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“where are you going?” you demand childishly, opening your eyes.

wonwoo laughs quietly, cupping your cheek for a moment, brushing it with his warm hand. “we’re out of eggs. and milk. i won’t take long, okay?”

“no, wait for me, i’ll come with you!”

which is how you ended up behind wonwoo in the early hours of the morning, as he looks for the groceries and you trail sleepily along with him, holding his hand and stifling your yawn.

wonwoo casts a sideways glance at you, shaking his head fondly. “i told you to go back to sleep, baby.”

“i’m needy,” you admit shamelessly, squeezing his hand when he laughs a little — and then your eyes are brightening, and you’re tugging him towards the end of the aisle. “babe! let’s get pancake mix for breakfast!”

wonwoo sends a glance to the eggs inside the cart already, but you catch it and beam at him. “eggs for tomorrow. they’ll keep. pleaaase.”

wonwoo shakes his head finally, lips lifting in amusement. “of course, baby. get whatever you want.”

“when you say whatever i want…” you start, bright-eyed and mischievous.

your boyfriend only presses a kiss to your temple. “i mean it. go on. whatever you want.”

filed under: a silly little fic where mingyu isn’t an insesitive, forgetful and irresponsible baby daddy

prompt: unplanned pregnancy!mingyu

notes: was he your boyfriend? it felt like it at this point

part i 

“this,” you toss the pregnancy test in his direction. “this is all your fault.”

mingyu sticks his lip out, suddenly positive enough to say something now that you’ve stopped crying. “not true,” he uses the test as a pointer. “you’re the one who said don’t worry when i forgot the condom.”

“and you’re the one who was supposed to pull out!” you cry out, searching for a pillow to hit him with, but mingyu is quick to drag your scrambling form into his lap. he keeps a hold on your wrists, wiggling his thighs apart so you’re trapped comfortably in his grip, forced to make eye contact with him.

he deadpans. “you want an instant replay, sweetie?” and before you can aggressively decline, “ah! gyu, no, keep going!”

you painfully yank his hair and he shuts up. “the one time you do as i ask!” he opens his mouth to snap back at you, but your eyes are becoming glassy with tears again, face crumpling, and he doesn’t have the heart. “and now look at us.”

mingyu lets you cry onto his chest, too worried that you’re upset to even care about the snot and mascara you’re getting on his designer jumper. it takes a long time for you to stop, hiccuping into his neck like a baby before looking up at his watery eyes. “what now?”

he smooths a hand through your hair, sniffing his tears away. “whatever you want.”

you swallow, curling into him thoughtfully. never mind a relationship, you and mingyu hadn’t even been on a date before, unless the cafe’s drivethru after boning in his backseat counted. mutual friends and hook ups aside, you barely knew him. there was not a single reason for this to possibly work out and you didn’t expect it to, but that doesn’t stop you from pushing yourself off him and murmuring out the words, “i want to keep it.”

it’s not like you expect his face to light up or nod at you enthusiastically; actually, you impatiently wait for him to sit up and go quickly and directly out the door the way most twenty-four year old guys would. it’d be cleaner that way.

but mingyu takes a second to collect himself, staring into your eyes silently so you can make out the stars in his before he takes your cold hands in his warm ones. “okay. we’ll make this work.”

x

you look vacantly at mingyu’s lovely face when he talks. here you are in your sweats for the eighth week in a row, pregnancy books and baby stuff still in their packaging, and he’s here giving you another impromptu lecture about folic acid.

because mingyu isn’t like you. he’s not a drowsy post-grad desperate to find any sort of job remotely related to journalism, working crappy morning shifts at a cafe on the weekends. he wears a tie and knows how taxes work because he took a boring accountancy job in preparation for a family he’d have in a decade, not now, with some girl he knocked up in the backseat of his shitty friend’s ca-

“are you listening?” he frowns, mouth tightened. he looks annoyingly handsome in his work shirt and pants you have to look away.

“no,” you admit. “so stop it.”

he’s blinks with his puppy eyes “stop what?”

“stop embarrassing me in front of our baby!”

he frowns harder. “our baby is the size of a podo,” he points a finger at your stomach. 

“what?” you ask, confused. “a podo. a grape.” he says it like he just stated the obvious. “and besides, they’re still in you, y/n.”

“exactly. still in me,” he spaces out a bit when you fold your arms over your soft chest, his favourite part about this pregnancy so far. “and able to hear about how their shitty mum doesn’t even know what folic acid is!”

“but i just told you!”

“i wasn’t listening!” you weep childishly, hormones effectively making you incoherent, and mingyu immediately softening when your eyes start to water. his arms spontaneously scooping you up when you sniffle.

“you’re not a piece of shit mum,” he says seriously, caressing your hair, nose squishing into your wet cheek. “you have plenty of time to learn about all this stuff.”

“who says i have to with you around,” you whine, yanking his tie gently. “you know, you could at least pretend not to be as equipped for this baby as me.”

“i’m not,” he promises, big grin stretching over his face at the way you pout at him. it’s times like this when you forget he’s not your boyfriend, but the father of your child and nothing more, nothing less. mingyu kisses your head. “i just read it in an article ages ago. i barely understood it, i swear.”

you sniff. “really?”

“really,” he traces circles over your belly absentmindedly. “all i got was green equals good.” he pokes your belly button. “so eat green things, okay? for podo.”

filed under: the making of podo. a silly scenario that became a fic

prompt: unplanned pregnancy!mingyu 

notes: i love silly and clumsy mingyu and i so need to write my thesis

you’ve slept with kim mingyu exactly two and a half times.

the first time was the night you met him at joshua’s graduation party. he was the most gorgeous thing you’d ever seen in your life, and it had nothing to do with the fact that joshua’s apartment and tiny terrace was the ugliest. mingyu smiled and said hello and was perfectly dismissive of your friendly nature until you touched his buff arm for a second too long, caught his eyes even when the conversation didn’t call for it. kim mingyu was as pretty as he was intuitive.

that’s why he fucked you so nice and hard against shua’s bathroom door, hiking your leg up around his waist while he thrusted up into you with more force than speed. the lingering alcohol in your system made it so heavenly, when you threw your head back against the door in ecstasy, you only felt a vague ache in your skull. mingyu’s muffled chuckle in your neck drowning out all your other senses anyway. you had been a little too greedy, wanting his cock in you nownownow before he had the chance to get you as prepped as he’d liked, and coupled with his hefty member it didn’t take long to have you whimpering against him.

“i told you to let me eat you out,” mingyu chastises, far too softly for a man who barely knows you. but the burn of him stretching you out is too hypnotic to regret, nails digging into his shoulders before he can even think to pull out yet.

“don’t care, k-keep going,” you huff, squeaking a little when mingyu lifts you up by the ass to lock your ankles behind him, shoving you up against the door to pick up the speed of his thrusts again. the new angle has him grinding over your clit until your eyes are rolling back, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm grow in record timing.

mingyu kisses you to muffle your moans, tongue sneaking into your mouth while you pulse around him. he rides you through your climax before setting you down and manoeuvring your hand to his slick length, teaching you to stroke him just right before finishing all over your bare thigh.

a bit of his cum splatters on the hem of your dress, resulting in his teeth showcasing the prettiest smile when you look up at him, fuming. “oops!”

x

the half a time was a couple months later.

you say half because you couldn’t quite call it a full round: it was more like mingyu stumbling upon your number after being added into the same group chat weeks later, only to ask if he could stop by to give you the oral he so dutifully promised last time. to be honest you barely remember the guy, your roommate having respectfully nicknamed him cumdress after the first incident. but then he shows up at your door about an hour or so of sexting later, hair ruffled and pants tented and eyes dark, and you know from then you’ll never forget kim mingyu ever again.

you expect him to finish quickly so he’d get his turn but no, he eats you out slowly, meticulously, like he has something to prove. he doesn’t stop when you come the first time and doesn’t stop when you come the second time either, just keeps a hard grip on your hips every time you try to twist them away from his mouth, forcing you to take every hard stroke of his tongue against your buzzing clit until your eyes stream with tears of over-stimulation.

“mingyu, please..!” you mewl, not sure what you’re asking for because as much as it ached to have his lips clamp around your bud like that, you couldn’t pull away now that your third orgasm was brewing. you come in due time, short and fast and all at once, mingyu’s diligent mouth mopping up as much wetness as he can before he finally lets you push his head away.

“i think you killed me,” you gasp, eyes already half lidded with sleep. you’re covered in sweat and panting like you’ve run a marathon, while he just wipes the back of his mouth like he’s eaten too much ice cream, grinning at you a little too smugly. “don’t make that face. you’re paying for my funeral.”

“you want lillies or roses?” he hums, climbing into bed beside you. you wait for him to take your hand and position it over his neglected erection, or maybe push your head down to his stomach. but he just makes himself comfy, snuggles his damp cheek into the pillow next to you.

“daisies,” you yawn, and try your best to stay awake for him to make a move. but he doesn’t. “the smell of lilies and roses gives me headaches.”

“i thought you would be dead, why does it matter?” mingyu smiles, but you’re already asleep. he shuffles next to you to curl his arms around your limp body, throwing a leg over you while he’s at it. force of habit.

x

the second time mingyu dicked you down real good - more specifically, the time that he knocked you up - was somehow even less romantic than the first two escapades. if that was even possible.

your “boyfriend” soonyoung had just broken up with you after six beautiful weeks together and the first booty call you could think of was mingyu. he picks you up in his roommate’s car intending to take you to the college team game before boning you into the next century but then you grab his thigh while he’s driving, fingers dancing patterns through his jeans and, well. how was he not supposed to pull over into an empty lot and fuck the shit out of you in the backseat?

“don’t worry,” you pant when he goes to shuffle frantically through the console glovebox in search of a condom, vein practically bursting out of his neck in effort. he can feel you rub your slick pussy against his thigh and fuck if he isn’t absolutely wild with the urge to ram his cock into you, big hands clumsy and shaking from the need of it. “just pull out, it’s fine gyu.”

that was the idea until mingyu slides in raw, leaving you arched and writhing under him because soonyoung had been so strict about condoms. you forgot how good it felt without the barrier, just skin to skin with no room for imagination. not that mingyu’s cock left room for anything, the sheer size of him knocking the wind out your lungs once he got going with his breakneck pace. the car jostles from how hard he rutted his hips into yours, his hands digging into your thighs to keep them apart while he pistons inside you.

just when you think you can see your climax round the corner, mingyu goes from a hundred to down to ten: hips rocking in a slow rhythm that has you listening to the obscene squelch for his own benefit. it drove you insane, how he kept edging you like that, waiting for you to clench up in anticipation for release only to switch up his speed again at the very last minute. mingyu huffs into your damp neck while he bottoms out again and again, only vaguely aware of how he’s essentially fucking you higher and higher up the seats. it was a miracle your head hadn’t smacked into the door handle by now.

he was frantic by now, what with you clenching around him due to your impending release. this time he doesn’t think he can drag it out anymore, too enamoured by your gasping moans and sweet skin against his tongue, palms hiking your tshirt up higher and higher to massage your breasts. if that visual alone wasn’t enough to send him into overdrive, your next words were.

“ah, gyu,” you gulp, too invested in the need to come to let him pull out like he’s trying to. he groans when you roughly claw at his ass to keep him lodged inside you. “no, keep going! please, please…”

“y/n,” he grunts, obviously conflicted but even so he doesn’t show any signs of going against your wishes. as if to break the last of his willpower, you come around him with a shrieking moan, your sounds of ecstasy filling his ears and milking his cock for all its worth until he has no choice but to come inside you. the burst of wetness you feel is anything other than unwelcome in that moment though, finding yourself wrapping your arms around mingyu’s big shoulders until he ruts himself to his end. his head drops into your shoulder breathlessly when he finally collapses against you, the musty air making it hard to think.

then, just when you think you might die there from exhaustion in his sex-sodden backseat, “wanna get something to eat?”

you splutter. “what?”

“the cafe’s drive thru is open,” he croaks into your skin. “sex makes me hungry, i could use a coke. maybe a burger too.”

f!reader

thinking about late night sex with mingyu after a concert where he’s tired and needy ;c

his big frame is pinning you on your back on the soft hotel bed, one long arm snaked across your lower back, the other holding the back of your head in his big palm. his face is buried into your neck and he’s trying to be quiet, but you feel so warm as you squeeze around his length and your skin is so soft and your hair smells like flowers, he can’t help but whine and ramble lowly into your ear

“so tight, so pretty, so cute”

“does it feel good baby? tell me how much you like it”

“wanna fuck you forever, baby. you’d like that, right?”

dark strands are falling over his forehead and his back muscles ripple with the effort of fucking you. he’s shifting your body up the bed with his deep thrusts, and brings a hand and his mouth to your chest to play with your tits that bounce with the movement. he’s twirling his tongue around one of your nipples with his eyes closed, soft moans vibrating against your skin

his hips don’t stop their rhythm when he lifts his head up to kiss you. his lips are so warm and soft and move against yours lazily. it’s almost like he’s drunk, but he’s just so tired from performing, and as he keeps splitting you onto his thick and leaking cock over and over, he puts more and more of his weight onto you, his warmth and the fresh smell of his body wash making you dizzy

he’s slurring his words, mumbling almost incoherently as he brings you two closer to coming

“please cum on m’cock, pretty girl, wanna feel you get tight”

“y’moans are s’pretty, keep talking to me baby, tell me how good it feels to cum around m’cock”

18+ minors dni f!reader fluff, angst, smut under the cut, ms. delusion is doing her thing rn, not proofread

๑ … the members loving you, not only because gyu’s no longer whining about wanting a gf, but because they see how happy you two are. they know mingyu better than anybody, and know that a sweet soul like you is perfect for him <3 they love taking pictures of the two of you, you hiding your face, mingyu posing and kissing you and asking to get the pics sent to him asap so he can spend all day editing them and choosing one to set as his lock screen. when all of you go out to a restaurant or bar, he's got a long arm around your shoulders, constantly ducking down to press warm kisses to your cheek and temple or whisper in your ear, "you look so pretty", "we look so good together, don't you think?", "can't wait to be alone with you"

๑ speaking of photos, you’re gyu’s personal model. he loves how smart and passionate you are, he loves how much you love trying new foods and going new places with him, and how sweet and affectionate you are, but he’s also obsessed with your looks, thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the world. he loves styling you in outfits, whether it’s clothes he bought for you while abroad doing work stuff or his own clothes, he’ll dress you up and insist on taking pictures of you. he particularly loves you in dresses, his heart literally melting when he watches you do a twirl and your cheeks flush in the camera monitor

๑ as much as he loves to show you off, protecting you and your relationship is mingyu’s first priority. he’s so dedicated to his work and his fans, and it breaks his heart that he feels like he needs to keep your relationship a secret, but he can’t stand the thought of anyone thinking badly about you just because you’re his gf. he’s so unbelievably happy when he comes backstage after a concert abroad to see you’ve come all the way to see him perform, but he gets so paranoid, tucking you under his arm and leaving the venue, ordering a car to take you both back to the hotel right away

๑ once he sees you, his hands are on you. in the car back to the hotel his big hand wraps around your thigh just above your knee, squeezing the soft flesh and rubbing circles on your skin with his thumb. when he talks to you his deep eyes are scanning your face, taking in your pretty eyelashes and plush lips that make him wanna cry, and asking you how your flight was, if you're okay, what food you want to order to the hotel, etc, "when did you land, baby? did you sleep or eat on the plane?", "you look so pretty, i've been thinking about you since i left"

๑ maybe at the hotel you get a bit quiet, thinking of how you two just rushed off after the show. mingyu couldn't stay to take pictures and debrief with the members, because of you, and you felt terrible. as soon as he senses that something's wrong, he's pulling you onto his lap, disregarding the food service you ordered and pressing warm kisses to your cheeks, whispering "what are you thinking about, pretty girl? you can tell me"

๑ as much as you want to avoid being a burden on him, you know that keeping your feelings in get you nowhere. you talk down into your lap, unprepared to face the concern in his eyes and slight frown on his lips. you spilling your feelings ends with the shoulder of gyu's shirt wet with your tears, a notch of worry between his eyebrows and him holding you so tight to his broad chest as you lay on the bed in the dark hotel room, moonlight and city lights flooding through the big windows and casting your bodies in a blue hue. he's muttering promises and reassurances into your hair, taking breaks to tilt his head down, grab your tear-stained and flushed face in his big hands and press long kisses to your mouth, "i'll make it better, baby, i promise", "i never wanted my pretty girl to get hurt, only wanna make you happy", "can't lose you"

he just loves seeing you look as soft as he knows you to be deep down. when a long silky skirt flows around you as you walk beside him and the apples of your cheeks flush and glow when you smile up at him, he swears he can taste honey on his tongue from how sweet you look

he loves styling you too, buying you dresses he thinks would look nice on you while he’s away, having then to buy the pretty necklace he saw in a store window that would match the dress perfectly. his heart pounds in his chest when you try it on and do a spin, smiling so big and thanking him because it’s the perfect fit, he knows you so well

he can’t help but take pictures of you when you get all dressed up, and he always has a hard time deciding which shot to set as his lockscreen

when you tell him about the four phases of your cycle and explain the changes that happen between them, he’s instantly interested. “it’s the luteal phase now? raspberry leaf tea is good for that, right?”

seungcheol: he would let you do whatever you want, to an extent? i think he's pretty lenient and isn't going to tell you what to do/not do, but he's going to give you stern advice if u know what I mean? but I totally agree that he'd be such a pliant bf and would let u do makeup and his nails and dress him in pretty clothes bc it makes you happy

joshua: he's a pretty boy who secretly loves when you put pink and purple eyeshadow on him and put all your cutest accessories on him. he probably looks like he came out of an anime with the amount of makeup and funky hairclips he has on but he doesn't car e because he loves seeing you happy and deep down he actually loves the look

wonwoo: he will follow you around your apartment like a lost puppy if he hasn't got his head stuck in a book. he just will melt over your body and you can manipulate him into any position you want. he may be long and lanky but that doesn't mean he isn't a useful portable heater. also loves when you snuggle deeper into him <3

mingyu: the puppy of all puppies. this man is putty in your hand and he will do anything and everything for you. he becomes your hand swatcher when you go to sephora or an equivalent store, lets you try new hairstyles on him, and lets you drag him everywhere bc he's so infatuated with you and doesn't want to leave your side

part 1

18+ mdni, f!reader

๑ he loves taking the time to take pictures and videos of you two fucking. if you're having sex in front of the mirror? yeah he's got his phone out and he's taking mirror selfies of you on the end of his thick cock, covering your face when you get embarrassed. when he's alone he's often scrolling through his camera roll, watching videos of his cock slapping against your stuck-out tongue, or your tits bouncing as you ride him, or your tummy bulging as he pushes his entire length into you, all from his pov. you get so shy because it's so dirty, but mingyu just sees it as romantic and wants to cherish the memories 🤍

๑ sometimes he'll give up filming and just put his phone down on the bed, the screen black but still recording the wet slapping sounds of him pounding into your soaked sex, your muffled moans mixing with his deep groans and praises

๑ this man is a voyeur, im convinced. i think if your phone rings while he's fucking you, he's gonna make you answer. you can whine and protest all you want, but he'll just grab your phone, accepting the call and pressing it to your ear. he loves watching you try to hold your moans back, you're pleading at him to stop with your big teary doe eyes, and he just smirks back as he starts pinching your sensitive nipples (he's so mean :c)

๑ will eat his cum out of your cunt .. he would be so pussy drunk, moaning against you as he licks and suckles between your puffy lips after filling you with his cum. he's instantly hard again, grinding his growing length into the mattress, his lips glossy from your mixed juices when he comes up for a kiss

this has me spiralling because mingyu would be so happy to be a dad. he would be so caring and gentle with you when you’re pregnant, tying your shoes for you when you can’t reach, brushing your hair for you in the way that men brush hair where you can barely feel it because they’re being so soft, and he would just stare at the way your skin glows, “you look so beautiful”. his big hands are constantly on your tummy, his thumbs drawing little circles on your skin.

he would be so protective, always right beside you even when it’s just you two inside your house. when you’re in public he’s always touching you, whether his arm is wrapped around your waist and clutching you to his side, or his hand is holding you by the back of your neck as you walk around the grocery store where he’s grabbing all of your favourite foods.

he would also try all of the strange food combos that you crave, with plans of pretending to like them but then he genuinely thinks they taste good, always making an extra serving for himself after that.

brothers bestfriend!chan x female!reader ; 1k ; smut ; warnings: pool setting, public indecency, public teasing, slight thigh riding, chan knows where the clit is, chan is a cocky mf ; a/n: chanrot go brrrr, if you want a second part let me know! thank u to @playmetheclassics for brainstorming with me hehe

you couldn't stop staring at him. you knew he was fit, but you didn't know the true extent of it until he had stripped his body of the loose-fitting shirt. the way his back muscles rippled underneath the pale flesh, it made your mouth water.

Here’s a video (not mine!!)

This shit is so sad. I really hope they get a break/rest soon. They shouldn’t be giving us another cb after finishing there tour. Please spread this around. I’m so worried for them.

“Home”- Choi Jiung

paring: idol!jiung x gn reader

genre: fluff,fluff, and comfort (so fluff.)

wc:1.01k

a/n: this is honestly self-indulgent I wrote this so long ago when he did his unboxing live and wrote it all in one-night 🫣 but I'm just now getting around to editing and revising it I hope you like it and think I did my man justice🫂

You’re not sure when you fell asleep nor the reason

maybe it was from the lulling sound of his fingers tapping away at his keyboard or the low hum of the song he was working so diligently on. Your brain may not have figured it out but your body was perfectly in tune with the reason. It was the comfort he gave you simply from his presence. The safety you never thought you’d feel from a person. Yet here, someone who represented that sat in your line of sight. Even in your sleepy daze, your eyes find him. A small smile on your face at the sight of him reassuring your body that your home was nearby and allowing you to drift back to sleep.

Jiung was lost in his song, leaned back in his desk chair, eyes closed, trying to figure out what was missing from his passionate side project. Going over the lyrics in his head before a tsk is released from his mouth. His head dropped in his hands as he took a spin around in his chair from the sheer power he put into his act of frustration. Looking up he’s met with the view of your sleeping figure, quiet snores slipping from your lips. His heart picks up for another reason.

Making his way over to you he starts to examine your facial features he believes he never got to see enough. Something he blames on his idol life. If it was up to him he knows he would never stop admiring you. Memorizing you so well inside and out, he could describe every beauty mark and crevice in detail. He didn’t notice but his hand had started naturally gravitating towards yours and had already made itself comfortable. Looking down at your intertwined fingers mentally saving this memory of you one he’d come back to when he couldn’t see you in person or missed you too much to put into words.

You and Jiung had never clarified what you are. You were comfortable with the intimate touches and the more than friend-like things you said to each other. You both thought just being there for each other was the right fit. So nothing was out of the ordinary when he proceeded to place a tender kiss on your forehead effectively waking you out of your partial slumber and you clasping your arms around his neck drawing him closer to you. His arms instinctively draping around your figure your face buried in his neck you mutter “I'm sorry” he slightly pulls away to see your face “for what” almost in a whisper “for falling asleep, I just wanted to see you so bad I didn’t sleep so well these past few days” you say with a yawn.

Jiung can’t help but find your stretched face adorable taking this chance to bury his face in the crevice of your neck pressing soft kisses to the skin. He sighs, the hot air brushing against the previously adorned skin “No, I'm sorry I made you lose sleep.” Grasping his face in your hands you’re finally able to see him clearly after the sleep in your system somewhat started to subside. Coming face to face with an equally as tired boy the stress of his schedule weighing heavily on his expression “It seems like we both lost sleep” the playful tone sitting on the end of your words. A deep chuckle is heard from him and a genuine smile, something you haven’t seen in what feels like forever as he snuggles into your hands, kissing the wrist.

“You have no idea” the smile still playing on his lips “Come” is all you say as you stand from the small couch in his studio. You pushed the blanket he had placed on you sometime during your nap earlier while saving him from the squatting position he had been in this whole time. Your intertwined hands are being used to your advantage, his side project seemingly forgotten as you drag him to the living room couch of his dorm making you both sit. His eyes trailed behind you as he allowed you to do whatever plan you had suddenly thought of. The lovestruck expression on Jiung's face during this interaction was hard to mistake it was obvious to anyone who saw him, he couldn’t hide it if he wanted to.

Yet you didn’t notice, you were too busy settling the blanket between the two of you, making it as even as possible. Your hands had been released sometime during the shuffling but they found their way back as they always do but this time it’s accompanied by his hand guiding your chin to press a slow but short kiss to your lips the type that leaves your lips parted and a slight heave in your chest. A squeeze on your hand brings you back down and your gaze is directed at him who seems unfazed by the unsaid words that were present in the kiss his eyes trained on the TV in front “look forward this is important for later” referring to the movie he had put on in your mental outing.

As the movie progressed you switched to partially sitting in his lap. Your legs are thrown over his. your head finding solace neck as he makes soft circles on your back. He knows when he hears the same soft snores he heard earlier in the night you had drifted off. Shifting you to his bedroom should’ve been easy yet how was he supposed to follow his original plan when you say “let’s just stay here…please” His body makes another decision for him that night. Laying his body next to yours, Your limbs start to fall into place, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Your back pressed to his chest, heartbeats synchronizing with each other as his brain becomes hyperaware of the rise and fall of your body remembering your breathing to be his best lullaby successfully letting him have the precious sleep he had been missing in your absence.

𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 — are you ready?

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 — smut, fluff

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 — h.it x r

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 — reader is insecure and needs reassurance, grinding and making out, a little bit of angst, smut, first time together, unprotected sex, fingering, reader’s slick is used as lube, d/s dynamics are NOT discussed but it may feel like he is doming reader, sex on a couch, fluff, intak is so fucking soft god, giggles

𝘸𝘤 — 1913

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 — repost bc i love intak

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 "𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵" 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺!

𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 — something new

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 — smut

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 — y.kh x r

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 — kinda dom! keeho, thigh riding, cum, kissing

𝘸𝘤 — 506

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 — goddamn this man is fine

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 "𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵" 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺!