Mingyu :: Going Seventeen Special - Going Svt X Mmtg

mingyu :: going seventeen special - going svt x mmtg

SPOILED ROTTEN

(SEE: RICHBOY!SAKUSA SPOILS YOU A LITTLE TOO MUCH).

“ABSOLUTELY not.” He deadpans, glaring at you like you’ve just kicked his dog and insulted his mother. It’s not a kind tone, “Don’t ask me again.” 

“Kiyoomi, you always do this,” you seethe, ignoring the discomfort of the round-cheeked waitress holding the card reader, “Let. Me. Pay.”

“Fuck. No.” He returns, redirecting his attention to the server and handing her his card, “I’m terribly sorry about her. Debit, please.”

“Sakusa Kiyoomi.” You say as she scurries off, clearly amused at the battlefield the two of you have created in the center of this high-end, dimly lit restaurant. You wouldn’t be surprised to find a moviestar seated at the table behind you. 

He repeats your name back to you in the same tone you used with him, a handsome grin on his face, “Yes, my love?”

“Stop paying for everything!” You demand, “People already think I’m using you for your money, and you aren’t really helping my case.” You’ve seen the tweets. Some are accusatory. Some are happy for you. None of them attest to your character. 

“Well,” he leans over the table, finding your hands and softly stroking the knuckle there, trapping you in his coffee-cold gaze, “Are you using me for my money?”

“No,” you grumble, a little flustered at his forwardness, “But still–”

He releases your hand as the words leave your mouth, a satisfactory smile tugging at his lips, “Then there’s no issue. Though, I wouldn’t be opposed to you using me for money. I’m a useful guy.”

“Kiyoomi, that’s not the point–”

“As a matter of fact,” he sifts through his wallet to find what he’s looking for, gently sliding it across the table when he locates whatever it is, “I’ve been meaning to give this to you.”

The young waitress returns with a smooth leather checkbook and a pen. He thanks her as she walks off, delivering his signature to the flimsy receipt with a few flicks of his wrist, “What’s twenty percent of two hundred? I wasn’t good at math.”

You don’t answer that, “You can’t be serious. Kiyoomi, I can’t accept–”

“Is fifty dollars enough to tip? Fuck it, I’ll just leave sixty.”

“This is your credit card.”

“You have great eyesight,” he comments, shrugging like it’s nothing, “And I have good credit. Use it for whatever. I’ll pay it off.”

You nearly laugh at the absurdity of it all, “Since when were you so confident?”

“When you started giving me attention,” He grins easily, “I’d do a lot of things to get you to pay attention to me.”

His transparency catches you off guard, “You’re serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he fires back, “You’re too pretty to not be taken seriously.” 

You sigh, face feeling hot. 

“You’re too much,” It takes a great effort to fight back the grin that threatens to break through, to suppress a smile at his ease, “Let’s go home.”

“Why don’t we go find something sweet?” He offers, standing to help you into your coat, “There’s a good ice cream place around here that stays open late.”

Your shy smile gives Kiyoomi enough of an answer. Thanking the staff as the two of you head for the door, he slithers a sneaky arm around your waist.

“I’ll even let you pay,” he flirts, pulling you closer to combat the late-night temperatures, “With your new credit card, of course.”

This was so self-indulgent it's actually ridiculous. Marrying rich is a very real, very serious goal of mine. Hmu for offers serious inquires ONLY <33

Mermaids Part Two

Frankie Morales x Fem! Reader

Part One

Summary: After your first meeting, Frankie brings Lili to the fall festival to see you. What he doesn't expect is some of his secrets to be exposed.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (Fluff for this chapter and pining but we aren't getting spicy until the next one)

Content: Pining, mermaids, over protective Frankie, girl dad! Frankie, drinking, mentions of drug use, Benny!!!, Pope!!!, swimming, these two idiots in like with each other stripping

A/N: We're baaaack! Thank you for the love I received on part one and thanks again to @heythere-mel for being my beta reader and hyping me up!!

“No food in the tank.” 

“What’s the matter with my son trying to feed the fish? Cotton candy dissolves anyway.” A dad let out a gravely chuckle at his own little fish food joke, even though you’re not a fish. You are a mermaid, a fake mermaid. 

You were leaning on top of the tank, rolling your eyes at the sad attempt at a joke as your tank handler tried to ward off pieces of spun sugar being thrown up to the performers. 

You expected nothing less from the fall festival; you had already been there for a few hours and had an alright shift; some families were friendly, some families were rude and then here was the family of the evening, a young boy and his son throwing candy into the tank trying to get you to eat soggy food. 

What a night. You were almost ready to get off and go home already. Almost, because you were waiting for two very special guests to show up and make your night much better. Frankie and his adorable daughter Liliana were supposed to come and see you and based on the texts Frankie had sent, it seemed like they were still coming at some point but where were they?

“Sweetheart, you like cotton candy don’t you?” You’re pulled from your thoughts when you hear the gravel voiced man make more jokes at your expense. Unfortunately, you’re still at work and not only can you not talk but you can’t give him a piece of your mind. So you give him your stiffest smile and shake your head in disagreement. 

“Please, you lay in a tank all day and do dolphin tricks the least you can do is let my kid have some fun.” 

“Sir, you cannot throw food into the tank and if we have to ask you and your child again, you’ll have to leave.” Your handler says. 

“Is there a problem here?” You hear a familiar voice and before you can even see him, you feel your insides light up. 

There was Frankie, hair mussed in his cap striding over in his worn out jeans with Lili on his hip. He looked over at you and gave you a wink as your stiff smile came unglued for him and Lili.

Lili called out your name and wriggled out of Frankie’s arms to run towards the tank. She tugged onto the sleeve of another man that was with them, a broad, tall blonde with movie star good looks and a black MMA shirt on that stressed his muscles in all the right places. 

“Uncle Benny, I told you my friend was a mermaid!!!” Lili beamed at you as you waved back to her. They were truly a sight for sore eyes. Benny eyed you from your fin to your face and it made you feel slightly exposed, but not in the same way that Frankie had made you feel. He gave you a cheeky wink and wave. 

“Benjamin Miller.” He grinned at you, you could’ve sworn you saw in your peripheral Frankie’s eyes roll back. “What seems to be the problem here?” 

“I think the both of you should mind your business here and let my kid feed your friend.” The dad interjected. 

“I wanna feed the mermaid cotton candy!” The kid whined. 

“Mermaids can’t eat cotton candy, silly. Besides it’s not nice to waste food!” Lili interjected. You tried to hide your grin. 

“Liliana, be nice.” Frankie said in a low, stern voice. He walked up towards the dad, “Come on, man. Show’s over. He asked you to stop.” 

“I’ll do what I damn well please and so can my kid. If he wants to put candy in the tank, he can put candy in the tank. Hell, if I wanna pay her to take her top off she better— “

“Seriously?!” You yelled out, unable to keep character any longer. 

Now Benny, Frankie and your handler all cornered this man. “I think you need to leave before you have problems with all three of us.” Frankie lowered his voice. The man stared at Frankie for a moment, eyeing him with an uncomfortable familiarity. 

“Aren’t you in my NA meetings?” He sneered. Benny went to grab Lili, picking her up and covering her ears at the perfect moment. “What’s the matter? Too much coke in your system?” 

“You need to leave before we call the police.” You interjected. The man took his son, chuckling to himself as he walked away. All of you stood there frozen for a moment. An uncomfortable, faraway look on Frankie’s face. Benny looked down at the ground while he still had Lili in his arms. You felt your pulse quicken — that man you had just dealt with was disgusting, but he also knew Frankie from Narcotics Anonymous? What was the story there? Was it even your right to know? 

If there was ever a moment that Frankie wished that the ground would swallow him whole, it was then. He was coming to see you, hoping to be in good spirits for you and Lili and out of nowhere you get ahold of his dirty laundry. Would you even want to associate with him still hearing cocaine thrown around? 

“Listen… I think you’ve clearly had enough for one night. If you wanna take the rest of the night off, you’ve earned it.” Your handler said. You thanked him, looking towards your three guests. 

“I’m so sorry about all of that.” 

“I’m just sorry we were late and we couldn’t help with him sooner.” Frankie said to you, his eyes not meeting yours. There’s another uncomfortable silence. 

“Listen… since I’m done for the night, how about we all do some games together? Lili, do you like funnel cake?” You asked. She animatedly wriggled in Benny’s arms, bounding at the idea of free sugar. You told them you’d meet them once you were done getting dressed as your mind kept replaying what had just happened. 

——————————————

When you had come out to meet Frankie, Benny and Lili, the atmosphere was less awkward has you had gone through the night. You got to learn more about Benny; he was an old army friend of Frankie’s and called him by a strange nickname - Fish or Catfish. Benny was especially friendly, walking next to you and taking it upon himself to hold your bags. He cracked a lot of jokes and loved talking about his career as an MMA fighter, occasionally breaking up the walking the group had done to show off some punches, he even won you a stuffed animal.

You weren't exactly gullible; you knew Benny's angle and how he was desperately trying to flirt. And he seemed like a great guy, but considering he had a wandering eye for anyone in a 5-mile radius you knew that he just wasn't your type. He was clearly too much of a playboy and you wanted someone more grounded, more serious, more reserved, more—

"Fish!!" You heard Benny call out. "I think this little one deserves a funnel cake already!" He nudged towards an ecstatic Lili.

When you ate your funnel cakes, the four of you took a moment to relax after walking through the festival. The boys set the stuffed animals down on a bench while you and Lili ate your funnel cakes and watch the Music Express go by. Frankie watched you gently handling Lili, making her giggle and matching her animated conversation. He looked over towards Benny and saw him looking at you like a predator stalking his prey. He felt his insides melt into a molten hot goo.

“Lili loves her, man. That’s impressive.” Benny said, organizing Lili’s new stuffed animals he won for her.

“She hasn’t stopped talking about her since we met her.” Frankie chuckled, he playfully rolled his eyes but in the back of his mind he thought about how he loved the way Lili talked about you, you were a much welcomed addition into their lives.

"Sounds like little Lili's got a great eye for her new Aunt, doesn't she?" Benny winked, the girls turned back to look at them as he gave you a wave and a wink. You saw Frankie's face still as a statue and you gave a small wave back.

“No way, man.” Frankie said. “She’s a grad student. She’s got this whole mermaid thing going on, she’s way too busy to fuck with a pendejo like you.” 

Benny looked at Frankie with an appraising look on his face. A sly smirk that rivaled the Cheshire Cat crept on his face as Frankie saw his shit-eating grin from the corner of his eye. 

“What?” He asked tersely. 

“Fish, if I knew you were into her I would’ve just backed off!” Benny chuckled. Frankie fully turned over to Benny. 

“Just because I’m looking out for her doesn’t mean I like her, I just don’t want her getting her heart broken since I have never seen you date the same girl past two weeks.”

Benny held up his hands in mock defense. “Alright, alright. But for the record, I think your girl can hold her own. Totally didn't sink to my bait."

"She's a woman, not a fish." Frankie rolled his eyes, Benny could be such a kid. You needed an actual man in your life.

“That’s right, you’re the fish.” He chuckled to himself. “I’m just saying, whenever I tried to lay it on her she clearly had her eyes on someone else." Benny gave Frankie a knowing look, Frankie's curiosity getting the better of him. He looked over at you and Lili, you being ever so patient at her steamroll of questions. You were so patient, so composed to any chaos going on around you. He didn't want to add any more chaos into your life.

"I mean, hell, I could be wrong." Benny started. "But that doesn't mean I still won't try to help my boy out. Hey!" He called out. "Who wants to play Lili the Leapfrog?"

Lili hopped up and down, nearly dropping her funnel cake. "Me!! Me!! Me!!"

Benny ran over to Lili, turning back to give him a wink as you headed over to sit next to him on the bench.

"Sorry if I overdid it on the sugar rush." You chuckled. "I got her the cake but I'm sure you're gonna be paying for it."

"Sugar rush now equals sleepy Lili later." He smiled back, you admired his side dimple.

"Thank you for earlier. Seriously, some of these people can be such assholes and it's just so much to deal with sometimes."

“I’m just glad he can’t bother you anymore.” Frankie said. There was a moment of silence as he hesitated. “Listen, about what that guy said— “

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Frankie. That guy was a dick.” You assured him. 

“Yeah, but I still think you have a right to know. I don’t want you to think you’re hanging out with a total slime ball.” Frankie inhaled deeply before letting it all out. 

“When I got out, I just had a hard time adjusting. Shit just felt so different and out my control and I didn’t know how to handle it. So I went to…” Frankie doesn’t say it, he can’t say it. It’s like he’s compartmentalized that part of his life to his meetings so he can move forward and not look back. 

“And then me and Benny and a few of our army buddies went on a mission that went south. Really fucking bad.” He had a faraway look in his eyes, mournful and dejected. 

“It was just hard to adjust to the changes that happened once I came back. Liliana had just been born, me and her mom weren’t on the best ground, anyway. So I turned to something I shouldn’t have. I wasn’t there for Lili like I could’ve been. I lost my license. What got me out of rock bottom is when Lili’s mom and I split and she said if I didn’t clean up my act, I couldn’t be a part of her life.“

Frankie turns to watch Lili and Benny still passionately in their game of leapfrog. He had such a stillness and such gravitas in that look. "That was it for me. There was no way I would not be a part of that little girl's life."

"Of course. She's a special girl." You agreed.

"Anyway, it didn't take me long to reach out to people around me for help. I started going to meetings, Benny and the rest of our buddies really held me accountable. Now I'm 3 years sober, flying again and I have that wild child over there.”

You put your hand on Frankie's shoulder, trying to ignore the electricity that surged through your fingers. "I'm so proud of you. You shouldn't be ashamed at all about what some random asshole said. Hell, he’s in recovery too so why should he try to knock you down?" 

“Honestly? Sometimes I just feel like a hypocrite or something. I try to teach Lili to be good and stop people like that but I’m still getting my shit together.” 

"Everyone is getting shit together. You’re talking to a girl who plays in swim tanks for a living. What you did to save your relationship with Lili is so admirable. I could tell from the moment we met that little girl adored you. You’re not a hypocrite for wanting to be better.” 

Frankie realized several things in that moment; that you were absolutely right, and he had nothing to be ashamed of, that he wanted to take your small hand and fit it in his, rubbing the softness of his palm until his pulse steadied, and that Benny Miller was too god damn right sometimes. Sure, he could be a little shit, but the man can read people like a book and Frankie’s pages were wide open on his feelings towards you. 

Frankie offered to drive you home after another hour at the fair, dropping Benny off first who stopped trying to give you his Casanova act. You wondered if Frankie had said something, not that you would be upset. But if he did say something, was he trying to protect you as a friend? You looked over at him from the passenger seat from his truck, who was this man? This stoic family man whose entire world revolved around his daughter and his friends. That’s the person you need in your life and you’re so glad he stumbled into yours. 

He pulled up to your house as you gathered your things. 

“Thanks for the ride, Fish.” You grinned at him. 

“Oh god.” He groaned. “You do not have to call me that.”  

“How’d you get that nickname, anyway?” You bit your lip, Frankie admiring how lush the bottom one was. 

“That’s another story for another day.” Frankie sighed, giving you a lopsided grin that made your stomach somersault. 

“Another day soon?” You asked. 

Frankie couldn’t hide his excitement even if he tried. “Of course. If you’re free this week a few of my buddies and I are going to Magic Dog Brewery. I promise, these won’t hit on you, too.”

“Ah, so I have a chance with Benny. I couldn’t tell, he was so shy and subtle.” You winked at him, feeling your excitement when he rolled his eyes. “I’ll see you then?"

Damn Benny for hitting on her, damn Benny for being so right about how he felt. “See you then.”

Frankie was a man of his word which was another thing that attracted him to you. For the next two weeks if you weren’t studying or working you were talking to Frankie or getting ready to see Frankie.

Your friendship developed fast and Lili loved having you around. They’d come visit you at the park and afterwards you’d spend time together on the rides as Lili asked about your day. Frankie would send you videos from his flight lessons, leaving you awestruck with the views he got to see almost every day. He let you pick his brain over flying questions and he asked about your studies. At night you’d meet at the bar and you got to know the boys that rounded out Benny and Frankie’s group. 

There was Will, Benny’s older brother who was called Ironhead. He was stoic and serious to Benny’s relaxed attitude. And then there was Santiago, nicknamed Pope. Frankie’s best friend and not bad on the eyes either. When you met Santi, you got to see Frankie at his absolute most authentic self, laughing and carrying on in Spanglish and telling old stories. They all welcomed you with open arms and Frankie loved how you got on with the guys, whenever you’d have a sharp retort to their jokes he’d grin at you in awe, meeting your eyes at the moment. 

That was happening a lot. The two of you stealing private glances, your eyes meeting and sharing a private smile or a laugh. Frankie made you feel so comfortable in such a short time, your conversations flowing easily and when there was silence in the truck on the drives home it felt comfortable and open. You didn't need to fill the silence, you just needed his company.

One night you had found yourself back at the bar with Frankie and Pope. Liliana was with her mom so it was a rare night that Frankie could go out and he was practically vibrating with excitement. Besides Lili, these were his two favorite people and he could have an adult night out. 

You’d had a not so great shift, a rude mom yelling at you and your co-workers for not being allowed to use flash photography and making everyone pay for it. So you were ready to let loose and have some fun. You’d taken shot after shot and you were feeling loose, good. You were in good company with two great guys. 

Suddenly, Pope had suggested that the three of you grab something to eat and you offered to cook something at your place. Frankie eyed you, seeing the blurred vision in your eyes and hearing your slur. 

“You sure? We can just stop at McDonalds and call it a night.” Frankie said, he felt an air of protection over you, wanting to make sure you were getting home safe and not surrounded by any of these guys who kept eyeing you. Not just because he didn't like that they were looking at you, he wanted to make sure you were okay and didn't end up with a slime ball.

“Okay, fiiiiiine.” You pouted. Frankie audibly sighed, frustrated at himself that he could find you so damn cute doing anything.

Pope had decided he would get the food while Frankie drove you home. You were feeling so comfortable and relaxed. This is exactly the night you needed, with the man you needed. No, no. You tried to fight your drunk thoughts, not giving in to the temptation of the man sitting next to you in his truck. But damn, was he good looking. 

He had his baseball cap on of course to cover up his messy curls, his strong nose illuminating through the streetlights. His large hand on the armrest, tapping along to the music. You wanted so desperately to know how his hand felt around your waist, how his calloused skin would feel against your back, against your curves. 

“You good?” Frankie eyed you, not that he complained that you were staring at him. 

“Yeah, just trying to figure out what to do once we get to the house. I figure Pope might take a while. Wanna go swimming?” You blurted out. Frankie froze, saying he would love to he just didn’t have a swimsuit. 

“That’s what underwear is for, silly. You still have to see my pool, anyway.” Who was this girl and how were you so bold? Frankie was so nice for going along with it. He could tell you were drunk, you were sure of it. And he was just being your sweet friend that he usually was.

When you got to the house, you jumped out of Frankie’s truck before it was fully parked for even a minute. You opened the door to see the lights were off so your roommate was asleep. You waited until Frankie parked and grabbed his hand when he had arrived at the door. The both of you looked at each other briefly, feeling that same electricity at each other’s touch. His hand was big and calloused just like you had imagined. You pulled him towards the back of the house to the swimming pool. 

Frankie stood admiring your backyard for a moment, loving the tranquil feeling that your home made him feel. It was almost like a reflection of how you made him feel. He saw a hammock in the backyard's corner, fantasizing about laying on it with you leaning into him, reading him your studies as the two of you learned together.

You stripped your clothes off, peeling off your layers until you were left in your pink laced bra and thong that exposed your ass. You had completely forgotten what underwear you had on, but you also hadn't expected to go swimming spontaneously. Frankie turned and saw you change. He was trying to be respectful and not look at the way your hips hugged your underwear and the curve of your ass but this definitely wasn't helping his fantasy of imagining how you felt under him.

He took his shirt off, revealing his broad, tanned shoulders and soft stomach to you. This didn’t help any of your liquor induced urges. He removed his hat, carding through his dark curls that you wanted to run your own fingers through, envious of his own hands for being able to touch them. Frankie may have been out of the army for a while but you could definitely see he'd taken care of himself.

He took his jeans off, and the liquid courage was wearing off. You realized you were very half naked in front of your very attractive friend and you were truly alone for the first time since you’d met. 

“You chickening out on me?” Frankie joked as he read the reluctance on your face. You looked at him, eyebrow raised as you opened your palm for his. He cupped his fingers into yours as you moved towards the edge of the pool.  

“On three, Morales.” One… two… three…

Chlorine surrounded your senses as you felt the calm of the water. This was exactly what you had needed. You steadily moved through the pool at a leisurely pace as Frankie swam towards you in awe, his smile illuminating through the pool lights. 

“Drunk and still able to swim so well, impressive.”

“Reminder that I was a champion swimmer so I could out swim you in my sleep.” You grin at him. 

“Oh, is that so?” He gave you a devilish grin. Swimming towards you and playful dunking you underwater, you came back to surface and splashed at him, jumping on his back and laughing. He grabbed you off of him and you suddenly found yourselves extremely close, both of you still and silent with his hands at your waist. You wondered if he felt the same electric current that you did, you were burning so badly you almost wondered if he could feel your excitement.

You felt his hands slide further around your waist as you moved your legs to wrap around his large back.. You fingered through his curly hair so casually as if this wasn't the first time. It all felt so natural. Frankie gazed into your eyes. He’d never looked at you with such heat before. 

You could feel the energy between you shifting. He moved closer towards you, your eyes drifting to close as you felt his warm breath meet yours. 

And then… a bright fluorescent light shone throughout the backyard. You both quickly turn to see two figures standing near the sliding doors. 

“Hey!!” You hear Santi’s familiar voice and the moment is gone, snatched away so quickly. “No lo puedo creer! I get ditched so you can play Aquaman?”

Frankie was already so far away from you, you weren’t sure how he could move so quickly. Not close enough to reach your arms out to him so his large arms could hold you and you felt incredibly bare. Taylor, your roommate, came around the corner in her robe. One of your closest friends, Taylor knew about Frankie but I don't think she expected this to be the way she had met him. As curious as she had been about him, her eyes were currently attentive to Santiago.

“Luckily, cariño, your very lovely friend over here helped me out. She let me in and gave me the sweetest cup of coffee I think I’ve ever had.” Santi grinned at Taylor as she giggled, twirling a lock of hair around her fingers like a schoolgirl. Taylor was the one to break hearts so this was a shock.

“Come in, dry off and have some coffee! Santiago brought McDonalds!” Taylor called out. You and Frankie looked at each other from across the pool. Frankie swam over to the edge, muttering under his breath about tiempo de mierda. You had no choice now but to get out and enjoy your friends as if nothing had just happened. 

That night you, Frankie, Santi and Taylor stayed up chatting about anything and everything. It was the same feeling of comfort you had always felt around Frankie, loving the dynamic of this group. You looked at Taylor and Santi flirting shamelessly, happy that your best friend and Frankie's best friend got along. You met eyes with Frankie and he gave you an identical smile. Damn, you. wish you hadn't been interrupted in the pool.

At some point you peered out the window and realized that the sun was coming up. The boys had decided it was time to make their way to their respective homes as you said your goodbyes. Santi greeted you first to make sure he could give Taylor an all-encompassing hug, placing his hand on her cheek, stroking it as if he was going off to war and not just to his own bed.

“I’ll call you? I’ll take you out somewhere nice this week, cariño.” He looked at her with his molten dark eyes, turning on a certain charm that clearly worked on Taylor as all she could do was give a small nod and giggle as he kissed her hand.

You and Frankie looked at the two of them in awe and then at each other, you let out a nervous laugh and you weren’t sure why. Nothing about spending time with Frankie was awkward, but it felt like the night’s events were catching up to you. You felt incredibly brazen for touching him and stripping down to your underwear in front of him. You could feel the heat creep up on the back of your neck. 

“Did you have fun?” You asked in a small voice. 

“I always have fun with you.” Frankie grinned, looking down at you and taking your small hand into his. It was so rough and calloused, you couldn’t help but remember how they felt along your sides, your legs around his huge back. Snap out of it you could hear your inner voice. 

“Lili is going to be back tomorrow night. I know you’re usually off on Friday nights. How about you come over for dinner and a movie?” You bit your lip and nodded at Frankie’s question, of course he already knew your schedule. What couldn’t this man take from you? 

He engulfed you in a hug and you could smell the chlorine mixed with his natural scent. You inhaled a little longer to take it in. 

Frankie left your house with you and Taylor watching and leaning on your front door. He waved towards you both as Taylor smiled to him, talking to you through gritted teeth. 

“One down, one to go.” She grinned. 

“Excuse me?!” You balked. 

“He needs to hurry up and ask you out already. Who knows? Maybe we could double date.” 

You scoffed at Taylor’s suggestion but felt the heat rise on the back of your neck. It was impossible to spend this time with Frankie and not continue to fall head over heels for him. You respected that he clearly hadn’t asked you out yet for a reason, probably to focus on Lili and his sobriety, but is a crush on your friend that bad? Your tall, sexy, stoic, brilliant friend? 

"Tay?"

"Yeah?"

"I am so fucked."

You Are My Sunshine || l.s.m.

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x Reader

Warnings: none, hurt comfort

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Seokmin is like the sun, but eventually even the sun has to give way to the stillness of night.

A/N: I am pretty much just reposting my old fics while I work on something new lol. so obv this is also posted on my marvel account (@capwogers).

Sometimes, the sadness hits you slowly and silently. The clouds crawl their way across the sky until they’ve hidden the sun, replacing the blue sky with gray clouds. Small waves lap at the shore until one day you look up, face to face with tsunami tides. You’re happy until you’re not, with no idea how long the rain will last.

That was how you found yourself in the passenger’s seat of Seokmin’s car, wrapped up in his coat, hands fidgeting on your lap. It was a fun night – a night out with all of your friends, full of karaoke and laughter – until suddenly it wasn’t. The tsunami tides had crashed, and all too quickly you were left teary-eyed and weary with the heaviness of an all-encompassing sadness. 

It was the type of sadness you couldn’t name, the kind that had built up for weeks under your nose. So when your eyes met Seokmin’s across the room, a silent plea for rescue in a secret language that the two of you had become fluent in, he grabbed his keys and coat and said goodbye as he took your hand and led you into the cold air.

“What happened?” He asked as the two of you made your way to his car. The question was quiet, almost buried under the whistle of the chilly winter wind. You were thankful that you had taken him up on his offer to drive, as being alone with your thoughts was the last thing you wanted to do. 

“I wish I could say,” you replied. “I was fine, then all of a sudden… I just wasn’t.” You pulled your scarf a little higher, trying to protect your cheeks from the biting cold. Seokmin glanced over your way, and you stared straight into the night pretending not to notice the way his eyebrows furrowed together or the way he stepped just a little bit closer to you. 

Seokmin didn’t say anything else until the two of you were safely buckled into the car, waiting for the heater to warm you both up. “Do you… want to talk about it?” He asked tentatively. If he was honest, he wasn’t sure what to say, but all he could do was act on the tug in his heart to make you feel better somehow. 

You gave him a tired smile and wondered if he could even see it in the darkness of the night. “I do,” you began. “But I don’t even know what ‘it’ is. I’m just sad, and my heart feels tired.” It wasn’t a lot, but it was the best you could give him… or yourself for that matter. If you could talk it through, you would, because it was always easy to talk to Seokmin. But right now, you favored the silence.

Seokmin set the gear shift on drive, pulling out into the empty 2 a.m. roads. “You know, sometimes I like to drive around with nowhere to go,” he said softly. “It helps me think.” You looked towards him, but stayed quiet as he continued. “Especially when the stars are out like this, it’s a bit easier to put things into perspective. The universe is so big… It makes my problems feel a little smaller.

“Lately... things have been really difficult” he continued, pausing to take a breath. “There wasn’t really anyone I felt I could talk to. Not even the boys. But being out here, it felt like I could just take a minute to breathe. Like the world is on pause, for even just an hour.” 

Under the warm yellow lights of the city, you could see Seokmin's fingers tightening around the wheel ever so slightly. Though he tried to keep his voice even, you could see the slight tremble in his lips, and you wanted so badly to touch him, to remind him that you were here now. Seokmin was not the type to talk about the heavier things that were weighing on him, and you were afraid that speaking might suddenly snap him out of it.

So instead you turned your attention forward once again to the empty streets, lined with restaurants that had closed hours ago and apartment balconies with Christmas lights still left hanging on the railings. Seokmin was right, it felt like the world was on pause. No one was walking around the street, no speedy drivers swerving through traffic. It was like you were the only people in the city… in the world.

Seokmin was quiet after his confession, letting whatever was playing on the radio fill the silence. It seemed to last for an eternity, until he finally put the car in park at the top of a parking garage. He reached up, pulling back the screen that covered the moon roof of his car.

“It’s a little too cold to sit outside, but this should be fine.” For the first time since you had entered the car, Seokmin looked at you and you could clearly see the beginnings of the tears that he had swatted away, lining the dark bags under his eyes. Has he always looked this tired? You wondered how lonely he must have been, hiding behind the walls he had built up and you were grateful to share even a fraction of the weight he’s been carrying alone all this time.

“Fine for what?” You asked.

“Like I said, looking at the stars helps to put it all into perspective,” he repeated, pointing out at an arbitrary speck of light in the night sky. “Just imagine you’re standing on one of them, looking down at Earth. It’s barely a speck in the distance. There’s nothing that can reach you from there. Nothing can touch you.” The energy in his explanation ended in a tired, resigned sigh that escaped his lips. “Nothing can reach you,” he added, barely a whisper.

Suddenly, your problems did begin to feel small, but not because of the stars. Looking at Seokmin now, the only thing on your mind was him. For all you’ve known him, he would listen to everyone else’s problems and fix them with a laugh, the way only he could, but who was there for him? Before you could think too hard about what you were doing, you reached across the console to find his hand. He didn’t look up, but when you laced your fingers in his, you felt a gentle squeeze.

“Seokmin,” you called his name. “I’m here.”

“I mean yeah, obviously you’re here–”

“No, Seokmin, I’m here,” you cut him off. “And I’m not going anywhere.” When he looked up finally and allowed himself to meet your eyes, you suddenly wondered if you were as fluent in your secret language as you had thought. In all the shared smiles, the times you scanned the room to find him whenever you laughed, the knowing glances, you had never seen his eyes this tired. The walls he built up were beginning to crumble, and all you could do was reach out to him.

“I am so tired,” he confessed. “And I didn’t even realize how tired I’ve become.” He took your other hand in his, bringing it up to his cheek, relaxing the slightest bit in your touch.

Before you met Seokmin, you would have described your life as being stuck under a rainy cloud. But one day, the skies parted and there he was. And for as long as you’ve known him, Seokmin has always been the sun. Giving off warmth to everyone around him, radiating nothing but joy and laughter, but also somewhat distant. Keeping himself away because if he got too close he might burn someone. But even the sun doesn’t stay out forever. 

“It’s okay,” you assured him, pulling him closer to you. “Let yourself rest.” In that moment, all you could do was make a silent promise to God, the universe, the stars, whoever was listening, that you would always be there with Seokmin to let him rest, to let the quietness of night take over until he was ready to be the sun again.

The strained breaths coming from Seokmin made your heart ache, and you brought his forehead to yours. “If I’m not strong enough to carry these things alone,” he choked out. Before he could even finish his thought, you cut him off.

“No one said you have to carry it alone,” you said sternly, bringing your hand under his chin to force his eyes to meet yours. “Let us – let me, carry it with you.”

You stayed that way for a little while longer, or maybe it was forever, foreheads resting against each other over the console until you heard his ragged breathing finally steady itself. Seokmin let out a quiet but tired chuckle and you pulled away to look at him, unable to read the small smile that had made its way onto his features.

“What’s so funny, Seokmin?” you asked.

“It’s just,” he chuckled again. “I thought we were driving around to make you feel better, but as only you can do, you made me feel better instead.” It was his turn to reach up and touch your cheek, softly, as if he applied any more pressure he might break you. “And I didn’t even know I was sad,” he laughed, louder this time.

You laughed with him, as you always did, and looked down at your lap where your hands were fidgeting. Seokmin called your name quietly, his voice still raspy from crying and you looked back up. There it was again, the unreadable look in his eyes. “You…” he began. “You’re like the sun.”

Before you could even reply, his lips were already on yours.

⁠PEDRO PASCAL as EZRA ⁠— Prospect (2018) dir. Christopher Caldwell and Zeek Earl

patience

🫧 pairing: kim mingyu x fem. reader

🫧 genre: fluff, smut (minors dni), very very slight angst bc oc jumps to conclusions for a living, established relationship AU

🫧 summary: usually, taking mingyu to family events is no big deal.

🫧 warnings: cursing, abuse of the word baby idk what came over me, hair pulling, fingering, marking, impregnation kink, cum play, unprotected sex (-1000/10 recommendable!!!)

🫧 word count: 3.8k

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a/n: head empty. only kim mingyu tho[ugh]ts.

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Most of the time, Mingyu was a very patient man when it came to you.

He'd endure the meanest things when you teased him like some kind of saint that loved you way too much to be mad at you, and sometimes you wondered just how far this patience would last. The idea of him finally cracking, deciding to put an end to your shenanigans and show you who was in charge was definitely not a novel thought, but an exciting one.

But maybe now wasn't the perfect moment for it.

Your parents had invited you both to celebrate buying a new grill, the smell of champignons and meat filling your senses from the second Mingyu parked his car just outside the garden. Not only you, but almost your entire family living closeby was there since everyone's busy lives made it so difficult to meet up like this more than once a year, which also meant that the second your boyfriend and you entered the garden, you practically had no choice but to go separate ways to catch up with everyone.

While you were chatting it up with your aunts, you could see Mingyu cracking jokes with your uncle and father standing in front of the grill before the latter offered him the grill tongs, and you could feel pride swelling up in your chest at the sight in front of you. Watching Mingyu get along so well with your family made your heart weak, and the way he looked right now didn't make it much easier to endure either. You were lowkey regretting buying him that black polo shirt the longer he stood so awfully far away from you, the sleeves stretching around his arms teasing you from all the way there.

Sometimes you wished it was just you and him.

"So, have you guys thought about marriage yet?"

Almost spitting out your lemonade on your favorite aunt's blouse, you whirled around in shock. "Have we w-what?"

While you were still trying to find out if you really heard her right, both your aunt and your mom watched you amusedly. "Marriage. He seems to love you a lot, and by the way you've been ignoring us this entire time just to stare at him it seems to be mutual."

"Mom, what-"

The heat taking over your body started to get uncomfortable the longer your mouth protested against speaking, and the older women in front of you seemed to enjoy every second of your misery right now. Of course you had thought about it, but you weren't going to force Mingyu into something he wasn't absolutely sure about. Maybe three years into a relationship wasn't enough for him yet. Or maybe you were the one panicking.

Patting your shoulder, your aunt let out a soft chuckle. "Relax, sweetie. We just want you to be happy, and he seems to be exactly the right person to guarantee your happiness."

"Not to mention that your children would look devastatingly gorgeous, wouldn't they?"

"Mom!"

Maybe meeting your family wasn't such a good idea after all. They just wanted what was best for you, of course, but they sure knew how to rile you up with just a few words. What made things worse was that Mingyu caught your gaze that exact moment, throwing a cheeky wink at you which you didn't react to since you were trying your best not to combust right that second, causing him to raise his brow in question. You'd have to make up an excuse if he asked you about it later.

"I need an actual drink." Gulping down the remainder of your now piss warm lemonade, you excused yourself to the kitchen, eyes staring holes into your father's precious lawn as you did your best ignoring the silly giggles that could've very well come from thirteen year old school girls rather than two middle-aged women.

Luckily for you, the kitchen was free of nosy relatives who thought teasing you about how smitten you were with your boyfriend was the best topic of conversation, and you allowed yourself to heave out a big sigh of relief as you closed your eyes. The noise from outside faded into a soft lull and the AC blowing down on you seemed to do wonders for your burning skin, distracting you enough as not to notice the warm presence of the person you were trying, but failing to erase from your thoughts for at least a second.

"Everything alright, baby?"

You flinched in surprise, but before you could turn around to face him Mingyu's arms snaked around your waist from behind, interlacing just on top of your belly button. His chest crowded you against the counter where the bottle of tequila was still waiting to be poured into your glass, and your shoulders sagged in relief when you felt his chin rest atop your head, his breath blowing several of your strands into disarray.

"Yeah," you mumbled, not able to hide your pout however. "I just didn't expect my mom and my aunt to gang up on me today. If I'd known, I definitely wouldn't have bothered coming."

Mingyu's chest rumbled against your back, his arms momentarily squeezing your waist a bit tighter as he laughed. "Aw, what's wrong? What did they tell you, baby?"

"Nothing worth mentioning," you lied through your teeth, though you were a shitty liar and Mingyu had always been able to see right through you, just like now. "They're just being annoying as usual."

Just as expected, Mingyu didn't buy it. Squeezing your waist again, he crowded you even further against the counter so his chest was entirely pressed to your back, his warmth and the smell of his after shave washing over you like a wave. He leaned his head down until you felt his breath on your ear, urging you to speak.

"You look too upset about it though. C'mon, tell me what's bothering you and I'll fix it."

Damn him for making your heart melt in a matter of milliseconds. You knew he was well aware of is effect on you and that he was probably doing it all on purpose, but you still couldn't bring yourself to keep up your stubborn act anymore. You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut to gather the smallest bit of courage.

Alright, here you went. "They asked me when we were gonna get married." You gulped, still not opening your eyes. "And...they might have said our kids would look 'devastatingly gorgeous'. Or at least my mom thinks so."

For one, two, three long seconds, Mingyu froze, the occasional puff of air hitting your ear the only sign that he didn't evaporate into thin air. You struggled to gulp down the lump in your throat the longer you were left with no reaction from him, scared that you put him off with all that domestic talk. Sure he'd told you he wanted to be married and have a family at one point in his life, but who said he wanted it now? With you?

What if you'd done and wrecked this whole thing now? Mingyu was so well integrated into your life at this point that living without constantly having him by your side almost seemed impossible, or at least excruciatingly hard. You needed him, period.

"Wait, why were you so upset then?"

Finally speaking up, Mingyu grabbed your waist and turned you around, eyes scanning your face for an answer while you immediately started fidgeting. He took one of your hands into his to interlace your fingers, his other hand gently tilting up your chin so you would look at him. To your relief he didn't look upset or disappointed, just very unsure of what to make of your facial expression right now.

"Baby? Were you mad because you don't want all those things?"

Now you were the one trying to read his thoughts, but you came up empty. He just looked very nervous despite his attempt at looking strong, and suddenly you weren't sure why you'd even told him all of this if this topic made both of you this jittery. Still, this was your chance to make things clear, and you wouldn't take it for granted.

"No, I'm pretty sure I want to marry the love of my life and raise our children together," you said, the miniscule widening of Mingyu's pupils not going unnoticed by you as you smiled at him. "But I don't want to rush things if you're not ready yet. We're still young anyway, and maybe marriage isn't even all that great but people keep brainwashing their children to think of it as something great because they're afraid they might-"

"Would you stop rationalizing yourself out of wanting something wonderful?"

Your jaw snapped closed, tongue glued to the roof of your mouth. Mingyu was looking at you with his mouth twisted in amusement but also in alarm, struggling to find the proper words before taking your other hand into his to lace your fingers together as well.

"I want all of that too, and I mean it", he countered when you raised an eyebrow. "And I want it with you, and nobody else in case your delusional brain made you think otherwise."

The grin taking over your face made your cheeks hurt from how wide it was, embarrassed but also amused to see just how well Mingyu knew you by now. He shook his head at you in mock disappointment, his cute pointy teeth greeting you as he smiled right afterwards.

"Really?"

"Fuck yes, princess," he assured you for the nth time, and you wondered how this man didn't grow tired of doing this so often. Even you found yourself annoying. Raising your hand to his face, he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, effectively turning your knees into pure jelly.

"Just give me the chance to propose in a proper way. I've been planning the whole thing out for so long, I can't not do it. Yeah?"

Of course he'd been gathering ideas for his marriage proposal, who did you take your own boyfriend for? He was the biggest romantic in the hemisphere, and not only because of his height. After all, it was Mingyu who taught you how to love in the first place.

"What if I want to propose though?"

You let out a laugh at the perplexed expression on his face, leaning forward to rest your forehead on his broad chest. "I'm just kidding. My mouth would probably fail me if I got on my knee for you."

You probably shouldn't have said it that way.

"Oh yeah? Last time I checked your mouth worked just fine, doll."

Tensing at the sudden drop of his voice, you slowly peeled yourself from his chest, heat rising to your face in lightning speed. "Shh, my parents are literally right there! Behave, Gyu. Please?"

"I would, if you hadn't messed me up with this whole raising children thing," he nearly whined, which was amusing because he was literally pinning your hips to the counter with his mighty arms right now. "Now I can't help but wonder what our kids will look like. What if they don't look like me at all? How will people know I'm their father then?"

The hysteria bubbling up his voice nearly made you topple over as you laughed, wiping a stray tear from the corner of your eye while Mingyu finally realized what he was saying and cracked down too.

"In that case," you murmured, not able to hold back anymore as you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, "I'd make sure to tell everyone that you're the one I made those kids with. That we're a package deal. That I'm only yours."

You could pinpoint the exact moment Mingyu's eyes turned pitch black, pushing back the soft brown you were so familiar with. His possessive side was one he showed rarely, mostly because there was no need to prove it since everyone knew how over the moon both of you were for each other, but he seemed to be in a different mood today. Probably because the scenario hanging over your heads was both precious and turning you on, causing him to wrap his arms around your waist and let them move further down until they were low on your hips.

"You really don't know what you do to me, baby."

When his hands moved even further down until you felt him squeeze your ass you gasped, both in arousal and in fear because anyone could enter the kitchen anytime. Having to explain to your family why your boyfriend was feeling you up in the middle of the house was not really what you'd call light conversation, especially because they were already awfully nosy enough without having to see Mingyu make love to you. You would never be able to live that down, not to mention you couldn't desecrate your mother's holy place like that.

"Mingyu-"

"Ugh, I know," he sighed before pressing his forehead to yours, noses brushing each other. "Why do you have to be this irresistible though?"

You couldn't suppress the coo leaving you when he leaned his face into your hand that was reaching out to cup his cheek, brushing the soft skin in soothing circles. "Look who's talking. Let's get out of here?"

Mingyu beamed at you, the soft brown returning as he took the hand cupping his face and kissed the inside of your palm, pulling you closer to press yet another kiss to your forehead. You knew he was channelling himself to keep it light for your sake, not wanting to embarrass you in front of your family, and it made him so much hotter you couldn't believe you didn't jump his bones already.

"Alright I'll get the car, you say goodbye and we'll meet outside?"

"Deal."

The look on your mother's face when you announced your departure was priceless, saying something about 'cake to be had' and 'fruit to be cut', but luckily she didn't pry further. Hugging your parents goodbye and expressing Mingyu's sincerest apologies for running off without greeting (mainly because he could hardly go around hugging your big ass family while donning a hard-on that was very hard not to notice given its...remarkable size), it took you less than five minutes to sink into the passenger seat of Mingyu's Benz.

Record time.

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"Fuck 'gyu, you're gonna break me if you keep this up-"

Your nagging was cut off by your own moan, fingernails digging into the skin of Mingyu's broad shoulders as he turned your body into his canvas, sharp teeth nipping into your skin before his tongue soothed the spot until he moved onto the next. The two fingers messing your insides up relentlessly thrusting in and out, scissoring as his thumb drew circles on your clit until your legs tried to clamp together, only to be held off by his weight on you.

Mingyu grunted in response to your noises, a cocky grin lighting up his features at seeing you this dishevelled, entirely at his mercy as he turned you into his very own mess. Drowning out your moans with his lips, he pinched your clit to make you gasp in surprise, using the opportunity to slide his tongue through the seams of your lips, the taste of mint and a hint of lemonade from before conquering your tastebuds.

"Can't help it if all I can think about is making you cum right now," he panted between kisses, thrusting even harder until your moans changed their pitch, getting rougher and guttural the more he kept going. "Been thinking about ruining that dress ever since you wore it, baby. You really should've known better than to tease me like that."

The offending piece in question now lay on the bedroom floor among Mingyu's own clothes and underwear, but it had really done its job. The button down satin dress was classy enough to be worn at a family get-together, but the occasional peek of your leg and the info that you happened to wear his favorite set of lingerie underneath it had Mingyu wrap his mind around your outfit for the entire day, just waiting to finally rip it off you at the end of it. And he did, along with the lingerie he suddenly didn't pay that much attention to. Instead, all he could see was you, without any layers that needed his fantasy to run laps, entirely for him.

You playfully smacked his shoulder, tilting his chin up so you could trace his jaw with kisses as he still kept thrusting into you with just his fingers. "In the end you got what you wanted, didn't you?"

"Still getting it, in fact."

"God, shut up," you giggled and led him back to your lips, crashing your own to them until you ran out of breath, your chest heaving. "Now can you..?"

Pretending to be oblivious, Mingyu thrusted his fingers even faster, raising his eyebrows at you. "Can I what, doll? Tell me."

"Can you fuck me now? Like, properly? I think I might cry if you keep this up."

A look at your eyes told him you weren't lying, the beads at the corners of your eyes making his dick twitch in a new kind of excitement as your hips began staggering, the signs of an oncoming orgasm all too familiar to him. Deciding to play nice, Mingyu coaxed you into it and swallowed your moans as he kissed you with a newfound force, caressing the inside of your thigh while he rode out your orgasm.

"Mingyu," you rasped once he pulled back from you, your vision slowly clearing after seeing nothing but white just now. "Mingyu, please, please I want to feel you inside me now, please."

Hearing you chant 'please' while your brows furrowed in absolute concentration on your pleasure made Mingyu groan in satisfaction, unable to hold back anymore himself. Wiping the tears and beads of sweat from your face he kissed you once more, nipping at your bottom lip until you whined into his mouth.

"Will you be good, baby? Will you let me fill you up so you can have that baby you wanted so much?"

The reference to your conversation from before had you whining, thighs trying to rub against each other but held off by Mingyu's hands keeping them spread apart, the cold air hitting your pussy making you hiss in overstimulation.

"Yes, I'll be good! For you, I'll be good for you so please, 'gyu fuck me already," you rambled without really registering anything you said yourself, desperate to feel him stretch you out until you could think about nothing else than his cock filling you to the brim and rendering you senseless. "I promise I'll be good."

"I'll take your word for it then," you heard him say before he slowly pushed in, the mingled sound of your moans and expletetives filling the room around you.

Mingyu was big, everywhere. That meant no matter how often he'd fuck you the feeling of his big cock stretching you until the inside of your thighs burned slightly would never be normal to you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you felt him massage your breast while slowly thrusting into you.

"More," you gasped as your fingers wove through his thick locks, noticing the sweat sticking to it the longer you went at it. "Move faster, baby. I want you to fuck my brains out please."

Adjusting his angle by tilting you up like a ragdoll, Mingyu grunted. "Your wish is my command, doll. Don't blame me if you can't walk tomorrow though."

"I don't care, just go harder, Min-"

You definitely didn't know what you were signing up for. The world shifted on its axis when Mingyu thrusted harder and deeper than before, your fingernails scratching red trails up his back the harder he went, hot breaths intermingling into one. You lost control over the sounds leaving your mouth, an alternation between Mingyu's name and various unholy expressions which all ended with a dragged out moan that synced with Mingyu's own sounds.

Sensing that you were close to the edge yet again when the space around his dick compressed even more, Mingyu panted. "Want me to put my cum into you, princess? Wanna see if you get pregnant with my baby if I do."

"Fuck, you can't just talk like this, it's killing me," you managed to chide him, although a pinch to your clit in retaliation shut you up just as quick, trying to stall you orgasm as best as possible. However, Mingyu wasn't having it.

With a strong grip of your hair he coaxed a whine from you, relishing the dull pain at the root of your hair as he pounded into you. "Come on, baby, just cum already. I know you want to, I can feel you cunt squeezing me all this time. It's practically begging to milk my cock right now."

After that, he didn't need to say or do much more until your thighs began shaking rapidly, your pussy clenching around Mingyu's cock finally sending him over the edge as well, hot cum shooting into your womb until you thought you were burning up from its heat.

"Fuck-"

"Shit, princess. Look at you, you're such a beautiful mess right now."

Pulling out with a wicked grin, Mingyu made a show of admiring the state of your post-orgasm body, dragging a finger through your cum-drenched folds and raising it to your face with a challenging look. Taking on the challenge as he knew you would, you slowly led his finger into your mouth, meticulously licking it clean and swallowing the mixed fluids of you and him before pulling him closer for a kiss.

"I don't know how I deserved you, but I love you so much," he moaned after you pulled away, the dark look in his eyes asking for a round two for which your body was way too exerted however.

You winked at him before gesturing him to help you hop off the bed for a post-sex piss and a shower. "Not more than I love you, babe."

Mingyu's patience came in various shapes and forms. That night, it came in the form of washing and massaging you in the shower and making you a late-night snack despite wanting to continue exactly where you'd left him hanging with one of the most sinful pictures he'd ever seen.

And still, he knew he would never have to wait long for your affection, and perhaps that was why you both made such a great team.

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