Can I Request Like A Friend's With Benefits Situation With Hoshi?

can i request like a friend's with benefits situation with hoshi?

i haven't written for hoshi at ALL so yes, this is perfect!! <3 that, and fwb is literally my favorite trope (next to enemies/exes to lovers heh)

⟣ friends with benefits hoshi ⟢ wc: 0.9k words minors do not interact!

You've always thought Soonyoung wasn't all that different from the sun.

He's often described as this big ball of energy who can't really contain all of it inside his own body. A similar thought crossed your mind when you were paired up with him for a class during freshman year, and when you inevitably found out he was a dancer, you weren't even surprised anymore.

His performances are a good way to channel all that vigor so he won't implode because of his own liveliness. Soonyoung was ridiculously talkative on his own, but when he gets to express himself through graceful yet precise movements? It's a different kind of mesmerizing.

You didn't really think you'd get to see him again since the class you shared already concluded last semester. But after finding out that Soonyoung often goes busking in the university quad with his friends, you're loath to admit that you've become a part of their regular audience.

You thought you could just watch him snap his body to the beat of whatever song they're performing in peace like always. Not like you expected campus crush Kwon Soonyoung to remember you when you don't even take the same degree program.

But right after their mid-semester performance, Soonyoung sprints towards your retreating form, yanking your arm back with an intensity that makes you yelp in surprise.

"Hey!" He beams, loosening his grip when he's sure you're not going anywhere. "You've been coming to our performances a lot. You were my partner in Lit class, right?"

You stare at him inquisitively, wary of the odd looks being thrown your way as you and Soonyoung stand in front of the main building's entrance.

"Uh," you start, bouncing on the balls of your feet. "Yeah. I didn't think you'd remember."

Soonyoung gasps like you just made an offensive joke. "Why would I forget someone as pretty as you?"

You aren't one to keep tabs on other people you go to school with, but you know, for one, that Soonyoung doesn't have a reputation for wooing people with cheesy pick-up lines.

No, he was too wrapped up in putting together the best dance routines and choreographies his perpetually buzzing brain could come up with to even spare a thought about flirting with other people. This is something you've come to understand more and more the longer you are into your friendship with Soonyoung.

But if that's really the case...

"You're so, so pretty. Have I told you that?"

Soonyoung's breath is hot against your ear as his fingers trail up the intricate scaffold of your spine—making you shiver as he latches his lips onto the cut of your jaw.

"Only a dozen and a half times," you sigh, carding your fingers through his newly bleached hair. White suits him a bit too much, you think. "Don't you have any more compliments up your sleeve? That's kind of getting old."

His laughter vibrates against his chest as he crowds you further up the wall of the nightclub where he's decided to pounce on you tonight. This isn't the first time Soonyoung has pulled you a bit too close, giving a bit too sultry kisses for mere friends to share, but the thought still stands.

He is the sun, and you're no different from Icarus the damned.

You aren't sure what it is that's giving your head a pleasant buzz—the alcohol, the music, Soonyoung's fingers buried inside your sopping cunt, or a combination of all three.

He's always so eager, so desperate to see you crumble beneath his touch, that when he presses your foreheads together to stare at you with a look that's not so different from a man in love, you nearly fool yourself into thinking that...whatever you have with him is more than what it actually is.

"Soooo fucking pretty," Soonyoung whispers, curling his fingers in a way that has you clinging onto him like your life depended on it. "I love how wet you always are; how tight you always get for me."

"Then f-fuck me already, Soonie," you whimper, nails raking across his designer jacket as his fingers graze the sensitive patch of flesh inside you. "Not like you haven't done that here already."

Soonyoung lets out another low-pitched laugh before capturing your lips again, framing the syllables of your name with a fondness that's always been there, but one you repeatedly chose to ignore.

You're lucky enough to be tangled up with one of the hottest fucking guys in your university. You're not about to push your luck and ponder getting anything more from him.

He's always been a giver. When Soonyoung makes you cream on his fingers, all he does is lick your essence off each digit before kissing you again—pulling away before you can even offer to get on your knees for him here on the dingy floor.

"Just seeing you all wrecked for me is enough," he snickers, despite the bulge straining against his jeans. "Enjoy the rest of the night, pretty."

When he walks back into the dancefloor, he's no different from the boy that caught your attention in the quad all those years ago. Dancing and moving to the rhythm like he hasn't just thrown you off of yours when he fingered you out in the open.

No matter how many times Soonyoung calls you pretty, you can't help but think that he'll always be more worthy of the title.

But you deliberately choose not to stare at him all night like some sort of lovesick damsel. You know better than that.

Stare at the sun for too long, and you'll go blind.

⟢ end notes: hoshi as the overly attached half of the fwb set-up and reader as the in-denial half, so true <3 i like to think that he's the type to have no problem expressing these tiny notes of affection, but at the same time is kind of oblivious as to what those words/actions really entail so reader gets a bit over her head abt it sometimes. hoshi is a lil unaware like that, i'm afraid.

I’m losing my mind (trans. cr.btstranslation_)

the stresses of a humble ceo - l.sm

pairing: ceo!seokmin x female!secretary!reader

w.c.: roughly 2.8k

rating: smut minors do NOT interact

warnings: hard dom!seokmin, seungkwan makes an appearance, throat fucking, semi-public activities, oral (m. receiving), mentions of reader touching themself, seokmin has a throat bulge kink, cumming in readers throat, use of pet names (darling mostly), dirty talk

synopsis: seokmin has been icing out his coworkers, and it's up to you and your throat to find out why

a/n: I hope u enjoy! dom seok has been on the brain for weeks

Your boss had been unusually taciturn and reserved the entire morning. Usually, Seokmin is a bright, cheerful man who spreads positivity throughout the workplace. He had built his company from the ground up, was extremely humble about his beginnings and even shared some of his lowest moments with you, his secretary.

You had been Seokmin’s secretary for just over 12 months, and you had loved every moment of it. Sure, there were quite a few nights where you stayed back to help fill out paperwork or stay back all night to work on a big project that was due the following day, but you wouldn't trade it for anything.

The entire office was talking in hushed tones, almost as if they were walking around on eggshells. You felt confusion, worry and concern bubble up inside you, while everyone around you shot worried looks in your direction as you walked towards your desk. You hardly had time to set your bag and coffee down before account manager Seungkwan comes rushing over to your desk, panic filling his features.

“Thank god you’re here, Seokmin has been so eerily quiet and hasn’t spoken a word to anyone today, can you talk to him?” His voice sounds strained, and you’re almost certain you can see a bead of sweat on his hairline, threatening to trickle down at the next minor inconvenience.

You give him a curt nod and watch him scurry off to complete his multiple piles of paperwork. There were a million thoughts running through your mind about what could possibly happen when you step foot into Seokmin’s office, but you figured the only way to find out what was truly on his mind was to see him and speak face to face.

After shrugging off your blazer, you walk slowly toward Seokmin’s office. The door is closed, which would normally indicate he’s not inside, but you can hear faint muttering and his palms smacking against the desk on the odd occasion, which confirms that he’s inside. You can see Seungkwan eyeing you off from across the office, giving you a somewhat encouraging thumbs up as you rap your hand against the door of Seokmin’s office quickly.

“Come in.”

You feel a chill run down your spine at the tone of his voice; it definitely seemed colder than usual, and as you step inside the office you feel as if the temperature drops another 10 degrees. You shut the door behind you, before finally turning around to face the CEO. 

His hair is quiffed up with gel, exposing his forehead. You can see his blazer strewn haphazardly across the arm of his leather chair, and he had rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt, exposing his toned arms and making his biceps look even bigger than usual.

You swallow and let your head fall, your eyes trained on your heels that you definitely should've polished before you came into the office. Seokmin is silent, but you can hear the slight rustle of his pants as he moves from behind his desk to stand in front of it. You observe his brown shoes, the way that his ankles are crossed and his pants are riding up just enough that you can see his bright blue socks with ducks on them. Cute.

“What’s so funny?”

His deep voice snaps you out of your trance, and you hadn't even realized the edges of your lips were upturned. You quickly wipe the smile off your face and let your head hang slightly lower, too embarrassed to even look at his shoes now.

“You didn’t answer me. What’s. So. Funny?” 

Seokmin’s voice is sharp, and definitely sends a chill down your spine and you can feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. While you were slightly scared, it also kind of had you pressing your thighs together, the sheer dominant aura radiating off his being has goosebumps erupting along your arms and legs.

“Nothing, sir.”

He’s silent for a moment and then crosses the room quickly so that he’s standing in front of you. You can feel his stare boring into the top of your head, which makes your blood run cold. When you don’t look at him, one of his hands comes up and runs gently along your jaw, before his fingers are lifting up your chin and you’re staring directly into his eyes.

You have to gasp at the sight of him now. His once warm, brown pupils are now almost black, his lips plump and pink, presumably from being bitten, and a large smirk stretching across his features, sending the butterflies into your stomach into a rampage.

“What did you call me?”

His voice is softer now, and you can feel yourself melting into the grasp he has on your chin, but you can still hear the dominant side of him, and it makes your panties stick to you just a little more. You gulp and try to avoid eye contact, but he simply clears his throat so that you’ll bring your attention back to him.

“Answer me.”

“I…I called you sir.”

He smirks and grips your jaw tighter. He takes a step back, which instinctively makes you take your own step back. He takes another step, so you do the same. He does this until you’re back against a wall, and he slots one of his thighs between your leg, the slightly scratchy fabric rubbing deliciously against your panties.

“Why are you here, my darling secretary?”

Your heart skips a beat at the slight pet name, but you keep your composure and stare at him squarely in the eyes, a grin forming on your lips when his smirk falters at your sudden spark of confidence.

“Everyone around the office has said that you’ve been a bit of an asshole today, want to tell me what’s going on?”

Your heart is racing, you can see his facial features turn from that of surprise to anger, through confusion, and finally landing on something you weren't quite sure how to portray. His smirk drops and so does his head, falling onto your collarbone and heaving a heavy sigh.

“I didn’t mean to, I’ve just had a lot of stressful nights with some rival company that’s trying to edge us out of business. It’s kept me up at night and I guess…it’s finally just getting to me.”

He sighs again and lifts his head, and you can now see clearly how exhausted he seems. From just a small glance, you can see how tired his features are; how the circles under his eyes are much darker than normal, and how he looks ready to collapse from exhaustion at any given moment. Your heart pangs at the sight of him, and you truly feel terrible.

You hum in thought, the gears in your head turning with all the possible ideas on how to relieve his stress until you come to the idea that would surely help him out.

“I have an idea on how to relieve your stress…if you’d like.” 

Seokmin has confusion seeping across his features once again as he waits for you to continue, his eyes urging you to continue your sentence. While you hesitate to bring your idea to the table, he drinks in your form. Slightly mussed hair, your skirt riding up your thighs and revealing your glorious thighs to him, making his dick twitch in his work pants.

But he’d never admit to his secretary of all people, that he’d had dreams of fucking you senseless, hearing your moans and spreading your legs apart so he can drill his cock into you-

“Sir?”

The nickname has his thoughts jumpstarting and his cock jolting in his pants again, and he’s not quite sure what to think now that he’s certain he has a sir kink. He shakes his head and refocuses his attention on you, his eyes widening slightly when he sees you've unbuttoned your blouse down to your chest, your cleavage on full display for him.

He gulps and moves to sit in his leather chair, you trailing not far behind. He watches as you lean against his oak desk nonchalantly, your hand reaching out and letting your fingertips graze over the backs of his hands, a shiver cascading over Seokmin’s body at the slight touch.

“W-what’s your idea?” He chokes out, feeling his dick getting harder by the second. He watches you intently with wide eyes as you crouch on the ground next to him, knees flat on the scratchy carpet. You don’t move for a couple of seconds, just smirking at him as he feels his heart rate increase to potentially dangerous levels.

“Well, I could let you use my throat if you want, it’s not much but…” you trail your sentence off to let your words sink in, and it’s like you can see the dominant change in him once he realizes what you’ve offered. His eyes darken and become slightly hooded, and you can now clearly see the tent in his slacks, not hiding his evident interest.

“Say no more, darling, it would be an honour to use your throat, but you’re gonna have to work for it first, alright?” His voice has dropped an octave and you’re certain there’s a puddle between your thighs, but you do your best to ignore it as you nod and bring your hands up to his slacks.

You palm him slowly first, watching as he sighs lightly and lets his head fall back against the chair. From the awkward angle you’re kneeling in, you observe his hands digging into the armchair, possibly in an attempt to hold himself back from gripping your hair. You smirk and let your hand push harder against his erection, eliciting a deep moan that arose from the very depths of his chest.

“F-fuck, you’re such a fucking tease,” he grunts out, one hand relenting from its place on the armrest and coming up to weave through the strands of hair atop your scalp and hold tightly. You can feel his fingernails dig into the skin slightly, and it only urges you to move forward with your plan and unzip his slacks, the bulge in his underwear straining to be removed from its confines.

Without a second thought, you place your mouth along his bulge, which causes him to suck a breath in. He stays silent as you work your hot mouth over his boxers, his cock twitching under the restraints, his eye twitching with the need to fuck your mouth just so that you’ll stop teasing.

He can feel his stomach tightening, and he pulls your mouth off his boxers reluctantly, just to see your lust-filled eyes and he feels himself falling down a hole that he can’t climb out of. He watches as your smirk falls when he stands and shoves his pants down to his ankles, his boxers following suit.

You can’t help the way your eyes widen when Seokmin’s cock springs out of his boxers and saps against his abdomen. It’s thick, which you had already gathered from mouthing over it, but it’s also at least 7 inches. Just the thought of him stretching you out, the fat head pumping into you roughly, has your panties soaking even more and you’re sure they’re ruined by now.

You move to stand so that he has more room to move, but he keeps you planted by placing a hand on your shoulder, and standing over you darkly. He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times, and you feel your cheeks warm at the lewdness of the entire situation. 

“Your offer had my head spinning sweetheart, so I’m going to take you up on that offer. Tap my thigh twice if you need to tap out, otherwise, I’m going to be abusing your throat until I cum. Understood?”

He smirks when you nod quickly, your mouth opening automatically and your heart beating rapidly as he moves closer and lets the tip slide onto your tongue. It’s heavy and you can taste the slight tang of precum already, and you close your eyes to savour the taste of him. While it has a slightly bitter taste, the horniness coursing through your system cancels it out and you can hardly taste it by the time he begins a steady rhythm of fucking your throat.

Seokmin starts slow, his cock twitching at the feeling of your warm, tight mouth encasing him. He lets himself fall into the bliss of fucking his cock into you, both of his hands coming up to attach to your scalp once again. You slack your jaw a little bit, giving him access to fuck himself into your mouth as he pleases.

With one glance up at him, on your knees, he loses any willpower he had and begins to fuck your throat faster, his cock ramming into your mouth like it’s his own personal toy. You take the opportunity to unbutton your blouse all the way, exposing your lacy sage-green lingerie. While you hadn’t expected anything to happen, it was just your luck you had worn his favourite colour to work.

His hips stutter and he watches as you shrug off your black blouse, finally exposing all the details on your lingerie set. Soft, satiny sage green that was offset with small emerald rhinestones. Everything about it made his stomach grow tight again, and when you took the opportunity to suck his cock while he was in a trance, something clicked inside of him.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth, the action causing you to gasp for air. He tugs on your hair and pulls you to a standing position before he’s pushing papers off his desk and manipulating your body so that you are now on your back on his desk, your head leaning over the edge.

Your heart beats rapidly, while he stands over you with his cock in his hand. He smirks and admires the view; bra straps falling off your shoulders, skirt hiked up so far that he can see your matching panties, dark spot evident on the front. At this point, Seokmin feels like he is about to combust, and can hardly handle seeing you like this.

“You’re going to be a good girl and let me fuck your throat again like this, right? You’re going to be my good cocksleeve.” He groans and lets his cock slide into your mouth again, but this time he can see the way his cock bulges in your throat, and it sends him spiralling into a whole new dimension of needing to cum.

“Oh, fuck, your throat feels so fucking good…can’t believe I hadn’t done this sooner…” He groans out, feeling all his stress melting away with each thrust into your tightening throat. He can feel the way you moan around him, and it only drives him ever closer to the brink of no return.

Seokmin picks up his pace, thrusting into your throat like his life depends on it. He can see the way his cock slides in and out of your throat, the bulge growing and disappearing as he fucks continually into your throat. He can hear your moans and groans and see the way one of your hands is sliding down to your underwear.

“Go on, darling, touch yourself while I use your pretty mouth.” He instructs with a groan, and you moan around his cock while you slide your hand under your panties, causing his hips to stutter which forces his cock deeper into your throat on accident, effectively making you deepthroat him. Seokmin feels your throat contract violently around his tip, and he can’t help but let himself go with a loud whine as he paints your throat white with his cum.

He takes a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down, before pulling his softening cock out of your mouth and whistling at the sight of you. Your hair is knotted, tangled beyond repair, and your eyes are glazed over with a dark lust that indicates you might still be wanting more (not that he’d mind).

While you take the time to sit up and slowly gather up your clothing, he hurries around his office like a mouse, picking up his papers and other office supplies that were strewn across the floor in his haze of lust. He watches you carefully, slowly buttoning up your blouse and picking up your heels that had fallen off at some point.

“Wait, before you finish getting dressed, can I repay the favour?”

You turn and face him in shock, not expecting him to even want to reciprocate and that this was a once-off event. He walks the distance between you and stands in front of you, eyes dark again and he slowly slides your blouse off your shoulders. When you don’t attempt to stop him, he gets onto his knees and shifts your skirt up, exposing your drenched panties.

“I can tell you want this, so just say the word, darling, and I’ll make you see stars.”

“I want this.”

“Good, because I know I feel less stressed after that session, so maybe I can reduce some of your stress too.”

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labyrinth || knj (a,f)

pairing: kim namjoon x f!reader

genre: angst. fluffy at the end tho because i love happy endings :)

a/n: inspired by labyrinth from taylor’s album

tags/warnings: crying, namjoon is scary when he’s upset, kissing, soft namjoon.. the boyfriend we all want but can’t have tbh

summary: in which you try to save your relationship with namjoon

As you stepped into the dimly lit restaurant, your heart was already heavy with the weight of your problems. You and Namjoon had been arguing for weeks now, and tonight’s dinner was supposed to be a chance to clear the air and try to salvage what was left of your relationship.

You could see him already seated at a table in the corner, his broad shoulders hunched over a menu. The restaurant was deserted, with no one occupying the space near the table he picked. As you approached, you noticed his tense posture and the crease in his forehead that suggested he was already on edge.

“Hey,” you said softly, sliding into the seat across from him.

“Hey,” he replied, his tone clipped.

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LOVE SCENE — LEE SEOKMIN ࿐

summary. you’re scared that seokmin might want to go separate ways after graduation, but he proves, in more ways than one, that he wants you. forever.

wc. 2.3k

warnings. college au. nerdy soft dom!seokmin, breeding kink xx, obscene amounts of dirty talk, pinch of angst, literal love making, unprotected sex, marriage kink, HEAVY praise, baby talk, v minimal plot im sorry — MINORS DNI 18+

note. DAMN ok i have a lot to say so i’ll keep it short. ONE this was a request but like i kinda didn’t do anything the request asked for and im so sorry, i hope u can forgive me anon. TWO i literally lost sight of the plot so dont ask me abt any missing details ehehb just enjoy seok being hot <3 THREE happy belated birthday to my minnie <3 FOUR thank u to my luvr @rkiv4d for beta-ing. yas ok enjoy

p.s. reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciated— i also love to hear ur thoughts <3

how seokmin pulled you, the most beautiful girl to ever walk the earth, he has no clue. he’s what people call a ‘nerd’ with his thick-rimmed glasses and his abnormally high IQ and you’re the pretty girl that didn’t understand the simplicity of covalent and ionic bonds who fell head over heels for him. 

you couldn’t help it, he was so smart and so fucking pretty. he was awkward and he giggled when he got nervous and he was so unbelievably goofy that it had you laughing till you cried. nevertheless, he was the most beautiful man ever. 

then you asked him out. he remembers it like it was yesterday. the last day of your chem class– the end of the first semester of your sophomore year– right after your final. you thanked him incessantly, giving him a hug for helping you get a B in the class. you told him you’d rather thank him another way— another way being a date. with you. at your place with a homemade dinner. 

he would’ve been stupid to decline. so he didn’t. and the rest was history. seokmin became your boyfriend, grew more confident in himself, and fell in love with you.

now you’re in your final year, the last few weeks approaching quickly, and you’ve been anxious. anxious about seokmin leaving you, anxious about going separate ways after graduation, anxious that this was all just fun and games till it was time to get serious about life.

seokmin has picked up on your behavioral patterns over the past 2 years. he knows you so well, probably better than anyone else in your life– probably better than he knows himself. 

so when seokmin sees you evading his eyes with his cock stretching you open, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“hey,” he whispers, stilling inside of you. when you don’t turn your head and your eyes are still closed, he calls for you. “baby?”

you feel your heart clench at the pet name. “hmm?” you hum.

“baby, do you not wanna do this anymore?” he questions worriedly, ready to pull away from you. “i can pull out.”

you mumble, “i-i do.” 

he cocks his head even more confused, “talk to me, pretty, what’s going on?”

he pushes into you some more, making you gasp and you can feel his expectant eyes burning holes into your face. you then realize he’s not gonna let this go, but it’s partially your fault for letting your mind wander while he was putting away the dinner you guys ate. you decide to just come out with it.

“‘m just… so scared of graduating…” you whimper between your words, eyes screwing tighter. 

he hums, “look at me, baby.” the demand comes out so soft, yet the sheer dominance of his voice makes you clench around him. you turn your head on the pillow, opening your eyes, and finally looking at him. “why?”

you shudder at the eye contact. he looks so pretty, so concerned over you, yet you’re still tense and oh-so nervous. the topic of post-grad has never come up, and now you’re mid-fuck about to tell him how you want to be with him forever. 

“i-i’m scared that… that you’re gonna go off without me,” you pant, hands wrapping around his biceps and holding him to keep you stable. 

“where am i gonna go, beautiful?” he whispers, bottoming out and fully sheathing himself inside of you. 

you whimper again, his massive cock filling you so well. “s-scared you’re gonna go do big things ‘n leave me…” 

he freezes at that, eyes widening, “leave you?” he asks incredulously as if he couldn’t believe that you’d ask that question. “baby, you think i’d leave you?” 

you nod slowly. “i dunno, ‘s just that i’ve been thinking ‘n you’re so smart– gonna go get a real job that’s across the country or something…” 

he’s honestly bewildered. why would you ever think something like that when he’s tried so hard to show you how much he loves you every single day?

“oh, baby, i would never fucking leave you.” he presses his forehead yours, nose rubbing against yours. “pretty fucking thing, i adore you— love you. more than anything.”

your eyes glisten with tears at the reassurance. you feel yourself relax under him, entirely fluttering at his words. “really?”

“yes, really. how can i prove it to you? want me to put a ring on your finger?” he whispers, breath fanning against your face. 

you gasp, clenching around him again, fingers digging into his muscles. he smiles, chuckling airly at your reaction. 

“my pretty baby wants that? you like that idea?” he asks, his sultry voice filling your ears. “you wanna be my wife?”

you nod your head, eyes fluttering shut as you moan, “yeah, w-wanna be your wife.” 

your response has seokmin reeling. he pulls his hips back and slams back into you making both of you moan again. 

“yeah? bet you want my kids, too.” he states boldly, mind cringing at his words and internally freaking out that you’ll get turned off at them. 

you choke, clamping tightly around his length. “f-fuck.” you cry. “d-don’t say things like that, seok.”

“why? ‘cuz i’m right?” he grunts, thrusts growing faster.

you nod your head and seokmin nearly cries, cock twitching at the idea of pumping you full of cum and getting you pregnant with his kids. you’d be such a great mom and he’d love having a mini-seok running around a nice, big house fit to take a family. 

admittedly, he’s been wanting to talk about his future with you. he’s been fantasizing about it since the first time he said he loved you. fantasizing about you being his wife and living together in a big house and having three kids and living happily ever after as if it were some fairytale. he’s imagined your kids and how they would be a constant reminder of his everlasting love for you. he hopes that they’ll look like both of you– kids with your eyes and his nose. he’d kill for that.

“wanna put a baby in you,” he mumbles, lips ghosting over yours. “swear to god, ‘m gonna give you everything you want– ‘ll get you a ring ‘n a house– everything. just say the word.”

you lift your head to press your lips to his, moaning into his mouth like a mad woman. your stomach drops in anticipation, suddenly craving the feeling of his warm cum filling you to the brim, sure to get you pregnant. your legs wrap around him, heels digging into his back and you can’t resist the cry that he ends up swallowing at the new angle. 

seokmin pulls back, panting, “gonna let me give it to you, baby?” 

“uh-huh!” you nod, eyes screwing shut and jaw going slack as his speed increases. “yes, yes, please give it to me.” your response is wavered as you nearly choke on a sob of pleasure. 

and you know the decision is haste– a baby even though you still have a month left of undergrad seems… absurd to say the very least, but you don’t need to think about anything. you know seokmin. you know he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. he's an amazing boyfriend and person in general. you already know he’d make an even more amazing husband and father. 

who would’ve thought the nerdy man with glasses who was insanely good at chemistry would be the one you ended up with?

he lets out a guttural moan, “such a good girl, always saying please.” he praises, slamming into your sweet spot repeatedly.

and jesus fucking christ, your moans and cries are like music to his fucking ears. 

his head falls into your neck, licking and sucking at your skin. “never gonna leave, i promise. gonna make you mine, gonna take care of you.” he mumbles into the skin as he continues to mark and ravage you. 

the stimulation and his words are sending you into orbit as your stomach churns and tightens at the feeling of his cock rearranging your insides. his strokes are impressive, never missing a beat and unrelentingly hitting the spot that makes you crumble. 

he feels you tighten around him, gummy walls squeezing him in and he curses, “shit, is my pretty girl gonna cum already?” his voice borders on condescending, but it only makes the tightrope in your stomach all the more closer to completely unraveling. 

“y-yeah, so close,” you moan breathily as your pants increase, chest rising and falling rapidly. “so fuckin’ close, min, ‘m gonna cum.”

his lips find your ear and he whispers hotly against the shell, “come on, baby, cum for me so i can fill you up.” he gently tugs at your earlobe with his teeth and you can’t resist, back arching with a shiver running down your spine.

your orgasm brings you immense pleasure, white spots filling your vision as you cum with a loud sob. you feel it in your entire body, from your curled toes to your thrown back head. your eyes roll back, calling out his name and raking your nails down the skin of his arms. 

he coos, holding back a groan at the way you get even tighter as you soak him in arousal. “thaaat’s it, baby, just like that. so, so good for me.” he coaxes you through your euphoric high, fucking you through it as he always does. 

“s-so good,” you slur, parroting his words as your mind numbs a bit. 

he moans, letting the sound of your whimpers and the lewd sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room. he buries his head in your neck again, desperately rutting into you so he can let go, too. your eyes flutter closed again and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. 

your overstimulated pussy pulses around him as you listen and whine along to your lover's muffled moans. you can tell he’s close. so close to giving you the life you’ve imagined for almost 2 years. so close to being yours forever. 

“seok, cum inside me,” you whisper and his hips stutter, yet they keep moving as if they have a mind of their own. he lifts his head and looks at you– his eyes are clouded over and teary, yet they’re filled with all the love in the world.

he looks so beautiful above you. his face is scrunched up in pleasure, brows knitted, eyes droopy, mouth hung open as pretty sounds exit his loose lips.

“i… fucking love you…so much.” he says in between pants, thrusts growing sloppy. the telltale signs of his fast approaching orgasm becoming heavily apparent. “god, so much, baby, love you so much.”

you nod your head, mirroring his pleasured face. “me too, seok, i love you.” your words are a bit scrambled, but seokmin makes sense of them– understands you so well. 

his eyes roll back a bit at your response, brain momentarily malfunctioning, but he comes back seconds later. “gonna take this load like a good girl, right, pretty? gonna get pregnant and let me marry you?” he moans out breathily, cock now twitching uncontrollably. 

“yes, yes, yes, please, wan’ it so bad!” you beg.

it’s all he needs to press his hips to yours, stilling there, and releasing inside of you while he moans out your name so prettily. it’s a newfound feeling for both of you– his cum coating your cunt, filling you up till it’s spilling on his freshly washed sheets. he’s grown accustomed to finishing on your skin or into a condom, but this? this is all very new. this is something he now can’t live without.

you think the same thing when you feel him spraying your walls with his thick ropes of cum. it feels so good– so euphoric– while it’s leaking out of you. you don’t know how you’ve gone your entire adult life without experiencing this at least once.  

“c-came so much, baby…” you whimper, feeling him pull his cock out of you. 

as soon as he sees his release dripping out of you, he groans softly, already feeling hard again, but he decides to ignore it for now, bringing his attention back to you.

“hey… love,” he says softly, noticing the way you perk up a bit from your tired state just at the sound of your name. “you should’ve told me you felt like that… i hate that you thought i’d just leave you ‘cause we won’t be in school anymore.”

you frown, “i’m sorry, i didn’t know how to bring it up without being awkward… it’s the real world and i dunno… things are different.”

he sighs, hands running up and down your naked sides. “i get it, but like i said, i wanna be with you forever.”

you blush, biting your lip to hide the wide grin that ends up on your face despite the fact. “yeah, i remember… was that a proposal by the way?” you ask meekly. 

he squeezes at your waist, “did you want it to be?” he beams.

“i mean, it was a bit untraditional, definitely not how i expected my wedding proposal to be.” 

“what? you mean you didn’t think you’d get proposed to while i had my dick inside you?” he asks with faux incredulity. “i, for one, thought this was the best proposal ever. i even put a lil baby in you.”

you giggle, wrapping your legs around his body again, “you don’t know that, i’m not pregnant… yet.”

his heart swells at the idea and he smiles brightly at your blushy face, “well, maybe another round can change that, hmm?”

you pull him closer to you by the strength of your legs and say, “make me yours then, seokmin.”

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