream information from the lovely @pepper-mintzyy. Give your liveblogger some love and care.
First off the scene where Missa comes online and Phil is all “WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!” And Cellbit immediately saying “Oh this your husband?” And Phil immediately saying yes without the platonic. THEN THEY PROCEED TO HAVE A FULL BLOWN BOAT DATE with legit felps being such a third wheel he legit says “Continue on forget I’m here”. Also the fact Cellbit pointed out “OH that’s why you have a skull on your backpack it’s because of your husband” and Phil immediately agreeing and Missa whimpering.
They literally like lowkey forgot they were on a mission and immediately was smitten with each other they high-key forgot the mission and people around them. The fact our wet cat almost dead rushed in to save Mr hardcore himself. The amount of times Phil has to save his husband. The fact Missa bought gifts for Philza IRL.
The fact when catching up Phil was all like “Oh we have another egg” not even thinking twice about accepting his husband as Tallulah second adopted father. The fact Missa was like “You are such a good father” in the down bad voice he is always in.
Literal highkey their cubitos flirting saying smooth shit like “Like the good old days" "nothings changed” and "the one thing that made you stand out". Like full on giggling and laughing and just chilling in each other company. The amount of time they were distracted by the actual major lore by each other just being there after so long is insane. Honestly believe not for others present they would not have reached the objective.
Phil being so sweetly protective of Missa and always making sure he is right next to him. Also the amount of soft showing off he did towards Missa is insane. The fact Phil numero uno priority is Missa and chayanne always. That has never changed despite Missas absence. The fact Missa never left his simpage for Philza and immediately seeing Phil be awesome and is “I c-can see your PECS”. Like bruh he is so down bad.
The fact Philza immediately seeing his husband getting wrecked by mobs decided then and there to give him SO MUCH GEAR LATER. Philza lanuage of love Definitely is Gift Gifting and Acts of service. The fact during Philza introduction to the new players Missa kept saying stuff like “That’s my love! that’s my love!”.
Missa soon had to leave to be a part of a Minecraft event of sorts. But right after he got back online because he wanted to se his husband and son. (Sadly chayanne already went to bed). The amount of miscommunication the death duo went through (With mainly bad being a third wheel and trying to cause problems in their relationship). Landduo was legit preventing poor Missa to go and see his man.
Missa literally only escaped because dapper told him just ask and he will kill LOLOLOL. He went home and forever and him had a whole conversation and apology. That they are friends now. Missa saying stuff Philza is not someone to be won etc. and Philza literally ditched tubbo and Cellbit was like “Your husband needs help? Understandable” and yet again no corrections from Phil.
THEN THE MOST SOFTEST ROMANTIC LATE STREAM STUFF I HAVE EVER SEE HAPPENS. They met again and literally it’s like nothing has changed. Phil immediately showing off the baby skeletons because he knows Missa will enjoy the skeletons. Phil FINALLY giving Missa the slime armor he made for him ages ago.
I won’t lie watching it live gives off major date vibes (obviously about their cubitos in rp). Phil and Missa legit did that trope of someone good at archery teaching their love interest at the exp farm. They legit shared exp as well. The fact they keep giggling so much.
Philza seeing how bad the gear Missa has literally have him 20 upgrades including giving him a full bar of exp on his backpack. Again gift giving and acts of service is clearly Philza love lanuage. LITERALLY MISSA STARED AT THE SKULL AMD NODDED QUICKLY TO HIS CHAT. The amount of avocado toast Phil keeps throwing at Missa and putting in his backpack. Gotta know his husband is eating well I guess. Philza casually saying that the “Wall is ours” to Missa.
The fact Missa immediately wanted to have a hat like Philza on his backpack then a player head of his to match his beloved husband. Earlier he tricked the translator and said “I speak weird so the translator won’t pick it up- I love you”. Casually like that sentence didn’t break all the pissa enjoyers brain for 24 hours.
Dapper casually saying “Glad to see the love birds are on the mend” about them. Literally one of us. Iconic king. THE FACT Philza while talking about Tallulah said she was “Our Daughter” to Missa. Bad trying to cause drama meeting the brick wall of Missa adoration. Aka him screaming “Philza the best!!!!”. The fact they both tried to go offline the same but Missa felt bad and had to said bye to everyone. The fact Missa went offline right next to the house.
WE WERE FEED. PISSA NATION STAYS WINNING! And we are gonna continue to get food. As Missa promised to try to stream four times a week. So maybe maybe….second gay Qsmp wedding-
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mnwrld · 2 months
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ghost of you | lee minho x fem ! reader
part two - confessions of a single parent. and also. love
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FLUFF & ANGST & SMUT & SINGLE DAD ! MINHO & SINGLE MOM ! READER & MORE UNDER THE CUT ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
minho--a man so focused on moving forward he refuses to look back. you--someone so focused on the past that you can't bring yourself to look forward. both of you have had your fair share of past hurts. but maybe together, the future will be brighter than it has been for a long time.
read part one here ! | see more dad stray kids fics here !
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warnings. angst, mentions of death (minor character, reader's ex husband), mentions of cheating (minho's ex), mentions of food / eating, mentions of alcohol, conversations about giving birth (not graphic), reader has body insecurities (as a result of giving birth), camping (not sure if that's a warning but just so u know), sharing a bed, oral (male rec), lots of praise, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), fingering (fem rec), lots of marking (hickeys), p in v (penetrative) sex, unprotected sex (they talk about it before hand but remember to use protection irl), cumming inside, very intimate / soft / loving sex, they are both very tender, they are sickeningly in love
word count. 14,853 words
note. so smut in this chapter & also lots of being in love !!!! this one has a part that intertwines with the other dad fics to make its own little dad skz universe :) so if u have read the other fics on ao3 / here, you may recognize some references ! THIS ONE STARTS OFF W SOMETHING SEXY SO that is ur warning. proceed w caution hahah AND as a REMINDER this is a REPOST. i did not plagiarize my own story. thank you ! PLEASE PLEASE reblog / comment / send asks & let me know what you think ! i would greatly appreciate it ‹3
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He was panting in your ear, strong arms caging you underneath him. He groaned a little as he pressed himself further into you. “Yn.” 
You gasped, your own hands coming up to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you. “Fuck, Minho.” 
He moaned softly as you clawed down his back, trying to hold onto him as he rolled his hips into you harder, faster. “God, I’m so fucking close.” 
“M-me too—”
“Mom!” Your eyes flew open and you sat up quickly, looking at your son in the doorway. It was a dream. Fuck. 
“Haru, what’s wrong? What time is it?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged before leaving your room again, “but I’m hungry!” 
It was 9:00 a.m. Saturday. Three weeks after you bared your heart to Minho. Three weeks after he admitted to wanting you. Three weeks after you’d finally admitted to yourself that you wanted him. It was Saturday and you’d had a dream about Minho. A wet dream. 
You buried your face in your hands and groaned loudly. You could still feel yourself throbbing. You’d never had your release. You could almost feel him on your skin. But that was impossible. You’d never been with him like that. 
You climbed out of bed and made your way to the kitchen to make breakfast for Haru and yourself, pushing all thoughts of Minho and your dream about him out of your mind. 
Yet, as you pushed Minho out of your mind, you seemed to be infiltrating his. 
He felt terrible, but he just couldn’t stop. He hadn’t felt relief like this in too long. It was hard to do anything with a toddler around, so the shower had become his solace. 
It was early, too early for him to be awake on a Saturday, and yet there he was in his shower with a hand wrapped firmly around his hardened dick. What had started this, one might ask. He’d have to be truthful and answer that it was the dream he’d had about you. 
He’d dreamed of you and woke up with his dick harder than it had been in a long time. And he felt awful. What would you think if you saw him right now? If you knew what he was doing? But the thought didn’t exactly stop him. It only turned him on even more. 
He moaned your name softly, in the solitude of his shower, careful not to wake his daughter. He kept quiet, also, to keep the shame from bubbling up his throat. If he was quiet, maybe it would go away. 
It didn’t. Not even when he came all over his hand, immersed in pure ecstasy. The shame only grew. What was he doing?
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Minho couldn’t look you in the eye the next time you dropped Haru off for dance. You didn’t notice because you couldn’t look him in the eye either. You quickly dropped your son off, said a brief hello to Minho and turned to leave again. You didn’t get far before he grabbed your wrist. 
“Hey.” You finally looked him in the eye and you had to look away again. He looked at you so tenderly. You couldn’t take it. “We’re not doing this again. What’s going on, why are you avoiding me?” 
You couldn’t exactly tell him you were avoiding him because he made you insanely horny to the point you were having vivid dreams about him. But there really was no other reason. “I-I’m not avoiding you. I’m just busy today.” 
“Okay.” He frowned but didn’t press it. 
“Actually…” You paused, unsure if you should finish your thought. But the attentive way he looked at you pulled the words out of you with ease. “Haru and I were going to go camping next month. I-If you’re not busy, would you and Jiyeon like to come with us?” 
His eyes lit up again. “Camping? Sure. I’d like that. I know Jiyeon would enjoy it too.” 
“Okay,” you nodded, swallowing your nerves and looking him in the eye again. “I’ll text you the details. We can figure out all the logistics together.” 
“Together,” he whispered. He watched as you left the dance studio waving a little as you went. He couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the day. Together. 
He couldn’t wait to go camping with you. 
As soon as you got to work, you told Ryujin everything—from the realization of your feelings for him to your dream to asking him to go camping with you. Ryujin listened with wide eyes, her smile growing as your story continued to progress. When you finished, she just leaned back in her seat and looked at you. 
“I knew this would happen.” 
“What?” 
She looked at you intently. “From the moment you told me Haru was going to 5-STAR, I knew you’d fall in love with Minho. And ever since that time at the park, I had a feeling he would fall for you too. Damn, I’ve been waiting for you guys to realize it too. Didn’t think it’d take you both so long.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault I was scared!” You pouted at her and she laughed a little, nodding in agreement. 
“That’s true. Anyways. When are you going to tell Minho that you have feelings for him?” 
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “Maybe when we go camping.” 
Ryujin looked thoughtful and nodded slowly as she mulled it over. “That would be a good time I think. Do it when it’s just the two of you around the fire after the kids have gone to sleep. I think that would be perfect.”
“I’ll tell him when and how I want to,” you huffed, crossing your arms and glaring at her playfully.
She shrugged, “If you say so. I was just trying to give you some advice. You haven’t confessed to someone in a long time, so you’re probably out of practice.”
“Hey! Don’t be mean!”
“I’m not being mean,” she laughed and stood, making her way back to her own office. “Just honest.”
You rolled your eyes at her as she left, but deep in your heart you knew she was right. You were out of practice. Even though you had heard Minho confess that he liked you romantically, you were still terrified to admit to him out loud that you felt the same. So, all you could do was take her advice and hope it went well. 
If only you knew you had nothing to fear. Minho was head over heels for you and was also out of practice. Any confession would be good enough for him. More than good enough. 
“Jisung,” Minho breathed when his best friend answered the phone. “Hey. So, you know that girl I’ve been telling you about?” 
“Yeah, yn, right?” 
Minho nodded, dragging a hand through his hair as he sat on his bed, phone still pressed to his ear. “Yeah. She, uh, she invited Jiyeon and me to go camping with her and her son next month.” 
“That’s great, isn’t it?” 
Jisung was excited for his friend. Truthfully, he thought it was long overdue for Minho to open up his heart to someone else. Of course, who was he to say that to him? So, he kept silent. Now, Minho was opening up his heart, but something still seemed to be holding him back. 
“I-I mean, yeah it is. The thing is… I want to tell her how I feel about her, but I just… don’t know how or when.” Minho paused when he heard a crash from Jiyeon’s room. He got up and peeked into her room to see her bin of Legos on its side, thousands of the tiny, colorful, plastic bricks spilling out onto the floor. He went back to his room. 
“Why don’t you tell her while you guys are camping?” Jisung suggested. “You guys will be more relaxed there and it’ll be a kind of romantic setting don’t you think? Out in nature, practically alone, sitting together by the campfire, potentially huddling together to keep warm—”
“Okay, yeah,” Minho laughed as Jisung started to ramble. He sighed a little and smiled to himself. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” 
“Of course I’m right. Have I ever led you astray?”
“I mean there was that one time when you—”
“Hey!” Minho could hear Jisung pouting through the phone, “We agreed not to talk about that.” 
“You’re right, you’re right.” 
Jisung sighed, “Anyway, man, I have to go. Haneul is sick and I left a date with a really hot girl to take care of her. So, if I have to leave a hot date for my daughter, I definitely have to leave this call with you.”
“Sounds like duty calls. Tell me about your date later, yeah? Thanks for your help.”
“No problem, hyung.” Jisung laughed and Minho could envision him nodding his head as he got ready to hang up. “Talk to you later, bye!”
“Bye.”
Minho was about to set his phone down and check on Jiyeon when his phone started buzzing in his hand again. When he saw the name displayed at the top of his screen, he couldn’t help the smile that spread across face. He was quick to answer. 
“Hey, yn.” 
“Hi,” you breathed back. You always felt breathless around Minho these days. You supposed that came with the newfound realization that you were quickly falling for him. 
“Did you need something?” 
“Uh, yeah, actually. I was wondering if now is a good time to talk about the camping trip next month? I just want to make sure we plan ahead and have everything worked out ahead of time and—” 
“No, yeah, for sure,” Minho interrupted your rambling and you could hear the tender smile in his voice. “Yeah, now is a good time. Give me just a second, I’m just going to check on Jiyeon and make sure she’s still doing okay.” 
“Okay.” 
Minho set the phone down and made his way down the hall to check on his daughter. When he poked his head into her room again, she was still playing with her dolls and Legos. “Hey, sweetheart. You doing okay?” 
“Yeah!” 
“I’m on a phone call right now, but I’ll start making dinner soon, okay? Are you hungry?” 
“Yeah, a little bit.” Jiyeon turned to look back at her dad. “I know you’re on the phone with Haru’s mom. I heard you say her name. You like her don’t you?” 
“Of course I like her. We’re good friends—”
“No, dad. You like her. Like, you want to marry her!” 
Minho shook his head and chuckled softly at his daughter’s antics, leaning against the doorframe. “I don’t know if it’s that extreme yet. But you’re right. I do like her.”
“Good. She’s nice. I like her. You should go talk to her now.” 
“Okay,” Minho took one last look at his daughter before turning to leave. “Okay. I’m just going to be in my room, yeah?” 
When Minho got back to his bedroom and picked up his phone, he could hear you on the other end, singing a song to yourself softly. It was some children’s song he recognized from a CD he’d bought to play for Jiyeon on long car rides. He listened for a moment longer before speaking softly. “Hey, are you still there?” 
“Oh, yeah! Hey. I’m here.” 
He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at how cute you were. “Hey. So, you were saying?”
“Right!” You pulled out your notebook and a pen so you could write down any plans you made together. “Well, usually, Haru and I go tent camping, and our tent is big enough to fit a family of five so, if you wanted to save on space and didn’t mind it, you could share the tent with us. I have a big air mattress we can blow up and… share… if you want. And I have a smaller one for the kids.” 
His heart fluttered and squeezed in his chest at the thought of sharing a bed with you. Having to cuddle up to you to keep warm. In a tent, out in the open, under countless stars. “Sure, I don’t mind sharing. That sounds perfect.” 
“Okay, great.” Minho could hear you exhale softly in relief. He could picture your eyes lighting up. He wished he could see you. “So as far as food, do you want to, like… divide and conquer?” 
“Yeah, we could do that. I can bring meat and all of the seasonings needed for it. Vegetables too. And drinks?” 
“Alright, then I’ll bring fruits and sides, like chips and stuff.” 
“Perfect,” Minho agreed. He wasn’t sure what to say—he didn’t know what other planning things you needed from him. But he wanted to keep talking to you. 
You hummed a little as you wrote in your notebook. He could hear the scratching of your pen on the paper, could imagine your lip tucked between your teeth as you wrote. “So, there’s this campsite I usually book this time of year that’s absolutely beautiful and I can reserve that place if you want! Unless you would prefer we look around a little or something—”
“No! Th-that sounds great actually. We can reserve a spot there.” 
Minho wished he was better with words. He wished he could tell you how much he loved your laugh, how much he loved your voice. He wanted to listen to you talk forever. But he also wanted to tell you all the things he loved about you. He wanted you to feel loved. He wanted you to know just how much he adored you. Every part of you. Everything about you. 
But he wasn’t great with words. He didn’t know what to say. And all he could do was listen as you wrote in your notebook, preparing for the camping trip a month away. 
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As the weeks went by, anticipation grew in your chest. All you could think about was spending the long weekend out in nature with Minho and sharing a bed with him and curling up to him to stay warm. Would he want that? Would he prefer you keep your distance? Would he still be scared to admit how he felt for you? 
“Yn, you’re daydreaming again.” Ryujin’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked over at her from where you were sitting on the floor packing your bag for the camping trip. 
You shook your head and went back to folding your clothes and adding them to the bag. “Sorry.”
“Are you thinking about Minho?” Ryujin smirked at you and moved to sit closer to you, helping you fold your clothes and pack your toiletries. “Are you thinking about what it’ll be like to sleep next to him?” 
You shoved her playfully, but you couldn’t deny she was right. “Yeah, kind of. What if… what if I fuck this up?”
“How could you possibly fuck this up? He is so into you, yn.” 
“I’m just… worried I guess. Overthinking.” 
Ryujin grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to look at her. “Listen to me. He likes you. It will not go wrong.”
“Okay,” you nodded. “Okay, yeah, you’re right.” 
“Of course I am,” she grinned proudly at you and stood. “I’m going to hang out with Haru. He’s more fun than you, Mrs. Mopey McMoperson.” 
You stuck your tongue out at her, not caring how childish you seemed. “Whatever. Have fun playing cars with my four year old.” 
“I will!”
Minho, in his apartment ten minutes away from you, found himself in a similar state of mind. He’d been thinking about you almost constantly for the past month—ever since he’d realized his feelings for you. Ever since you offered to share a bed with him on your camping trip.
“Hey, lover boy,” Jisung snapped his fingers in Minho’s face, pulling him from his state of deep thinking. Jisung’s over dramatic whining was pretty hard to ignore. “Pay attention when we talk to you!”
Minho looked around the room at the friends he had over. He’d invited Chan, Jisung, Hyunjin, and Felix to bring their children for a playdate with Jiyeon and also to help him prepare for the camping trip he’d be going on with you that weekend. All four men were staring at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to answer some question he hadn’t heard.
“Uh, sorry. I’m just distracted.”
“Yeah, because you’re thinking about yn,” Chan snorted, shaking his head and grinning to himself. “Never thought I’d see the day when our Minho fell in love again.” 
“Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves—”
“You do love her though. We can all see it. We’ve seen you crushing on people before, we’ve seen harmless romantic feelings, and we’ve seen you in love. You’re definitely in love with her.” Hyunjin’s words logically made sense to Minho but he still felt like he was hearing a foreign language. Him? In love? He hadn’t thought it was possible either. 
Felix nodded in agreement. “Please, hyung, I haven’t seen you smile so much in a long time. You’re head over heels for her.” 
“You guys should have heard the way he talked about her on the phone,” Jisung piped in, laughing loudly, “He was swooning!”
Minho glared at him, about to snap some harsh remark at him when five young children marched into the living room in a line, as if there was something serious to talk about. Chan’s son Yunseo, the oldest, led the line of children followed by Hoyeon, Haneul, Jiyeon, and Eunji. Eunji toddled along behind them, much smaller than the rest, but none of them minded. They’d all been best friends since birth, so their age didn’t really matter. 
“We would like to perform a dance for you,” Yunseo declared, voice sounding very formal and clipped. 
Jiyeon practically jumped up and down as she nodded. “Yeah! Yunseo and I taught the dance!” 
“Go ahead and show us, then, sweetheart,” Minho cooed, the glare instantly melting from his face as he watched his daughter speak with such excitement. 
“Here, dad, you play the music,” Hoyeon said, matter-of-factly, guiding Felix to pull out his phone and turn on the song they’d decided to dance to. 
Haneul shuffled shyly over to Jisung, whispering softly in his ear. “Dad, will you hold my tiara? It kept falling off when we were practicing.” 
“Of course, baby,” Jisung smiled widely at his daughter, helping her take the tiara off of her head. “I’ll keep it safe for you while you dance.”
The music started and the five children began to dance. Honestly, the dance was pretty good considering it was choreographed by a six year old and a four year old. They weren’t the most coordinated, but Minho thought it was still the best performance he’d ever watched. Maybe he was a little biased, though. 
When the dance finished, Minho and his friends clapped and cheered loudly for their children. Hyunjin’s daughter, Eunji, hopped over to her dad and gave him a hug. “Did I do good, Dad?” 
“You did great, my love. Should we get you into some dance classes this fall? Would you like that?” 
Eunji nodded, grinning widely. “Yeah! I can take classes with Jiyeon at Uncle Minho’s studio!” 
“Yeah?” Hyunjin looked up at Minho. “Would that be alright? I’d pay for her, of course but—”
“You know you guys don’t have to pay. Family is free.”
Family. 
The smile on Hyunjin’s face said everything he couldn’t express with words. “Right. Family is free. Then I’ll call tomorrow and get Eunji enrolled in the classes for the fall.” 
“Dad, can I do it too? Please?” Hoyeon whined, pouting cutely as she clung to Felix’s knees. And how could he ever say no to her?
“Of course. I’ll call tomorrow too.” 
Haneul opened her mouth to beg Jisung as well, but he was one step ahead of her. “I texted Soomin already, sweetheart. You know I would forget if I had to do it tomorrow.”
“What about you, Yunseo? Do you want to dance at Uncle Minho’s studio?” Chan asked, fixing his son’s disheveled hair. 
Yunseo shrugged, seemingly unbothered. “Sure. Just for a little bit though. I want to try baseball too!” 
Minho laughed and reached down to scoop Jiyeon into his arms from where she was seated on the floor in front of him. “I’m sure your Uncle Seungmin would be more than happy to help you out with that dream.” 
A knock on his door interrupted the conversation they were having. Minho stood, a bit confused. He hadn’t been expecting any guests. 
But when he opened the door, his heart soared. There you were. 
“Yn, I wasn’t expecting you!”
“Ah, yeah, sorry.” You looked around him nervously, hearing laughter from inside his house. “I-Is now a bad time? I can just call or come back another time? It’s nothing important, I was just wanting to… talk to you. Actually, I’ll just go. I don’t really know why I came, I—”
“You don’t have to go.” His voice was soft and you looked up at him, wide-eyed. He looked at you so gently, so full of emotion you felt your heart beating in your throat. 
“Are you sure? Looks like you have a full house right now.” 
He shook his head. “I’m sure. Why don’t you come in?” 
“Okay.” You took a breath and stepped in hesitantly, bowing politely to the group of men in Minho’s living room. 
“They’re just over for a playdate. These are my brothers and their kids.” 
You caught onto the way he called them his brothers. You’d talked to him before about how he’d grown up an only child. These must be the best friends he spoke so highly of. You smiled at them and waved a little. “Hey.” 
“Where’s Haru?” 
“Ah, he’s with Ryujin. A-actually, Ryujin was the one who told me I should come over.” 
“Do you think he’d want to come over and play with the kids?” Minho asked carefully, not wanting to overstep any of your boundaries. “If he wanted to, maybe Ryujin could bring him? Ryujin could stay if she wanted, too.” 
“You know, maybe I should have her bring Haru over here. Ryu was wanting to meet up with some of our other friends at her apartment anyway.” You pulled out your phone to text Ryujin, nibbling on your bottom lip as you did so out of nervousness. You could feel the four men in the living room watching you. It made you anxious. They meant a lot to Minho, so you could help but want to impress them. 
“They’re all welcome here as well, if they want to hang out with us.” Minho offered, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I-I mean, only if they want to.”
You looked up at him and smiled softly. Your smile put him at ease. “You know, what? That sounds kind of awesome. Let me ask Ryujin what she thinks.”
You texted Ryujin and after some back and forth, she decided she���d bring the girls and Haru to Minho’s apartment to hang out as one big friend group. You told Minho and he smiled so widely you thought your heart would melt. He finally brought you over to meet the guys, guiding you to sit beside him on the couch. When Jiyeon saw you, she ran and gave you a hug and it made your heart ache in a way you didn’t understand. 
“This is yn. She’s who I’ll be going camping with this weekend.” Minho’s hand fell on your knee and he squeezed it once to comfort you before gesturing to each of the men in the living room and naming them as he went. “Yn, these are my best friends, Chan, Felix, Hyunjin, and Jisung. I’ve told you about them before.” 
Jiyeon climbed onto the couch on your other side and curled into you. It was so cute you had to resist the urge to coo at her. “She’s Haru’s mom! Haru is my bestest friend from dance class! He’s really nice and he’s good at dancing too!” She turned to look at you intently. “Is Haru coming over?” 
“Yeah, he is. He should be here soon!” 
Jiyeon hummed happily and turned to look at her friends all chattering with each other and playing together all over the living room. She slid off the couch and joined them, so you looked up at the men sitting around you. They were all looking at you already. 
“So, yn,” Chan started, leaning back against the couch and positioning himself more comfortably. “Minho says you met at his dance studio. What made you want to enroll your son in dance classes there?” 
Minho groaned in embarrassment and buried his face in his hands. He didn’t say anything though. He knew nothing could stop his friends’ interrogation of you. You looked at Minho before looking back at Chan and answering. “Well, it was the dance studio that was closest to my apartment and it also had the best reviews. When I took Haru to Minho’s studio, I also found out that my best friend, Ryujin, is also an old friend of his, so there was that connection also.” 
“So you became friends because you had a mutual friend?” Felix asked, head tilting to the side cutely as he spoke. 
“Sort of,” you laughed and nodded. You felt yourself relaxing bit by bit as you spoke to them. “But we also became friends because our kids were friends.” 
Hyunjin was about to say something when his phone rang. He checked the caller ID and then smiled sheepishly at all of you. “One second, it’s my girlfriend.” 
He stood and walked into Minho’s bedroom to take the call. Everyone watched intently as he walked away. Felix hummed thoughtfully. “She had her last final last week. Do you think she got the results back and that’s why she’s calling?” 
“Probably,” Chan shrugged. “I’m sure she aced it. She’s fucking smart.” 
You felt a little awkward listening to them talk about people you didn’t know at all. But then there was a knock on the door. You and Minho both stood up quickly and then laughed at how you had mirrored one another. You followed him to the door, anticipating it being your friends and your son. 
“Mom!” Haru yelled when the door opened. He hugged you tightly, looking up at you with big, starry eyes. “Auntie Ryujin told me that we’re here for a playdate with Jiyeon.” 
“That’s right, baby.” You brushed his hair out of his face and then gestured to where all the kids were playing. “Jiyeon’s over there with her other friends. Why don’t you go play with them?” 
Haru slipped out of his shoes and all but skipped over to Jiyeon to greet her. You turned to find your friends talking to Minho. He looked at them kindly, but it wasn’t the same look he’d had when he greeted you. You smiled at that. It made you feel special. 
Ryujin hugged you first before squeezing past you to come inside. Your other friends, Yeji, Sohee, and Chaehyun followed, each of them squealing a little and hugging you. It had been too long since you’d all hung out together. Minho watched attentively and then ushered all of you back into the living room. He was running out of places to seat people. 
“These are my friends,” you said proudly, pointing each of them out as you introduced them. “Ryujin, Yeji, Sohee, and Chaehyun.” 
Each of them waved a little before finding places to sit. Sohee was the first to speak up. “It’s nice to meet you guys.”
Chan nodded and smiled warmly at her. “It’s great to meet you as well.” 
Hyunjin came back into the room with a huge smile on his face. “She passed her final! She’s done with her classes for the semester!” 
The guys all cheered happily. You figured they must all be close with Hyunjin’s girlfriend for them to be so excited about her passing her final. You wondered, for a brief moment, what it would be like to be with Minho like that. If his friends would be excited about your accomplishments like they were for Hyunjin’s girlfriend right now. 
“I told you, she’s fucking smart!” Chan cheered, patting Hyunjin on the shoulder as he sat back down beside him. 
“I’ll have to tell my fiancee when I get home,” Felix chimed in, wrapping an arm around Hyunjin’s shoulders as well. “She’ll want to celebrate with her.” 
“Tell her congrats from me, Hyun.” Jisung added, smiling widely as Hyunjin texted his girlfriend excitedly. 
You looked over at your friends, smiling a little when you saw them all chatting happily with one another. Ryujin and Yeji sat side by side, hip to hip, as they spoke in hushed tones. You would have to ask Ryujin if things were really strictly friends between them later. Chaehyun and Sohee giggled over something on Chaehyun’s phone. You looked at Minho. He was looking at you. 
“Mom!” Haru was in front of you suddenly, holding his hand out to you as his bottom lip wobbled and his eyes filled with tears. “I hurt my finger.” 
“Oh, baby,” you said softly, taking his small hand in yours and inspecting it. He wasn’t bleeding, but you could tell the finger was red and definitely sore. “Do you want me to kiss it better?” 
He nodded quickly, “Yes, please.” 
“Okay, sweetheart.” You brought his hand closer to you, kissing his finger gently. You smiled at him and combed your fingers through his hair soothingly. “All better. Be careful when you play, okay?” 
“Okay.” 
He ran off to play again and you realized the other people in the room had gotten much quieter. You looked around at everyone already looking at you. “Sorry, he just likes when I kiss it better…” 
“Why are you apologizing?” Jisung asked, confusion taking over his adorable features. “We just think you’re so sweet with him. It’s nice to watch.”
“Oh,” you looked away shyly. Minho pressed his shoulder into yours. It was something so small, but it comforted you more than you cared to admit. 
“Yeah, yn’s pretty much like, the best mom ever,” Chaehyun bragged on you, grinning up at you proudly. “Maybe I’m just a little biased though.” 
Sohee nodded in agreement. “She’s the best with Haru. Yn’s always been like… the mom friend of our little group, but even more so after Haru was born.”
“You can always count on yn to bring sunscreen to a beach day,” Yeji laughed and leaned into Ryujin as she talked. 
“Or for her to bring mosquito repellent when you’re camping!” Ryujin added, giggling and leaning back into Yeji. 
You felt slightly embarrassed that your friends were talking about you like this, but you were also happy to hear they loved you so much and thought you were a good mom and friend. You looked at Minho again out of the corner of your eye and saw that he was still looking at you. 
“So I can count on you to bring sunscreen and mosquito repellent, hm?” He teased, leaning close to you so he could speak softly in your ear. “What if I get hurt, will you kiss it better?” 
You looked at him fully at that, feeling the heat creeping up your neck at his words. Suddenly, his living room was too warm. You swallowed thickly. “Would you want me to?” 
“Yeah,” he grinned slyly and leaned away from you. “So will you?”
“I-I mean, yeah, sure.” 
He nodded, satisfied with your answer. You stared at him as anticipation filled your chest again. You would be camping with him, alone except for your children, in just two days.
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Usually, you rented a car to pack all your camping gear and food into, but Minho offered to drive all of you this time. His car was big enough for the four of you and all of your collective camping gear and food. You, of course, agreed. Not only did this save you a little bit of money, it meant you got to spend more time with Minho. 
Minho met you at your apartment, early in the morning on Thursday. You’d taken off Thursday and Friday so that you could have more time to camp with Haru, Minho, and Jiyeon. When Minho knocked on your door at 7:30 a.m., you were practically vibrating with anticipation. You were excited. 
You enjoyed camping anyway, especially when it was with your son. But adding Minho and his lovely daughter into the mix? It all just felt so special. Especially with how big your feelings for him had become. And knowing he liked you too.
“Hey,” he grinned at you, leaning against the door frame as he held a sleepy Jiyeon on his hip. “Ready to go?” 
You nodded, smiling back, “Yeah. We’re ready.” 
Minho set Jiyeon down and the two of you gathered the camping gear and food that you would be bringing. You only had to make two trips before you were ushering your kids out the door and getting them buckled into their car seats in Minho’s car. 
When you were all settled in the car, Minho started to drive. Since you’d been to the campsite before, you were his navigator. He also put you in charge of the aux cord, but you took music requests from Haru and Jiyeon (until they fell asleep, not even twenty minutes into the drive). While the kids slept, you put on a playlist of slow R&B songs for background music. 
“Take a right here to get onto the interstate, and then take the first exit.” 
Minho nodded and adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. You found your eyes drawn to his hands again—one stationed on the wheel and the other on the gearshift. You almost wished he’d reach across and put his hand on your thigh. You shook the thought from your head and directed your gaze to your phone again to check the directions. 
“So, do you go camping here every year?” Minho’s voice was soft as he spoke. He didn’t look at you, eyes fixed on the road in front of him, occasionally flicking to check his mirrors. 
You nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at you. “Yeah. My… ex-husband started the tradition before Haru was even born. He wanted to turn it into a family reunion sort of thing one day when our family was big enough for that.”
“It’s really…” Minho huffed as he tried to find the right words to say. He was frustrated that they seemed to elude him. “It’s really lovely that you’re still continuing it.” 
“Yeah I… I think he would want me to.” You sat in silence for a long moment and then decided to break it with a question. “Have you and Jiyeon ever been camping?”
Minho sighed softly at that and shook his head. “No. I mean, I have been camping before, but not with Jiyeon. Honestly, it kind of slipped my mind. I think she’ll really enjoy it though, so I think it’s something I’d like for us to do more often.”
“Haru really likes it,” you agreed, nodding a little. “Though, I think maybe he likes it mostly because he can get as dirty as he wants without having to take a full bath.”
Minho laughed and you smiled to yourself. You really loved hearing him laugh. “Yeah, kids are like that.” 
You looked at the navigation on your phone again and hummed happily. “At this rate, we’ll make it to the campsite by lunch time.” 
“Perfect.” 
You and Minho made small talk as you drove. Not the kind of tedious small talk that usually annoyed you. This was nice. Though maybe that was just because it was Minho. Haru and Jiyeon woke up when you were about an hour away from the campsite, so you switched the music to songs they liked and turned it up a little bit. 
Minho watched out of the corner of your eye as you sang along to the children’s songs and danced a little in your seat, turning around occasionally to make faces at Haru and Jiyeon. He tried to hide his smile but he was sure you could see it anyway. All he could think about was how right he felt with you in the car beside him, both of your kids in the backseat. 
“Okay, turn left here… aaaaand we’ve arrived!” You cheered, grinning widely as you surveyed the campsite you’d reserved ahead of time. 
When Minho parked the car, you were quick to get out so you could unbuckle Haru from his car seat. Minho did the same for Jiyeon and then the two of you unloaded the car as the kids played. Minho pulled the tent out first after you decided to keep the coolers with the food in the car so they’d be shielded from the sun. 
“Have you put together a tent before?” You asked Minho cheerfully as you started to unzip the bag the tent was in so you put it together. 
He grinned and nodded. “Yeah. It’s been a while, but I’m sure it can’t be that hard.” 
“It’s not,” you confirmed, smirking at him a little as you continued. “Especially not with me, a professional camper. I’ve set this thing up alone for three years now, it’ll only be easier with the two of us.” 
He agreed and then the two of you got to work setting up the tent. You were right. It was easier with two of you. It was more fun too. You’d already laughed more than you ever had while setting up the tent. Minho struggled a little at first, but he got the hang of it pretty quickly. He bragged that he was a fast learner. You agreed. 
After you got the tent set up, Minho offered to make lunch while you blew up the air mattresses. So the two of you parted ways. Minho started a fire to cook on and you started his car so you could plug in the pump to blow up the mattresses. You glanced over at him at one point, smiling at the concentrated look on his face. He pouted a little as he worked and you couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. 
Once the air mattresses were both blown up, you gathered all of the pillows and blankets both you and Minho had brought and set up the beds. You put everyone’s bags in the tent and then zipped it up, satisfied with your work. 
“Okay kids, let’s get some bug spray on you!” You called, grabbing the can of mosquito repellent from the car. 
Haru and Jiyeon ran over to you and sprayed them both with the repellent, careful not to get it in their eyes or mouths. Haru coughed dramatically anyways. When you were done with them, they ran off to play again. You set the can down on the picnic table as you move to stand beside Minho at the fire. 
He looked over at you for a moment, a peaceful smile stretched easily over his face, before directing his attention back to the food over the fire. “You better not spray that around the food or the fire.” 
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” you giggled, watching as he cooked. “I’ve done this enough times, Min, I know what I’m doing.” 
Min. You’d never called him that before. He liked it.
He held his hands up in surrender and laughed with you. “You’re right, you’re right. Camping queen.” 
“Mom,” Haru whined, running over to you. You stopped him, chastising him about running so close to the fire, but then let him continue. “Is lunch almost ready? I’m hungry.” 
“Yes, honey, it’s almost ready. Why don’t we clean our hands with a wipe really fast, okay?” 
Haru nodded and let you clean his hands with a wet wipe. Jiyeon held her hands out to you silently and let you wipe them clean. Minho watched as you took care of your son and his daughter, his heart feeling fuller than it had in a long time. You helped the kids sit at the picnic table and then stood beside Minho again, ready to get plates of food ready for the kids when he was finished. 
“Try this?” 
Minho held some of the meat he’d been cooking out towards you so you could try it and you nodded, opening your mouth wider as he fed it to you. You hummed happily, dancing in place as you chewed. “Mmm, Min, have I told you how much I love your cooking?” 
“You know,” he teased you, poking you in the side gently. “I don’t think you have.” 
“Well, I’m telling you now. I love your cooking.” 
He looked away shyly, pulling the food off the fire, “Thanks, yn.” 
Jiyeon clapped her hands excitedly as you prepared food for both children. Haru watched with wide eyes, his mouth practically watering. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at their eagerness. When you placed the paper plates in front of them, they cheered and started eating. With how fast they ate, one would think they hadn’t eaten in years, though you and Minho both knew they’d eaten breakfast earlier that morning. 
The rest of the day seemed to go by quickly. Time does fly when you’re having fun. And time spent with Minho and his daughter was always great. His smile made you insanely happy, her sweet little laugh warmed your heart, and the best part of it was how much Haru adored them both as well. 
When it was time for bed, you and Minho got Haru and Jiyeon ready to sleep, made sure they were all tucked in, and then left them in the tent to settle down on their own. You sat beside him in your camping chair, seated so close to him your shoulders brushed against each other. You liked being close to him like this. You liked how comfortable you were with him in silence. 
“Yn I—”
“I have to tell you something.” 
You looked at Minho and laughed. He shook his head, smiling at you gently. “You go first. What did you want to tell me?”
“I…” You took a deep breath, and looked at Minho a little more intently, hoping he could see how genuine you were in your eyes as you spoke. “I heard you that night… when I had a nightmare and you thought I was asleep.”
He blanched, pulling back a little bit. “O-oh. Yn, I—”
“I’m not done yet.” Your voice was soft and you reached out for him, hand finding his cheek. He leaned into your touch and breathed out in relief. 
“Okay.” 
“You thought I was asleep and you… confessed you had feelings for me. Did you mean that?” 
“Yeah. I did.” 
You nodded and slid your hand from his cheek to the back of his neck, threading your fingers into the hair at his nape. “Do you still feel that way?” 
“I do,” he breathed out, swallowing thickly as you got closer to him. 
“Minho,” you whispered, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “I didn’t think I’d ever find someone after my husband died. I didn’t think I wanted to. But then I met you. Something about you is so comforting and wonderful. You’re kind and compassionate, tender and understanding and attentive. You are loving to your daughter and careful with my son and the other children you teach. You are so full of every wonderful thing I could ever dream of finding in a man. And I like you. I like you so much. I think that I might even… love you. But I haven’t taken the time to really unpack that one.” 
“I like you so much.” His eyes were swimming with emotion, so many all at once. Happiness, hope, confusion, fear, love. “I like you more than I think I’ve ever liked anyone. I like you more than I ever liked her. You are so admirable and beautiful and amazing. And god, the way you love your son so fully… that might be one of my favorite things to witness. You’re everything I wish my ex was. And you’re good with Jiyeon too. You’re so good with her. 
“And you know,” he laughed a little bit to himself, smiling at you wider than you’d ever seen him smile. “I think I was meant to meet you. To have you in my life. I’ve spent so much time running from the past—running from bad memories with my ex. But since I’ve met you, I’ve allowed myself to… feel. I haven’t thought about how hurt I was back then… like, ever. It just hurt too much. But because of you, I’ve been able to think about it and really get over it.
“I’m not great with words, yn. I don’t really know how to express myself. But I know that I care about you so much. More than I’ve cared about anyone. I-I mean, except for Jiyeon, but that’s different. I’m sorry. I’m rambling so much. Fuck, I told you I’m not good with words.” 
You laughed a little and leaned your forehead against his. “Do you want to know something? I am so scared, Lee Minho. But I think I can be brave if it’s you I’m chasing after. You better not break my heart.” 
“I wouldn’t dare.” 
“Minho?” 
He exhaled and you could feel it against your lips. “Yeah?” 
“If I asked you to kiss me right now… what would you say?” 
“I’d say yes,” his voice wavered, even though he tried to keep it steady. “And then I’d kiss you.” 
“Minho?” You asked, voice barely more than a whisper. He hummed in acknowledgement and your eyes fluttered closed. “Kiss me?” 
He laughed breathlessly. “Yes.” 
When his lips finally touched yours, it felt like fireworks. He was sweet and tasted like s’mores and his lips were soft and plush as they moved against your own. His hands were quick to wrap around you and hold you as close as he could with you being in a completely different chair than him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, tangling in his hair as you kissed him deeper.
He whined low in his throat when you pulled away. “It’s kind of hard to kiss like this.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, frowning a little. He looked around the campsite and then his eyes lit up. “Wait here, sweetheart, I have an idea.” 
You watched as he pulled the picnic table nearer to the fire with ease. You smiled. You’d be able to sit on the bench and still feel the warmth of the fire. Maybe if you were lucky, he’d let you sit on his lap. 
He helped you up and led you over to the picnic table. You sat down next to him and he immediately wrapped an arm around you. “How is it? Is it close enough? Can you feel the warmth?” 
“It’s perfect, Min.” You nodded and turned to face him, eyes focused on his lips again. “Thank you.” 
“Fuck, I want to kiss you again,” he whispered, watching you with hazy eyes as you swung a leg over him and settled on his lap. 
You leaned in, whispering in his ear. You didn’t think you’d ever been so bold in your life. “So, kiss me.” 
Minho’s hands fell to your hips and he pulled you impossibly close. “We should probably talk about this.” 
“We should,” you agreed, but you didn’t move away. 
He chewed on his bottom lip, looking at you intently. “Can we… talk about it later?” 
You couldn’t help but giggle as you leaned into him further, holding on to him tightly. “You want to kiss me that bad, hm?” 
“Kind of,” he smiled sheepishly, but didn’t move away from you. 
“So then, what are you waiting for?”
“For you to say yes.” 
You shook your head, scoffing a little. “You don’t have to ask anymore.” 
“I should always ask,” he whispered, one of his hands coming up to brush over your forehead tenderly. “I would never want to make you uncomfortable or make you do something you don’t want to do.”
You melted into him, his words putting your heart at ease. “God, I think I love you.” 
“Yeah, yeah,” he brushed it off, embarrassed and shy now that you were admitting just how deep your feelings were for him. “I think I love you back.” 
“Kiss me, Min.” 
“Okay.” 
You shuffled closer to him and he was quick to attach his lips to yours again in a sweet kiss. You could feel the warmth of the campfire on your back. Minho’s hands were warm too, and you could feel the heat even through your clothes. Stars twinkled in the inky sky above you and all you could think about was how magical everything felt. 
“Wait, yn, I have to tell you something.” 
“O-oh, what is it?” You were worried by the tone of his voice. He suddenly sounded frantic as he pulled away from you, looking at you with wide, conflicted eyes. 
He took a breath and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed it again. And opened it. And spoke. “I-I… I think about you sometimes when I… get myself off…”
“I—you—what?” You blinked slowly, trying to process what he had said. 
He groaned, burying his face in his hands. He was mortified. You probably hated him now. “I don’t mean to, it just kind of happens—”
“Damn.” You frowned a little, crossing your arms. “You mean you don’t think of me on your own free will?” 
He blinked at you, confusion written across his face. “Well, I-I just—”
“Min,” you whispered, uncrossing your arms and placing your hands carefully on his chest. “I have dreams about you. So I’m not upset or disgusted or anything. It’s human to be attracted to someone sexually, and considering I am so into you, I’m honestly kind of flattered.” 
“You… you are?” 
You hummed and nodded, pushing his hair off his forehead and pressing a gentle kiss there. The fire was slowly dying behind you. You knew you’d have to get up soon and put it out completely so you could go to sleep, but for now, you were content as you were, in Minho’s arms, knowing he loved you back. 
“You’re so amazing,” he murmured, looking up at you, awestricken. He cleared his throat and looked away from you, cheeks darkening with embarrassment. “Ah, don’t get used to me being nice to you. I’m only being like this because you just confessed.” 
“You’ve always been like this to me, Min.” You laughed, climbing off his lap and giggling harder when he pouted. 
He stood and helped you clean up the campsite for the night, grumbling to himself all the while. “What do you mean? All my friends tell me I’m mean to them.” 
“Maybe you’re just soft when it’s me,” you teased, even though you figured there was some truth to it.
“Me?” He gasped, looking almost offended as he crossed his arms. “Soft?”
“Mhm. You’re very soft for me, you know. I think you try to hide it, but I can see it in the way you look at me. The way you smile a lot when we’re together.”
He looked like you just told him he’d grown ears and a cat tail. He almost didn’t believe you. But when he thought back, he knew you were right. He hadn’t been nearly as harsh with his words, hadn’t made unnecessary jabs (not even the playful, joking ones), and had been smiling so much more. You brought out a side of him he didn’t realize he had. A side not even his ex-girlfriend had ever seen. 
Once you’d cleaned up the campsite and put the fire out completely, you followed Minho into the tent. Haru and Jiyeon were sleeping on the mattress, bundled up in a pile of quilts and pillows. The tent was small, but still big enough that you could change into your pajamas standing up. Minho turned his back to you, offering you privacy without you having to ask. 
You were grateful. You weren’t sure you were ready for him to see you yet. 
When you were dressed, you slid under the blankets on the air mattress and Minho joined you moments later. He kept his distance, still wary of crossing any boundaries of yours. 
“Min?” 
“Yeah?” 
You took a deep breath and scooted a little closer to him. “I’m cold.”
“C’mere, sweetheart,” He rolled over and faced you, pulling you into his arms. You instantly sunk into his warmth, sighing contentedly. 
“Thank you.” 
“Of course.” 
You were quiet for a long moment and Minho thought maybe you’d drifted off to sleep. Until you spoke again, voice still soft so you didn’t wake up either of the sleeping children. “Min?”
“Yes?” 
“Will you still love me in the morning?” 
“I’ll still love you in the morning,” he whispered against your hair, squeezing you just a little closer to him. “And I’ll love you at the end of tomorrow. And the day after that too. I love you. That won’t change from one moment to the next.” 
“I love you, Minho. I really didn’t think I’d fall in love again, but you make it so easy.”
He could hear you sniffling, could hear the way you were getting choked up as you spoke. He hummed softly, rubbing your back and trying to soothe you. “Shhh, don’t cry. We’ll talk more about this in the morning. Sleep, for now.” 
You nodded. Everything felt so right. Having him so close to you felt right. “Okay. Goodnight, Min.” 
“Goodnight, yn.” 
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The weekend went faster than you wanted it to. Before you knew it, you were packing up camp and driving back home. The weekend was full of laughter (usually because of your children), sneaky glances between you and Minho, and relaxation. That was maybe what you appreciated the most. Ever since you and Minho had confessed your feelings to one another, you’d felt so much lighter. 
You almost didn’t want to go back to the real world. You didn’t want to go back to work. And honestly, you were kind of scared to. What if your magical moment with Minho was just some sort of weekend fling? What if things changed when you got back?
But Minho held your hand the entire drive home, and that eased your nerves a little bit. 
When you got home, Minho helped you unpack the leftover food and camping gear and sat with you on the couch in your living room while Jiyeon and Haru played a little longer. “So I probably won’t be able to see you much the next three weeks or so.” 
You frowned a little at Minho’s admittance but nodded, trying to be understanding. “Oh, okay.” 
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Minho was quick to ease your mind, hoping it would keep you from looking so sad. “I was asked to be a part of a showcase including multiple dance studios where the instructors will each perform one or two dances to promote their studio. It’s a great opportunity to gain new students. And I haven’t performed in a long time… I’m kind of looking forward to it.” 
“Oh. Min, that’s great! When is the showcase? Can I come?”
His ears reddened and he looked away. He was getting shy again. “Of course. I’d love for you to be there. I’ll text you the details.”
“Okay,” you nodded. “Maybe that night… I could have my parents watch Haru. W-we could, like, go out afterwards or something. If you wanted to.” 
He grinned at you and reached out and squeezed your hand. “I’d really really like that. I usually leave Jiyeon with my parents when I do stuff like this because they tend to go later into the evening and Jiyeon gets bored after a while anyway.”
“I’m excited to see you dance,” you curled into his side, pressing a sweet kiss to his jawline. “Maybe someday you can teach me to dance again.” 
“Only if you don’t run out this time.” 
You slapped him on the arm, pouting a little at the reminder. “I’m sorry, I just… got scared. My feelings were overwhelming and I didn’t know what to do. I shouldn’t have just run like that but… well we’re here now, at least, yeah?” 
“Yeah,” he laughed a little, hugging you a little tighter. “Yeah, I know. I’m not upset. I’m just teasing you.” 
Jiyeon ran out of Haru’s room and you pulled away from Minho. She stopped in front of him, pouting and whining as she spoke. “Dad, can we go home soon? I want to change my outfit and I’m hungry.” 
“Okay,” Minho nodded and stood, squeezing your hand as he got up. The small gesture went unnoticed by Jiyeon and Haru who had come out of his room after Jiyeon. “We can go home now, my love.” 
Jiyeon looked from Minho to you and back to him. “Are you sure? You can still talk if you want. I just want to go home soon.” 
“It’s okay,” you interjected, smiling gently at her. “We’re done talking now, so it’s okay, really.” 
Jiyeon nodded and grabbed her dad’s hand after saying goodbye to Haru and giving you a quick hug. She’d never hugged you before, and you would never make her, so the action warmed your heart. You looked up at Minho to see him already grinning down at you. 
“I’ll text you when I get home, yeah?” 
“Okay.” 
“Bye, yn.” He turned to your son and gave him a fistbump. “Bye, Haru.”
“Bye.”
eleven
One week turned to two, two turned to three, until it was the night of Minho’s showcase. You really hadn’t talked to Minho over the past few weeks. You missed talking to him, but you understood why he was so busy, and you were proud of him. 
You had texted him good luck a couple of hours ago, knowing he’d be at the venue for a final rehearsal, costuming, and hair and makeup. He hadn’t responded, but you didn’t mind. You were excited to watch him dance. Memories of the time he started to teach you to dance flashed in your mind. You pushed them away, trying to ignore the tingling in your fingertips. 
You had also called your friends, asking them for advice on what you should wear. When you told them that you’d be spending the evening with Minho after his dance showcase, both of your children with their grandparents, they’d all but freaked out.
“You guys are spending the night together? Alone?” Ryujin practically screamed through the phone. You held it away from your ear, cringing a little at the volume of her voice. 
Chaehyun’s voice came next, also practically screaming. “Oh my god, yn! Please tell me you’re going to wear the lacy black set! Not the basic one, but the one with all the pretty designs. You look so good in that one. Please say you’ll wear it.” 
“I-I don’t know, Chae. I don’t think we’re going to—”
“Do you want to have sex with him?” Sohee chimed in, her voice much calmer than Ryujin’s and Chaehyun’s. 
“I… I mean, yeah, I want to, but I don’t know if he wants to have sex with me.” 
“He’s an idiot if he doesn’t,” Ryujin grumbled and you could almost picture her with her arms crossed, pouting as she sat on her bed, scrolling through Instagram as you spoke. 
“Wear the set, yn,” Yeji urged. “Even if you guys don’t do anything, it’ll make you feel more confident. So you should wear it.” 
Everyone was silent, waiting for your final verdict. You sighed and rummaged through your closet for the set they were talking about. “Fine. I’ll wear it. But I’m telling you, I don’t think anything is going to happen.” 
There was a cacophony of cheering over the phone as your four best friends praised you for your “wise decision.” You rolled your eyes and loudly announced you were hanging up. You tossed your phone on the bed and got ready for the dance showcase. 
Despite your racy undergarments, the outfit you wore over it was simple and nice. You didn’t think you had to dress up much for a dance showcase. And it wasn’t like you’d really know anyone there other than Minho anyway. 
By the time you were finished, it was time to leave. You made sure you had all of your things and left to catch the bus. You could hardly sit still the entire ride to the venue—you were excited for Minho’s performance. You’d been eager to see him dance again since the time you’d run out on him. 
You sat near the front of the audience, watching each dancer from various dance studios perform. You frequently checked the program, silently counting how many dances it was until Minho. He was second to last. His turn couldn’t come soon enough. 
As the dance before his ended, you kept your eyes fixed on the stage, waiting for him to come out onto the stage. A few days ago, he had called you and told you that you would like his outfit but refused to tell you what it looked like. So you were even more eager to see him. You hadn’t seen him for more than five minutes at a time in person since your camping trip and, needless to say, you missed him.
In the darkness of the auditorium, you saw the dark shape of him coming onto the stage. You leaned forward a little, watching intently and straining your eyes to try and make him out despite the lack of lighting at the moment. 
When the lights came up, you lost your breath. You knew he was beautiful, obviously, but there was something about seeing him like this—in a special outfit, hair done up off his forehead, a little bit of makeup—that made him look so surreal. How was he even real? 
Your eyes stopped on the zipper positioned at his throat, zipped almost all the way up. You thought about what it would be like to just… unzip it and kiss his pretty chest. You shook your head, you had to focus. And then, the song started—it was one you recognized. You vaguely remembered it was called “Taste.” And it was the song Minho had tried to teach you to dance to when you’d run away. 
Your mouth felt dry all of a sudden and your eyes zeroed in on him. His eyes met yours at the perfect moment and he smirked as dragged his hand up his body, thrusting his hips slightly into the air. You shifted in your seat, suddenly hyper aware of the tingling in between your legs. 
You tried to pay attention to the rest of his dance, but the fuzziness in your brain made it a little hard to focus on him. You found your eyes drawn to his hands, thoughts of having them all over you taking over. When you realized, you blinked and looked at him again, but seeing the smirk on his face just made it even more difficult. He knew he was hot. Knew what he was doing to you. 
You watched as the zipper, once positioned at his throat, slowly unzipped as he danced, revealing more and more of his smooth chest. You hoped the people around you were actually focusing on the dance and not taking note of the way you ogled your… boyfriend? You’d have to ask him when you were thinking more clearly if he wanted to be exclusive. 
The dance ended too soon for your liking. You wanted to see more of him. Maybe your friends were right. Maybe you would have sex with Minho tonight. 
You didn’t pay attention to the dance that came after his. You hardly registered the showcase ending. You barely noticed when you stood and followed the crowd out to the lobby where you would greet Minho. You almost didn’t recognize him when he was in front of you, skin still damp with sweat, shirt halfway unzipped, hair still pushed off of his forehead. 
You wanted to kiss him. 
“You did so good, Min.” 
“Thanks,” he grinned shyly, looking at his feet for a moment. “I messed up on the bridge but—”
“I didn’t even notice. I doubt anyone else did. You were mesmerizing.” 
He raised an eyebrow at that, crossing his arms so he could tease you. “Yeah? You sure you’re not just saying that because you think I look hot dressed up like this?” 
You smacked him on the shoulder, looking around you incredulously. “Minho, we’re in public.” 
“So?” He shrugged, laughing as you continued to look around, paranoid that people were listening to you. “It’s not like anyone is listening. And I didn’t say anything that bad. Certainly nothing that wasn’t true.” 
“Whatever,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes and looking away.
He leaned in closer to you, whispering in your ear, “Want to get out of here?”
You nodded and let him lead you out of the building and down the street to his car. When you were safely buckled in and Minho had started to drive, you looked over at him, admiring how he looked like this. He looked relaxed. He looked happy. “That was the dance you tried to teach me, wasn’t it?” 
“Yeah,” he laughed a little. “Yeah, that’s the one.”
“I really want to kiss you.”
His eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, but you knew him well enough at this point that you caught on to his tells. “You can kiss me when we get back to my place.” 
“Really? You’ll let me?” 
He nodded, eyes still focused forward as he swallowed thickly. “I’d let you do just about anything to me.” 
“Yeah?” Your voice was quiet. Both of you felt the shift in the atmosphere. “Can I unzip the shirt all the way?” 
“If it’s what you want.” 
“And, can I kiss your chest? Maybe mark you up a little?” 
“Fuck, yn,” he groaned, hands tightening their grip on the steering wheel. “You can mark me up as much as you want if you let me do it back.” 
You hummed, satisfied with his answer. You turned to look out the window. “Okay.”
He shook his head, opting not to say anything. The tension in the car for the rest of the ride was so thick you were sure you could cut it with a knife. You didn’t look at him, worried you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back if you looked at the damned zippered shirt any longer. 
Minho parked the car and the two of you made your way to his apartment in complete silence. The second the door was closed behind the two of you, you were pulling him down to kiss you. He groaned a little against your lips. Where your first kiss with him had been sweet and had carried all the love you felt for one another, this one was more intense, filled with desire and need. 
You were quick to run your tongue across his bottom lip and he didn’t hesitate to open his mouth. You slid your tongue against his and he moaned again. He couldn’t get enough of you. He held your face in both of his hands as he kissed you. 
He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. And you kissed him back, equally as fervent. He pulled away to look at you. “Babe, this is going to sound so unsexy, but I still have the fucking dance belt on, so can I change—”
“Why?” You frowned a little, kneeling in front of him. “I can just take it off for you.” 
He squeezed his eyes shut as he bit back a groan at the thought of you undressing him. “Okay. Yeah, okay. J-just, not here. Can we—can we go to the bedroom first?”
You stood and he pulled you along behind him, leading you to his bedroom. Every part of your body vibrated with anticipation. Before, you’d been scared when you’d thought about maybe having sex with him—not because you were scared of him, but because you were scared of what he would think of you. Now though, you were just excited. 
When you were in his room, he leaned in and kissed you again. You had hardly made it over the threshold, but you didn’t mind. He closed the door behind him and your hands roamed over his shoulders and down the expanse of his exposed chest. Your fingers paused on his sternum and you could feel his heartbeat, racing almost as fast as yours. Then, you grabbed the zipper, pulling it down ever so slowly, teasing him. 
You pushed one side of the shirt out of the way so you could kiss his chest. He groaned lowly when you sucked, leaving a pretty purple mark. You drew back to admire your work, humming in satisfaction before leaning in and leaving more hickeys across his chest, on his collarbones, on his throat. He threw his head back, biting back his noises, embarrassed at how much you affected him. 
“Need this off now,” you muttered, reaching for the bottom of the shirt so you could pull it off of him. You pushed him so he was leaning back against the door. 
He pouted a little, teasing you. “Aw, thought you liked the shirt though?” 
“I do, but I like it better when it’s on the floor and I can see you.” 
He laughed at your eagerness and watched as you started to undo his pants. He stopped you, teasing pout on his lips again. “I want to see you too.” 
You swallowed and looked down at yourself before looking back at him and looking away again. “M-Min, I…”
“Hey,” he reached down, tilting your chin up so he could see your eyes. “You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” 
You didn’t even realize the tears welling up in your eyes until he was kneeling down in front of you, arms wrapped around you as he pulled you to his chest in a warm embrace. You sniffled and breathed him in. He still smelled so good. “I-It’s not that I don’t want to, I’m just nervous.” 
“Why are you nervous, darling?”
“I don’t look the same as I did before. M-my body is so different now, and no one has seen me since Haru was born. N-not even my ex-husband because he—well, you know. A-and the night I was drunk you didn’t really look at me and—”
“Look at me, pretty.” Minho’s gentle voice calmed you down and you took a few deep breaths before looking at him. “You are so beautiful, no matter what. And do you want to know my personal opinion?” 
You nodded silently and he smiled so tenderly at you. “I think you’re even more beautiful because your body is different now. That’s proof of a miracle in and of itself. You carried another human inside of you, you birthed him, and have cared for him ever since. Stretch marks? So fucking hot. A body that doesn’t look the same as when you were young and hadn’t had Haru? Gorgeous. You are beautiful. Bodies change, even when they’re not carrying literal humans. It’s normal. You don’t have to be scared of what I’ll think. I’m so in love with you and that makes you automatically ten times hotter, which means you’re actually one hundred out of ten because I already thought you were a ten out of ten.” 
You laughed and wiped the tears from your eyes. It made him smile too. You leaned your head against his shoulder and sighed. “I’ll start with my shirt then.”
“Okay.” 
“Stand up first,” you said, scooting away from him so you could tug your shirt off. “So I can suck you off.” 
The sudden realization that your pretty mouth was going to be wrapped around his dick in only a few seconds made him groan again and he stood, leaning against the wall once more. You tugged your shirt off over your head and tossed it somewhere behind you. You looked up in time to see Minho suck in a breath. 
“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispered, reaching down to gather your hair away from your face. “So fucking pretty, baby.” 
You smiled shyly at him and then started to unzip his pants again, pulling them down his legs carefully. You giggled a little when you saw the dance belt. It was almost like a padded thong, you thought. Minho nudged you with his knee when you started laughing, so you stopped, humming to yourself eagerly as you pulled the dance belt off of him. 
He sighed in relief as his hardened dick was released from the confines of the dance belt, and you blew on the tip, enjoying the way his jaw dropped open at the sensation. You held him in your hands, licking at the tip a couple of times before taking it in your mouth and sucking a little. Minho had to resist the urge to buck his hips into his mouth. As much as he wanted to feel good, he cared about you and your comfort more than anything else. 
“Ah, you’re so good.” His eyes were screwed shut, head back against the wall. 
Warmth spread through your body at the praise and you took him a little further into your mouth. The sounds he made spurred you on, so you sucked him off as best you could. You were a bit rusty, not having had much “action” since your son was born and your ex-husband had passed away. Minho didn’t seem to mind or notice though. You were grateful, in that moment, that he also hadn’t had sex in a while. 
“Fuck,” he pulled you off, “I don’t want to cum yet. I’m sorry.” 
You shook your head, grinning at him as you leaned back on your heels. “It’s okay. Don’t be sorry.” 
Minho helped you to your feet and kissed you again. You were addicted to the way he tasted, to the way his mouth felt against yours. Everything about him was perfect. How did you get so lucky? 
“How far do you want to go?” He murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “I can make you feel good, however you want. And if you don’t want that we don’t have to do anything else.” 
“I want you,” you whispered back.
“How do you want me, pretty?” 
You thought for a moment and then your eyes fixed on his hands, now holding your waist. “I want your fingers.”
“Yeah? Are you sure?” 
“Yes,” you whined playfully, walking away from him to sit on his bed. “I’m sure.” 
“Do you want to take your pants off?” His voice was still gentle, tentative, ready to stop whenever you said the word. 
You swallowed, nerves coursing through you, but after his sweet reaction to you when you took your shirt off, you knew you could trust him, so you nodded. “Yeah. Will you take them off for me?” 
He looked into your eyes, searching for any hesitance. Finding none, he helped you out of your pants. He didn’t look down at first, which made you nervous. You laughed anxiously, looking away from him. “Y-you can look at me… if you want.” 
His eyes flicked downward and you watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” 
He maneuvered so he was in between your legs on his stomach and you laid back against the pillows on his bed. He pressed sweet kisses over your thighs, sucking dark marks onto them. He kissed up, up, up, until he was pressing gentle kisses over your stomach as well, leaving marks there too. 
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, yn. I mean that.” His voice was genuine as he spread your legs a little more. “Can I take your underwear off?” 
You nodded, not trusting your voice. With how emotional he was making you, you didn’t think anything coherent would come out if you tried to speak. 
He hooked his fingers under the band of your underwear and tugged them down slowly. You watched him practically salivate over you when you were exposed to him. He rubbed a thumb through your folds, spreading you open and gathering your wetness before dragging it over your clit in gentle circles. He moved carefully, but skillfully. You were already writhing under his touch, wetness gathering between your legs. 
“You’re so hot. So perfect.” 
You whined a little as he slowly pushed his middle finger into your heat. “M-Min—”
“I know,” he whispered, “It feels good doesn’t it? Been so long since someone touched you like this, hm?”
“Yeah…” 
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you feel so good.” 
You whined as his finger pumped in and out of you, thumb still rubbing your clit. You clung to his shoulders as he pushed a second finger into you. “O-oh. Min, you’re so—feels so—” 
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to try and say anything. Just moan for me yeah? Want to hear how pretty you sound.” 
You moaned, clenching around his fingers and scratching at his shoulders as he started to scissor you open. It wasn’t long before he was adding a third finger, stretching you out perfectly. He curled his fingers upwards, rubbing against your g-spot and making you see stars. You gasped, digging your fingers into his back. 
“Hm, is that it? That’s the spot?” His tone was teasing but still gentle and you nodded as he continued to curl his fingers into the same spot as before. 
“I-I’m so close, Min. I’m gonna—”
“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He kissed you, fingers never stopping. 
His words and the sweet kiss were all it took to send you reeling over the edge. You moaned loudly, burying your face in his neck as you spasmed around his fingers. He pumped his fingers in and out, thumb rubbing at your clit, as you came down. When you whined at the overstimulation, he pulled his fingers out carefully. 
“You did so good, my love,” he whispered, kissing your forehead tenderly. “Are you all done, or do you want to keep going?” 
“I want you,” you whimpered, hands sliding down his back to rest on his hips. You pulled his body into yours. “Want you so bad. Inside.” 
Minho nodded but then stopped. Face falling and head rolling back in annoyance. “Fuck.” 
“What’s wrong?” You sat up, concern painting your features as you made him look at you again. 
“I don’t have any condoms. E-even if I did, they’d probably be fucking expired—”
“I’m on birth control,” you whispered, still holding his face in your hands. “I started taking it a while back to help regulate my periods and such. I’m not ovulating right now either. And I’m clean. Even though I trusted my husband, I still insisted we get tested together. A-and then I got pregnant and we didn’t really have sex and then Haru was born and… W-well, what I’m trying to say is… if you’re clean, we can do it raw… if you want.”
He looked at you, eyes wide as you spoke. Your voice trailed off and he blinked slowly, processing your words. “I could… I could fuck you raw?” 
You looked away shyly, slowly letting go of his face to let your hands fall to his shoulders. “Yeah.” 
“Fuck… yeah I-I’m clean. I got tested after I found out she was cheating on me and I was clean and… yeah I haven’t had sex since then so… I’m clean.”
“Okay,” you laid back down, pulling him with you. 
“W-wait, are you sure you want to?” 
You ran your fingers through Minho’s hair, heart clenching at how sweet he was being. “I’m sure.” 
Minho nodded and reached across you to grab lube out of the drawer of his bedside table. He squirted it into hand and jerked himself off a couple times before positioning himself at your entrance. “Ready?”
“Yeah,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He pushed into you slowly, watching your face to make sure you weren’t hurting. He paused when he bottomed out. You gasped, walls fluttering around him at how full you felt. 
“You can move now,” you murmured after you’d adjusted to the feeling of having him inside of you.
“Fuck,” he groaned, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He pressed chaste kisses to your skin and moaned softly. “Fuck, I forgot how good sex feels. You feel so good. Thank you for letting me feel you. Thank you for trusting me.” 
You held him impossibly close as he rolled his hips into yours, angled perfectly to nudge that perfect spot inside of you with his tip. “Thank you for being patient with me. For loving me. I am so lucky to have met you.” 
He cried out a little at your words, and you weren’t sure if it was because of what you had said or because of how good you felt. You didn’t care either way, you were becoming too lost in your own pleasure. 
“I love you,” he whispered. “Fuck, I love you so much. I’m not one to say it that often, but with you, I feel like my chest will burst if I don’t tell you all the time. I love you, yn. So much.” 
“M-Min,” you gasped, clinging to him as he continued to thrust his hips into you perfectly. 
You hadn’t realized how much you’d been craving intimacy. You hadn’t realized how much you craved the feeling of being wanted. You didn’t know you were missing out on something so special. You thought, surely, it could only ever feel like this with your first love. Your ex-husband. But with Minho, that specialness felt like it was tenfold. 
Minho was something else entirely. Minho made you feel wanted in a way you couldn’t remember ever feeling. The intimacy you craved came so easily with Minho. He was just as desperate to feel good as you were, and yet he made a point to tell you that it was more than that for him. He loved you. You loved him. 
“I’m close,” you moaned. “D-do you think you can cum with me?” 
“Yes. God, yes.” He groaned low in your ear and reached between your bodies to rub at your clit.
The stimulation was almost overbearing. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening more and more and more until it snapped. You moaned, holding onto Minho tightly, as if he would disappear if you let go. You clenched tightly as you came and it sent him over the edge too. He bucked his hips into yours weakly as you rode out your highs. 
Even after you were both finished and his cock was softening inside of you, he was reluctant to pull out. His voice was soft, face still buried in the crook of your neck. “I love you.” 
“I love you back, Min.” 
“Okay,” he murmured, bracing himself against the bed. “I’m pulling out now. Gotta take care of you.” 
Your heart melted at his words and you sighed softly as he pulled out. He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet washcloth so he could clean your body of the remnants of both of your releases. He helped you up, guiding you to the bathroom attached to his bedroom so you could pee. He changed the sheets while you did, grateful his spare sheets were clean. When you were finished and he had successfully changed the sheets he helped you back into the bed. “Do you need water?” 
“Yes, please,” you nodded slowly, “But first, lay with me.”
He burrowed into your arms and sighed, content with having you close to him. He wondered if you could feel the love that was radiating off of his body. He wondered if you could hear the ‘I love you’ in every beat of his heart. He looked at you through heavy eyes, admiring how beautiful you were in this afterglow. 
“You’re glowing,” he mumbled, reaching up to trace a finger over your face. “So pretty.” 
You reached your own hand over and massaged his scalp which made him relax further into you. “You’re prettier.” 
He shook his head and laughed quietly. “That’s not possible.” 
There was a quiet meowing at the door of his bedroom. Minho looked over his shoulder at the door, as if looking at it would make it open. He grumbled and then stood to open the door for the cats. He shivered a little, cold now that he wasn’t in your embrace. He decided that while he was up, he might as well get the two of you water, so he made a quick trip to the kitchen.
When he returned with two glasses of water, Minho grabbed a pair of sweatpants from his closet and tugged them on. He grabbed one of his oversized t-shirts and brought it to you along with the water. “Put this on.” You looked at him, eyebrow raised and he looked down timidly. “Please. Want to see you in it.” 
“Okay,” you smiled gently at him and took the shirt, pulling it over your head. “There. Now come back and cuddle with me.” 
You didn’t have to tell him twice. He was already exhausted. “What time do you need to get Haru tomorrow?” 
“I told my parents I’d pick him up around one.” You murmured, hands finding their home in Minho’s soft hair again.
He nodded a little against you. “Okay. I’m picking Jiyeon up at three… Can’t wait to wake up next to you.” 
“Well,” you giggled, closing your eyes, “you kind of have to sleep first for that to happen.” 
“Mmm,” he hummed. “I’m getting there.” 
“I know I’ve already said it a lot, but… after everything that happened with my ex-husband… I’m scared something will happen and I just really need you to know that I love you so much. I’m so grateful for you, Min. Really, I am.” 
He was already halfway asleep when he answered. “I love you so much more. I’m so lucky to have met you.” 
twelve 
Minho decided his favorite thing was waking up next to you. He decided his second favorite thing was coming home to you at the end of the day. You weren’t always at his apartment with the kids after work, but when you were it was his favorite way to end the day. 
You had decided to stay the night. Three months ago when you started dating, staying the night wasn’t too common. You didn’t want to make the kids feel weird. Now, though, you were all close enough that they didn’t mind. They enjoyed the frequent sleepovers of their own. 
Minho opened the door to his apartment and was instantly greeted with music playing in the kitchen. He followed the sound and laughed as he saw you dancing around the kitchen with Haru and Jiyeon. You hadn’t heard him come in, and he liked that he was getting to see this side of you. He liked that you were comfortable around his daughter, liked that you were silly and fun and kind, liked that you were happy. You looked up then, eyes meeting his. Your heart skipped but the smile never fell. 
“Hi,” you breathed. 
Minho crossed his arms as he leaned against the counter, smiling back at you. “Hey.” 
“Dad!” Jiyeon cheered, skipping over to him and wrapping her small arms around his legs. “We’re dancing, Dad! Do you want to dance with us?” 
“Of course I do!” Minho bent down and lifted his daughter up off the ground, dancing around with her in his arms. 
You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched him. And then you took Haru’s hands in yours and spun him around. He was laughing and Jiyeon was laughing and so was Minho so you laughed too. You hadn’t been this happy in a long, long time. You were grateful to Minho, and to Jiyeon, for bringing so much laughter and joy back into your life.
“I love you,” you whispered as Minho danced closer to you.
“Not more than I love you,” he whispered back. 
You rolled your eyes at him. He always tried to make it some sort of competition. But you didn’t mind. You couldn’t mind. Because he loved you. At the end of the day, being loved in return by the man you loved was all that mattered to you. 
And you certainly loved Lee Minho.
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No More Secrets! Part 3
Pairing: Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader
Warnings: None.
Summary: You join the cast of TBOSAS, sparks fly between you and Tom, and fans are quick to notice some things.
AN: Part 3 of No More Secrets! You can find part 1 and part 2 here! If you want to be tagged let me know! Hope you enjoy! More works at my masterlist!
Also, want to thank you all for the support in this. I really really appreciate it! 🥹🤍
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tomblyth That’s a wrap 🎬 The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes coming on November 17, 2023 🐍
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youruser I’m definitely NOT going to miss you 🫡
↪️ tomblyth sure, whatever you say love! I’m going to miss taking naps in your trailer tho.
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↪️ blythyouruserlovers he called her love! 😭😭😭😭
↪️ user21 WHATS GOING ON IN HERE????
↪️ blythloverrrr taking naps in @/youruser trailer you say?✍🏼
rachelzegler you sweetheart! going to miss you! ☹️ also the pic of josh with my loveletter??? 😭😭😭
↪️ joshandresrivera MY loveletter.
lionsgate See you next year! 🐍
user okay but why is no one talking about the last photo???? That has to be @ youruser
↪️ user89 it can be someone else, why does it has to be her?? 🙄
↪️ user74 forget her, look at Tom’s arms??? oh my god.
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youruser That’s a wrap on tbosas! Forever grateful for this and for all the beautiful memories made 🤍 now a small break before no way home press tour! 🕸️
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rachelzegler is that? I knew it!
↪️ blythloverrrr rachel, bestie, what do you know?
↪️ user is rachel one of us?
blythyouruserlovers is everyone seeing what I am seeing?
deuxmoi 👀
tomblyth you said I snore like crazy but you still took a nap with me!
↪️ youruser tbf you were the one that decided to nap on MY bed. So technically you took a nap with ME.
↪️ tomblyth okay you got me there i guess.
useranti i take naps with my friends all the time. It’s normal.
useranti2 it’s always the same people. Don’t ship irl people!!
userfan I just love that both of them keep posting cryptic pics about one another and they ignore every comment made.
*three weeks later*
e!news
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e!news Tom Blyth makes an appearance at the Spider-Man: No Way Home red carpet premiere. We interviewed him and he replied he came to support @ youruser and gushed about how amazingly proud he is of her. The pair even posed for some pictures together. Full story at the link in our bio. (📸 Getty).
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user11 They’re such a hot couple!
user @ user11 they aren’t dating.
userfan He went to support her and the way he looks so happy in the interview everyone! That man is in love!
↪️ tomblythlovers IKR??? the way his eyes literally shined when he was talking about her. So so cute!
↪️ user4 @ tomblythlovers THE EYES NEVER LIE!
↪️ blythyouruserlovers This reminds me of that vogue interview @/youruser did last week. The interviewer asked her about her experience working with Tom and the smile never left her face when she was talking about him.
↪️ user11 @ blythyouruserlovers omg share the link!
user112 I won’t be surprised the day they finally confirm their relationship. It’s so obvious they are a thing, but if they aren’t already, they’re pretty much in love with one another.
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youruser Spiderman: No Way Home premiere! The movie is finally yours and I can’t wait for everyone to see it. Love everyone dearly! 🕸️🕷️❤️ Here’s some bits of the premiere last night and the press tour!
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tomblyth you looked absolutely stunning love. ❤️
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↪️ youruser Thank you, love. 🥺❤️
↪️ blythyouruserlovers SOMEONE SEDATE ME!
↪️ youruserlovers can I be the third?
↪️ blythloverrrr they😭called😭each😭other😭love😭
zendaya ABSOLUTELY! 😍😍😍
rachelzegler MY BEST FRIEND! LOOK AT HER! 🩷🩷🩷
↪️ youruser PLEASEEE, ILYSM 🥹
tomholland2013 that pic of all of us during press 😂
versace we LOVE a Versace moment 😍
blythyouruserlovers No, you don’t get it. The way she posted that pic of them where they look like such a powerful couple. They are insane!!!
youruserupdates_ so proud of you! Excited for the future!
useranti They’re probably another fake PR couple. Let it go people!
user1 They’re friends, of course Tom is going to support her.
user73 shippers are so annoying!
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deuxmoi New Year, new couple alert!! Over the holidays these two rumored lovebirds got caught. Sources tell us these two have been dating on the down low for a while now. They’re very happy with one another and they want to keep their relationship as private as possible. Head to the link in our bio to know who’s the rumored couple! (📸 anonymous)
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blythloverrrr that’s definitely @/tomblyth and @/youruser.
↪️ blythyouruserlovers it’s definitely them. It looks a lot like them.
↪️ userfan leave them alone! And if they are, so what??
user98 I have to say, I saw this coming! They’re very cute!
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user1 oh no, the shippers about to be annoying.
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dontaskmemybias · 9 months
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Needy
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Pairing: Non Idol!Lee Felix x afab reader Request: Yes Theme: First Time. Established Relationship. Contains: Oral sex (f and m), Protected sex, cursing. Word Count: 2,514 Note: MINORS DNI!!! This is a work of fiction and does not portray any of the members irl. Sorry this took so long! I had friends in town then it was my birthday and yeah long story short I've been running around like crazy. I hope you enjoy!
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It had been a month since you and Felix had started dating. Everything was amazing, the cuddles, the brownies he would bake you, and the cute kisses he would place all over your face. Felix always made sure you were comfortable with him, you felt like you could really tell him anything, so you told him everything.
Felix knew you were a virgin when you had started dating and he never teased you or made you feel pressured about it, always the gentleman. You had had some heated make out sessions before always initiated by him, but he never pushed it too far. You realized that if you were going to go past that it would be you who had to initiate it.
After a month of dating and a long time before that as friends you decided you were ready. You wanted to have sex with Felix. You had read your fair share of smut and watched porn and whatnot but you were still nervous and not exactly sure how to start it all, so you decided to take your favorite tropes and try them out.
That night you picked out a movie for the two of you to watch (there were some racy scenes you'd hoped would get him going) then you would invite him to spend the night and wear your most revealing nightgown (you had bought it for this occasion but you planned on saying it was 'the only thing you had clean') and then while cuddling in bed you would 'accidentally' rub against him.
The whole plan was perfect really, that was until your smoking hot boyfriend walked in in a pair of grey sweatpants and a tight fitted tank top, his silver hair messily pulled away from his face in a ponytail. You probably looked like a cartoon with your jaw on the floor and drool coming down your chin. Felix just smiled at you like he always did and came into your apartment. Once he was inside and took his shoes off he came over and gave you a tight hug.
"Hello gorgeous." His deep voice drifted into your ear and you shivered. You hoped he would just think you were cold. But Felix wasn't an idiot, he knew exactly what he was doing. He had found your fanfic account where you had read all your smut. He found the note in your phone with a list of your favorite tropes titled 'plan to lose my v-card' (who makes a note for that?!?) So he knew what you had planned for the night, why else would he come over in boy lingerie (grey sweatpants for heavens sake)
He pulled back and pecked your lips lightly, a tiny almost inaudible whimper left you when he pulled away from you.
"Are you hungry? I brought takeout." He looked back at you, frozen in place. You just smiled and nodded, your arousal gathering in your panties. You almost lost it and told him you were hungry for him but you had made a plan and damn it you were going to follow through.
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You and Felix had eaten dinner and now it was on to phase one of your plan: The movie. The movie was funny, a classic rom-com, but it did have quite a few steamy scenes that you'd hoped Felix would get worked up over.
What you had failed to think about was the fact that you would also get worked up.
It was the second steamy scene of the movie that really had gotten to you. You and Felix were cuddled up on the couch, your head on his shoulder with his hand on your thigh, drawing patterns mindlessly as you both watched the movie. You had your arms wrapped around Felix's middle and your feet tucked underneath you.
The scene that was unfolding on the screen had your face red and your arousal leaking into your panties. The girl on screen was bent over a desk, being pounded into from behind. The man lifted her by her neck until she was flush with his chest and he started rubbing circles onto her clit. This was your biggest fantasy playing out right in front of you and it took everything in you not to press your thighs together.
You didn't notice but your breathing had become a bit heavier, Felix's hand on your thigh gripped a little bit tighter.
Felix had been stealing glances at you through the whole movie but during this scene he couldn't take his eyes off of you. He saw the blush form on your cheeks, your breathing getting heavy, he knew you were thoroughly enjoying the scene.
It was as if your hands had a mind of their own. You didn't mean to move but before you knew it you had brought your hands down and under Felix's shirt, now softly caressing his bare skin.
"Someone is enjoying the movie I see." You snapped your head to face your boyfriend who was devilishly grinning down at you. It took you a second to realize that you were no longer touching a shirt but bare skin under your hands. Your blush deepened as you jumped back and started stammering out an apology.
"Where do you think you're going little one?" Felix moved so he was now towering over you, his hands placed on either side of your head. "Is someone feeling a bit needy?"
Oh god. Fuck the plan. This new side of Felix was doing something to you and if you wanted him before it was nothing compared to how much you wanted him now.
"Maybe." You said it softly, almost a whisper. He was close enough that he heard you but he wanted to have a little fun.
"Sorry beautiful I didn't quite catch that." He leaned in so he was less than an inch from your face now, you could feel his hot breath on your cheeks when he spoke. "You'll have to speak up princess."
A shiver ran through you as you tried to find your voice.
"Yes." Felix wanted to tease you more, he really did, but he was just as needy as you. He thought maybe you had wanted to wait a bit longer to be intimate with him so he had been holding himself back, but after finding the note? The private fanfic account? Not to mention seeing you so hot and bothered and needy for him? God it made his cock throb.
He crashed his lips onto yours and you let out a shameless moan when his hands began to wander. You were shaking with nerves and excitement. Felix felt and pulled back from you, a soft hand came to cup your cheek.
"You okay? You're shaking, am I moving too fast?" Felix's eyes were filled with worry and your heart filled with love for the freckled boy. You reached up and cupped his cheek.
"No, I'm just excited, and maybe a bit nervous?" He smiled warmly down at you and ran his thumb over the apple of your cheek.
"Don't be nervous baby, I'll go slow and walk you through it. How does that sound?" You smiled and nodded your head. Felix leaned down and kissed your nose before sitting up and pulling you with him. He pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around you. Then he stood up and carried you to your bedroom where he laid you down on the bed. "Let me know if you want to stop or need a break okay princess?" You smiled and nodded.
Felix leaned down and kissed your lips, then he moved over to you neck kissing and biting until you were squirming under him. He pulled at the hem of your shirt. "May I take this off?"
"Yes 'Lix please." He slowly pulled your shirt off and stared for a brief moment before he went back to work placing kisses all down your chest. His kisses got lower until he was at the hem of your pants. He looked up at you placing one more kiss before hooking his fingers in your pants. "What about these?" He asked, his breath hot on your skin.
"Please." Your voice was a whisper but he had heard you loud and clear. He took his time pulling your pants down and once they were off he ran his hands up and down your bare thighs.
"You are so fucking beautiful Y/N. You have no idea." Before you could speak Felix lowered himself so he was within inches of your clothed core. He took a deep inhale through his nose. "You smell so fucking good too, can I taste?" He said while playing with the lace on the hem of your underwear.
"Yes 'Lixxie please, take me." He smiled before pulling down your panties, taking less time than he had with your pants. You supposed he was also feeling needy at this point.
Every thought left you when he licked a fat stripe up your bare pussy, humming at the taste of you.
"Fuck princess you taste incredible, better than I had imagined." After that he dove in. He wanted to make your first time memorable and enjoyable so he took his time, noting anything that made you cry out louder and doing it over and over again. Your hand came down to gently tug at his hair, your way of telling him he was doing a good job. Felix ate you out like it was his job, making sure you were enjoying it.
" 'Lix fuck I-I'm gonna cum." You moaned out. His efforts doubled as he sent you headfirst into bliss. Licking and sucking you through your orgasm Felix didn't stop until you pulled his hair a little tighter. He finally detached from you and you pulled him up to slam your lips into his.
"Fuck baby the noises you make, I almost lost it down there." Felix looked almost as fucked out as you with his messy hair from you tugging at it.
" 'Lix I need to feel you, please, I want you so bad." You whined at him. Your begging almost made him lose it but he got his shit together again, this was your first time and he wanted to give you everything an more. You leaned over and pulled a condom out of you nightstand, Felix took it from you and placed it between your teeth.
"Hold that for a second baby." It wasn't until he stood up that you realized he still had all his clothes on. He stripped his shirt off and tossed it on the ground then locked eyes with you as he started undoing his belt buckle.
"I'm going to treat you so well baby, just like my princess deserves." He said while pulling his pants down and kicking them across the room. Now standing before you in just his boxers you could fully see the prominent tent he had been pitching since he first tasted you. Your eyes locked onto the little wet patch of precum that was staining the fabric of his boxers as he slowly started to pull them down.
You had seen dicks before in porn but seeing Felix's cock spring free from his boxers was something else entirely. You felt excited and nervous but mostly you felt happy. Giving yourself to Felix felt right.
Felix came back to the bed and held your chin up so the edge of the condom wrapper stayed in your mouth. He tugged and ripped the package open then slid it onto his length.
"Are you ready princess?"
"More than ready 'Lixxie." He smiled and led you to lay back on the bed. He lined himself up with your entrance with one hand and intertwined your fingers with his on the other.
'Tell me if you need me to stop okay baby?" You nodded your head and he leaned down and pecked your lips.
He slowly pushed into you and you moaned at the sensation. You were so wet from cumming earlier that he slid in easily. You remembered friends telling you that their first times hurt but this didn't hurt that much (you attributed it to your dildo thanking your past self for the purchase)
Felix slowly pushed in until he bottomed out and gave you a minute to adjust. "Fuck princess, so tight, so warm." He all but groaned into your neck.
"You can move now 'Lixxie, please move." You moaned. Felix didn't need to be told twice. He started slowly, still holding your hand, his other wrapped around your waist. He began to pick up speed and your moans got louder. You could feel your high approaching again as he rocked into you and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he continued to make you feel good.
"Are you okay princess?" Felix noticed your tears and slowed down his movements.
"Yes, just f-feels so -fuck-fucking good 'Lixxie please don't s-stop." you cried out. When he was assured that these were good tears he picked up his pace again, slamming his hips into yours. You were gasping, whining, moaning, trying to tell him how good it felt but you couldn't find the words. When his hand moved from your waist to your clit you knew you wouldn't last long.
"FUCK 'LIX cum- I'm cum-" You couldn't finish your sentence because your second orgasm of the night came barreling into you and you let out the loudest moan of the night. Felix fucked you through it and your clenching walls almost sent him over the edge but he kept it together for you. Once your legs stopped spasming his hips started to faulter.
"Princess I'm close where do you want me?" As if that was a question, you had thought about this for days now.
"My mouth 'Lix, wanna taste you."
He groaned and pulled out of you and pulled the condom off. You opened your mouth and he laid the tip of his dick on your tongue. He started jerking himself but to his surprise you swatted his hand away and too his length into your mouth, jerking what you couldn't fit with your hand.
"Fucking hell princess look at you, sucking my dick s-so -fuck- so fucking well. Look so good with my cock in your mouth." You hummed around him and he let out a low moan.
"S-shit princess I'm cumming!" He groaned and then you felt his warm cum coating the inside of your mouth. You sucked a but more until he was done and then pulled off with a pop. Felix looked down at you and you smirked mischievously before opening your mouth and showing him his load. Felix's eyes went wide when a little bit spilled out of your mouth and onto your tits before you closed your mouth, swallowed, and opened it again to show him you had taken it all.
"Jesus Christ baby where did you learn that?" His face was beet red now and you giggled a bit.
"I read about it."
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gh0stsp1d3r · 9 months
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hiiiii
first i would just like to say i looveee your writing its so good
secondly, i was wondering if i could request a kraven x fem reader smut where they’re on a mission together and they end up getting a hotel room but surprise surprise there’s only on bed so they end up having to share it but while they’re getting ready for bed and she’s undressing to change he sees her bare back when shes not noticing and then he starts acting different when they get in bed and she asks why and he kisses her and then they ;) also could they already have a kind of flirty relationship but also kinda get annoyed with each other pretty easily?
anyways i know its a lot but its been stuck in my head all day and i have no writing skills AT ALLLLL
thank youuuuuuu ❤️❤️❤️
I LOVE THE ONE BED TROPE AND I LOVE THIS REQUESY ANON!! This was a bit long 😭 BUT THANK YOU!!
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Smut, MDNI, masturbation (m), oral (f), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl people), cum eating, fingering (; porn w plot
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You groaned as you fell onto the hard concrete, you stared at Sergei and someone else fighting, finally he had (violently) killed the man, he bled out in the open, no one to help him.
“You alright?” He said, looking back at you, blood on his hands and face, slightly staining his shirt. He reached out a hand for you to grab.
You nodded and grabbed his hand, he helped you up.
“Probably gonna hurt in the morning. I’ll be fine.”You said, sighing and looking around in the open field.
“We just gonna leave him out in the open.”
“Nah.” He took a minute or two to use his powers, and suddenly a tiger came roaring from out of nowhere, and it bit the man’s head off.
“Oh, Okay.”
“Alright. Well, we should probably go to a hotel or something. I’m exhausted, I’m sure you are too, and it’s like.. 10 pm already.”
“I am.” You laughed quietly, getting into the car and he drove off.
He stopped at the closest one, it was a small motel, but it would do fine for a night.
“You gonna take a shower?” He asked you, you nodded. You both walked up to the front office.
“I’ll take one after you, or with you.” He said, eyebrows raised.
“Shut up.” You laughed, pushing his shoulder.
He went up to the desk, the woman behind it not paying attention too much.
“Hey.” He said, she turned around.
“Hey. What’s up?” She asked, eating ramen noodles and slurping them.
“Can we get a room? Just for one night.”
She looked at the both of you, still eating. You both awkwardly just stared and waited.
“Sure.” She said, taking the key and handing it you. “That’ll be 120$ please.” she said with a smile.
“120…” you sighed, taking out your wallet when Sergei stopped you, taking out his instead and paying the lady.
“Have a good night.” She said, and you both quickly left.
“You didn’t have to.” You said, as you both walked.
He shrugged “I don’t mind.”
Once he finally found the number, he opened the door to one bed. He turned on the light to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Nope. One bed.
“Damn. Was there really no other room?” You sighed, putting down your stuff.
Sergei sighed, and put his stuff down as well.
“Well, I’m gonna go take a shower.” You said, quickly going into the bathroom.
As the shower ran, so did he thoughts. He’s often thought about you, with his cock in his hand or just randomly sometimes.
He was thinking about how your body would look under the wet shower, how you would look under him. He shifted and groaned quietly, looking at the bathroom and back to the TV.
There wasn’t much that was sexy about an old veteran feeding homeless people on the news.
So he waited, and you soon shut off the shower. Sergei watched you like a hawk as you made your way to your bag, rummaging through it.
The motel towel didn’t hide much, it was small and thin, cheap.
“Would you stop staring at me?” You asked, still going through the bag.
“I’m not staring, what do you mean?” He said, looking the other way when you looked back. You finally found some clothes and Sergei looked back. He swore this was some sort of his sick fantasies.
He saw your back, ass only covered by a small black pair of underwear. He stared again, and he just grew impossibly harder every second.
You slipped a t-shirt over your head, and a pair of pajama pants.
“I’m gonna go take a shower.” He mumbled, so he went into the bathroom.
He quickly turned on the water and locked the door, he quickly took off his pants and boxers that he had, freeing his very hard and red cock.
He hopped in the shower, and slowly started to stroke it, imagining it was your hand instead of his, imagining you underneath him in the shower.
Then his thoughts ran back to how you almost exposed yourself fully naked in front of him, not knowing how much it turned him on.
“Fuck.” He mumbled, throwing his head back. It didn’t take long for him to finish, and quickly wash his body.
He went out to change and saw you scrolling on your phone, you were clueless to what just happened. He quickly changed, and got in the bed.
“So.. tomorrow…” you started, turning off your phone and turning to your side to look at him.
“Uh.. what about tomorrow?” He looked at you, also turning to his side.
You furrowed your eyebrows “We still have that one mission. You know-“
“Oh. Right, right, I forgot for a second.”
You laughed quietly and he smiled.
You were talking again, about random things, and he just nodded and said “uh huh.” “Wow.” And “cool”
You furrowed your eyebrows when you realized, and looked at him in confusion. You stopped talking and he looked back at you.
“Is something wrong?” You asked him finally.
“No.”
“Did I.. do something?”
“No…” well, I’m glad you asked, you changed in front of me and I got a hard on.
“Oh. Well then why are you so…”
“I’m just tired. Sorry.” He said, and he saw how you were kinda hurt. You nodded and turned the other way, he couldn’t go to sleep.
“Actually..” he sighed after a while, you turned back to him.
“Can I be honest?” You both looked at each other now.
You nodded, and he didn’t say anything else, but he did lean close to you, you were shocked when he kissed you, eyes wide for a second, before you kissed him back.
“I saw your body, when you were changing, fuck, I’m sorry but-“
“You were watching me.. change?” You asked, teasing him.
“No… yes..?”
You laughed quietly and shook your head.
“That’s cute. But if you wanted to, you coulda asked.” You gave him another kiss, this one wasn’t so loving and slow as the other one.
His tongue explored your mouth, he kissed you hungrily and he slowly moved around, he disconnected his lips for a second to get on top of you.
“Do you wanna do this?” He asked, making sure. You nodded eagerly, with a smile on your face.
His hands explored your body, he pulled up your shirt first, revealing your tits.
Something he’d always fantasized about.
He smiled and littered small kisses all along your body, you just stared at him. Slowly he took off your pants, putting them on the floor next to your shirt.
He slowly took off your underwear after, he looked up at you as his fingers trailed down to your clit, running circles. You bit your lip and he stopped, you whined at the loss.
“I wanna hear you. Okay?”
“Okay.” You nodded and released your lip, and he slowly put his fingers back on your clit, and you let out a moan, your back arching off the bed slightly as he worked his fingers.
And he was good with his fingers.
That’s when he did something you didn’t expect, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, you gasped and made noises that were like music to his ears.
Your hands went flying to his hair, tugging and pulling on it as he ate you out, you tasted as wonderful as he had imagined.
“Sergei- Im gonna-“ you mumbled.
“Please do.” He said, disconnecting his tongue for a second, with a small smile. He then dived back in and soon you were cumming on his tongue.
You caught your breath while he took his sweatpants and boxers off, his cock was painfully hard.
He stroked it a couple times, and you impatiently whined.
“Sergei!”
“Sorry, love.” He said, giving you a small kiss on the cheek and aligning his cock with your entrance.
He groaned while you moaned, he stayed still for a minute and he looked at your reaction to see if he could move.
Your eyes screwed shut, it hurting at first. Then you nodded, and he started to move slowly, he smiled and slowly thrusted.
“Sergei- please.” You said.
“Use your words, please what?”
“Go faster!” You whined again, making him smile as he did just that.
His thrusts that were once slow and loving, turned fast and relentless, his stamina animalistic almost.
“Yeah- shit- fuck, you’re so tight.” He mumbled, the sounds of skin slapping filling the room. The cheap bed banging against the wall next door.
He smiled at your reaction to his words, and you felt the coil forming in your stomach.
“Mmm- Sergei..” you moaned out, he groaned.
“You’re so hot, you know that? I’ve dreamed of this forever.” He growled out.
“I’m gonna cum-“ you mumbled, and he nodded.
“Let’s cum together, okay?” He suggested, you nodded and that’s exactly what you both did.
You both bottomed out, and he took his cock out of your pussy, making you cry out. He went back up to you and kissed you.
“Sorry, but if we don’t stop, we aren’t gonna be able to.” He said with a smirk, you rolled your eyes.
“Whatever. Just cuddle me.” You mumbled, as he put back on his boxers only, and he helped you put back on your clothes.
“Yes ma’am.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck.
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eleutherafairy · 1 month
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VALENTINE'S DAY — jack hughes
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SUMMARY! jack and the reader had broken up a few weeks before valentine’s day and jack reminisces on their past while his valentine’s day gift for her stays unopened on his coffee table. 
italicized are flashbacks of when the reader and jack were together 
this is a special valentine’s day blurb! enjoy fairies <3
INVOLVED! jack x fem reader! 
WARNINGS! sad valentine’s day imagine based off the song valentine’s day by LANY
BEFORE YOU START! i don’t know how the hughes act irl! this is just an imagination!
extra! find my masterlist → here!
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counted up the days since it went to hell and I watched you walk out
It had been 24 days since y/n packed up her things and left Jack’s and her’s shared apartment. It had been 24 days full of hell. The boy couldn’t fathom that she just packed and walked out of his life. He hadn’t been doing well– he barely had the energy to get out of beds to attend morning skate and he barely had the energy to put a smile for the fans or the media. 
He never was found without you by his side ever. You guys used to come as a package deal. You did everything together. Even all the simple one-man tasks. Going grocery shopping, filling up your car with gas, or taking some clothes to the donation center. The boy loved to go spend time with her, no matter how mundane, no matter if you would only be gone for a few minutes.
Now he was doing all these mundane tasks without you. He had to go to the grocery store by himself. 
“Jacky wanna hear another joke?”
“C’mon you’re just gonna say it anyways,” Jack said, grabbing some of y/n’s favorite yogurt from the grocery shelf.
“Okay. Why are graveyards so noisy?” Y/n asked, barely getting through the joke before her giggles overtook her.
It took everything in Jack to not ruin the joke for her. That was his joke. A joke that he had told Trevor so many times. 
“Why??” The boy said, laughing at how y/n was crying, hunched over, holding the side of the shopping cart.
“Because of all the coffin,” she wheezed out, hysterically laughing.
Jack laughed at his girl’s silly antics. Four years in and she still acted how she was on their first date.
It was because he loved you, but he still managed to fuck things over. Everyone on the team knew what was wrong. They felt bad for the older Hughes brother. Luke had tried his best to help his brother move on, but even Luke knew that you were probably his soulmate.
i think it's time to give my heart a chance, see if it's healed by now
One of the boys on the team decided to invite the sad boy to a speed dating event that the media had set up. Jack had refused multiple times, seeing that he barely had the energy to do anything these days. He also felt like he would be betraying you if he went. He would never stop loving you. That’s how it felt. 
Jack put on a fake smile for the media, greeting each girl as they introduced themselves to him. One of them reminded him of you. She was outgoing, talking rapidly, just like you always did. It was something that used to make him laugh. 
The pair were sitting on the couch watching The Bachelor. Jack would always barely pay attention whenever they watched, his attention always on her, tracing the tattoos on her thigh or on her ribs.
This time, y/n was animately talking about the girl who had gotten the last rose and something about it being a producer’s rose– whatever the hell she meant by that. The girl was speaking so fast, Jack could barely comprehend her. 
This was something that always happened. Whenever she got into something that she was passionate about or interested in, she would have these moments of speaking as fast as light could travel. 
Before he knew it, his girl was doing on of her famous deep wheezing breaths and he laughed, giving her a small kiss on the forehead.
“Slow down, beautiful. You’re pretty little mind can’t keep up with your words,” the boy said, laughing at her antics.
“Shut up, Jacky,” she said, snuggling into his side, content with him by her side and watching old reruns of The Bachelor.
You would talk so fast that you couldn’t get any air in and had to take a deep wheezing breath everytime. The sound would make Jack laugh whenever you did that. He missed simple things like that. He just missed you.
i'm hanging out with someone else
31 days had gone by and Jack invited that girl to another date, but he couldn’t feel that connection. She reminded him of you, but she wasn’t you. They lacked that spark that the two of you once had. Jack smiled through the whole date, but inside, his heart was breaking again.
You need to move on. She probably already has the boy thought.
But no matter how hard he tried, no matter who else he tried hanging out with, it could not compare to her.
no matter what I tell myself, she's not as good as you
Jack needed to fix this. 38 days later and his Valentine’s day gift for her had arrived at his door and he could feel his heart shatter once more. He vividly remembered buying this gift for you. He was up late one night, you asleep next to him, and he saw something that you had bookmarked to buy later. Well, he bought it for you and some more, just because he knew.
The boy, to the brink of tears, pulled out a pocket knife and opened the box, revealing a jewelry box he had custom engraved his name on for you to wear. You had always been talking about wanting to wear his initial on a chain around your neck– because of a Taylor Swift song you would always play whenever you were with him and he ordered one. Jack took out the second jewelry box, one that he bought for himself– one with your initials on a chain. He wanted your initials around his neck because he was so proud to be your boyfriend and flaunted you around, always. 
He had always said, you were his biggest score. 
The sad boy let out a few tears before taking the two boxes and placing them on his coffee table. Valentine’s day was in a few days and he couldn’t believe this was the year he wouldn’t be celebrating it with you. It was the first in four years.  
Maybe fate would bring them back together he thought.
He missed you. He truly felt lost without you. You were his better half. You would fix him when he felt broken. You gave him hope to keep going every day.
He was nothing without you.
So there he stood, in front of your door. He spent the whole morning building up the courage to come to the apartment you had moved into. It had been 43 days since you guys broke up. He was nervous, he was scared, he wanted you to want him back.
The boy exhaled a shaky breath, flowers in one hand, a bag full of your favorite treats set carefully on the floor beside him, before knocking on your door.
Would you take him back? That was what raced through his head.
The door opened. 
he was nothing without you.
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thel0v3hashira143 · 2 months
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❝𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐔𝐏!❞
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ eren armin jean reiner n levi ☆ various aot men as dads!!
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ fem!reader (referred to as mom or mommy), black aligned reader but as per usual anyone can read
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ notes: y'all thought i was playin when i said had 2 other pieces huh...well anyways heres my 2nd official revamp entry!! erm i hope u guys like it cause i lost like 3 hours of sleep over this. (its bhm you have to like it or else) stay hot!! 🎀🎀
eren yaeger 🌸
2 words. girl dad.
this man was born to have an army of girls surrounding him at all times (but he's not necessarily complaining in this case)
you two's daughter is a very passionate and outgoing child and eren totally embraces that
he's deeply involved in his child's life, sharing stories about the world and instilling a sense of curiosity (aka giving her bad ideas)
he was an outside and play in the mud kid so he is all for letting her have free range to express/play how she wants
and he's a sucker for your little girl so he usually gets roped into her shenanigans
when you come home and the house is quiet you know those two are up to something nefarious 😭😭
"eren, why the hell does my kitchen look a hot ass mess?"
"she wanted to make a cake, babe!"
i can see your daughter playing sports (soccer specifically) and he is 1000 the dad that yells at the ref.
"did you see that [name]!? that brat just pushed her over l, why didn't that bastard call it!?"
will get down and dirty for his girls. no matter what
emphasizes the importance of freedom, encouraging your to pursue her dreams no matter what.
actually the most supportive ever??
your daughter wants to play 10 different sports? he's buying all the equipment no matter the cost. she wants to be the next picasso? he'll buy her brand new art supplies and be her model.
just hes so just....*sigh*
armin arlert 🌸
my man, loml, my day 1, my soul mate my everything (he was my first anime crush i will be projecting on this one argue wit ur mama)
he is definitely a gentle parent to your little boy who's just a shy little dude
armin knows what it feels like to be that shy and quiet kid so he's very patient and understanding
him and your son are practically carbon copies of eachother minus his curly hair (which he got from you) but you think its adorable
speaking of hair HE TOTALLY LEARNS TO BRAID/DO TWIST
he knew taking care of your son's hair was going to require extra effort because of his texture but he doesnt care and learns anyway (sob sob)
him and your son are attached at the hip and wherever one goes you typically find the other.
they spend many quiet moments together and obviously armin reads him multiple stories before bed.
i can totally see y'alls son being an artist/artistically gifted
you can find him and armin sprawled out on the floor with paper and various art supplies as armin nods along to the nonsense coming out of your son's mouth
"mhmm, oh i see! i think that color looks great there too."
meanwhile you're in the corner just sobbing and dying of cuteness in your house
much like eren he teaches his son the values of curiosity and freedom, even if his son is a little more reserved
he wouldn't ever force him into doing anything he doesn't want to, but encourages him in the small things
i also fantasize about living by a beach with armin so ik he takes y'all to the beach at least 3 times a month.
every single time he goes he carries his son on his hip as the explore the beach in search of shells and other treasures to take home.
"you like this one buddy? why don't we give it to mommy as a nice present, yeah?"
i can't write too long or imma short circuit but i will be expanding on this because i love armin so much
he's so neat :]
jean kirstein 🌸
jean, as a dad, is like a mix of cornyness and seriousness
on the one hand i can totally see him making the stupidest dad jokes while you and your daughter are just like 🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️
like the irl personification of "im not a regular mom, i'm a cool mom"
but on the other hand he's just like my dad where he can turn anything into a life lesson and you have to sit while he scolds your daughter for at least 30 minutes
it's all out of love tho
he thrives in a lighthearted atmosphere at home and spending time together is a huge thing for him
he is a bbq/camping dad and no i will not take criticism on this
jean takes pride in teaching life skills, from fixing things around the house to imparting practical wisdom (even though it isn't always wanted 💀)
your daughter will likely be well-prepared for the challenges of the world. he likes to think he's the reason she has a good head on her shoulders.
speaking of which, your daughter is very much sassy...(jean swears she gets if from you but we know the truth)
shes the first one to have something smart to say and its gotten her in trouble quite a few times with jean...but theyre besties.
balances tough love with genuine affection, cause he definitely mellowed out as he got older but knows when to put his foot down (unlike eren. what who said that??)
your daughter knows she can always count on him. ♡
reiner braun 🌸
AURGGYGHH I LOVE THIS MAN
anyways as soon as your son was born he only knew one word.
panic.
specifically timeskip!reiner. i can only imagine him as a worrier and a helicopter parent up until your son is like 6-7.
"rei, if you don't let that boy go play with the other kids!" "[name], i read that a slide has 82 times more germs than a kitchen sink. i won't let him be exposed to that."
it's just like *sigh* but thanks to you he eventually mellows out.
y'alls son is a really kind boy. like stupidly nice. damn near a pushover. (but we love him)
while you're ready to fight the other parents (or kids) who hurt your baby, reiner is actually more gentle in his approach
he's clearly a big strong guy but he's very gentle in his approach when it comes to seeing his son cry or just in general
reiner, as a dad, is the protector. he's vigilant and caring, instilling a strong sense of security in your home
your son feels safe knowing reiner is there to shield him from any harm.
seeing talk all soft to y'alls son makes you go sksmwkwmwka he's so man...
"hey, me and mom love you very much. you got that bud?"
balances strength with gentleness. offering a listening ear and encouraging open communication.
he wants his son to know he'll always be there for him since he never really had a father growing up
safe to say your son grows up feeling understood and supported by both parents ♡
levi ackerman 🌸
for sure the strictest dad on this list.
from the moment your daughter was born he had her on a schedule that was planned meticulously.
like hour by hour he knows what's going on and you're just there like🧍🏽‍♀️
"i read a consistent schedule helps with her brain development." "...."
as she gets older he calms down a little. but like only the smallest little bit.
however! levi, although strict, is a fiercely devoted dad
this just came to me but he's the dad where if you our your daughter syas you like a snack one time he'll buy a lifetime supply until you tell him otherwise
despite his stoic exterior, Levi has a soft spot for his child's well-being and takes pride in their achievements, no matter how small
your daughter is a dancer. fight me.
even if you can't make it, you see him in the audience at every recital with a soft smile.
"you did great. yes, i recorded all of it for mom to see too."
ngl he is very rule oriented but 9/10 he bends begrudgingly for your daughter (she looks like you, so he can never say no.)
he values discipline and order but also knows the importance of showing love and appreciation.
like reiner he didn't grow up with the best father figure (if one at all) or anyone to really give him confidence growing up.
your daughter never doubts that daddy loves her and thinks she's the best ♡
he also is so skilled at doing hair?? probably better than armin.
ponytail, bun, twist, braids, you name it, he can do it. (has put you shame on multiple occasions)
teaches self-reliance and responsibility, ensuring his child is well-prepared for life's challenges.
expects excellence but also provides unwavering support
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 2nd piece done!! why was i fighting for my life during jean and reiner's....but i actually really wanna expand on dad!armin and dad!levi so maybe i'll give all the kids names sometime in the future. i tried to finish this is my ap chem class and my teacher almost took my phone 💀💀 but expect more soon cause i am on a roll! 🏃🏽‍♀️💨
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲 ♡
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𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚!
𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡0𝙫3𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖143 2024
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silvermarley · 7 months
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You should do what happened after the “watching a spicy scene in a movie with them” post TEEHEE SMUT💖🔥🔥🔥
I was just thinking about it 🛐
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Watching a movie w/ a spicy scene (Part 2)
Warnings: smut (but mostly drabbles for them), this will be a lot 😭, switch Genya-, dom!Sanemi,Kyo,and Uzui, no protection (not advising this for irl), rough sex (Sanemi, kinda in Tengen’s), degradation (Sanemi and Tengens)
A/N: Part 1; also, I’m alive! Just busy.
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Genya Shinazugawa:
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“Y/N.. did you plan t-this..?” He asked, stuttering.
You shrug teasingly knowing damn well you did. He goes silent for a bit, unsure of what he should do.
You weren’t unaffected by the movie’s content, but you wanted to mess with him to see what he will do. Eventually, you feel him pull at your shirt.
“Baby please..you’re teasin’ me too much..” he says as he pulls you on his lap, laying his head on your shoulder to avoid eye contact.
You give in, as you’re desperate now yourself. You begin to grind your hips onto him making him groan.
He grabs at your shorts, to which you stop rolling your hips and lift yourself to let him take it off along with your panties. After, you pull down his pants and boxers, watching as his cock sprung out.
You took off your shirt and he took off his, but as soon as you went to unclasp your bra, he pulled you back onto him.
“Sorry.. I just can’t wait any more..” he mumbles.
You chuckled a bit at his impatience, and kissed his lips. He lined up with your entrance and waited for you to sink onto him.
You happily moved to slowly slide down his cock. You and him collectively let out a satisfied groan when he bottomed out.
His face is a bright red, with his hands nervously gripping onto your ass.
Once you felt like you were adjusted, you started to bounce up and down on him.
He threw his head back, “Fuck..”
You moaned at how good it felt. His grip on your ass tightened as he guided you up and down. You set a steady pace that made the two of you get louder with time.
He needed more.
Genya wraps his arms around your waist and fucks up into you, making you fall forward and and grasp his shoulders to ground yourself.
“Shit baby! Making me feel so good..” he rambles as he pistons up into you.
You felt the heat in your stomach grow more prominent.
“Ah- gonna cum!” You whine.
“Me too.. Where can I- fuck!” He doesn’t finish his sentence as his mind gets cloudy.
“Inside! I’m on the pill. Just- please..” you moaned.
Hearing you say that, and the fact that you were squeezing him so tight sent him over the edge. You followed him, as you two chase your highs.
You don’t move off of him. You cuddle against him and you two enjoy the moment and warmth together.
Sanemi Shinazugawa:
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He would occasionally shift around uncomfortably, you as well. But the both of you sat through the rest of the movie, which felt like forever.
His hands would occasionally move to tease you.
The moment the credits were rolling, he was picking you up and hastily walking to your shared room.
He dropped you on the bed and quickly hovered over you. 
His lips met yours. He bit your bottom lip to gain access to your mouth, deepening the kiss once he got it. At the same time, he was pulling off your clothes beginning with your shirt and then your shorts.
He breaks the kiss to bite and suck at your neck. You hummed in pleasure.
Once he thinks you’ve been properly marked up, he takes off his own clothing. You blushed at just how hard he was.
“Like what you see? This is what will make you scream for me all night.” He smirked as he undid your bra and ripped off your panties.
“Babe-“ you were cut off by him.
“Shut up. I’ll get you another pair.”
He grinds his cock onto your cunt, hitting your clit. You moaned at the feeling of it.
“So wet.. you needed me to fuck you this badly?”
You nodded, wanting nothing more than for him to do just that.
He groaned at the confession. “Good.. I almost couldn’t wait to ruin you.”
In one thrust, he pushed his cock all the way into you. You gasped at the force of it.
“So tight..” he groans, only giving you a moment to adjust.
He wildly thrusted in and out of you, making you scream in the best way.
“That’s it.. let the world know who’s making you feel good.” His words only made you tighten on him.
He put his hands under your knees and pushed your legs to your chest, making him go even deeper. You scratched his back and moaned louder at the feeling.
Your orgasm was quickly approaching, due to the overwhelming stimulation. With you tightening around him so much, he wasn’t far behind you.
A few more bucks of his hips and you were creaming on his cock. He grunted and thrusted one last time, as deep as he could, and came inside you.
You felt him pull out of you, so you put your legs down and calmed down from your high. You closed your eyes and sighed.
Then, you open your eyes to see him still looking over you, smirking mischievously.
“What, did you think I was done with you?”
Kyojuro Rengoku:
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He tried to keep his composure and finish the movie. Key word: Tried.
“My love.. I’m afraid I can’t wait any longer. I need you now.” He says, turning and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.
You melted into the kiss. Just from the passion he was putting into it, you could tell that he was just as desperate.
Without breaking it, he gently pushed you down onto the couch and slotted himself between your thighs. You could feel the heat from his erection through his slacks.
After a few minutes, he pulled back breathlessly. Kyojuro tugged down the shorts you had on, along with your panties.
Seeing your slick pussy made him groan. He lowered himself to face it and gave it an experimental lick. The moan you let out made his cock twitch. It was better than any movie he’s even seen.
He licked and sucked at your sopping cunt, savoring the unique flavor. He loved the taste of it on his tongue.
Even if it took all the willpower in him to restrain himself from fucking you right now, he is a man who doesn’t skip foreplay. He wants you to be nice and ready for him.
In the middle of him eating you out, he inserts two fingers in you. Not only was your taste making his head spin, but the feeling of you tightening around his fingers too.
You came with a high pitched whine, and he guided you though it. Once he licked you clean, he moves back up. You were still trying to control your breathing when you heard him taking off his belt and then his pants.
He didn’t bother removing his shirt before he was on you again.
“You ready?” He asked, to which you nodded.
He hums before slowly pushing into you. He growled at how warm and welcoming your cunt felt. You could tell he was going to wait for you to get used to it, but you couldn’t wait anymore.
“Kyo.. please. Don’t hold back..” You begged, hoping he’ll get the hint.
And he did. The restraint he was showing was gone, and he thrusted in and out of you.
His thrusts were fast and deep, hitting your cervix with ease. You could do nothing but moan at how good it felt.
The sloppy but calculated movements had you cumming faster than you thought. He slows down a bit, but once you were no longer twitching, he continued his pace from before.
“Taking me so well love.. just a little longer.” He praises.
Rengoku feels himself getting close, so he uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit in tune with his thrusts.
You felt yourself come to the brink once more.
“With me.. cum with me..” he groans.
After a few more sloppy thrusts, you two came together. As you two caught your breath, Kyojuro couldn’t help but chuckle, collapsing onto you.
“Well.. this is an outcome i wasn’t expecting.”
You laugh along with him, hugging him. “Yeah..”
Uzui Tengen:
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When the movie ended, his lips were on yours in an instant.
Something about how lewd the things on screen gave him more confidence than usual.
As your kiss got more heated, Tengen was pulling your pants down and throwing them to the side. He parts from you, after noticing how wet you were through your panties.
“Naughty girl.. were you thinking of us when watching the movie baby?” He teased, knowing full well that he’s the one who wanted to recreate the scene the second it came on.
You bit your lip in embarrassment. He just smirked, lifting your shirt up and over your head.
“You really are a dirty girl..” He murmurs in response to seeing you already braless under your shirt. His rough hands felt up your exposed skin, as he left hickeys down your neck and chest.
Though, he couldn’t ignore his aching cock, which was begging to be released.
“Get on your hands and knees, pretty girl.”
You do just as your told, turning to put your forearms on the armrest, arching your back a bit. He hummed in satisfaction. Without hesitation, he rips off your panties.
You weren’t even going to fuss at him for it, since your mind was only focused on him being inside you. He grabs at your plush ass, and gives it a smack.
You weren’t sure when he took off his own clothing. But, you felt him gliding his cock on your cunt, using your slick as makeshift lube.
He pushed into you, groaning at your tightness. It wasn’t too difficult to bottom out, since you were already wet.
Tengen gave you a little time, before he began fucking you. He was hitting all the right spots, making you whine.
He hovered over you, and his grip on your hips was hard, which will likely leave a mark later.
“Shit.. you feel so good baby..” he whispered.
It was a lot. He was giving you all you wanted and more.
You were making him feel good, but he wanted to see how good he was making you feel. So, he wrapped an arm around you to pull your back against his chest.
After adjusting the position, he continued to piston up into you, hitting deeper than before.
“Fuck! S-So deep!” You gasp.
He smirked again, feeling you get close. And you came with a loud moan, clawing into the couch. Tengen guided you through it, but didn’t stop. You writhed from overstimulation.
“Shh.. I still need to fill you up, don’t I? You can give me one more..” he cooed.
His unrelenting thrusts had you getting close again in no time. You felt him twitching inside you, bringing you closer to cumming again.
You head was thrown back onto his shoulder in pleasure. And soon enough, you two came together.
He gently moved his arm from around your chest, but didn’t pull out. You looked back at him in curiosity.
He had a smile on his face, and his cock twitched back to life at the thought of filling you up again.
“Round two..?”
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Just a Little Blood
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Gangjae x f! Reader, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Summary - Gangjae comes home to his girlfriend after a wild night out, only to find she is suffering from her period.
Warnings - 18+ Suggestive Content, Mention of drugs, Mention of menstrual pain, Gangjae is a walking red flag but is nice to his girl.
A/N - Didn't expect my first post on Tumblr to be about Gangjae of all people, but I'm rewatching My Name and got inspired.
*This is fiction y'all! Please find someone better than Gangjae irl.*
Word Count - 1.17k
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"Where does it hurt? Here?"
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You writhed in your lush bed in the middle of the night, desperate to find a position that could relieve some discomfort as you laid alone.
Staring at the ceiling of the dimly lit room, tears escaped the corners of your eyes and all you could seem to focus on was the menstrual pain radiating throughout your body. Your head ached and cramps forcefully took over your midsection, the heat of your skin adding to the impossibility of rest. 
The atmosphere of the penthouse had been silent up until now, though it hadn’t done you any favors. You could hear beyond the closed bedroom door, down the hall, that Gangjae and some of his men made it home. Turning on your side, you tried to block out the noise. But it wasn’t long until your boyfriend reached your room and entered with heavy steps. 
Any given day of the week, Gangjae came home late or not at all. You got used to his lifestyle over the course of the year you had been together and were often asleep long before he traipsed into your shared bedroom. He had the tendency to wake you up, seeking another high to prolong the night. 
He shuffled out of his jacket and pants, tossing the clothes onto the leather couch not far from the bed and joined you in it. You felt the dip of the mattress, a pleased sigh coming from Gangjae as the cool satin sheets invited him in. His hands dipped below the covers, sliding up your thighs and settling on your hips.
“I’m back, Jagi,” he said quietly, easing you out of sleep carefully as he pressed kisses to the side of your neck. Or so he thought.
You were facing away from him, vision blurry as you glanced at the city lights peeking through the curtains. He couldn’t see that you had been awake this whole time or that tears streaked down your face. So, his hand traveled beneath your shirt and found its place on your chest.
Normally, you didn’t mind being woken up by Gangjae being all over you. You relished the attention from him, as you seldom got the interaction with your boyfriend that you craved. Especially during the organization’s busiest weeks, sleep interrupted by sex was sometimes the best form of intimacy you could hope for.
But before he could take it any further, you found the strength to say, “Please. Not right now, Gangjae.” There was an edge to your voice that he picked up on right away, figuring that you must have been crying. While he had grown to accept that you sometimes didn’t want to have sex, he found your refusal to be a bit dramatic in this instance. 
“I barely touched you,” he scoffed, getting out of bed to turn a light on. Once he saw your face, he realized that you had been crying for much longer. He also noticed the sheen of sweat on the exposed parts of your form, settling back down next to you as he gently pulled your shoulder back, opening you up to him. 
With a slightly easier tone, he asked, “What’s wrong with you? Did you take something? Someone hurt you?” Perfectly reasonable guesses coming from a drug lord. Although, Gangjae knew how you felt about drugs, and he doubted that anyone would dare to touch you. They’d be dead before the sun came up. 
“No, none of that. Don’t worry about it, okay?” you sniffed. He could tell that you were exhausted, but wasn’t satisfied with the answer you gave.
“I asked what’s wrong with you.”
“Really, it’s nothing. I just don’t feel well. I’m sorry.”
“Are you sick or something?”
Frustrated and in pain, you whined, “Don’t you get it? I don’t want to tell you. Guys don’t like hearing about it.”
“I don’t get it. So stop fucking around.” 
As you laid on your back below him, he watched your eyes screw shut, more water leaking out of them. While he was annoyed and had gotten a little worked up at the fact that his night was taking an unexpected turn, he was still concerned for you.
It took him a moment to register the implications behind your mention of ‘guys’, and it eventually dawned on him. He realized it could only mean one thing.
“Is it your period?” he questioned. You said nothing, wishing you could just evaporate and not have to have this conversation with him. Gangjae took your silence for an answer, sensing your embarrassment. “It’s not a big deal, Y/n. It’s just a little blood. But I can’t help you if you don’t open your mouth.”
“I’m sorry,” you say again, though you were relieved by the change in his demeanor. 
He huffed and muttered a low “quit apologizing” as he laid down and pulled you into him, your warm back flush with his bare chest. The scent of cigarettes and cologne emanated from him while his arms wrapped around you in a comforting embrace. He ran his hand back and forth along the curve of your waist, asking “Want me to tell Seojun to get you some medicine? Did you eat?”
“A little,” you sighed. “Had some rice, and an egg. Took some pills, but they’re not working.”
“Where does it hurt? Here?” He gently touched the area just below your stomach. You nodded, trying to take a steady breath so you wouldn’t start crying. “Here too?” Gangjae moved his hand to rest on your forehead.
“Yeah.” Your response was weak, so cute he almost wanted to laugh.
“Where’s my tough girl, hm? It really hurts that bad?”
“Yes, Gangjae.” He heard the tremble in your voice, signaling that you really were about to cry again if he kept teasing you. 
“Arasseo,” he couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, turning you so you were facing him. “You’ll be okay. Let’s sleep. We’ll take care of you in the morning.” Morning for Gangjae was about 2 in the afternoon, but you appreciated the sentiment.
He tucked your head under his chin and situated both of you to be comfortable, but not before placing a couple of chaste kisses on your cheek.
Suddenly, the room didn’t seem so suffocating anymore. The pain was bearable now, and you didn’t feel like crawling out of your skin. In his own way, Gangjae managed to help.
“Ya.” Feeling your soft breath against his tattooed neck, he tried to get your attention one last time before letting you drift off. “Tell me you love me.”
It was something you always said to him before bed, but he reveled in the praise whenever you gave it. Knowing he was loved by you empowered him the same as being feared by the ring. 
“I love you,” you whispered.
He smirked, finally closing his eyes. Even if he didn’t always say it in words, he loved you too.
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Im a sucker for messy past relationships and I was thinking about dratchrod with past megalock. Drift never talking about it because that's part of his whole decepticon past he'd rather forget till perhaps one day he's getting tipsy with Rodimus and admits he misses getting knotted (bc it absolutely HITS for his suppressed feralness kink)
"Knotted?? By who? 👀"
"Megatron 😭"
And Rodimus had only ever heard of knot mods, never seen one irl, and of course he ends up blabbing to Ratchet about it too.
"Huh... haven't been knotted since my med school days"
And so of course Rodimus ends up with massive FOMO and manages to rope Drift into seducing Megatron for "old time's sake" (not at all hard since dratchrod hit all of Megatron's types).
Drift and Ratchet get to feel like they're young and dumb again on Megatron's knot and Rodimus is SO sure he'll be fine because he's seen his own share of wild spike mods, but the feeling of Megatron's knot just absolutely blanks his processor. Makes him whine and cry like he's getting his seals broken for the first time again.
Drift and Ratchet forgot to give Rodimus a heads up that the point of a knot mod is to encourage breeding protocols to come online - and Megatron assumes they told Rodimus too.
Really, they've got no one else to blame but themselves when Rodimus ends up sparked and a knot addict
i LOVE dratchrod taking Megatron to bed dude. Obviously there’s a lot of emotional ups and downs to be involved here, with Drift having to reconcile with yet another part of his past that he doesn’t like too much, Ratchet unraveling his deep-seated hate and fury for Megatron, and Rodimus… is just in it for a good time. 
No matter what, though, they all love Megatron’s knotting mod. i think Drift gets to go first, to break the tension in the room which mostly stems from his and Megs’ weird past involvement, shouting out when Megatron’s knot inflates inside of him, spreading open his valve to its absolute limit. Ratchet and Rodimus coo at him, tell him how well he’s doing. 
Ratchet definitely handles the knot like a pro. Rodimus… does not. He would have liked to say he did, but he was already overwhelmed by the sheer size of Megatron’s spike, so when the knot swells you know Rodimus is screaming. He turns into a puddle, completely melting at the mercy of Megatron’s knot. It’s easily the biggest thing he’s taken and fuck, it’s literally pulsing inside of him, grinding into his nodes until he doesn’t know when the last overload ended and the next one starts. 
Rodimus ends up really, really liking the knotting mod and they get Megatron involved a lot more. 
also, okay i love Rodimus getting himself knocked up because he’s too horny and dumb to think about the consequences, but if Megatron gets to knot all three of ‘em, and knotting helps kick reproduction systems back into gear, then… can we have Megatron’s three pregnant girlfriends? and no, they don’t smoke weed, it’s bad for the babies.
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selfcarecap · 2 years
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Hotel [p.p]
pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!reader
summary: You and Peter spend the night at a hotel after a mission. When you can’t sleep, you decide to tire yourself out, not knowing that Peter’s wide awake too, listening, and he wants nothing more than to join in.
warnings: smut (masturbation (f + m), oral (f + m), reader masturbates w peter in the room without his consent but he likes it so (but don’t be like her irl), don’t think there is anything else??
word count: 3.4k (omg i just spontaneously added 1k in the last hour lmfao)
had to write this before i could write anything else, my brain just wouldn’t let me lol
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Peter watches you drop to the bed with a sigh, cuddling into the sheets as soon as you land on the mattress. 
You’re exhausted from the mission you two just completed.
Peter was thrilled when you were told it was just the two of you, and doing the mission together brought you even closer than he was hoping.
He's had a crush on you since he’s known you but he’s always been hesitant in talking to you; in his eyes you’re too cool for him so he never thought you’d be interested in being friends with him. But now, after inevitably spending weeks together while working on the mission, he would say, without a doubt, that you two are friends.
He can still get shy around you, but that is more his own insecurity than how you treat him. Yes, he still thinks you’re too cool for him. But as long as you haven’t realised that, he loves being with you. But while being your friend is more than he could have ever asked for, he still wishes that one day you’re going to be more than that.
He also secretly hoped that there was only going to be one bed in your hotel room. You’d end up sharing it, wake up in each other’s arms and you’d realise you’re in love with Peter.
And indeed, there is only one bed. 
Only one single bed. And a sofa. 
So of course, out of politeness, Peter took the sofa without hesitation. 
And now he’s lying on it, and he wants nothing more than to sleep, but he just can’t keep his eyes shut. No matter how hard he fought on that mission only a few hours ago, his mind is racing with thoughts of you and your relationship to Peter so his physical exhaustion means nothing.
He’s wide awake.
No matter what he does, no matter what position he lies in and no matter how tired he is, he can’t fall asleep. 
“Peter?”
He furrows his eyebrows when he hears you whisper his name. Maybe he’s dreaming after all. 
You don’t say his name again, so maybe he really did imagine it. 
But then he hears you shifting on the bed. Maybe you can’t sleep either. Were you about to invite him to a late-night cuddle session—okay, Peter be realistic—a late-night talking session that he’s been hoping for? Those late-night talks always strengthen a bond between two people and so far Peter hasn’t really had many conversations like that with y—
His heart skips a beat when he hears something wet. Something in your mouth. 
Are you— no, he’s too dirty-minded. It can’t be. 
Maybe you’re drinking something or eating a snack. 
But why does Peter feel like he can’t move? You think he’s asleep right now and it would be better if it stayed like that, otherwise you might stop whatever you’re doing. If you’re even doing what he thinks you are. 
He tries to get his mind out of the gutter, but everything he hears points to you doing one thing.
All he hears is wetness. More and more wetness. The clicking of your wrist from doing the same movement over and over again. Your breaths becoming more shallow, your heartbeat speeding up. 
He keeps hearing more and more wet as your breathing becomes louder.
In the last minute, Peter has managed to turn towards you a few inches without making a sound and he can see how your legs are propped up.
He’s not imagining it; you’re masturbating. And you’re in the same room as Peter.
Peter is so hard that it hurts and he wants nothing more than to relieve that ache, but he’s not sure if he can do that noiselessly and the last thing he wants you to do is stop.
So he listens, painfully but happily, to you fucking your wet pussy. At some point you whimper and slap your hand over your mouth when you realise how loud it was. You don’t check if Peter heard though, too distracted by your orgasm that Peter can practically hear.
Your bed creaks and you slowly calm down, your underwear snapping against your skin, probably when you pull your hand out of it. The next thing Peter hears is more wet; you’re tasting yourself.
That’s it. Peter can’t take it anymore.
He sits up, “You need help cleaning up?” It’s weaker and quieter than he wanted it to sound, but he’s proud that he managed to say anything to you at all in this situation.
You don’t answer for a while and then you sit up too, whispering through the dark, “What?” 
You probably thought he was asleep, he did make sure to seem like he was sleeping for the last five minutes.
“I asked if you need help cleaning up.” Now that he’s saying it a second time, it sounds less sexy than he thought but again, he’s glad he has the confidence to say anything remotely sexual to you.
“W-with what?” 
“I couldn’t sleep either,” he tells you.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to uh.. I thought you were sleeping.”
Peter knows you like confident men. You dated Steve at some point and you dated Sam for a while. You dated Captain America—both of them. They’re the fucking epitome of confidence and virility. Peter can’t fuck this up now because he’s too shy. 
“No, no. It’s okay. I’m asking if I can uh eat you out.” Apart from the little stutter, that sounded okay. 
You turn on your bedside lamp, possibly seeing the insecurity in Peter’s eyes now. He braces himself for the rejection, or maybe even a laugh from you at the thought that you’d actually go for Peter.
“You sure?” You ask simply, a smirk on your face. Peter nods and gets up, heart racing, watching you as you pull your panties down your legs and throw them across the room somewhere.
“Are you sure?” He asks absentmindedly, mesmerised by the sight of your glistening pussy.
You press your thighs together, obstructing Peter’s view of what’s between them, “Yeah. Are you sleepwalking right now or something?”
“No, I’ve just uh. Never done this before?” He’s unsure if he should tell you that.
“Never?”
He shakes his head and your smile widens, “This is going to be fun. Come here.” You pull him onto the bed and spread your thighs to make room for Peter.
He leans in and is met with the smell of your arousal. He breathes you in, already weak in the knees as he leans his forehead against the hair above your pussy, burying his face in you.
You smell like heaven. 
You let him enjoy you for a few moments, watching him as he tastes you for the first time. He hums as soon as his tongue is on your pussy, overwhelmed by how wet you already are and at the same time wanting to drown in you. 
Peter looks up at you and sees you distractedly biting your fingertip between your teeth. You sit up and push your finger into his mouth instead, then two, and he eagerly sucks them.
You bite your lip while you watch him for a while, and he takes your fingers as deep into his mouth as he can. “Mhmm, so good for me. C’mere,” you retract your hand and put it behind his neck to pull him close to you. You push your tongue into his mouth and it’s overpowering in the best way possible. 
Peter waits a second to kiss you back, trying to properly make himself realise that he’s actually kissing you. He takes your face between his hands and you two kiss for what feels like hours, and they’re the best hours of Peter’s life. 
When you pull away, Peter realises you were only kissing for a few seconds. You wipe the spit away from the side of your mouth and scoot back a bit, smiling before you lie down on your propped up pillows. 
He has to take in your beautiful, grinning face - grinning because you kissed Peter, before he can focus on your pussy again. 
You put a hand in Peter’s hair as you lazily smile down at him. You’re getting tired — Peter is too, it's late and the exhaustion seems to be finally getting to you two — so he can’t bore you now. He doesn’t want you falling asleep while he‘s supposed to be making a good first impression eating you out. 
He swallows as he lies down between your legs, spreading your lips with his thumbs to see you clenching around nothing. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” he whispers, slowly licking your pussy from the bottom to the top a few times. 
He flattens his tongue against your skin as he hums at your taste, “You’re so fucking pretty.” He closes his eyes to further revel in the heaven that he’s currently in until he feels a slight tug at his hair. 
He looks up to find your gaze on him, and you’re smiling. 
“What?” He asks, “Am I- am I doing something wrong?”
You shake your head, lightly scratching Peter’s scalp — that’s all you could do for the rest of Peter’s life and he’d be happy. “Not at all, I just don’t think anyone I’ve ever been with has been that in love with my pussy.”
He looks down as he strokes your inner thigh with his thumb, “Is uh… is that a bad thing?”
“No,” you say, “It’s the best thing. Stop worrying and make me cum now.” It sounds like an order at first but Peter sees your soft smile as you close your eyes and lie your head back, trusting Peter to make you feel good. And you know he wants this just as much as you. 
He smiles, getting another look at your pussy before he starts; he’s imagined this so many times.
Peter starts by kissing you right on your clit a few times, he sees it as foreplay before he dives in with his tongue but somehow he just keeps doing it. 
It’s like he’s making out with your pussy, adding his tongue and sucking your clit a few times, your tiny moans turning him on as he starts grinding against the mattress. You’ve pulled your shirt up over your chest, cupping one of your tits and rubbing your nipple with a wet fingertip.
Peter enjoys every second as he drinks from your pussy, making out with it. Your juices and Peter’s spit are everywhere and he instinctively starts to move faster when he notices your body tensing up more and more.
“Fuck Peter I’m gonna–”
It’s addicting how you cum on Peter’s face, one of your hands in his hair, pulling his head to wherever you need it most as you push his face between your thighs, rubbing his tongue against your clit until you’re finished and the wet sound it creates is obscene. 
You let go of his hair and your body goes slack as your breathing evens out again. “No way you haven’t done that before,” you lift your head to smile at him and pull your shirt back down your torso.
He smiles at you, not commenting but taking the compliment.
You keep eye contact for a few seconds and sit up. He thinks you’re about to kiss him again but you look away at the last second, “Peter, I’m way too tired to return the favour but that felt really good.”
“Oh, no it’s okay. Don’t worry.”
“Okay.. Goodnight,” you kiss his cheek after all, lying back down and two seconds later you seem to be out like a light.
He’s kind of glad that you don’t return the favour. He’s so close to an orgasm already after eating you out that he’d cum really fast and he doesn’t want you thinking he can only last two seconds. And, if there is anything after tonight, he wants his first time with you where he gets involved too to be more special – not with you two half asleep. Not that he‘s complaining about what just happened, he never would, not in a million years. 
He goes to the bathroom to take care of himself, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock as soon he closes the door and leans his back against it. He closes his eyes and thinks back to the image of your pussy that he memorised perfectly; he jerks off to the mental picture of how your face looked when Peter made you cum.
He clenches his jaw to stop himself from moaning when he gets close, precum all over his fingers. He cums into the palm of his hand and cleans up quickly, tired by now.
You’re lying on the edge of your bed and he wonders if you left room for him on purpose. He couldn’t take you rejecting him now but something tells him to try; you’re not breathing deeply enough to be completely gone yet.
Peter slowly lowers himself onto your mattress as not to scare you, ready to get off if you push him away or show no reaction because you’re too fast asleep to notice him.
You reach for Peter’s wrist immediately, pulling his arm over yourself, scooting over so his chest is flush against your back. You make a little noise of contentment once you’ve completely snuggled up to Peter.
He falls asleep with a big smile on his face.
You both sleep in until you get up to go shower and Peter gets a call that you’ll both be picked up to go home soon. He nearly forgot about this trip and that him going down on you wasn’t the most important part of it – well, at least objectively it wasn‘t.
He stretches after he sits up and begins packing the few items he had with him on the mission. He freezes when he sees your panties on the sofa; you must have thrown them there last night.
He picks them up and brings them to his face out of instinct, trying to relive last night. The smell of your arousal is still on your underwear and he greedily inhales it, cock already stirring in his pants. He shoves the material into his pocket when he hears you coming out of the bathroom.
You just have a towel around you that drop without second thought when you stand in front of the bed, gathering your clothes. Peter gulps; your bedside lamp wasn’t the brightest last night and you’ve certainly never changed in front of him before. 
Does that mean it’s not a one time thing? You didn’t say much to him in the morning but you didn’t ask him to get off of you either - he held you in his arms the entire night.
You lean over the bed, touching all over it as you look for something. “Have you seen my underwear? I don’t know where I threw it last night.”
Peter shakes his head with his lips pressed together.
“It’s not like I could have worn it again anyway, but I didn’t bring another pair,” you pick your towel up again, loosely wrapping it around yourself.
You check your phone and turn towards Peter, “Actually.. we still have twenty minutes,” you let go of your towel again and Peter watches it pool at your feet. He takes in your whole body, and hears you say “So, about last night.. Can I return the favour now?”
You say it with a smile plastered on your face that lets Peter know he’s not the only one who feels the sexual attraction. By the time you walk over to him, Peter watching your tits bounce with every step, he’s completely hard and he hasn‘t stopped nodding at your question, squeaking out a yes. 
You pull down his shorts and get on your knees between Peter’s legs.
“Then sit back and relax.”
You lick your lips as your eyes go over Peter’s hard dick. Your eyes are excited as you look up at him, making Peter’s heart skip a beat.
“Here,” you order as you hold your opened palm in front of Peter’s mouth and he leans forward, not sure what you want from him.
“Spit?” He asks, and you nod with a smile so he spits into your hand. You use it to coat his entire dick, and you start to jerk him off, slowly. You smirk at him, watching him squirm as you tease him.
You lower your head, tongue sticking out, only an inch or two away from Peter’s dick, “Wait,” you stop. Peter nearly whines but manages to stop himself. Your facial expression has changed into something indecipherable.
“Peter, I.. I really like you. After spending so much time together, you really mean a lot to me and I don’t want to do this if it’s just a one time thing to you.”
Peter can’t believe what he’s hearing. He’s distracted at first because your hand is still wrapped around him but you drop your hand to rest on your thigh when you see his eyes going down to his lap.
He doesn’t know how he even manages to talk with so much joy filling up his entire body, but somehow it works, “I don’t want it to be a one time thing either. I’ve liked you since I’ve known you,” he tells you, a smile taking over his whole face.
Your grin is as wide as his as you sit up and pull him closer to you by his shirt, kissing him as he lifts you onto his lap. You kiss until you’re out of breath, not wanting to let go of each other.
“We need to make you cum before they pick us up, but we can make out all you want after,” you climb off his lap and sit back between his legs. “Okay,” he breathes, not sure if having your mouth on his lips or on his dick is going to feel better. He probably loves both.
Neither of you has stopped smiling and Peter can’t look at you for too long, the happiness is too intense to believe, it’s making his cheeks hurt.
He holds one of your hands, both of you smiling like crazy, and you take him into your mouth, warm and wet pleasure enveloping him. He licks your palm this time as you hold it in front of his mouth, using your hand to focus on his balls.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Peter whispers as you maintain eye contact while his cock disappears in your mouth, your tongue on his sensitive vein, and it makes Peter moan louder than he expected.
You hum against his skin, lips wrapped around the head of his cock, wet and sensitive. Your hand speeds up around the length of him as your lips stay spread around the tip, taking only a bit of him, but it’s more than enough to make pleasure bubble up in his whole body.
“Oh my god, I need to, fuck I’m gonna–” he tries to warn you but you want him to cum in your mouth, jerking him off so his cum lands on your tongue, white splatters of him coating it and he moans at the mere sight of it as his orgasm pulses through him.
You swallow and take him into your mouth once more to make sure you get every last drop of him, and he can’t believe the’s going to be experiencing this regularly from now on, not to mention how he can repeat what he did last night, over and over and over. 
But what he’s even more excited about is that he gets to kiss you, hold you close, and know that you like him the same way he likes you. You pull his shorts back up and he lifts you immediately, peppering your face with kisses, your wonderful laugh blessing his ears.
When he tries to put his feelings into words though, it’s not as easy as he feels it in his heart, “I’m so… I…” he sighs; he was able to tell you how much he likes you only a few minutes ago and he doesn’t intend to leave it at that.
“It’s okay,” you put a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes as if he’s the only thing that matters, “Me too.”
Peter’s phone rings with a call telling him that you can go outside now to be taken back home. 
Before you get up, you share a look that says more than words can. You can’t wait to see what the future holds for you two, simply happy that you get to be with each other.
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kumezyzo · 5 months
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p2 of the enemies to lovers pls!!
very fun pt.2 to thissss.... i rambled about their minecraft world cause its kinda cute and builds on their relationship a bit.
i know someone else asked for pt.2 but i could only find this one. so, im sorry it took soooo long to write.
i really hope you enjoy! or dont... :)    m.list
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having to share a minecraft house with sapnap made you realize what kind of person he actually was. he was just a six year old in a 22 year old body.
"I want my bed over hereeeeee," he whined, picking it up and moving it to the other side of the room.
it just so happened that one of the next requests from your viewers was to have your beds next to eachother. you two debated pretending like you never saw it, but the next day, it was the top comment on both of your perspectives.
or (when you first started your world)
"what colour do you want your boots?" he asked you as he died his own leather boots orange. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion for a second, looking at your camera strangley.
"what do you mean?" you asked, crafting another pickaxe.
"your leather boots?" he asked, pausing to wait for your answer. "fuck it, youre getting the plain brown."
"okay?"
but you also started to realise how much differently he truly was from when you met him.
"yn, i have a suprise for you," he announced, smiling as he grabbed the item out of his chest. "where are you?"
"chest room," you replied, completely expecting to get thrown dirt or some garbage he didnt want in his inventory.
"close your eyes," he instructed.
"no,"
"okay whatever," he sighed and threw you a notch apple. you silently let your character pick it up before you opened your inventory in disbelief.
"where did you get this?" you asked him, reading the item title over and over.
"in the desert temple," he told you simply, waiting for a 'thank you'.
you were silent for a moment, "youre telling me.... you've had this... for 15 EPISODES???"
and you two started having normal conversations. texting stopped being you two asking for face cam perspectives or gameplay. you actually started forming inside jokes, laughing with eachother instead of at the expense of eachother.
your viewers started to notice as well. you two weren't in a visibly bad mood around eachother anymore. it was refreshing. in the later videos of your series together, you're smiling through half of it, laughing together, and talking kindly to eachother.
people even started making edits of your relationship. it would be of your first interaction, swearing at each other, then fading into your side by side face cams laughing and celebrating over beating the wither.
the friends in your circle started teasing you about how your life was becoming a little fanfiction. every time you would be streaming irl, you would happen to get a text from someone that made you smile at your phone.
"oooh, yn, who are you texting?" your friend teased, seeing you type on your phone excitedly. you look up at the camera and ignore your friend, finishing the text you were sending.
"does it start with s and rhyme with snap map?" your other friend teases.
"shut the fuck up," you roll your eyes, trying to hide your smile.
when dream and george saw the clip, they were hanging out with sapnap. and a similar situation occurred with them
"was this you?" george asked, giggling. the man in question looked up from his phone and watched the clip silently. the smile on your face was contagious. and he hoped it really was him that made you react like that.
"wait, let me see," dream said, pulling georges wrist toward him to see the phone. "looks like she might be dating someone."
"yeah... definitely not me..."
then you both realized you had feelings for each other. it was a harsh realization. but it was one that made you like imagining you two together. for sap, he knew it was coming. he just knew you would never be able to leave his mind. if a childlike crush didn't manifest from it, he would have known something was wrong with him.
sap started getting the feeling that you liked him too. he can't see all those clips and edits and think you didn't like him too. but he was afraid to shoot his shot, just in case you didn't feel that strongly yet.
"hey, what do you think about coming down to florida?" he asked you when you two were on a discord call and fixing up some building in your minecraft world.
"like... to visit you?" you asked, feeling excited by the invitation.
"well- i mean- if you want," he tried to sound nonchalant, but his stammering gave it away.
"if you really want me to... im sure the viewers would really like that, too..."
when he goes to pick you up from the airport, dream comes with him. and the entire drive there, he's considering hugging you or just shaking your hand.
"do i hug her?"
"yeah, if you think you're that close now."
"i dont know if she thinks so."
"I'll hug her first, and then you hug her?"
"what if i just shake her hand?"
the silence that fell over them was sickening. dream turned to sap slowly and laughed.
"dont fucking do that, dude."
and he hugged you after dream did. it was warm, and it gave you both such intense butterflies. it was a hug that you also never really thought would happen. you thought back to the first time you met im person when you refused to even look at him, let alone stand next to him.
dream thought it was adorable, seeing you guys laugh on the way back to their house. he happily sat in the backseat and let you two interact.
he took a picture of your backlit figures in the front seat, neither of your features visible. he thinks about not posting it for half a second before he puts it up on snapchat with "👀👀" as the caption.
everyone slowly lost their minds trying to figure out who they were looking at. most people assumed it was you with sap. he's not hard to miss. but it was even more shocking that you'd be there. so others assumed it was his secret girlfriend.
you two honestly didn't mind that dream posted the picture. it was fun when you two posted a dumb video announcing that you were in florida. it started with small subtle hints.
the first video started with you laying on their couch and patches laying on your chest.
"she's purring!" you coo softly, feeling your heart meltm
then it was of you talking about absolutely nothing while you walked around the parts of the house people had seen before.
"british people are so weird, you know? like, i was talking to one today. and he was just shitting on americans. but he lives here. so i obviously had to fist fight him. i won, obviously. and stole his sock to give to a house elf."
the last video was of sapnap finding you in his office, using his pc to play snake.
"i think george is in my office again," he said from behind the camera. he opened the door and stopped in his tracks when he saw you with a concentrated look on your face. "HEY!" the video cut with you looking up in pure fear.
all of those videos were posted to your account hours apart from each other, and your views felt like it was a slow coordinated attack to make them slowly go insane. with the first video, people were sure if it was patches. the second video made them believe it more so and they started going crazy. then the last video was the icing on the cake. it was filmed on your phone and posted to your accounts.
then, you had to stream together. and that was the definition of chaos.
"yn, move over."
"no?"
"youre sleeping outside then."
"what the fuck-"
'what's one thing you guys like about each other?' a donation read out.
you two sat there for a second, thinking. "hes..." you grimaced, trying to think of something
"she... is funny?" he said painfully.
"wait, i am funny," you said defensively.
"its pure crickets when you speak."
"okay-"
"wait, im you now," you said, laughing as you put on his headphones.
"you look nothing like me," he said, deadpanned.
"oh wait," you took them off again and ran out of the room. sap sat there completely confused before you came back in wearing his beige killua hoodie. then you put the headphones back on.
"you still dont-"
"what the fuck is this music?" you ask in complete horror from the sound coming from his headphones.
"is there something playing?" he asked, clicking his mouse around to find his spotify window.
"oh my god, is this cbat?"
"no, shut the fuck up, sage"
'i thought your name was actually sage?'
you both sat there in silence before laughing loudly.
"no he was just an ass."
"and you were just a bitch."
all you have to know is that a lot of edits and ship content came from that stream. and the future streams you did with the other two. and people loved that you were hanging out with the dream team now.
the longer you spent time together in person, the more you just wanted to be around each other he remembered being afraid to hug you, but now you were sitting next to each other on the couch watching movies alone.
it was a strange dynamic neither of you chose to acknowledge purely out of fear. but then it was hard not want to cuddle during movies or occasionally hold hands if you're walking together. so sap works up the courage to finally do something about it.
you're both once again, sitting in his room, on his bed, watching some random movie you found on hulu. you're resting your head on his shoulder, only really paying attention to how he's so close to you.
you look over when he sighs heavily. he looks down at you and, without thinking, leans down to kiss you. you sigh softly, feeling your heart soar. your reaction is almost immediate, and it gives sap the incentive to keep going.
when you pull away, you're looking at eachother with droopy eyes. your heavy breath hitting eachothers faces.
"i really like you, yn" he whispers quietly between breaths, looking down at your lips briefly.
you smirk, trying to catch your breath as well. "really?" you say before you lean back in, placing your lips on his.
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i feel like there wasn't enough building onto them liking each other, but whatever. -nony
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Can i req hunting dogs with s/o that talks too much?
yes ofc!! i don’t talk too much irl bc im rather quiet, so im sorry if this comes off as incorrect in a way. i’m also not all that familiar with teruko and fukuchis character, so i hope you don’t mind me only writing for jouno and tecchou. in order to make it up to you i threw in a scenario for each of them. thank you for requesting!
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With a S/o That Talks Too Much; Saigiku Jouno and Suehiro Tecchou
Format: Headcanons and scenarios
Possible warnings: Jouno being Jouno
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Saigiku Jouno
When he first met you, he immediately wanted to walk away and go enter a different room. Your constant talking made his head and ears hurt, and he absolutely disliked it. Though, he wouldn’t say he absolutely hated you since some of the things you were saying was useful.
Over time he started to grow used to your constant talking. In fact, strangely enough, he felt some comfort in it. If he didn’t hear you talking his ear off, then he would know that something was wrong. In a way it was his telltale sign to ask you about your day.
Once your relationship grew, he’d start to enjoy your tendencies to talk a lot. Sometimes he’d purposely egg you on to talk even more than you already have. Of course he’d make remarks about how you were hurting his ears, but you knew that it was all bark and no bite.
He may act like he dislikes it, but it’s a lie. The two of you both know that.
After a long day he’d come home and listen to you talk. Knowing that you were alive and healthy helped him calm down after a long day. Despite how he may act, he still really does truly care for you.
If he ever was mad or annoyed though, he wouldn’t say anything mean to you surprisingly. He’d only become eerily quiet and most likely shut you up with a kiss.
Sometimes your talking would put him to sleep. Like I have mentioned, he finds some comfort in your voice.
Scenario…
Jouno had just entered your shared apartment with a sigh. He kicked off his boots, then took off his hat. He then felt around for the coatrack. After a moment he eventually found it and put his hat on it gently. After his hat his cape followed suit, desperately trying to get it off as soon as possible. He just wanted to be with you and wind down after a long day, but being in something as uncomfortable as that article of clothing would prevent him from doing so.
He knew that you were there despite it being eerily silent. Jouno could hear your heartbeat and your slow breathing from a mile away. From the way your body sounded, it seemed like you were just waking up from a nap. The sound of the front door opening and closing must have woken you up.
Jouno wasn’t going to apologize for waking you up though. He’d never do that.
He walked into your bedroom, and you were already on your phone despite just waking up. Jouno then cleared his throat, attempting to make his presence known to you.
You looked up at where the noise was coming from, then softly smiled. You then got off of your bed and walked up to him.
“Welcome home, love! How was work today? Are you doing alright? You seem tired…”
Jouno sighed then quickly walked past you. He then got himself situated on your shared bed then patted the area next to him.
You got the message then sat down next to him. “Is everything alright? You’re more quiet than usual. Oh! Did Tecchou piss you off again today? Is that it?”
“You don’t even know,” he said as he shook his head. “How are you doing? You seem more lively than usual.”
“Oh! I’m alright. Nothing noteworthy happened today. I just got some groceries, I did the laundry because I know how you hate when I do it when you’re present, I cleaned up the house, and I also took a nap. That’s all.”
He let out a soft hum as he laid back onto the bed. “Are you sure? Your heart rate was accelerating while you were on your phone.”
“Well, I was looking at these cat videos. One of them had the cat dressed up as a black and white clown. Another had a cat meowing really loudly over some food that they wanted to eat. It was just adorable! Hey I know, can we get a cat?” You rambled on.
“No. Their constant noises would hurt my ears.”
“But yet you allow me to ramble…”
Jouno groaned. “You’re insufferable.”
“Y’know you love me.”
“Do I really?”
“Saigiku!”
He only smirked as he faced in your direction. “You make it really hard sometimes with your constant talking, my dear.”
“But yet you enable it,” you rebutted.
He pinched the side of your torso. “I do indeed, my dear. I absolutely love it—almost as much as I love you.”
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Suehiro Tecchou
When he first met you, he remained indifferent about how you would talk a lot. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t not like it. He just never really formed an opinion on it because sometimes he’d zone out. But even with his zoning out, for some reason he’d always remember a summary of what you said.
If the two of you were ever sent on a mission together, he’d like to listen to your voice so he wouldn’t get bored. If the mission was one set late at night, he’d listen to you talk so he could force himself to stay awake. He wanted to listen to what you have to say, so in a way your talking was like a makeshift caffeinated drink.
When the two of you entered a relationship, he wouldn’t zone out as much and he’d start to listen to you wholeheartedly. He would give you his undivided attention and give you brief responses when you take a breath of air.
As time went on, he grew to look forward to you talking to him. He liked it because more often than not you’d carry the conversation, and that just fit well with his personality considering that he doesn’t talk all that often.
Sometimes after a long day he’d wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his head into your shoulder. He’d then ask you to talk about your day so he can fall asleep to your voice.
In all, he’d love you for this habit of yours.
Scenario…
You and your boyfriend were on your couch cuddling. Tecchou had his arms gently wrapped around your waist and he had his head resting on your chest. He didn’t dare move—he was too comfortable to do that. The only time he moved was when your chest steadily rose and fell with his head on top of it. You could tell he was comfortable just by the look on his face. He was content.
You were running your fingers through his hair, slowly combing out any small knots you may have came across. You doing this seemed to further relax your boyfriend, so you kept on repeating your actions with content. Eventually he let out a small sigh, then looked up at you.
“How was your day?” He asked, rather curious.
You smiled down at him. “It was actually really good! I managed to turn in my papers on time alongside making you your lunch for tomorrow! I made sure to make you strawberry shortcake with cherry tomatoes and paprika, just how you like it. I also made you a sandwich. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
“That sounds good,” he hummed. “How was that book that you were reading?”
“Hm… It’s actually really good! Although it is a bit sad as well. I haven’t read a book like this in a long time. The last time I’ve read a book like this might’ve been back when I was still in school. That’s how long ago it was.”
Tecchou slowly nodded. “I see.”
“Mhm! It’s been a while. Anyways, how was your day? You seem more tired than usual. Did a criminal give you any hassle? Did you catch them?”
“No, nothing like that happened,” he spoke softly. He then let out a small sigh. “I’m just happy to be here with you.”
You shifted your attention down to him once more. “I can say the same, love. You’re absolutely adorable like this. I could just hold you like this forever.”
You brought one of your hands down from his hair down to his back. You then started to rub slow circles, trying to further relax your lover. You could tell that the reason he gave wasn’t the only reason why he was like this, but you decided not to pry. He would tell you if he really wanted too.
“I’m alright with that,” Tecchou simply stated.
“Then let’s do that! Hm, would you like me to grab some blankets so we can stay warm? How about some snacks? Or what about some pillows? Maybe a drink as well?”
“No, it’s alright. ’M fine like this.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind. I want you to be comfortable.”
“Im already comfortable.”
You looked down at him skeptically. “If you say so.”
You brought down your other hand from his hair then wrapped your arms around his waist, much like he was doing with yours. You then gave him a gentle squeeze, then gave him a light kiss on the markings by his eye.
Tecchou lazily looked up at you, a small smile adorning his face. “Thank you for the offer though. I love you.”
“I love you too, Suehiro.”
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