Shein Has Taken Down The Selling Of The Israeli Flag, Stopped Its Collaborations With The Country's Influencers

shein has taken down the selling of the israeli flag, stopped its collaborations with the country's influencers and also cancelled free delivery services to the country. do you know how fucking insidious you have to be for SHEIN to cut ties with you??? SHEIN???!!!

it makes me physically ill. a Palestinian on twitter's last post was about burying their six-year-old cousin without his head. a Palestinian boy on youtube dreamt of 100k subscribers on his gaming channel. and yesterday he reached 500k, but he has been killed in the bombing of the gaza strip. the class of 2023-24 in Palestine has ended early because there are not enough students left alive. literal children who were the teachers, artists, doctors, scientists, scholars, writers, engineers of tomorrow.

when is it enough? statistics released by Palestinian officials about the numbers of martyred isn't enough. photographs and videos of fathers scurrying to piece together their children by gathering their body parts isn't enough. presscons surrounded by dead bodies beside a bombed hospital isn't enough.

yet, somehow, the narrative they are pushing is conflict between two faiths. it is absolutely not. this is no religious conflict. this is colonization, occupation, genocide. it's systematic oppression of Palestine and its people.

the word peace has never angered me as much as it has now. and it should anger you too. there can be no peace under violent oppression. there can be no peace after 75 years of ethnic cleansing. there can be no peace in occupied Palestine.

peace is the product of white supremacy, they prod and kill anyone other than them but when retaliation occurs, it is suddenly rabid savages, unjust savages...

remedy.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort; implies that minho has anxiety, unedited bc i am me and you shouldn't expect much from me lmao word count: 1.2k note: hello hello!! i've been meaning to write this since the day of the rock-star comeback but i'm only getting around to finishing it now lol. but the timing's pretty neat so consider this a christmas present from me and mine to you and yours!! <33

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when the sun rouses you awake in the morning, you feel two arms loosely wrapped around you that weren't there before you fell asleep last night.

you smile to yourself, enjoying the warmth and comfort that he brings you. home, finally.

you turn in his hold, as gently as you can to not disturb your slumbering minho.

you don’t know when exactly he got back, but it couldn’t have been more than a couple of hours ago. sometimes, when he has night schedules, he doesn’t usually return until the sun is peeking over the horizon. you’re used to him having to work throughout the wee hours of the night every other week. you don’t like it, but you’re used to it.

you expect to find him snoozing peacefully beside you, with his handsome face and his lips parted cutely as he lightly snores, but when you finally shuffle around to look at him, you instantly frown.

a frown that matches his own.

baby, you think, what’s wrong?

even in his sleep, minho’s brows are knitted together, the corners of his mouth tugged downward like he’s having a bad dream. the instant concern that rushes through you parts the hazy fog in your brain, and then... you remember.

it was only half past three in the morning when your phone buzzed to life, the vibrations resounding brassily against the wooden surface of your nightstand. reaching out blindly for the device, you only needed to peek through one eye to scan the time and the caller id before you held it to your ear, your face still smushed against your fluffy pillow.

"hmm?"

"i'm sorry," minho was quick to apologize. "did i wake you?" he sounded rushed, like he had wandered off to a corner to steal a few minutes for himself before having to go back.

you made a noncommittal noise, already feeling the exhaustion luring you back to dreamland. it had been a long week and you'd endured five whole days just to get to the weekend, to be able to spend hours on end with your boyfriend. it'd be just you and him, wrapped up together in your cozy little bubble, all your stresses and troubles kept at bay. he was always the best part of your days, your weeks, your months, even your years.

even though you were drifting, you still managed to ask, "is everything okay?"

"yeah, everything’s fine. i just missed you."

it made you smile nonetheless. he didn’t often disturb you in the middle of the night just to be sappy with you whenever he was stuck working odd hours, but it wasn’t necessarily anything out of the ordinary. minho could still be needy and clingy sometimes. it was one of the things that you loved most about him - that he could be a grumpy cat most of the time, but underneath that prickly exterior, he was just a big softie. you loved it even more that you were the only person who could bring out that side of him.

"missed you too," you mumbled. it didn’t sound at all lively, but you knew he could tell that you meant it.

you caught a sigh from his end before he continued. though this time, he let his defenses down when he spoke. his voice came out along with a tired exhale, laced with something that you would’ve been able to pick up on had your mind not been delirious with sleep. "wanna be there with you," he said in earnest. "want you to be here with me."

"when are you coming home?" you asked, even though the words came out a little garbled, your voice heavy with sleep.

"in a couple hours. i'll be home right after this."

"okay. we can-" cue a big yawn. "we can stay in bed as long as you want in the morning."

"yeah, that sounds nice."

"then i’ll see you in a bit, okay?"

he paused briefly before his next words came out a little unsteady, hesitant. the unease with which he spoke bypassed your unassuming radar completely. "can we just stay on the phone?"

"min-"

"you don't have to talk to me. just... stay with me for a while."

you think you might've passed out again after that, the subsequent silence and his breathing on the other end having lulled you back to sleep in a matter of seconds.

my love, it brings tears to your eyes just thinking about it, how could i have missed it?

you quietly move closer to him, shuffling inch by inch until you’re chest to chest, hoping his body could sense your warmth and be comforted by it, even just a little bit. you press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, but even that simple touch stirs him awake even though minho is usually a deep sleeper.

his eyes slowly open, and you suppose the tug on your heartstrings loosens when the furrow between his brows eases as he takes in the sight of you.

he heaves a sigh of relief, and it’s like you can actually see some of the tension leaving his body as he pulls you to him, holding you against him so tightly that it’s impossible to move even if you wanted to.

"hi," you say, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, snuggling further into him until it’s hard to tell if the heartbeat you feel is yours or his.

"hi," he replies, his soft lips placing a greeting kiss on the top of your head.

"bad day?" night, but oh well. technicalities. 

his answer comes muffled against your hair, though you feel the slight vibration of his chest when he mutters, "it wasn’t that bad. i was just a little overwhelmed."

"but it's better now?"

"much better, now that you’re here."

truthfully, you don’t really know what to say in moments like this. you want to be able to offer him reassuring words that could ease his nerves and calm his raging sea, but you’re not good with words. you never have been. you don’t think you ever will be, as much as you want to. for him.

it makes you feel guilty at times, not being able to give minho the peace he needs.

you do try though, to comfort him as much as you can.

"i love you," you say quietly. your arm wraps around him, your palm landing on his upper back where your fingers tenderly soothe the firm muscles you find. i'm sorry i wasn't there for you. i wish i have the right words to say to you.

"i could listen to you breathe and feel ten times better," he admits, putting some distance between your faces so he can look at you, as if it'll help emphasize his words. "i don’t even need you to do anything. i just need you. you’re more than enough for me."

his eyes bore into yours, glittering with nothing but a kind of sincerity that he never shows anyone but you. you kiss him then, soft and slow. you want to pour as much love into him as you possibly can. and even then you don't think it can amount to a fraction of what he deserves.

but nonetheless, you try. you try because he means the world to you.

i'll do better for you. let me share your burdens with you.

pulling away, you tell him, as your palm gently holds his cheek, a touch which he leans into instantaneously. "go back to sleep. i’ve got you."

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sorry it's a little too messy

boys having a movie night with their partners (gonna go with f reader to make it easier to write)

not all of them are in a relationship but those are, decided to come as couples

when the guys talk, they share a little about their intimate moments, but hyunjin can't relate

he's attracted to his gf, and he knows she is too. they've had their steamy makeout sessions as proof but it never went past that. maybe dating a virgin wasn't as cute as he thought it'd be

the movie they're watching has some interesting scenes, hyunjin notices the couples whispering to each other, movements under their shared blankets, a few leaving to find privacy

but so does his girlfriend

hyunjin never insisted on it because he didn't wanna make things weird. he wanted her first time to be special, that's why she's waited this long

a few days passed and one day the partners decided to make lunch for the boys, knowing they'll most probably skip it with how busy they were

that day, seeing hyunjin during practice, focused, breathing hard, elegantly moving, she decided it's time

hyunjin didn't think much of it when she left early, knowing the number of people in the room would exhaust her

when they were back at the dorms, he took a shower and decided he'd visit her. he had the keys but always preferred to knock so she'd open the door. it was just a little thing he loved to.

what he didn't expect was seeing her in a cute pink silk night dress, the hem being a white lace.

she looked innocent and delicious

perfect to ruin, make his and only his, his little doll

I'll leave the rest to you ♡

I was imagining a lot of teasing and foreplay and whining but I never got to write this as a whole thing

Innocent virgin! Reader with a dirty minded maybe even slightly perverted! Hyunjin?? That’s my cup of tea right there….

Hyunjin adores you. He adores your cute smile, your cute dimples, your thighs. The way your lips move just the right way where he can picture them wrapped around his cock; how your tits squeeze together when you wear a low-cut top. When Hyunjin started dating you, he immediately thought you were the most adorable little bunny, cheeks that seemed to always be some shade of rosy, nose doused with a shimmer of highlighter, lips plump enough to kiss softly. But he also thought you were so perfectly innocent— innocent enough to corrupt and ruin.

Hyunjin, however, decided to be civil and patient on his plan to corrupt you once he found out you were a virgin. When you told him, he felt his heart swell and he tried (and failed) to hide the way his lip quirked up in a tiny smirk, dark hair covering it enough to leave you in mystery. And, of course, he cooed in understanding and patted your hair, squishing your little cheeks with understanding, “Princess, you’re fine. Don’t worry. We can wait. I’ll wait as long as you want.”

But when months pass and he finds himself hiding in the bathroom with a fist around his cock and you on his mind he bites his lip in regret. Wishing he’d pushed you a little— but wouldn’t that be mean?

Then it started happening more; boners so sore he was hiss. He’d get them even when he watched your hands, the way they wrapped around the things you’d hold, your water bottle, your own phone, his hand, even. Hyunjin would place a pillow on his lap, hair cascading down his cheekbones, blocking his deep red cheeks as you and his friends all laughed at the movie he’d picked out and hour before. Hyunjin noticed when your thighs were draped over his, when they shifted over his lap. When your cheek was against his chest and his nose was in your hair. Damn, you smelled amazing and it got him hard immediately.

Safe to say Hyunjin was fucking horny— and it was clearly your fault. It just seemed you were dreadfully unaware.

It’s only when he comes back from practice one particular day to find the house dead quiet and empty does he completely forget about his raging hormones. At first he thinks you’ve been hurt or something along those lines, the sounds of haptics he’d normally hear we completely gone. Hyunjin would walk through the house with tiptoes and cautious hands, dragging his fingertips along the walls until he heard a little gasp come from his bedroom, and suddenly his heart was calming a bit.

He rounded the corner to your room, peaking through the door expecting to see you laying in bed sleeping, too tired to wait for him to get home. But, no, that’s not it at all.

Hyunjin felt like his eyes would pop out of his head when he sees you in a pretty lace set, pink bra with a trim of white lace; panties matching with frills and a nice matching charm of an embroidered rose sewn in the middle of both the bra and panties. He’s practically drooling at this point, lips parted and skin hot.

You were just sitting there all pretty, hair twisted into waves, lips tinted with a cherry lip balm he was dying to taste.

“Baby? What are you….” Hyunjin walked into the room, trying so hard not to pounce at the sight of you. But the closer he got the hotter he felt; your hands innocently fiddling at the edge of the frills, the roundness in your wide eyes that always made him twitch just a little too much. You parted your lips once he stood just a foot before you in front of the bed, tiny compared to him as you sat. “Jinnie, I missed you.”

That’s what made a switch flip in his pretty mind, it wasn’t even a second before he was bending down to your level and smashing his lips against yours, earning a muffled gasp from you that quickly dissipated into a soft moan. A moan that went straight to his cock, aching and ready to finally get a taste of you.

“Fuck, baby, do you know how long I’ve wanted to take you like this?” He says as he’s rubbing his fingers against your tender parts, swallowing the sounds of your whimpers. His kisses were messy, and at this point he didn’t care much about making your first time special or sweet or wonderful; he just wanted to have you. Finally have you all for himself. And you’d gotten all dolled up for him too! Begging against his lips as a patch of sweet wetness began to form against your lacy panties. “To fuck you?” He’s practically panting now, spit dripping from your lips, his fingers pressing hard against your sensitive clit and making your mind fog. The foreign touch was heavenly, the itch of your lace panties making the pleasure all the more overwhelming. “Gonna let me finally fuck you, sweet girl? Hm? Tell me, doll.”

It’s only when you finally mewl out a helpless, disoriented, “Y-yes!” Does he slide your panties to your ankles and undress his cock, ignoring the way you squirmed at the big stretch of his dick as it sunk into you. It hurt but the deep groans that left him throat were enough to leave you dizzy and so perfectly full. And as the pain dissipated into pleasure you knew you couldn’t go without this lovely feeling again; how his veins were practically imprinted into your gummy walls, the look in his eyes as he stared down at you.

“My pretty little fuck doll,” Hyunjin is groaning as his release burns in his tummy, “Innocent little pussy taking me so well, love. Didn’t even have to prep you… fuck…”

Sorry this took a bit I was struggling to find the right words🤞 but I like how it turned out

hyunjin approved food 😠😦

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ᵎ　🍶　⊹ is it over now?, k. seungmin

꒰ 🗯️ ꒱ 𝖾𝗑！𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇，𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌，𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 ＆ 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌，𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅（𝖿！𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀），𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇（𝗆），𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋，𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 ＆𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 （𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒， 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍，𝖾𝗍𝖼）unedited．

[ 𝟤．𝟤𝗄 ] ★ [ 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 ] ★ [ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ]

"AFTER THIS—" You spoke, immediately pulling away from his lips, panting with your grip on his shoulders tightening, "We're done."

Seungmin chuckled, pointer finger under your chin as a cheeky, almost cocky smile pulled at his plump lips, "Whatever you want to believe, sweetheart."

You wanted to grumble at his disbelief; the way his lip curled up at the corner as he watched you grow more and more flustered from his stare, gauging by his expression you could tell he was mocking you. So in return, you pouted, clutching the collar of his hoodie tighter and jerking him forward, back onto your lips to ignore the way his comment made your cheeks flush.

Seungmin had no problem with that, clutching your lower hips, rolling his hands over your plush skin until he reached your cute ass.

Two years. Two years of dating only to all fall apart; except it didn't really feel like that anymore, did it?

Your breakup was large and hurt like hell, throwing words in the shape of knives back and forth, slamming doors in faces, big fights at 4 a.m loud enough for the neighbors to call the apartment manager. And the fallout wasn't quick either, it was like you two were purposefully trying to drag it out. The push and pull being addicting yet more frustrating day by day.

And finally when you two broke it off it was like a breath of fresh air as you were drowning.

But a month of not speaking seemed worse than the actual fighting. The silence found itself more defeating than any argument the two of you ever shared. And soon Seungmin was on your doorstep again, sporting a case of cheap beer and a smile as if he expected you to take him back in an instant. Oh, and he was so right. You opened the door, being reminded of his warm gaze and fluffy hair, the late hour didn't help much either.

"Min— Seungmin, I'm serious," You struggled to get your point across as he kissed down your throat, wet kisses making your skin tingle. Feeling him against your skin for the first time in weeks was enough to leave your mind cloudy and breath short; Seungmin the same way, "We— this can't be a normal thing for us! W-we're over remember?" Seungmin pulled back from your skin, an almost annoyed expression on his face as you held onto his shoulders, expression as serious as it could be with spit drenching your neck.

"Whose fault is that, huh?" Seungmin tickled up your neck and back to your jaw, adjusting your head with the pads of his fingertips, "We don't have to be done, baby. This could be forever."

You scowl but your expression quickly melted into a soft one as you remembered the sweet things he'd do and say. Well, that is when you guys weren't arguing till the dusk hours.

"No, we really can't," You protest, biting your lip as his hold got stronger, his eyes flashing a look of anger, "You know that, Min."

He spoke after a brief silence, "Then just for tonight, huh?" Seungmin's voice was low again, his eyes dropping from yours to your kissable lips and cute pout.

You nodded, hand flattening over his hair only to mess it up again with your tight grip as he placed a sloppy kiss on your mouth.

The kiss developed into something you couldn't quite describe; messy make out seemed too casual— this felt surreal. Like he was finally giving you what you've needed. You savored every drop of his passion because you knew this was the true last time.

Seungmin lifted you by your waist, hands falling from your warm skin to unbuckle his belt. The only restraint keeping him from your dripping pussy gone once he pulled his jeans down, unsheathing his aching dick. Lips still on yours, the rattle of his belt making you excited. It was an excitement you haven't felt for what feels like years. So you sucked in a breath when you felt his nimble fingers tug your shorts down your thighs, helping him as you raised yourself higher.

"Gonna savor this then," Seungmin mumbled against your eager lips, instantly sending waves in your tummy, making your skin warm and mind blurry.

You nodded, breaking the desperate kiss only to watch as he slid his fingertips between your wet folds; his mouth parted at the feeling of your slick coat his finger, silently surprised by how drenched you were for him.

"God, I missed this pussy, baby," Seungmin hummed as his lips wrapped around his sticky fingers, eyes meeting yours. You watched him without blinking, too in love with how his tongue swirled around his knobby digits. The way his eyelashes closed with a flutter at the unique flavor and how his eyebrows scrunched before he opened his lids again.

"Taste that, sweetheart," Seungmin dipped his fingers into you again, digits entering your lonely hole enough to make you whimper, only to pull out just as quick. His fingertips stuck together by a thick string of arousal, pulling it to your mouth, "Open," you did just that, tasting yourself on his fingertips with your eyes drilling into his, irises seeming to dilate just at the sight of you getting a taste of yourself.

"Tastes fucking amazing, doesn't it?" Seungmin let his fingers rest on your tongue, enjoying the way your lips looked wrapped over his digits, "Should I get a taste? Make you cum all over my face with my tongue?" Oh, his words made your pussy clench around nothing, head instantly nodding as his eyes glistened at your reaction.

"Use your words," Seungmin instructed, watching your face while his hand snuck down to your cunt, pinching at your clit with a knowing smirk.

You whimpered, jerking your hips upward, "Fuck, yes, please." Seungmin stopped his punching to rub an apologetic circle into your clit, leaving your head spinning.

"Lay down for me, then," Seungmin furthered his instruction. You were quick to listen, laying down for him on the cushions, legs wide, openly invited him to really taste you, "Ah, that's a good baby," Seungmin adjusted himself, head positioned between your thighs, wide puppy eyes on yours. He looked so angelic with his bright eyes like that, fluffy hair tickling your inner thigh. Your eyes fell to his cock as it slapped against his abdomen, poor thing left unattended as his tongue flattened against your aching pussy. Almost instantly you reached for his head, the forgotten familiar feeling of his mouth on your cunt making your mind spin.

"God— Seung! Shit, feels so good!" Your voice went straight to his cock, your hands gripping at his scalp causing him to moan against your cute pussy. Seungmin's hand clamped down onto your thigh, squishing it between his nimble fingers, pinching at the flesh anytime you let out a soft moan, wanting to hear more.

Seungmin's tongue was working wonders on you, swirling skillfully over your clit before slipping between your folds and into your hole. He loved the way you'd whimper his name each time his nose brushed against your clit as he fucked his tongue into you. He deeply missed the feeling of being between your shaking thighs; the smell, the sounds, the look of your body from this angle. He loved it all and he wasn't sure how he'd ever go without it ever again.

Seungmin parted from your pussy, eyes meeting yours. You watched with a set of lazy, lidded eyes as he spit down onto your pussy, taking his long fingers and rubbing it in with your slick. All with his eyes still gazing into yours with such intensity you thought you might combust.

"You missed this, sweetheart?" Seungmin's breath against your skin was like the sun on ice, making you sweat, "Missed how good I can make you feel? God, keep making that face— you look so beautiful." Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest and into his hands at that point; it was beating faster than your breathing.

Seungmin rose up to your face, licking his sweet pink lips before attaching them to yours, fingers slipping into your desperate cunt. You immediately moaned into his mouth as he worked those talented fingers in and out, first slowly then the clingier your hands got, the quicker he pumped his hands in.

"Min— Just give me your c-cock," your hands gripped his bicep, the fuzz of his hoodie clinging to your sweaty palms. Seungmin chuckled against your lips, working his digits into you faster as if you dared him to. Your lips weren't even moving with his anymore; instead, open as moans poured out into his, breaths so sharp and fast they felt like knives against your throat.

The worst part was you could feel his leaky cock run against your thigh, the feeling hot and sticky against your heated skin.

"What's the magic word, hm?" Oh, you didn't miss his insistent teasing.

Your eyes focused on his taunting face as he pulled away; the lewd sound of his palm frantically hitting your clit almost hypnotic. It almost made you slip deeper into the fuzziest part of your brain, entranced also by his soft yet scandalous tone.

"Ple— um, please! Please, fuck," You chimed out like a broken clock, clutching his arms harder; gritted teeth being the only thing keeping you from letting every itty bitty sound out.

Seungmin would have kept teasing had it been any other day, but tonight felt different. It felt special— it was special. His first night with you after weeks. He was sure he was gonna use you so good all night; he smirked to himself before nodding, slipping his long fingers out and swiping them over your lips. It didn't even take another  breath before you swallowed his knuckles, moaning at the taste of yourself.

"Obedient girl," Seungmin said as he pulled his fingers out of your lips, the pop of suction echoing off the walls deliciously, "I'll make you remember this forever, sweetheart. Every inch of me is gonna be practically burned into your pretty pussy, yeah?" Seungmin just knew what made you tick so good.

"Mhm! Yes, Min, pretty please," You eyes trained on how his hand wrapped around his cock, not wasting another moment before lining up his engorged tip with your leaking hole.

Every inch he sunk into you was memorable, a new wave of pleasure filling your poor body. Your arms shook and your thighs jerked, mouth fallen open in a permanent look of pleasure. What felt like years worth of missed pleasure was definitely worth waiting for.

When he was sunken deep into, skin meeting skin with a halt, he was gentle for a moment, tucking a messy strand of hair behind your red ear before asking, "Good?"

You nodded, "So good."

Seungmin didn't need any more confirmation before he was holding you by the waist and mumbling something about, "Perfect pussy," and drilling into you.

The feeling was surreal; it's the feeling you always got when getting fucked by Seungmin. However, it was like a feeling you haven't felt in forever finally being felt. You could only compare it to fulfilling a deep craving.

Maybe it was a bit better though.

"Fuckin' hear that?" Seungmin gripped you tighter in his nimble fingers, groaning softly as he let the sound of your soaked pussy fill the air. Each time you swallowed his length between your legs the sound of what could've been mistaken as some kind of puddle being met with a stomp of a foot was made. He practically beamed at the sound, holding his face close to yours, "You're fucking dripping for me, babe. God, missed me that much, didn't you?"

You nodded, shaky head feeling like it was on a buzz of alcohol the more he fucked and filled you.

"So wet, so obedient. I'm gonna miss this, sweetheart," Seungmin was practically right beside your ear, letting every moan and groan he made fill your buzzing head, "But you know this isn't gonna be the last time, right, sweet girl?"

You shook your head, coherent enough to know that can't be, didn't you just say this can't be a regular thing?

You softly shook your head, moan softening as he slammed his own hips into yours.

"No? Oh, what a shame. You can think that, baby. But you and I both know you're gonna be calling me in a week or so, begging me to come ruin you again. It'll be just like that, baby, trust me."

You shook your head again, this time more hesitant as his lips pressed against your neck. God, he knew you too well.

"One— one time t-thing, Min!" You whined, his cock practically drilling against your gummy spot until you weren't really sure what you were arguing against anymore.

"No such thing, pretty baby," Seungmin cooed, fixing your hair for you before his lips were on your neck again, "You know that."

You did know that. But for now you pretended to believe that this would be the one and only time you'd find yourself in this position, legs sore and ass red from the skin slapping against yours.

One time thing, you thought before everything was blurry and your climax washed down on you like a wave of fire going across your body.

Who were you kidding?