Take It Like A Puppy (M)

overhear ; Kim Namjoon

pairing: kim namjoon x female reader

words: 1,470

genre: angst, fluff??

summary: you accidentally hear namjoon call you clingy.

a/n: i missed writing again. yooo im so mad bec i had to write this twice bec my laptop suddenly shut down, its so annoying bec i liked the first version better :<

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You pushed open the front door to the boys’ apartment. Hoping to visit your boyfriend, Namjoon, who you haven’t seen in about a week. Voices echoed throughout the house, confirming that the boys were indeed home. You clutched the bags of food in your hands, figuring that they were probably hungry so you bought some on your way here. As you neared the living room, where they were all staying, you heard Namjoon’s voice. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop but his voice was booming loud.

“I’m so sick and tired of her!” Namjoon’s voice yelled out, making you halt and frown. “I can’t go through an hour without Y/N spamming me with texts and calls. She uses my clothes all the time as if she doesn’t have her own. It’s starting to annoy me,” You almost dropped the bags you were holding but you stopped yourself before anyone would notice you were standing just outside of the room they are in, “I just want my own space and time but she’s just so clingy. I wished she would just stop.” You heard him mumble the last part. Your eyes brimmed up with tears upon hearing his statement. You had no idea he felt this way.

You heard enough so you decided to creep into the kitchen and leave the food atop of the counter, leaving a small note saying to enjoy the meal. You left the dorm without further notice.

You made your way home, shutting yourself into your bedroom before letting your held back tears fall down. You had no idea Namjoon felt this way about your affection. You thought back about the days where you would question him how he was doing or if he was getting enough sleep and rest. You grabbed your phone, deciding to read all the texts you’ve been sending for the past week. Frowning, finally seeing why he called you clingy. You sighed, calming down, deciding to switch things up.

You stood up, heading to your closet, removing all of Namjoon’s article of clothing from your cabinet. Folding each and one neatly before returning it back to his closet. You tucked your phone away, not wanting to be tempted to message him once more today.

Namjoon came home later that night, dead tired from all the practicing he was required to do. The house was quiet and dark which was very unusual but he decided to shrug it off, thinking that maybe you were in the shower or sleeping. He silently made his way towards your shared bedroom, in case you were indeed sleeping, he didn’t want to bother you. Pushing the door open to the bedroom he saw your figured hunched up at your side of  the bed completely. Scared that you would almost fall off if you moved one inch, he dropped his bag on the floor before approaching your frame. Namjoon wrapped his arms around your body, fixating you so that you would be able to get proper slumber by having a better posture. His actions caused you to jerk awake, eyes fluttering open.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled, letting out a small yawn. Namjoon smiled at your sleepy state, pressing a light kiss on top of your head.

“You were almost falling, baby.” He informed you, letting go of your body to change his clothes into much comfortable ones. As he opened his closet, he saw how his clothes were neatly folded and piled upon each other, he thought of it as you just clearing out his clothing so he let it go. Once Namjoon was done preparing for bed, he saw you trying to fumble away from his side of the bed which made him confused so he walked towards the bed, sliding in. Expecting for you to climb in his arms, but you didn’t which was odd. “Are you okay?” He asked, worriedly.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said so quietly that he almost didn’t catch it. Namjoon once again shrugged it off, grabbing onto you before pulling you close to his chest. His movements made you let out a tiny yelp at the suddenness. His words earlier once again echoed through your mind, “Uh, Joon, can you let me go? I-it’s too hot for me.” You excused.

“What?” Namjoon frowned at your words.

“Please.” You whispered, trying not to be too loud because you knew he had a tiring day. He listened to your command, letting you go of his arms. Once he did, you moved further away from him, clutching your pillow instead, “Goodnight.” Your back facing him.

Namjoon didn’t reply, instead he watched as your back greeted him instead of seeing your lovely face like always.

A week has gone by and you were astounded with how well you were on being less clingy. You had work almost everyday so it helped on being a distraction. Sending Namjoon a simple ‘good morning’ text when you saw that he left for work in the morning. Greeting him with a kiss on the cheek when he arrived home and preparing a small meal for him to consume before disappearing into the bedroom to give him enough space and time for himself.

Namjoon was starting to notice the sudden change of your behavior. He sometimes caught himself staring at his phone, waiting for your affectionate texts as usual. Staring at the studio door, hoping for you to walk right in. His expectations got his hopes up and only to be left disappointed when you weren’t appearing. Once Namjoon arrives home at your apartment, he expected for you to bounce right at him to engulf him with a hug and pamper him with kisses like how you usually do, but instead he was greeted by silence and cold air.

“Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” Namjoon finally piped out once you left a meal on the table and was about to head out, to leave him alone again. You froze on your spot, thinking of the right words to say.

You let out a small laugh, back still facing him, “Of course not.” You shrugged before continuing to walk once again but you were pulled back by his hand on your arm making you jump at the sudden contact.

“Stop that.” You studied his face, noticing how he had a stressed look plastered on.

“Stop what?” You questioned.

“Stop leaving me alone!” Namjoon’s hands went up to his hair, gripping on it lightly. “I miss you so much and I know something has changed. You barely speak to me anymore, you don’t cuddle with me when we’re about to sleep. You don’t even tell me you love me anymore.” He mumbled the last part, arms falling down to reach for you, encasing you with his arms. “Please tell me what I did wrong, Y/N. I want to fix everything.”

Tears started forming in your eyes at his words, “I-I overheard you telling the boys how clingy and annoying I was,” You started, “so I decided that maybe I should lessen my affection so I could give you the space you needed.” You felt a tear slip down your face. “I, uh, also stopped wearing your clothes as you were complaining that I wore them all the time.” You let out a shaky breathe, “I’m sorry if I smothered you too much.”

“No! No no no.” Namjoon lets out rapidly, “That was so fucking stupid of me to say. I was so stressed and I know that shouldn’t be an excuse for me to speak of you that way. I’m so sorry Y/N.” His hands reached up to caress your back softly. “I love your constant affection, it makes me feel so special and loved. I love seeing you pass by the studio just to make sure we all have proper meals, and I absolutely love seeing you wearing my clothes, you look adorable in them. Please don’t take my words from that day so seriously. I’m sorry I hurt you, my queen, I promise to never hurt your feelings ever again. I love you so fucking much.”

You both agreed to head to bed after the small talk you had. As you were getting ready, Namjoon handed you his hoodie that had his all familiar scent on it, “Wear it, you look lovely.” Was all he said before he returned the bathroom to do his nightly routine. You did what he told you to, slipping the hoodie on your body before climbing into the bed.

Namjoon shortly slipped beside you and you let him hold you in his arms once again, “I missed this, I missed you.” You heard him mutter quietly.

“I missed you too.” You admitted, snuggling closer to him. “I love you, Joonie.”

“I love you so much more than you imagine, Y/N.”

My Sinner

Priest!hongjoong x female reader

I know this is not a very “Preist” picture, but I…… don’t have a reason🤪

Also bare with me, I know nothing about churches or preist:(

⚠️Warnings: spanking, dirty talking, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, sinful things🖐😌, cum eating, degradation

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anakin breeding kink anakin breeding kink anakin breeding kink I want TWINS with this man. please… elaborate on this kink with him… please…

Anakin x afab!reader | Smut | Minors DNI

Warnings — BREEDING (obv, duh), soft dom Anakin, bit ordering you around, DADDY KINK, praise, pet names, explicit mentions of body fluids (goes without saying), brief nipple play, brief biting, clit play...

Word count — 2813

Notes — It's almost 4AM as I am finishing this. I'm pretty sure I'm lacking some warnings, and my editing is probably off, but I really wanted to post today. Thanks to my lovely mutual for requesting this; I loved writing it, and I hope it will be a nice read, XO.

There were a thousand thoughts in your head, running in circles and screaming what a miserable human you are for not being able to fight your primal urges, and they were all replaced by imagines of Anakin’s hands gripping your hips and stuffing you full of his cum. You could almost feel it in you; you could feel it setting into your ovum and dripping down your thighs, taking over every last piece of your identity and self-awareness. Your body wanted it. It was demanding it.

"What's the stare, love?" Anakin raised his head from a book, catching your eyes from across the room. His raspy voice and intense stare instantly snapped you out of your trance.

"N-nothing." You managed to stutter while trying to find a spot in your bedroom to focus on instead of his face or exposed forearm peeking from his rolled-up sleeve. Fuck.

He's got you.

Anakin let out a soft sigh, followed by a laugh. He slowly put the book aside and uncrossed his legs, staring at you. "Come here." He gestured with a swift movement of his hand.

If it was any other moon phase, you would have put on a show. You would have thrown a snarky comment at him, mocked his authority over you, or just ignored his commands, but since your clothes were almost evaporating from his gaze, you did not refuse.

"You're listening." A bit surprised, he smiled widely after seeing you slide out of the sheets and walk towards him. "Good."

He leaned forward, grabbing your hips as you stood before him and looked up at you with a little hint of amusement in his eyes. "I can smell it on you." He nudged his nose into your abdomen and took a deep breath.

You were about to protest when he turned you around and seated you on his lap, making your back rest against his chest. He leanedand kissed your neck softly. "You're wet."

He forced your legs open by making them rest on his outer thighs and spreading himself, dragging your limbs together in the process.

"I'm- " He was right, and you hated it, but you couldn't disagree when you felt his hand slip under the waistline of your pants and slide over your panties, rubbing the very core with his middle and index fingers.

Anakin let out a deep chuckle. "Oh, sweetheart, you're not wet... You're soaking."

With his free hand, he brushed your hair off your shoulder, softly scratching you with his metal fingers. He pressed his lips onto your now exposed skin.

"I could just slide right into your little pussy and you wouldn't feel a stretch..." Anakin whispered against your back, sending shivers down your spine.

His fingers continued softly rubbing over your panties and you could feel your core pulsing with anticipation. You make an unfortunate attempt to shut your legs close when he brushes over a sensitive spot, which makes Anakin chuckle.

"I know, baby, it's aching, isn't it? It's aching for me." Anakin gave your clothed core a gentle slap, making you gasp softly. "Tell Daddy what you need."

"I n-need you to..." You keep stuttering when his palm keeps fondling your wet folds slowly. "...Fill me up..."

You blurt out like a dog in heat, unable to contain its urges. Before you could say something else, Anakin froze. His hand stopped moving, his lips parted with your skin, and the only active sensation you could feel is his warm breath on the back of your neck. "You...What?"

"I-I..." Your face flushed deep pink when you sober up from the fantasy of your womb swelling with his seed. The shame you feel after making such a lewd request is almost unbearable.

Anakin grabbed your hips and, with a sharp movement, turned you around to face him. "Say that again."

His hands gripped your sides harshly, pressing your cunt onto his growing dick, which only made you stumble over your words more. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes. "I said, repeat yourself."

You stared into his orbs; his gaze is intense, demanding in silence and forcing words out of your mouth. "Fill me...up..."

That was all Anakin needed to hear. His lips pressed onto yours, wasting no time and pushing his tongue inside your mouth like a starved man. His spit smeared over your lips from how messily he was devouring you. You could feel a pair of hands roaming all over your body, gripping your thighs and butt, pulling you closer by the waist to grind his hardening cock onto your pussy.

"Is that what you desire?" He whispered in between kissing you. "Want me to breed you? Fill your pretty hole with my cum until you're leaking?"

"Yes, Ani..." You manage to breathe out. His tongue was good at so many things, his filthy mouth and your fantasies coming together was a bliss. Especially when his greedy hands gripped your curves so eagerly, ready to grant you all of your wishes.

Anakin lifted you up, carrying you back into the soft sheets. "My love, my beautiful girl..." He kept whispering into your ear while planting kisses all over your neck. As soon as your back pressed into the mattress, his hips bucked into yours, grinding his proud cock and earning an erotic moan from you.

His hands left your curves only to tear your pants down your legs, taking the messed panties together and throwing the mess of clothing across the room. "I'm going to breed that tight little cunt." He grunted while pushing his pants down and freeing his throbbing cock, which he instantly pressed onto your twitching clit.

"Look at that..." He slapped his length over your folds a few times, smearing your lewd wetness on himself. "I'll fucking ruin you..."

"A-Ani..."

Anakin wasn't going to take your shit today, not when he knew your womb was ready to host his seed. He leaned back on top of you and pressed his hand against your mouth.

"You are going to be a good girl and let daddy fuck a baby in you, is that clear?"

Did you want to be a brat about it? Yes. Could you? Well, with his body on top of you and with his dick an inch away from your slippery hole, promising to fulfill your fantasy... Not really. So you nod.

"That's my girl." Anakin pressed a tender kiss on your forehead. His hand moved from your mouth to your cheek, caressing it softly. "My perfect girl." Then he kissed you. Softly, not forcing himself onto you, allowing it to linger. An action completely opposite of his demeanor.

It wasn’t long before your blouse was being sent across the room, his pants following right after. You gripped onto Anakin’s robes, pulling onto them and exposing his chest. He pulls out his arms from the sleeves and snakes them around you once again, firmly caressing your hips and stomach, obviously thinking about how perfect your body is to bear his children.

You wrap your arms around his back, digging your fingers into toned flesh as he teases your entrance with his slick tip. There is a visible grin on his face. To ease your suffering at least a bit, you go for a kiss. Another messy wet kiss with teeth clashing against each other and tongues moving in a messy sync, that only made sense to him and you. When Anakin pulls his lips away, you can’t help but pant after realizing how much oxygen he’s stolen from you.

“Come on, baby, spread your legs more. Let Daddy in.” Anakin is panting too. His hands are trembling in anticipation after finally being this close to ravishing your body raw.

And when he asks like that, how can you deny him? Your legs wrapped around his hips, which brought you even closer to him. His presence made your head spin; you are holding onto him as if he were the anchor to your physical body, as if your soul would cease to exist if your fingers weren’t touching him so so feverishly. You were kerosene, and his touch — a flame.

Your eagerness only made Anakin more famished for your body. He kept grinding himself onto you while his teeth repeatedly grazed into your neck, making sure to mark you as his outside your body before imprinting himself in your insides. You hated the fact that he was still attempting to tease you, which, despite how annoyed you were, still made you overflow with wetness.

“Fuck, baby, need to be inside you…” Anakin groaned, and with that, you felt his length splitting your opening apart.

He entered you slowly, purposely delaying the full pleasure of feeling him at the deepest parts of you. His forehead slightly furrowed, eyes closed in delight from feeling your soft walls hugging him. He wasn’t just going to fuck you; he was going to feel every part of your tight bare cunt against his length for the first time and memorize it. His mind is clouded with thoughts about finally being able to raw you whenever he desires to, because after tonight you will surely be bearing his child.

“Ana-kin!” You let out a choked moan of a word you know the best, clinging to him, your starved body making it hard for him not to cum within seconds of hitting your cervix. If it were any other day, you’d probably be begging for him to ease it up.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He settled still deep inside you, kissing your neck and collarbones while caressing your skin tenderly, as if thanking you for letting him ruin the last bit of innocence you had left. Anakin remained in place for a few moments until he felt your walls greedily clench around him, asking to be bruised. Today, he wasn’t going to deny you.

It took all of his self-control to set a nice and firm pace instead of instantly pounding you to oblivion; he wanted to savor the special moment as long as possible. Once he set a satisfying speed, endless grunts started spilling from his mouth, which you answered with incoherent words. The intense ecstasy he was giving you stripped you of your ability to form logical sentences.

And it wasn’t just his thick cock that made your muscles spasm; it was also the way your name rolled off his parted lips, the way his firm hands groped your shivering body, and skin glistened with sweat. It was his whole presence, his entire existence, that made you break for him.

He slammed into you repeatedly, sending electricity all over your body. The room echoed with sounds of pleasure, which only made Anakin steadily increase his pace, making lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin more frequent. You have never felt so drenched in fluids; the mess between your bodies was smearing all over your lower abdomen, sticking his flesh to yours like vile viscous glue.

“That’s it.” Anakin grunted when he filled you to the brim once more. “You’re. Taking. Me. So. Well.” Each word was separated by him pounding into you harder and harder. This was a point of no return.

Your quivering body was now answering all of his actions on its own. Your back kept arching, hardened nipples brushed against his chest with each flex of your spine. Anakin watched your breasts bounce in awe before grabbing your sensitive bud between his prosthetic fingers and pinching it softly.

“You are made to bear my children.” He started kneading your soft flesh; thoughts of your body adjusting to nurture his babies scrambled his brain, making it more difficult not to fill your cunt. “You’ll swell and stretch for my seed; you’ll bless me with many sons and daughters, and I will worship every square inch of your exhausted body.”

If you had any doubts about making Anakin a father, they were gone the second his words of desire reached your ears. You nodded your head frantically, unable to verbally answer him, unable to tell him how much your womb craved to carry his child.

“I’ll plant it in you. Or maybe two; do you think you can give me two at once, my love?” He whispered through his ragged breaths. “It’s okay if you can't; I’ll just fuck another one into you again.”

“P-please…!” You weren’t even sure what exactly you were pleading for. In fact, you couldn’t just beg for one thing. You wanted to come. You wanted him to go faster, to thrust harder, you wanted him to kiss you, and most importantly, you wanted his cum deep inside of you. You wanted him to coat your insides in white, make it spill out of you, you needed him in a primal and animalistic way. The same way he needed you.

In different circumstances, Anakin would have pulled out and made you beg for him to continue, beg for him to let you release, but this was a special night and he was going to fulfill your wishes. His hips moved rhythmically, digging into your sore body, hands grasped any parts of you he could reach. The more he was giving you, the more your legs trembled. Your cunt was tightening around his cock, signaling him about the upcoming wave.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” You nodded eagerly at his words, attempting to mumble more pleas but failing miserably. “Good girl, baby, cum all over daddy’s cock. That’s it.”

He reached down between your bodies, pressing two fingers over your swollen clit. He looked you in the eyes proudly, knowing this position allowed you to see how your dripping pussy swallowed his dick fully with each sharp thrust. His fingers rubbed you slowly, making sure to apply just enough amount of pressure to send you to cloud nine.

So close, you were so close. Seeing Anakin like that, trying to hold himself over you with one arm as his whole body was focusing only on your pleasure, it made you crave impossibly more of him. “Cum, baby girl, cum for me now.” He leaned and whispered while pressing his lips all over your face tenderly, making sure that, in between the storm of lust and passion, you knew that he loved you more than anything else in the galaxy.

And that was all it took. His pleading permission for you to let yourself go, affection and desire for you, his body abusing itself to please you... You couldn’t hold it anymore. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smashing your lips against his. The kiss was full of moans and whimpers, and he ate it all up like his last diner. Your walls spasmed tightly around him, vision darkened as your eyes rolled at the back of your skull. He kept pounding himself into you until the ultimate pleasure was sent across your body like thunder, making you quiver with a moan of his name.

“My love, my beautiful love..." Anakin whimpered after your juices of passion covered his entire cock. It was nearly impossible for him not to follow right away.

And there was no point in holding himself back anymore; he moved his hand off your clit, wrapping his arms around your body, and with a last sharp roll of his hips, you were filled with his warm seed. Your whole body was shaking from the feeling of hot cream settling inside of you, marking you as Anakin’s, devouring your whole body. He kept cumming as if he'd been holding himself for months, and you made an effort to clench your muscles to milk him as much as you could. Anakin’s body collapsed on top of you, his cock still entirely inside, basking in a sloppy mess of your love-making.

“I love you. I love you more than life itself.” He clinged on top of you, mixing your bodies entirely, skin to skin, sweat to sweat, heart to heart. He was entirely yours, and you were entirely his.

Anakin raised his head slightly, and in fear of his absence, your limp body found strength to hold onto him. “Stay. Right here, stay.” You pleaded with your eyes and voice, still gasping for air.

He carefully reached to stroke your cheek, making sure to not separate from your body. His fingers started tracing the supple skin lovingly. For a moment, he just stared into your eyes, trying to regain his strength to speak. “The gift you’ll give me, I’ll forever be grateful for.” His hand left your cheek and found a place on your hip, rubbing it with his thumb softly as if expecting a crumble of joy that will soon start growing inside of your womb to know about his presence before it even exists.

john, johnny seo (m)

Pulling his legs up on the couch, he wraps himself up in a ball, chin resting atop his knees. There’s a cool breeze passing through the living room from the balcony where Mark and Haechan jump around, helping you put up washing. You always call on them at times like these, their energy tenfold that of their hyungs and most importantly, their willingness to help. He hears you yelp as Haechan drops a white pillow case, quickly warning him about playing around with Taeyong’s linens and he apologises just as fast. Mark sniggers just out of your view, Haechan sticks out his tongue. Then you’re all laughing again, the two of them handing you sheets then running back inside as you slide the balcony door shut.

Your gaze doesn’t even pass Johnny’s as you sit, wedged between the couch’s arm and Jaehyun, shifting as you make room for Jungwoo, who rushes to sit on the ground between your legs. He practically purs at your touch, the back of his head resting on your knee as you scratch his scalp, sending him to sleep in mere seconds. Jaehyun just leans into you, his freshly washed hair flicking cold drops on you when you push him off, he flinches at the obvious threat in your eye. When he pouts in apology, your lips purse, holding back a grin as he offers you one, pushing his hair back before you finally let him relax into you again.

A few moments pass before you ask Doyoung to explain the plot of the drama he’s watching, unfamiliar with it though interested. Usually annoyed by interruptions, Johnny suspects he’ll refuse. But to his surprise, Doyoung pauses it, divulging everything he can conjure from his memory alone before rewinding through the current episode to give you context, names, settings. Johnny loves how engrossed you are in what Doyoung’s saying. How your hands never cease scratching Jungwoo’s scalp, how you keep the motion steady as your jaw drops, giving small nods as you follow his narrative, the drama astounding you.

You ask if you can watch too, and this is when Yuta interrupts, talking about football starting soon and Doyoung having already hogged the television this week. A fight for the controller breaks out. Nothing too crazy but you’re mindful of a sleeping Taeyong, his balled up figure not far from where Johnny sits. A hush falls over the room when you silence them, their eyes journeying to his dozing frame before they give up, offering you the remote. With a tilt of your head, you gesture towards Taeil, who just hovers behind the couch, unbothered.

This was a regular non-work day in the 127 household. The world spinning, life continuing. There’s so much domesticity here, and that makes life all the more enjoyable. Johnny thinks you have had something to do with that. How you dote on Haechan yet still see through his charm. How you care for Mark, and praise him constantly. How you pamper Jungwoo, your gentle touch settling him. How you challenge Jaehyun yet soothe him with your words. How Doyoung can confide in you, his every thought yours for the taking. How Yuta crumbles for you and gives you your way. How Taeyong finds peace in you and safety in your nurturing. How Taeil has an ally in you, a companion, a friend.

And Johnny?

He didn’t really know. You cared for him deeply. He knew that. Not the way you did everyone else, just in the way you trusted him. To step up when he had to. Whether it be caring for the youngest or shouldering responsibility for the eldest. You’d begun to rely on Johnny how you didn’t anyone else. But that didn’t mean he didn’t need you like they did. Sure, Johnny could take care of himself and everyone else. He found joy in being someone they needed, in being their support. But, there are days where he too craves your soft touch and praise. Where he wants to lay his head on the soft skin of your thighs and feel your hands in his hair, a song filling the air as you stroke the expanse of his cheeks, a finger trailing the highest points of them before you leave a soft kiss.

Johnny wants your attention. He craves it. Like the rest do but so much more. He wants you to look for him in a room of people and go to him. He wants you to be his refuge. He wants you.

“John?” But for starters, he wants you to call him Johnny. “Hey, are you okay?”

It’s nearing midnight and he’s standing in the center of your room, while you hover at your door. When he doesn’t say anything, you approach him, closing the door behind you. He slept in here when you were off on a schedule and he forgot his charger. He’s holding it in one hand while his other inspects a photo, it’s of the members - minus him.

“Noona, why don’t you like me?”

You don’t think you hear him right—no. You definitely didn’t. So you walk around him to find he’s crestfallen, a frown you can’t stand the sight of taking his face. “What do you mean?”

“Like the others. You don’t treat me like them.”

You look at the picture and immediately return to that day. You’d all been walking the streets of LA, the sun was high but so were your spirits. You remember his camera never once left his hand, always snapping shots of you all. He’d been the one to take the photo. That’s why you loved it. He captured you all so well, his eye for lighting and skilful focus. Johnny did everything so well. It was hard to believe you were his senior. He had always been just that bit better than you in every way and yet, it’s only now you’re seeing what that is doing to him.

“You treat the members like you love them more than me.” The idea he felt less loved by you made your breath shake, his eyes still not meeting yours. “Do you not care about me?”

“How can you say that?” He looks up then, the hurt on your face making him regret it instantly.

“You don’t talk to me like you talk to them. You don’t even call me Johnny. You don’t play with me or hang out with me. You never ask me to do anything or want my help at home. It’s like I don’t even exist.” He doesn’t realise this all upsets him until now. Now he sees a version of the group without him. A version that you might see in your mind. “Am I just your colleague?”

“Johnny.” He doesn’t think you’ve ever scolded him. Not once. He hates it. “Don’t. Don’t ever say that.” He’s hot under your gaze. The way your brows crease, the anger in your eyes. He doesn’t know at what. At him, yourself. But he can’t lie, the attention is nice. “Of course you aren’t. You’re so much more than that.”

“Then why?” It’s barely even a whisper, but you hear him, the want. The need. “Do you think I don’t need you like they do? That I don’t need you to hold me when I’m sad? To t-touch me?”

This isn’t Johnny. Not the one you’re used to. The loud, boisterous Johnny who, and though now you think you’re wrong, is immovable. Independent Johnny, who you wished and prayed to be more like than anyone. Johnny who you envied for his resilience and his drive. Johnny who intimidated you for so long. He saw the good in literally everything. It drove you a little insane, the idea you’d never meet his standard. That there existed someone so impenetrable, you would always be lesser.

But then, maybe that was never Johnny. That was the Johnny you made him out to be. The Johnny you unknowingly pushed him to be. The Johnny he thought you needed. That was John.

This is is Johnny.

Johnny’s eyes bore into yours. They’re pained and so frighteningly lonely yet so breathtaking. As if there’s been so much behind them and your forced image and expectation of him kept it there. If you dwell on it too much, it might crush you beyond repair. So you rid yourself of it. The idea this was a man who could carry the weight of the world because he merely acted like he could. You forget what you thought. You just accept what you see.

Johnny needs you.

You raise a careful hand to his cheek, shocked by how quickly he responds. He nuzzles into your open palm, shuddering breaths leaving him as he sinks into your touch. It’s a sight to behold. The skin that smooths between his brow, the slight lift of the corners of his mouth. You feel like you’re like this for hours, your arm grows tired. Your heart constricts when you pull it away and he whimpers, his hands twitching at his sides as if he wanted to stop you.

“It’s okay.” You whisper, his eyes following you as you move to your bed. “Can we sit down?” He just follows you, the bed dipping on your left as you watch him sit. “Johnny?” He turns, his eyes following as you lay down. “Do you want to cuddle?”

He nods then, embarrassment filtering in at the idea. Had you really never done this with him? You shake your head, happy to have it happen at long last. You pull his head to your chest, his arms loop around your middle so naturally you wonder if you’d been mistaken. Until his legs do the same, winding with yours. The feeling is unfamiliar though welcomed. How thick his thighs feel between your own, how long his limbs are. He is undoubtedly huge yet he fits so perfectly around you, you can’t help but think you were made to be his comfort. He squeezes you tighter as you shift, your giggles filling the air as he nuzzles himself further into your breasts. This isn’t new for you. It was awkward in the early days, but it’s far from that now.

Running your fingers through his hair, you giggle as he groans, the deep rumbles are again, nothing new.

You offer a slight tug for his attention, thinking it might be about time to talk. To acknowledge your mistakes.

It’s now you realise how new this is for him. How his cheeks flush against your chest and hands on your hips are brand new sensations for him. Your dull nails scratching along his scalp and gentle snag on the ends. They all make his eyes hooded, his breaths a bit ragged as he gulps, looking up at you. “Sorry.” You immediately know what he’s sorry for. It’s pressing on your thigh. It’s firm and painfully obvious. You just smile, stroking a thumb along his cheek and staring into his eyes.

“It’s okay, Johnny.” He thinks you might be an angel. How gentle you are, how understanding. But he thinks you might be fallen when you ask him, “Do you want me to take care of it?”

He should say no. You’d done everything he needed and more. He hadn’t meant he needs you for this. This is more of a want. This isn’t something he needs but it’s what he’s always wanted. And he knows it’s stupid, he knows you just feel bad and he knows it’s desperate. He knows he’ll hate himself. That blurring the lines between you any further won’t satisfy him. But you’re here, waiting, with kind eyes that hold him captive. Your fingers still card through his hair, moving it out the way for you to get a better look at him. No. You’re not just looking at him. You’re seeing him. It’s all he ever wanted. He decides he likes getting what he wants.

His nod is ever so slight, you only see it because of how attentive you are to him. You feel it in your hands, the small shift in his neck. You hear it in the sheets, the fabric moving with him. He watches you smile at him, your offer no longer hanging in the air though the insinuation does. He’s scared he missed your point, frightened he’d messed this up. But then your eyes drift. And you’re not just watching him, but staring. At his lips. The small part in them, where he draws small, careful breaths. And you’re moving, bringing yours to his in a kiss so soft, he can’t help but flinch. At how fragile you think him to be. How differently you see him now.

“I won’t break you know.” He teases with a small laugh, his hands gripping your hips a tiny bit harder, as if showing you the force he could handle. “I can take it.”

“Johnny,” his smile falls slightly, noting the hints of sadness in your eyes. “I’m sorry I put so much pressure on you. I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you.” He doesn’t want to cry. He isn’t broken. He’s just lonely. But then your voice cracks and he thinks he just might. “I want to show you I’m sorry. I-I want to be what you need.”

That’s all he wants. But he can’t help feel overwhelmed by the affection. The intimacy he’s wanted for so long, pouring out of you like a faucet. He trusts you though. That you’ll take good care of him. That you’d know what he wants. That he’d be in the safest hands. So he nods as he leans in, his hunger cloaked by desperation as his lips mould with yours, your hands cupping his cheeks, fingers scratching his nape. A groan rumbles in him, pouring into your mouth as you press your thigh to his crotch, pulling back to watch his jaw clench. He watches your eyes fall to the space between you, his hips circling into your thigh as he watches you intently, his lip caught painfully between his teeth. He’s surprised when you moan at his actions, his pace slowly building before you stop him.

“Use me.” He’s lost because that’s already what he’s doing. “Use me, Johnny. Fuck me.” He doesn’t believe you. Not until you’re practically begging. “I-I want to help you. I want to be what you need. Fuck me. Please.” You press your forehead to his, fingers still digging into his hips, you’re so close his eyes cross. He sees the lust in your gaze though, it’s almost lethal. “You can use me. Please use me.”

Not a single part of him is torn. He’s practically trembling in anticipation at the thought, his hands scramble to free you of your shorts, stripping you in one swift motion, freeing himself nearly as quickly. He pauses as he sees holiness if your gaze, a reverence reflected back in your eyes. You nearly quiver, the once omnipotent being bared out for you. His hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. His leaking tip, twitching as you reach out to stroke your fingers along his abdomen. He nearly giggles at your touch, earning a soft one from you.

“You’ve always been so good for me, John.” He frowns, scared that is no longer the case. “Let me be good for you now.”

He leans down then, a hand balancing him beside your head, the other pumping him a few times. The feeling of your fingers on his skin is heavenly. How you squeeze his shoulders and stroke down his arms. Never a misplaced pressure. Your touch is planned yet free, your hands passing over the expanse of his back, enjoying the feel of him beneath your palms.

“You feel so good,” you whisper, his breath hitching. “You’re so good to me, Johnny. Thank you,” He presses his forehead to yours again, his nose rubbing against yours as you gaze up at him. “My perfect Johnny.” He kisses you to hide his blush, though the heat beneath your hands is a give away. “My perfect boy.”

He’s beaming. It’s the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen and you want to scream because you could’ve seen this all along. You could’ve made Johnny so happy and saved him the pain of—

“Don’t do that,” he says, seeing the regret in your eyes. “Forget about it. You know now.”

You do. And it dulls the pain for a moment, and his kiss numbs it but his cock sliding into you, wrapped snuggly in your slick walls, banishes it. You can think of nothing else. Nothing but the delicious sounds he fills your ears with. The grunts that pour out of him as you clamp around him. The kisses he peppers your lips with, his mind full of you.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks anyway, lips now concentrating on yours, his hips still. You nod, eager to please. “Where should I come?”

“Wherever you want.”

He’s in love. He ignores the brief thought as he tucks his arms under yours, craddling your head so he can rest his body on you, your chest heavy though your vision fills with him. His hips roll without warning. He moves them in small circles, his lips moving in time with yours, tongues tangle together. He deepens the kiss every time you whimper, the sound urging on his thrusts, the intimate winds of his hips abandoned as you scratched down his back, your hands squeezing his ass, pulling him further into you. Your lips slack as his thrusts increase in speed, the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room along with your whines. He isn’t muffling them anymore, he’s watching you. How your jaw hangs open, letting your whimpers pour out. With a small change in his angle, your eyes screw shut, making it harder for you to take his thrusts. He rises to lean on his hands, snapping his hips rapidly into you, his tip hitting the spot that has you crying out for him, all other sounds erased from his memory at the sound of that. John falls from your lips as you struggle to hold on. John trapped behind a moan as his thumb circles around your clit. John crawls its way up your throat before you open your eyes at his request, only to see him.

Johnny.

Who snaps into you for the final time as he lets go, his seed spilling into you. He fills you completely as you milk him, the walls of your cunt coated in your mingling arousal as you clamp around him, refusing to let him go. Not that he wants out. So you both just stay like this, his wet forehead pressed against yours, the air in the room cold on your damp skin.

You blink away the fatigue so you can see him, sighing contentedly when he beams down at you. You’ve seen him smile like this, but never at you. You want to see it always. “You okay?” He asks, wiping your forehead dry.

Nodding, you do the same, finding your palms just as wet. But yes, you are okay. And so is he.

Oranges || Chris Bang

⇢ summary: there was one person you never though you would trust your life with: your brother’s best friend. however all of that changes when a certain confession is revealed.

⇢ requested: can you make a stray kids bang chan smut where the reader is 3 years younger than chan (so the reader is 18 years old, legal age) and the reader likes chan but believes he doesn’t like her back cause the age difference, so she starts to avoid him and he gets annoyed. he then confronts her and happy ending.

⇢ genre: angst; fluff; smut; one shot

⇢ word count: 2270

⇢ warnings: mentions of dugs and alcohol; swearing; fluff; light smut (brief car smut, pet names)

⇢ note: i’m super duper sorry this took forever. i hope you enjoy it though. 

Ever since you were little, you hated your brother with a burning passion. You never has the confidence to yell at him for all the wrongs he made you go through, since he was the only family you had. You were afraid of leaving, because that mean being all alone in a world filled with torture and pain.

Since your elder brother was in charge of you, you had to listen to whatever he said. As well, you had to hang out with his friends practically everyday after school. You’re house was the safe haven for his crackhead friends, which you never really cared for. However, there was one who intrigued you since the very beginning. His name, Chris Bang, however everyone called him Chan.

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double down

pairing. eddie munson x female! reader 

an. well. we’re here again. this acts as a part two to my fic dealer’s choice, but can be read separately (tho honestly why would u want to) i don’t know what came over me when writing this, jesus. comments and reblogs make me insane so pls do it<3 synopsis. after a sexually charged run in with your dealer, you go to his house for another hook up. he’s got the goods. 

warnings. 18+. minors (below 18) are not welcome. drugs, sex while high, fondling, kissing, female receiving oral, lil bit of biting, grinding against rings, female receiving penetration. not beta’d. 

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see you through my eyes part 2 —b.b.

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fm mitchell! reader.

warnings: cursing, drinking, unprotected penetrative sex, oral (fm receiving), choking, dirty talk, lots of fluff stuff, bradley bradshaw is a FUCKING TEASE, mentions of poor mental health, mentions of death/immediate family death/funerals. 18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 2.6k

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a/n: like always, this is not proofread yet so i apologize for any mistakes. i hope you all enjoy! y’all i love this man!!!!!!!

The night air was warm and welcoming, pushing your hair around with the breeze. Some old rock music, yours and Bradley’s favorite, played from a nearby speaker. The two of you sat on the patio, each nursing a beer. You hummed cheerfully, the slightest bit tipsy.

The backyard was by far your favorite part of your house. You’d hung up a few sets of string lights, and ofcourse had some of your favorite plants scattered around. The entirety of the yard was fenced in, and although you would love to have a real pool, the small blow-up one you bought for Cameron served an equal purpose.

You and Bradley had been talking for nearly two hours. Simply catching up on life and reminiscing on old memories— sharing many needed laughs.

It had been three days since your mother’s funeral and you still hadn’t fully pieced yourself together. Although, Bradley’s company was a great help. He understood your emotions and the feeling of emptiness you couldn’t seem to get rid of. He made great effort to comfort you, and had made sure Cameron was taken care of so you could have some time to yourself.

Cameron had clung to him, maybe not fully understanding who Bradley was, yet he was absolutely entranced by the man. He wanted to go anywhere Bradley went, and even though you’d explained to the child that his name wasn’t really Rooster, he wouldn’t call him anything else. You were beyond happy to see the two of them together at last. It made your soul feel at ease.

“Hey.” Bradley tapped your arm, pulling you from your aparrent trance. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking.” You spoke softly.

He gave you a small smile and patted his leg. “C’mere.”

You stood up, sitting your nearly empty bottle down on the table before taking a seat on his lap. Your arms wrapped around him and you rested your head on his shoulder. He ran a hand along your back, smiling to himself when he felt you relax.

“Thank you for being here.” You whispered.

“No place I’d rather be in the world.”

Bradley had already expressed to you that he’d made a phone call days earlier as a request to transfer back to Oceana where he’d been stationed at years before. It was bittersweet, the thought of possibly having Bradley back— maybe forever.

He seemed content, openly speaking about the idea of the two of you buying a new house closer to base and Cameron growing up with his father. You eyed him, smiling. There had been minimal talk about the future when it came to you and Bradley. Regardless, you were hopeful.

He reached up, pushing a bit of hair from your face and smiling up at you. “So pretty, darlin.” You made your best efforts not to squirm in his lap at his words. If there was one thing about Bradley Bradshaw that killed you, it was how much of a sweet talker he was. His voice was deep and rich, as sweet as could be. He always knew exactly what to say. “Oh hush.”

“You are.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

“I look like a sleep deprived mother of a three year old.” You corrected him.

“Yet oh so pretty.”

You looked away, cheeks hot and lips turned up in a smile.

“Look at me.” He teased.

“No, because the more I look at you the more I want to kiss your stupid face.”

“Oh.” He laughed, as if he had dug some confidential information out of you. You mentally cursed yourself, letting out a laugh too. “So kiss me then.”

“No!” You started to pull away from him playfully, knowing if he kissed you, you’d be a goner.

He tightened his grip on you, making you look at him.

You swallowed hard, eyes closing as you gave in and let him pull you into a sweet kiss. The feeling of his lips on yours was reminiscent, and had you feeling as if you were going to melt. You felt him smile into the kiss, your tongues meeting languidly. After a few seconds, you both pulled away.

“I think it’s past your bedtime.” Bradley joked, finishing his beer and trying to settle himself down. He wanted nothing more than to take you right there, like old times— but he knew that wasn’t respectful nor appropriate. So, he watched you shyly climb off his lap and start to gather up empty bottles.

“I believe it’s probably past yours too, Lieutenant.” You smiled.

“Oh, very much so.”

When you climbed into bed that night, you immediately knew you wouldn’t be getting much sleep. Your mind was running absolutely rampant, and for a moment you considered taking a melatonin or two. The feeling of his lips and hands on you was inescapable, and your thoughts were well, very improper. Even though you and Bradley had a past, he still made you feel giddy— like you’d never been touched before. The ache was inexplicable. God, you felt like a fucking teenager.

You tossed and turned for a while, tangling yourself in the cool sheets. The lack of tiredness was aggravating to say the very least. Yet, there you laid.

An hour or two passed before you gave up, grabbing your phone off the nightstand and scrolling aimlessly to try to pass some time.

Another hour and a mental pep talk later, you were padding down the hall towards the guest room. Your heartbeat was rapid and adrenaline high.

You slowly opened the door, attempting to make the quietest entrance possible. The room was dark besides a minimal amount of moonlight peeking through the closed curtains. Closing the door behind you, you made your way to the bed. Bradley laid sprawled out in the middle of the mattress, tangled in the soft white sheets.

He stirred a bit as you climbed in next to him.

"You okay?" He mumbled, now awake and looking over at you with tired eyes.

"Yeah."

"Wanted some cuddles?" He teased.

"Something like that."

He turned over as you spoke, watching you scoot closer. He let out a yawn, trying to decipher the look on your face.

"Roos."

"What is it baby?"

"I want you to touch me." You begged. "Please."

You craved him in every way possible. Wanted him all over you. It had been all you could think about since he stepped foot in your damn house.

He leaned forward without another word or thought, pressing his lips to yours. Tongues met and hands wandered, leaving your head spinning. Bradley gripped your thigh, tossing your leg over his waist and pulling you as close as he could get you. Boy, had you missed this. Ofcourse the two of you were older and the circumstances were much more.. sensual this time. A warm hand ran along your bare leg and up to your hip where he discovered you were wearing only a tee shirt and panties. He groaned lightly, breaking the kiss and moving his lips along your jawline. "What do you want, honey?" He rasped.

"Want your mouth." You said, nearly breathless.

He smiled softly, pressing another mellow kiss to your lips before beginning to trail them down your neck. Hands moved to push up your tee shirt, revealing your bare chest. "So fucking pretty." He said. "Just like I remember." You whimpered, feeling his warm tongue run across your nipple before his lips wrapped around it— his fingers toying with the other. Your skin was on fire, mouth dry and breathing erratic— and he had barely touched you. He repositioned himself to lay between your legs, pressing tiny kisses to your hips and thighs. You were absolutely aching for his touch, squirming pitifully underneath him. "Honey." He mused. "So touch starved, aren't you? Need me to eat this pretty pussy bad, huh?"

You whined at his words, clenching around absolutely nothing. "Please Roos."

Long fingers worked to pull your panties down your legs before he tossed them to the floor. "Gotta be quiet for me, sweet baby. I'm gonna give you what you want— don't worry." You were nearly in a trance at this point, overwhelmed by his touch. He held your legs open, finally running his tongue along you in a long stripe. A long, lewd sounding whine left your lips, which didn't go unnoticed. Bradley found himself grinding his hips into the mattress just to find some friction. "You always make the prettiest noises." He whispered, tongue starting to work mercilessly at your clit. You writhed, wanting to scream as you felt two long fingers slide into you. "Fuck." You cried, eyes clamped shut. He was so fucking good at everything. His fingers made quick work and had you nearly falling apart. "So wet, honey." 

You gripped the sheets beneath you with one hand, the other flying to his hair. Fingers wandered through, yanking gently and making him groan. He could tell you were close, clenching oh so tight around his fingers. "Gonna cum all over my fingers, mama?" He murmured against you, tongue still working relentlessly. You did your very best not to cry out as you fell over the edge. "Fuck yes." He said through gritted teeth, pumping his fingers in and out and working you through your high. "So pretty when you're cumming for me."

You were spent, body falling limp as you tried to catch your breath. Bradley stayed quiet, gently pulling you to the edge of the bed where he now stood. As much as he wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around him, he couldn't handle much more.

"You sure this is okay, darlin’?" He asked politely, watching you nod in agreeance.

Bradley huffed as he ran himself along your soaked entrance. He already knew he wasn't going to last long. Not with those pretty little noises that kept falling from your lips. He pressed the head in, watching your eyes flutter shut and brows furrow. "You can take it." He promised. You'd never gotten used to the stretch. He was by far the biggest you'd experienced. He pushed in slowly, groaning. You wrapped around him deliciously, so fucking hot and wet. "That's my girl." He cooed, pressing wet kisses to your forehead and nose. "Takin' me so good, sweetheart." He finally bottomed out, heart racing and sweat forming on his brow. You opened your eyes again, looking at him and watching a smile spread across his lips.

"I missed you." He admitted, starting to rock against you slow. He kept a tight grip on your thighs, tight enough to leave little bruises from where his fingertips dug into your skin. You, ofcourse, didn't mind.

"I missed you more."

It was all you could do to stay quiet. Small sounds and his name repeatedly fell from your lips. You watched his face intently, his teeth tugging on his plump bottom lip. His hips smacked against you as he exhibited a pace that had you seeing stars. A warm hand extended to wrap lazily around the delicate skin of your neck. Bradley sighed, keeping up his motions as he toyed with your air supply. You were absolutely in heaven, placing one of your hands over his and meeting his eyes. "My dirty baby. You like being choked don't you?" He said, voice breaking. You nodded, letting out a whine. "So pretty." He cooed.

"Roos." You sounded absolutely wrecked.

"I know, honey." He choked out between thrusts, starting to fall apart himself. "I feel you— Be a good girl and cum again for me." Tears brimmed in your eyes as everything slowly became too much— too fucking good. He reached down, drawing quick circles around your clit as he pressed his lips to your own. You let out a broken cry, coil snapping and your legs shaking the slightest bit as you came apart beneath him.

"Just like that, baby. Fuck." Bradley praised, fucking you through it— thrusts sloppy and fast. He was obviously close himself. You felt out of body, softly gasping for air, eyes fluttering. "Want your cum, Roos." You pleaded, taking in the man before you in all of his glory. There truly was no one like him.

"Ah, shit baby." He groaned, hips snapping against yours a few more times before he pulled out swiftly, hand moving to run along his shaft and the most erotic noise falling from his lips as he came on your tummy. He hummed, euphoria pumping through his veins. His eyes searched for yours and lips turned up in a smile as sweet as honey. "Y'Did so good for me, mama." He said, kissing your forehead. "You are something else."

Rooster dissapeared into the darkness of the room, wandering over to the connected guest bathroom. You could hear a few drawers opening and closing before he made his way back over to you with a damp rag. He wiped you clean lovingly, sharing a smile with you before he laid down next to you. You both stayed silent as you came down. Warm bodies tangled together and soon enough you were unable to keep your eyes open.

When you awoke hours later, the sun was shining proudly through the curtains. The house smelled like coffee and you could clearly hear cartoons playing from the living room. You stretched, reaching down to the end of the bed where Rooster had laid your tee shirt. A smile you couldn't fight formed on your pink lips at the thought of what had happened earlier. You made your way first to your bedroom, slipping on some pajama shorts before you walked towards the living room.

"There's mommy!" Rooster cheered, catching the attention of your son who raced over to you and latched onto your leg. "Hey there, lovebug." You chuckled, kneeling down to press an exaggerated kiss to both of his cheeks, making him giggle.

Rooster watched in complete adoration, sipping his coffee. This— this is what he wanted for the rest of his life. Cameron turned his attention back to the tv and his toys, and you made your way to where Rooster sat.

"Morning, sweet thing." He said. You laughed softly, leaning to press your lips to his. "You hungry? You should be after all those calories you burned last night."

"Oh shut up." You smacked his arm, chuckling.

"I made pancakes. Me and Cam ate already since Mommy was still being a sleepyhead."

"That is alllll Daddy's fault." You joked, sharing a laugh with him.

"Maybe Daddy needs to teach Mommy another lesson." Rooster grinned, watching you walk towards the kitchen.

"Rooster!" You yelled.

"Rooser!" Cameron copied you, yelling out.

You broke into a fit of laughter, as did Bradley. He joined you in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and sparking up conversation as you ate breakfast. It was then that you remembered he’d be leaving in a mere two days.

“I was thinking we could take a little ride to the beach today.” He spoke up. “Then we can come back and make dinner— and I should probably start packing my stuff.”

“Promise you’re coming back?”

“One week and I’ll be back on a plane home to you.” He leaned forward to steal a kiss. “I promise.”

“I’m sorry you have to make so many changes.”

“Nope, don’t you start that. Transferring is my decision.” He stopped you. “Listen, i’m gonna be back here in a week.” He reiterated, gripping your shoulders. “And you and me are going to figure this out day by day. This is where I want to be.”

“You’re sure?” You frowned.

“Yes honey, I’m sure.” He chuckled. “Stop beating yourself up, please.”

“Sorry, it’s a habit.” You half smiled.

He pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and playfully grabbing a handful of ass, earning a little squeal from you.

“I can’t wait to have another baby with you.”

You threw your head back laughing, pulling away from him and hearing him let out an adorable sounding laugh as well.

“Oh, shut up.” You headed down the hall, cheeks a bright shade of red.

“—‘S the truth!”

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Nolite Celare.

Genre: Humor (?), Fluff, Friends to Lovers! & Smut (Hogwarts! AU) 

Pairing: Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader Ft. Jaehyun the Matchmaker

Word Count: 9.3k-ish 

Note: It’s got a lot of inaccuracies in regards to the rules and what not at Hogwarts and some made up spells, sorry! But I hope you like the fic overall! 

“Class dismissed. I’ll see you all after winter break with the 10-page assignment on unicorns and their magical properties.” Your professor announces as loudly as she can, though it’s still drowned out by the sound of students eagerly stuffing their books into their bags and scurrying hastily out of the room. 

Though you like to take your time to avoid the crowd, you could relate to the sentiment. Most of them are probably excited for the second event of the Triwizard tournament, the following Yule Ball and the fact that there’ll be no more classes for the next three weeks. 

You, however, have already witnessed enough excitement in your second year when you’d seen the tournament for the first time. Now, in your seventh year and on the eve of your leave from Hogwarts, you find your mind occupied with much more important things such as the Auror exams. 

That and well, your best friend, Yukhei. 

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Stormy Night

Authors Note: Hey guys!! It’s finally here, my first fic to post! AANNND ITS SEUNGMIN SMUT YOU’RE WELCOME this probably seems very rough and rushed and I’m sorry lol it’s my first time writing smut and my first time in a few years writing a fic, but I’m really happy with it!

Characters: Seungmin x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.3k (oops lol) 

Type: Friends to Lovers, An equal amount of fluff as there is smut “There’s enough room on the bed for both of us”, somewhat of a buildup

This piece of fiction is intended for adult audiences, 18+ ONLY 

Watching the rain as it hits the windshield, a mild feeling of panic starts to wash over you. The storm was getting bad, and it would be getting dark pretty soon. Looking back on it, maybe taking the 18 hour road trip home with Seungmin wasn’t the smartest idea you’d had. You were nearly half way there, so close but so far to your hometown, where you insisted–no, begged for Seungmin to come with you due to a family wedding that you wanted no part in, but were obligated to be at. Not to mention, your cousins had been pestering you about when you were finally going to bring a plus one to such important family gatherings.

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