#summer requests

Cat your mind is a wondrous place. Ask and you shall receive

OMG I love this idea so of course you can anon! 

Word count: 900 

Warnings: None

A/N: Reader is an avenger and Peter didn't turn down Tony’s offer at the end of homecoming, that’s all you need to know for this blurb.

~Summer Requests~

You couldn’t believe your eyes as you saw the giant A come into view. Your eyes peeled on the building, hands pressed against the glass of the car window.

“Welcome to the avengers, kid.” 

Whilst you couldn’t believe the building before you, it felt even more unrealistic that the voice speaking to belonged to the Iron Man. You had already pinched yourself twice and sure enough this wasn’t a dream. Your heart was beating with excitement and nerves and all the usual first day jitters one would expect.

The car pulled up and someone was opening your door, a rather annoyed looking security guard who you recognised from all those magazine articles of Tony Stark, Happy Hogan. You greeted him enthusiastically, but he didn’t look impressed, mumbling something about new kids. 

You got your bags from the trunk and followed Happy inside, Iron man sending you a wink and a smile. You knew he told you he preferred to be called Tony, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You saluted as a goodbye and turned away, screaming at yourself internally for being such an idiot.

Once you were all set up in your room, you smiled and jumped onto your bed, falling onto the soft pillows. You hadn’t long been in there and yet there was already a knock at your door.

“Kid come on. You got press in 5 minutes.”

Iron man. Iron man was calling you to a press conference. One in which you were going to be announced as the newest avenger. You practically skipped to your door and opened it with a beaming smile. Tony nodded his head for you to follow him and you did, your feet still moving quickly along the floor with excitement.  

As you neared the conference room, you saw another person standing with Happy. A showcase stand at the end was open revealing two new suits. One was purple and close to the one you had created yourself but clearly with more technological advances and the other was metallic red and blue with a giant spider on the front. Your smile reached your wide eyes as you realised it was for Spider-man which must mean that the boy who was standing there was-

“Peter Pa-I mean Spider-man.” His voice was pitched with nerves as he quickly corrected himself.

The boy that was close to your age with brunette coloured curly hair and eyes that near matched the same brown colour, was holding out his hand for you to shake. You smiled as you took it and was just about to introduce yourself when something flashed in your mind.

“Peter.”

You were looking into his soft puppy dog eyes, counting the brown specks that shimmered within. Every nerve was peeking within your body. Peter could sense them, and they were making him feel better because they were matching his. His hand was held tightly in your own and his eyes were darting back and forth between your eyes and your lips.

“Um, can I kiss you?”

Your heart and stomach fluttered simultaneously as you nodded. You closed your eyes, the last thing being seen was Peter leaning in, his free hand coming to hold your cheek.

“Um, are you okay?”

You snapped back to the present and realised your hand was still held in Peter’s. There was slight sweat to your palm, matching the drops that had formed on your brow. You quickly redacted your hand with panic and looked to see everybody staring.

“Y/n.” You spoke quickly and avoided eye contact with anybody by looking down to the floor, pretending to admire the tiling. Tony smirked, he knew fully well what your powers were, and he was curious as to what you had just seen, knowing it had been about Peter from the way you had acted.

“Well, why don’t you two try these on for size and then we’ll tell the world about the newest additions to the avengers.” Tony gestured to the two superhero suits and you looked back at them, remembering what you had been so excited about only 5 minutes ago.

You looked back at Peter who was smiling at Tony before he turned to you, meeting your eyes. You looked quickly away, being reminded two quickly of how your heart had been racing when his lips had been inches away from yours. He looked a bit confused as to why you were suddenly acting so strange.

“Do I have something on my face?” You shook your head but still didn’t meet his eyeline. He rubbed a hand on his cheek and you suppressed a laugh. He then breathed onto his hand before smelling it, so he could check his breath. You rolled your eyes fondly and told him it was nothing.

You both got into your suits and you could feel Peter’s eyes on you as you walked out, a slight smile on his lips. He was just about to say something when Happy pushed you both towards the door where Tony could be heard making a speech. The door opened as he announced your superhero aliases and a round of applause met your ears. You looked to Peter who gave a proud wave to the journalists who were all bustling with questions and you smiled.

It wasn’t until Peter’s lips finally touched yours 3 months later, that you told him about your vision. “Oh so that’s why you acted strange when we first met.” You just laughed it off and definitely didn’t tell him about the other vision you had that indicated your adventure with Peter had just begun. 

<<Part 2>>

[A/N: So this was another request by a sweet anonie!!😤💕

genre: Roommates!AU , Trouble Makers(?)!AU , Smut , Fluff , bit!Angsty

group-member: EXO-Minseok (ft. Jongdae, mentions of Sehun, Baekhyun, Red Velvet’s Irene, Twice’s Sana)

prompt: 1-Roomates AU, (12)  "If you're so bored, I have other ideas on how to pass the time...", (24) “I never want you to feel like you’re not good enough.”

word count: 4677 (yikes)

SO, uhhh, I went overboard? IM SORRY, it was basically the first graphic--believe me, graphic--smut I’ve ever written so I wanted to make it right?? so yeah, warnings for: graphic and just nasty, really,,, thanks for requesting tt^tt I hope you like it 💓💓 (so huh this man is sinful00)]

Hana is not a whore and I did not pay for her services.

Hana is not a whore and I did not pay for her services.

Hana is not a whore and I did not 

It was starting to get tiring.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Mhm.”

“My hand fucking hurts.”

“Then, why did you call her a whore.”

Especially when your roommate wasn’t making it any better. 

You’re supposed to be on my side, you asshole! 

You didn’t say that. He didn’t have to be, it wasn’t his place—he was no one to you, really. No one ever was. 

You picked up your pen—pay for her services. 

“She badmouthed Irene,” you didn’t look up to him, you didn’t stop writing, lest him see how upset you actually were. You weren’t about to let him make fun of you for listening to that girl.

“She lies about everything,” he was dismissive, it made you grit your teeth and bristle. He couldn’t say something nice to save his own skin, could he?

“She lies about everything,” you repeated in an annoying sort of baby voice. It sounded like he was defending her. You were pissed, alright, maybe it’d do him good to know that. “Shut the fuck up, it’s tedious enough to do this without you talking, speak again and I’ll show Mrs. Choi myself where you hide your cigarettes.”

God, you sounded like a bitch. But better it being a bitch than have your voice break because that girl insulted your sister, the only person you could truly consider family—because he seemed to not care about it.

"My, are we feisty tonight—"

"Don't test me."

"Well," you could hear the smile laced through his words, "If you're so bored, I have other ideas on how to pass the time..."

You turned on your rolling chair then, pen casted aside.

Minseok stood halfway to you, head tilted towards one side like a bird. His hair appeared darker, pin straight and glossy, as if he'd been caught on the rain; your only guess was he'd just taken a shower. He stood with his hands in the pockets of some black slacks that only reached his midriff, a sleeveless shirt hung loose on his form and revealed his toned arms, the sun-kissed color of them.

Minseok looked like he belonged here. He was, in every sense of the word, a self-confected trouble kid.

For the record, you weren't one. 

Your mother sent you here, to this trouble home, because she bitched about feeling "too much"—aggravated, tired, and lonely. And, sure, it wasn't her fault that your father chose the other family over yours just as much as it wasn't her fault either that her young boyfriend wasn't satisfied enough with her that he jumped into your bed from time to time. It was yours.

Although, funny enough, the story of how you've come to reside in Blue Moon House—or, as you liked to call it, the villa of 'where to put your child when you've given up on being a parent'—landed you Minseok, a man, as your roommate.

The rumors were quick to find the Head Master's ears that you were sent to Blue Moon after hooking up with your mother's boyfriend to keep your sexuality behind closed doors, or, as the gossip veritably went, behind "closeted doors". 

So, the Madame, Ms. Choi, a cold-hearted moron that believed that anything coming from her quote-on-quote best alumni’s—which often included Hana Yamamoto—mouths could only be but facts, assigned you to have a male roommate instead to prevent you from having any, as she called them, "passionate encounters" with girls.

Jokes on her, you'd been fucking Kim Minseok from week one.

And, seeing how he'd put his words, you were about to do so now. Although—you really did want to see him beg for it.

"Not now, Minseok," you turned back to your writings, almost chuckling at how his stance, all macho and exuding libido, failed him when you turned him down. "Ah, can't believe she's making me write two hundred of these, like I'm some kind of ki—"

The chair turned on you, and your eyes widened when Minseok leaned forward, arm stretched behind you to the back of the seat, hot and firm.

"You can't hide yourself from me, you know," his eyes–they were something, really. Cat-like and incandescent, so much so that once he looked at you, you burned. "I know you're upset. And I just want to help. You know what I mean by that."

And you did. It was something between the two of you, helping each other: forget. Something done in nights of solitude, mornings of rage, when the world could all burn up in flames and it wouldn't matter because there was not a world that wasn't hell itself, a world that you would want to remember after all you saw and felt and tasted was Minseok.

"Minseok."

Always his name on your lips did this thing to him. It made him a forest fire that began with your mouth, that ruined your lips and molded them into sensible meat, then licked down your throat. And it ignited you too. It burned your stomach down to your core, to your cunt, where you needed him the most.

"Why don't we forget tonight, kitten?"

No, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. Not with him biting the inside of your thighs, licking and leaving marks. He was supposed to beg for you, not the other way around.

"P-Please, let me finish this," you were giddy, fingers shaking as you grabbed the pen and willed yourself to write.

"Come on, weren't you the one complaining about it?" Minseok stopped on his knees, crossing his arms and pouting. Fuck him, he was absolutely adorable.

You bit your lip, maybe you really couldn't handle this guy for once. "Okay, fuck, just taste me already."

Minseok's smile returned, a dirty one, a completely nasty one. He rubbed your right thigh approvingly, then his hand came forward in a slap. "What a good kitten, begging for me to eat her out."

"Son of a—"

Your words died in your lips, neck craning back with him tugging you harshly, rising your legs above and on top of his shoulders. His face came close to your center, fingers nimble on the buttons of your shorts and a grin on his lips once he ripped them away.

The tips of his fingers teased your slit, covered still by the cloth of your underwear, and you wanted to scream. Minseok was brushing lazy circles on your clit, pressing a harsh blunt nail every second or so, then his tongue—

There was a knock on the door.

"Have you finished your sentences, young lady?" Ms. Choi's voice came from outside the door, clear with no intentions of entering so as for you to assume this was an actual punishment and this was confinement.

You squirmed, almost laughed. This was too much. You willed Minseok away with your hands, fighting every bewitched fiber in you that wanted otherwise. Yet he held your hands still, wet fingers digging onto your wrists, removed the barrier with his teeth, and rested his tingue in you.

"Fuck."

"What did you say?"

"I said yes, uh."

"Do you like this, kitten?" Minseok's voice was muffled, lips sinking in the wetness of your mound.

"Definitely!" Good God. You covered your face with your hands, lest he see you blushing, lest you moan out in bliss.

"Good. Have you seen Mr. Kim, by any chance?"

"Busy," Minseok replied, disheveled hair on his eyes, opening his mouth to let his lower lip dance along your folds. Of course, he was busy, alright—lips making love to your cunt.

"Uh," you reached for his hair in a fist, digging him deeper, arching your back higher. Then, you chuckled, an idea cooking itself up in your mind, "I heard he and Jongdae would be smoking some in his room."

Minseok stopped, looking at you with wide eyes though almost laughing, "You bitch."

"Oh, good Lord, what will I do with these kids," Ms. Choi's steps receded from the door until there were none.

Minseok and you looked at each other with a grin, until his smile turned dark and your insides tingled. "Oh, you'll pay for this."

His tongue burned against your lips, his fingers feral on your sensitive nub. His face was fucking you raw, forcing a climax out of you. 

“Fuck, Minseok. Please.”

“Please what, kitten?”

“Please—”

“Use those pretty lips, baby. Tell me exactly what you want,” agile fingers, those skillful little fucks, accompanied his tongue in your flower, making you forget how to breathe–hell, it was always this way with him.

“Don’t—shit,” you heaved, chest rocking against the movement of your hips, allowing him to taste every drop of your pleasure. 

Minseok stood up, cleaning his bottom lip with the back of his hand, it lifting up into a fucking grin. 

You sighed, gritting your teeth and forcing yourself up to take him by surprise, willing him down to the chair you'd just came onto. He breathed a laugh when you plunged yourself on top of him, straddling him so that you felt his hard on.

“Look at you, all hard and swollen. Not so mighty now, huh?” You grinded your hips on his lap, humming against his neck as his head lolled back, a hand coming up to cup your ass and another to push his hair away.

“Shit, faster, kitten,” Minseok always did enjoy a good quick hump, but you weren’t just about to give it to him after he made you go through that.

And apparently the odds weren't on his side either, with his phone ringing on his pocket and all. 

“Hello? A-Ah, Jongdae. What, Ms.Choi is there looking for me?” Minseok’s eyes narrowed at you, you gave him a smile, biting his neck. “Fuck–I’ll be there in five. Yeah, yeah, I know. Just keep her quiet. Yeah, I'll pay you, just fucking hung up already.”

“Trouble?” You batted your eyelashes, knowing he hated your games. “Why don’t we call Jongdae, I’ve always wanted to know what he tastes like.”

“Why the fuck would you call him?”

“I don’t know, there's something–ah.” You jumped, legs coiling around his hips with him lifting you up, setting you on your bed. 

Minseok kissed you then, biting your bottom lip roughly, “When it's just you and I, kitten, there's nothing else. You are only mine, understood?”

The door closed behind him and you resumed your sentences, a flush tinting your cheeks and the taste of yourself on his lips and on yours. 

The bell had chimed minutes ago, signaling the shift of classes; the only remaining of the week, at last, your sister would pick you up in a couple of hours and you’d be out of that hell hole for the last weekend of the month. 

The makeshift lecture rooms of the villa quickly filled up with students–problem makers of all sorts–halls stuffed with streams of youngsters. 

You purposely ignored everyone. From that guy Baekhyun that always smiled at you trying to sell you rubbish that was, really, probably stolen, to that shy girl Sana that was nice enough to you but that was rumored to have some serious pyromaniac tendencies. You needed to get to Ms. Choi (to hand in your sentences) and back to classes in time. And, surprise surprise, you were already late.

“My, but if it isn’t the lesbo here,” Hana Yamamoto wanted you to fail at every task of life, didn’t she?

“Out of my way, Hana,” but you were a bitch and bitches bark back. You smiled, battling lies with lies, “Or you want another session? Sure, the cash was good, wasn’t it.”

Hana gritted her teeth, “I’d save it for your sister. I’m sure she’ll need it after gambling it all away, after ruining her life like you did–”

She didn’t finish, your palm collided with her face. Everywhere around you people stopped, watched. Through the rush of adrenaline, you could hear the faint deep voice of that tall boy, Sehun, collecting money for bets. 

“Don’t you dare talk about my sister that way, you lying prune,” you tugged at her hair, grinning at her high-pitched baby screams, very aware at how much this looked like a cat fight. 

“Ms. Choi, help, she called me a prune! She’s going to kill me!”

“Young Lady!”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

“Get your hands away from Ms. Yamamoto,” Ms. Choi roared, fuming when you did just that and Hana fell to the ground, having only been held by your arms. Her brows furrowed at the girl, who screamed, “Now, now, Ms. Hana, you’ll interrupt classes.”

“But you saw what she did! She assaulted me, tried to get me in her bed and then hit me when I said no,” Hana stood up, faking the victim, smiling once the Madame wasn’t looking at her anymore. 

“That’s a lie. She–”

“I know exactly what I heard, young lady.”

It was like she was degrading you, calling you that–young lady. Couldn’t she say your name once? Were you that worthless?”

“It’s because her parents are rich, isn’t it?” Your fists clenched and unclenched at their sides. “Because the benefaction is exceptional, enough to keep their little plastic girl locked up and as far away from them as possible.”

Ms. Choi didn’t falter, face that conveyed no emotion, “I don’t think I have to remind you that you are here as well, young lady.”

She didn’t have to say any more for you to get it–you’re here too, you imbecile, you’re just as unwanted. 

“But–”

But Ms. Choi had already turned her back on you. “Don’t even give a thought about going to class and forget about packing your things, weekend for you is cancelled. I want you in Room 21 for what’s left of the day. Ms. Irene will receive a call and be informed about your whereabouts, so don’t think she’ll be here any time soon.”

She looked around, pointedly past you, “That’s all. Everybody, I want you in class before the second bell, unless you wish to join her.”

That was enough for them, no one was stupid enough to skip the only weekend they had off this purgatory. 

You caught Minseok’s eyes the second before he backed away, when his steps rang in your ears loud enough for your head to hammer on itself, for tears to manifest with their prickling and burning, with the notion that you were truly and irremediably alone. 

“What do we have here, Mr. Kim! You’re welcome to join us.”

Your head snapped up with such a fury, only to pound on itself and have your teeth grinding against each other. 

“Hey there, muffin.”

“Jongdae.”

Why the fuck did they have to have the same surname?

“You sound disappointed, where you expecting someone else?” 

Jongdae grinned, tugging a chair closer to you and sitting backwards on it. He propped his head on his hand, fingers tapping lightly on his bruised lower lip, blonde locks falling onto his eyes, covering his vision. He looked like a bleached broken version of the Cheshire Cat. 

You shook your head, “No one in particular. Why are you here?”

Yes, why was he here. There were only but you and him in Room 21, no one was dumb enough to do something and get caught on the last weekend of the month–like, ever. 

He shrugged, “Beat the crap out of that kid Sehun after he refused to pay me–said you won against Yamamoto. Clearly, you are the one here, not her.”

“So, you bet against me,” you couldn’t help the grin (finally the skies were on your side that the teacher who oversaw you was old and had bad hearing–and was half sleep), the situation was just fucking ridiculous. 

“And with reason,” Jongdae nodded. “There was not a chance that the bitch of Blue Moon would’ve let you win over her asset.”

You hummed, that was a fact. 

“If it makes you feel better, Minseok wagered on your favor.”

It did make you feel better, but you weren’t just about to show him that. “At least he got something out of it. That asshole better treat me.”

“Oh, but what makes me feel better, Sehun didn’t pay him either.”

“He kept the money.”

“That’s Sehun for you.”

“Good,” you grinned, though a bit annoyed that the kid profited out of your situation.

A minute of silence went by before Jongdae spoke again. 

“Hey, quick question, do you like Minseok?”

“You’re pretty blunt, you know,” it made him chuckle. “What are we, kids? And, no, I don’t like anyone.”

“Oh,” he was scrutinizing you, making you shift on your seat. “Interesting, because, you know? I know someone that likes you.”

That was interesting. Like a little girl, you scooted closer to him. “Who?”

Jongdae grabbed your jaw, slender fingers digging onto your skin, bringing your lips closer to his. 

He smiled, “No one in particular.”

Your hand shoved at his chest, head shaking with a grin, “Oh, really–”

“You two can stop canoodling there, it’s time for dinner and I have to clean my dentures, leave!”

You pushed past the door to your room with a sigh. Minseok was nowhere in sight.

Fuck him. I could’ve at least given him a blow job or shit to keep me distracted–

Something caught your eye. A letter sitting on your rolling chair. Who even wrote letters anymore? 

Only one idiot, that’s for sure

The Bitch of Blue Moon’s Office. 1:00 a.m. Wear nothing a dress, something pretty. 

Sincerely, no one in particular.

The halls were dark and quiet, donning the airs of a ghost town, the tunes of white noise. There was no one in the villa but perhaps the cook, a cleaning agent, Jongdae, you and–and him. What was he doing here?

You opened the door to Madame Choi’s office cautiously, unsure of what would be behind. But there was only him, as always, only ever him.

“Minseok, what–the fuck are you wearing?”

“Something sexy.”

“It looks like my mother’s nightgown.”

“Doesn’t it make you feel hot?”

“Not at all,” you grinned, closing the door behind you with a soft click. 

You stepped into the room, where it was most luminous, rubbing your arms away from the chill of the night. You gasped quietly, enchanted by the milky pool of light that poured like honey from the vast window panels.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Minseok said, eyes electrified with the charm of the moon–they were. 

“The last time I came here I cursed the woman for being such a bitch even with this view,” your smile dropped, remembering the day. “It was when my mother–”

“Stop, I didn’t bring you here to remember,” Minseok took your face in his hands, looked at you, really saw you. 

He was exquisite in his white and black silk shirt and tight black trousers, chest-fluttering with those long strands of dark hair on his eyes, with that earing dangling on his left ear. Minseok was, without a doubt, a trouble maker, a hopeless irredeemable heart-breaker. 

You shook your head, not sure you could handle more than just anything, really. “I can’t not think about it, Minseok. They’re right, they’re all right. I ruined myself from the beginning. I set myself up for failure, don’t you see? I wanted to be something, anything. But I’m just like a sinking fucking ship, bringing everyone else down with me. Now it’s Irene, then it could be you–”

Your voice broke against his embrace. Fuck, you truly didn't want to cry, not in front of him, not if front of anyone. But you couldn’t do anything about it, not really. Not when his arms were so strong around you, when he made you feel like crying was alright, as if being weak for once and allowing yourself to lean against him made you this indestructible untouchable being. 

Minseok called you by your name–not kitten, not baby, your name–like it were this precious forbidden thing on his lips that could become a dangerous weapon.

“I never want you to feel like you’re not good enough. And I know words mean shit but look at you. Look at you. There’s not a thing about you that isn’t right. I might be biased, yes, but, hell. You’re fucking powerful. Your mother sent you here because she was afraid of you, you understand that, right? 

“Irene is with you because she loves you, because she knows as much as I do that your mother was nothing but a coward that couldn’t control her little boyfriend and blamed it all on you that he preferred you, that he couldn’t keep his dick in check with women that looked like you. And Ms. Choi–the bitch could only think about keeping you here because she knows she can’t win against you, and that, really, your words mean more than hers.”

You pulled back to look at him, tears blurring him in tangled lines, bright visions. You couldn’t help the blush that burned your cheeks. 

“You really want to get in my pants tonight, huh?”

“Which reminds me, you’re not wearing a dress like I ask–”

You wouldn’t let him finish, your lips crashing against his, your hands coiling behind his neck. 

“Help me,” you clawed at his dress shirt, bringing him for dear life towards you, on top of you, so that his body covered yours, your weakness. “Help me forget.”

“Oh, I’m doing more than that, kitten,” Minseok hoisted you up, settling you high on the vast office table by the window, scooting a tall chair aside. “Ever thought about making love in the Bitch’s office?”

No. No, you never thought about making love in the Madame’s office, what the hell was he talking about? Either way, it seemed like your only option at the moment, and you weren’t precisely upset by that. 

“No, but you can show me,” you pushed everything away, kneeling on the cold polished glass of the table. 

You tugged at Minseok’s shirt–which, admittedly, did make you feel very fucking hot–willing it off his body. He was all lean and muscles underneath, rich honey undertones and blushes tinting his skin. Minseok was bloody glorious, stumbling around in between kisses, groaning once your fingers curled on the waistband of his briefs, pushing them down. 

You smiled, “Were you touching yourself before I came in here?”

“Fuck, kitten,” he forced your head near, close enough for your chest to collide with his. Enough to kiss your lips, to bite your tongue–enough for you to swallow his groans when you touched him there. 

You pushed him away, licking your lips in his face, making sure he saw how they bloomed with his kisses. Then, you brought your mouth down, encasing his cock–

“Shit, baby, use your tongue,” you did as he ordered, giving his tip a few kitten licks before flattening your tongue on his sides, traveling the path of his veins. “Fuck.”

His fingers coiled on your hair, bringing you up and down on him, keeping it away from your face. He was thrusting into your mouth, his moans like a siren song in your ears, making you mewl around him. 

“Stop.”

Minseok pulled you up, ravaging your mouth with his taste on it with his, making you whimper, “As much as I want to fuck your mouth right now, it’s not fair if I’m the only one naked, is it?”

You grinned, “Oh, I think it is.”

He hummed, laying you down on the table, “I think the only thing that isn’t fair here is that you’re not wearing a dress, like I asked.”

Minseok was smiling, fumbling with the buttons of your jeans, making your heart absolutely flutter-ish.

“I don’t know what makes you think I’m going to do whatever you ask.”

“Well, you didn’t complain about using your tongue to suck on my cock, did you,” he tugged harshly at your legs, stripping you away from your pants and underwear, eliciting a moan from you. “Look at you, baby. Wearing my shirt with no bra on because you know how hard it gets me that I can fuck your tits with my mouth that easily.”

“Bloody hell, Minseok,” you gasped, seeing as he tugged at his oversized shirt that hung too loose–enough for your breasts to pop out from above the collar and for him to devour them. 

You were always this paradox with Minseok. This shaking vulnerable thing that was immune to fire, to any hell that the world became. 

His dick hadn’t even touched you and already you felt a climax coming, just from him ravaging your bosom.

“Hell, fuck me already.”

“Patience, my love,” his hands were strong on your back, heaving you up so that your ass rested on the brink of the table, your bare legs hanging close to his sides. 

Minseok grabbed his cock with his right hand, keeping the left one on the base of your spine, bringing you clothed breasts flush to his abdomen. He rubbed the tip against your clit, shushing the cries that escaped from you in between his kisses. Then, he entered you. 

“Min–” you were breathing heavily, lungs nearly imploding. Your back was hitting the border of the table unceremoniously with each of his thrusts, nails scratching his back in raw pleasure, and you could scarcely say his name. “–seok.”

“You feel,” Minseok couldn’t get a word out through his grinding either, head thrown forth into your neck, tasting the expanse of your collarbones, leaving his marks in darling purples and nasty pinks. “Like fucking heaven.”

You were sinking into him, molding yourself to his skin, his bones, him. Minseok was breaking you and him and making something lovely, making you a thing that was all snapping hips, coiling fingers, clashing lips, and starlight eyes. 

“Kitten, I–”

“Don’t say it,” you brought his forehead to yours, breaths lacing into one single sensual thing. “Let me ride you.”

“Fuck, if you say it like that.”

Minseok had his back to the glass-paneled table in the time it took you to pry away your shirt, hands coming up to squeeze your breasts, giving them a slap.

“My kitten is so pretty, so–shit.”

Your back arched forward, feeling his cock filling you up with each bounce. He was swollen and dangerously close to bursting, burning you from the inside out. 

Minseok’s head dropped back against the table with a thud, making you laugh. Hell, you couldn’t be more happy. How dare he make you like this?

“Fuck you, Kim Minseok.”

“You are doing it right now, yeah.”

“Idiot–ah.”

His hands shifted from your breasts to your neck, applying just the right pressure. Minseok was making you see visions, pretty thing that only dwelled in moments like this, when he was buried deep inside you and your heart swelled with something you were too afraid to name out loud. 

“Baby, I’m–”

“I know, fuck, I know.”

You felt it too. The indisputable feeling of fulfillment, the sense of finding something unexpected and precious at the absolutely right time. 

You fell first onto his form, colliding with the exquisite entirety of him, his sex-dripping body and love-fueled soul. You whimpered and trembled, contained only by his arms that held your waist, by his kisses that colored your face. 

Minseok was tense underneath you, maybe with the strain of sex. Yet you knew him all too well–something was bothering him. 

And he knew you knew, his hands tender, drawing circles on your back when he spoke first.

“Fuck, I think I love you,” Minseok was breathless, heart hammering against his chest and yours. 

No, he was terrified. 

And so were you. 

“I think I do too.”

looks like jenny is gonna go on a diet.

I couldn’t decide so I’m gonna do both but firsttttt, Cody and his fashionable new straw hat

Hope your birthday month is a good one! 🥳

It was a good one! Even though it’s been a couple months since my bday month (July) I’m still working through the requests. Here you go @ahsokatano-thetogruta ! I didn’t grow up with fireflies so I always think they’re magical. I like to think Tup and Dogma would feel the same 🥰