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Texts Kenji Sato would send you part 2

He's drunk in this one

Worth it

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader. husband nanami, whiney nanami, brēeding, cowgirl, mdni. adding to this

riding nanami so good that it makes him want to propose. focusing his weight purely on his rocking chair, the continuous creaks sing as you’re rutting back and forth. “s- sweetheart,” he slurs in a dreamy tune, a baritone-like rasp falling on his words. one hand of his grips toward your waist, tracing a thumb against the pretty curvature of your torso. whining yourself, you lean in toward his neck to bury your face near the crook, but he makes you collapse back. “no, no. don’t hide from me, wanna see those eyes,” and as gentle, mahogany irises meet your own, he groans. “good girl, my good girl. jus’ keep lookin’ at me, yeah.”

“kennnn,” you whimper, the repetitive dragging of your hips scratching a bittersweet carnal itch near the insides of your brain. his body heat was scorching hot, you thought you were gonna melt. the insatiable skin slapping against skin makes you deliriously numb, you want more. with your loose jaw hanging itself open, drooping—you lean in to lick a stripe up his neck. “fuck, ‘s good. mhm,” and each time you slam back and forth against him, he kisses his teeth. nanami’s sweating profusely, he barely even notices though because his entire attention’s focused on you. his pretty girl. although, the moment you start to dip your hips in a deep circular rotation, he tosses his head back.

“fuckin’ s- shittt,” he swears, and even his curses sounded so blissful . . sinful. for the first time in forever, nanami whines. the palm of his hand then closes in on your ass to give it a good firm squeeze. with fawn strands covering his eyes, he starts to shake. with his hefty chest heaving and a needy tone pouring from his voice, his gaze meets yours once more. “marry me, m- marry me, i need you to be my wife, please.”

an eyebrow of yours quirk upward at his words as a smile pierces its way against your spit-slicked lips. you throw your arms over his broad shoulders before giving him a sweet reply.

“hm?” and your hips had him going insane—the tempo, it was just right. not too fast nor too slow. the centers of your jittery knees bury itself into the sides of the chair before you whisper into his ear. “did you forget, baby? ‘m already your wife.”

nanami moans, your voice was enough to make him spasm right then and there—you sounded so sweet but your insides felt even sweeter.

your sloppy cunt grips against him tight like a vice, simply clinging onto him for dear life. within each pull and bounce against his lap, your walls were so gummy and goopy. it was just tantalizing. you were nothing but a tease and he only craved for more as each second passes.

taking in every inch of his thick cock, you hold back a noise yourself. digging the edges of your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress an incoming squeal, you kiss his neck — it was slow, you create a soft trail of butterflies with your lips. marking his neck with your own wings that press against your mouth.

“hah, oh . . are we?” he responds, panting. with a hand still glued to your hip like it’s made of adhesive, his eyes meets his ring finger. you and him were definitely still married. he groans, feeling a lump in his throat equivalent to the size of a saucer. “ah, forgive me sweetheart. ‘m sorry, y- your hips are just so..”

he doesn’t even bother trying to finish his trembling sentence before his cock kisses up against your g-spot once more. not just an ordinary kiss though, a french kiss.

it’s sloppy, passionate, and exquisitely thorough.

tangled fingers of yours claw at his cerulean blue dress collar. with cobwebs and cobwebs of slick saliva sloshing against each mouth — he huffs, shivering from your hands to roam further down his work shirt he wore. nanami was sexily slouched back, two thighs spread open for you with a single leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.

oh, he was close. his base sags and hangs as you’re rutting against him quicker and quicker. with a nice amount of fingers scraping through his hair and toying your fingertips with his scalp, you dip your tongue further into his mouth. “m- my love,” he purrs, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him so whiney. his voice was melodic at most, each breaking syllable making the throbbing between your legs intensify. “don’t stop, please—i love you, i love you.”

“i love you too ‘ken,” you babble, feeling the elastic stretch curve and pull through your walls.

your lips part and you moan before feeling him hold your waist tight. nanami groans against your ear and it’s so low that it was almost a mere growl. it could have easily been mistaken as a growl with the raspiness in his voice. with your knees continuing to plow deeper into the chair, bouncing back and forth, he spanks you, again, and again, and again.

nanami’s about to come, you know once his prettily blown irises roll wayyy back until he’s seeing white and his thin brows curl into a proper furrow.

each sloppy bounce against his lap punctuates so good that he’s barely able to hold his moans back by now. you had him hooked. his faint poking dimples press together as he tries to speak, but instead of words, another dragging whine escapes. leaning up against his ear, your warm breath tickles his lobe. “c’mon, kento. cum in me, ‘s okay. make a mess in me, baby.”

“f- fuck, lee talk to me just like that, sweetheart ‘n i might,” he replies back in a shaky tone, feeling a chill reside up his spine.

your cunt’s addictive warmth was preparing to milk him for all that he’s worth. as he clenches down on his jaw for the umpteenth time, his grip against your waist tightens. “ugh, ‘s gonna be so much. so much for you, my sweet l- love,” and as he’s rambling, a thick load abruptly shoots into your core, dribbling into your womb. it’s hot, and when it rains it pours. nanami swallows thickly, the same lump that lived in his throat was now forming into a ball. your hips steadily slow down and you glance down to see the lewd mess emitting deeply into you. it’s so much—it’s velvety, creamy ropes of cum that quickly fill you up to the very top. as his tip spits such sloppy amounts of seed into your starved cunt, he bites his lip. “oh, ‘s still comin’ out. forgive me, ‘m givin’ you all of me, princess.”

with a soft smile, you kiss near the crevice of his mouth where a tiny crinkle caresses and marinates against his soft features. “don’t apologize for being dirty, ken. ‘s okay.” and his face softens at your words. nanami feels his body shudder with heat from how gentle you were with him.

you’re clinging onto him dry and he’s still pumping you full of ridiculous inches—featuring his beloved, syrupy textured cum. it’s a whopping amount that he could barely process how much he’s gifted to you until he actually looks down. the moment chest deflates, the sensitive crown head of his cock gives your sweetest spot its final chaste kiss. satisfied with being filled to the very brim, you don’t get off just yet. instead, you remain there, gently brushing your hips forward.

“m- marry me,” he repeats, his voice cracking.

nanami hears the squelches and spurts your own pussy makes from the residue of cum spewing from the undersides of your legs. “ah,” and he grips your chin, attempting to kiss you but his lips instead reach toward your chin. you worn him out, he’s barely even reaching your mouth and it’s cute. nanami’s got hooded half lidded eyes and a pried open mouth. he’s almost drooling for you, that’s how whipped you had him. “be my wife, i need you.”

kissing his cheek, you smile at his current pussy drunken state. taking a mental image to savor this moment forever, a thumb brushes its way against his tender cheek. “i'm your wife already, silly,” and his eyes dramatically roll back in rapture again. nanami’s releases always last long, and he’s still getting over it. his dick twitches from the sound of your voice, and he wanted more of his sweet sweet wife. the feeling of your sopping walls squeezing him for every ounce of cum he’s got makes him grunt. it feels so good that it’s almost heavenly. it’s warm and insanely sticky — oozing in ropey wads from your hole before trickling all near his lap. “all yours, ken.”

“all m- mine,” he repeats breathlessly, gently grabbing your wrist up to his mouth.

with a sheepish exhale leaving his lips, a free hand slithers its way toward your tummy. sighing deeply, nanami makes direct eye contact. “my love,” he repeats for a final time, and you gasp once he suddenly pulls out.

pouting for a second at feeling empty, he makes you lie flat on your back. nanami’s got a feral look in his eyes, broad shoulders raising up and down and messy unkempt strands all in his face, he wants one thing tonight and it’s you.

as he spreads your quavering legs open with a single hand, he then creeps two fingers toward your stuffed cunt to smear his cum near your entrance. “since we’re already married, let me g- give you a baby, sweetheart. you’d be such a good m- mommy.”

consequences

levi ackerman x fem reader

cw;

mdni, masochism (???), spanking, overstimulation, rough and aggressive sex..

an;

levi is a canon brat tamer and you can't tell me otherwise. also, BIG thank you to @m8tchalatte for being my editor, lysm. this fic was kinda rushed so my apologies beforehand.

You were on round three. And it didn’t look like he was going to stop. You’ve put him in a sour mood and you knew damn well what the consequences were. Levi was going to fuck an apology out of you one way or another.

Cunt raw, indentations on your ass, tears streaming down your reddened face as your body trembled with each thrust. Your incoherent, cathartic pleas of ‘I’m sorry’s and ‘I won’t do it again’s reverberate through the room which only added fuel to his fire.

“Stop. Fucking. Crying.” His voice is gruff, his hands moving up from your hips before he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking it so you met his hungry gaze. His cock pressed a deeper angle, sliding and squeezing roughly against your walls causing your back to arch further.

You tried scooting away, trying to retract from him but it’s futile—only to be met with a painful slap on your ass making you wince.

“Tch. Can’t handle this dick can you?” He mocked, rutting his hips against your slick heat. You cried in pain and pleasure—you couldn’t make out which. “Fuckin’ pathetic.”

“Please..” You manage to wheeze out, screeching. Your mouth agape as a thin trail of saliva hangs from your lips. “I swear, I won’t-”

He smacks you again. Hard. And you’re still shaken from the last.

The visceral heat in his steel grey eyes is unmistakable. He’s eager to see you crumble; eager to ravish, to push that pretty body of yours to its limits as if you haven’t reached them already.

“Come for me, baby, come on.” He urges under his breath, forcing himself into you.

You bite your lip, resisting an orgasm. After everything that happened, you’re not giving him the satisfaction. Though, try as you might—every effort and every breath you held didn’t stop you from being dangerously on edge. Damn it.

Levi knows you; he knows that you’ll cum for him one way or another—and it’s evident in the way his free hand rubbed tormenting circles on your sore clit.

Gone was the sliver of resistance you had within you. Your walls spasm, and you shatter pathetically in your puddle of tears.

“Jesus — fuck!” He grunts harshly, his groin pressed firmly against yours. He brings his hand up again, digging his fingers into your soft, supple flesh as you climax sweetly on his cock once more. Your mouth hangs open, breathless is an understatement.

What was an agonising session, Levi finally pulled out of you. Ass up, shoulders on the bed, your shaking arms that failed to support you sprawl behind your back. He took a moment to scrutinise the vulnerable state you were in; cum overfilling you as it trailed down your thighs.

A prideful smirk curls up Levi’s lips, but it’s quickly replaced with one of authority. His hands find their way to your waist, flipping you over to lie on your back. He admires your tear-stained face, your plump, quivering lips.

"Are you gonna listen to me now? Have you learnt your lesson?” He clamoured, his fingernails clawing onto your waist. “Yes!” A tearful moan escaping your lips. “Yes, yes, please! I’m sorry!”

He takes a sharp breath, seemingly hesitant of your answer. But he’s pushed you enough for now. He finds you adorable like this, all cummed out for him.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” He muttered, brushing a few strands of drenched hair away from your face. “Let me see that pretty face.”

Levi gives you a soft peck on the cheek, moving closer to your level. He runs a hand through your hair, his breath swelters against your ear.

“Are you really sorry though?” He teases, his tone carrying an abrasive nature. He knows you are.

You nod profusely, chewing on your lower lip. Your tears and sniffles subsiding as he caresses your cheek gently.

“You better be.” Levi jeers playfully, stroking the top of your head, “Don’t ever do that again, sweetheart. Understood?"

an;

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PAIRING: Johnny (NCT) + reader (female)

GENRE: fake dating; the title speaks for itself; smut

SUMMARY: The moment you saw Johnny on his motorcycle in all black leather, you knew he was just what you needed to exact revenge on your holier than thou parents. Surprisingly enough, Johnny has the personality of a cloud and the longer you pretend to date him, the more you realize he brings out the best in you.

WARNINGS: mild language; recurring alcohol use and brief mentions of marijuana and cigarettes; potentially triggering elements that involve negligent parents; explicit sexual content

NOTES: 19k words; listening to daddy issues by the neighbourhood; this is a one-shot, there will be no sequels; check the masterlist in my description for other one-shots in this collection; happy reading!

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PAIRING: Mark (NCT) + reader (female)

GENRE: the bet; buckle up buttercup; smut

SUMMARY: When your father moves you overseas for his job, you are determined to hate it until you discover the illegal street races happening after nightfall. Boys are quick to vie for your attention, but none catch your eye like Mark, who takes you on the ride of a lifetime.

WARNINGS: strong language; mild alcohol use; explicit sexual content

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🌙 staring. Mark x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis.Mark is fine with having a crush on the girl in the library. He’s fine watching her from afar. And he’s fine with never speaking a word to the girl who he spends many nights chasing in his dreams. But fate, and a few nosey frat brothers, think Mark would be much better if he was forced to talk to the cute girl from the library that he can’t seem to get out of his head. 

tw/cw. inexperienced/soft reader, frat nct, extreme pining, tooth hurting sweetness, the softest boy in the world, a love so pure it’s going to hurt you, oral (f/m receiving), dry humping, tiddie worship, multiple orgasms, switchy/no bdsm role Mark, etc..

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 35.8k

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1: Thursday - October 23rd

“I’m not telling you who she is, or you’ll do something weird,” Mark states firmly as he leads Jungwoo up the campus library steps. “I told you, I’d walk with you here, but now you have to leave me alone, and go work on your project.”

“But I wanna see the pretty girl,” Jungwoo whines, which always draws a few eyes of people in the surrounding area. A few girls look over and heat flares across the Canadian’s skin. Usually Mark caves under pressure, especially the pressure of people watching a six foot two puppy man make baby faces at him, but today the Canadian music theory major stands firm.

“No.” Mark adjusts the baseball cap on his head, shielding his eyes from his friend and pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Have fun on your group project”

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you hold your notebook in your hands, a bright pink color with numerous doodles sketched onto its cover, your pen on the back of your ear as you slowly cross off a list of things you needed to buy while browsing on your laptop. your room is quiet aside from the soft sound of music playing from your stereo, beyoncé’s cowboy carter album playing from start to finish while you slumped into your soft pink duvet hiding beneath a white canopy slip. the air is crisp how you like, a fresh, chunky strawberry is chewed between teeth, and your skin is freshly scrubbed and moisturized, only covered in a matcha green two piece short and tank set. a laptop sits on your thighs as you cross your legs, twirling your left calf as you bury your back into your mountain of plushies.

this was frustrating. you never realized how hard this would be to find someone to fuck, let alone film content with. you’d made a profile on hinge a week prior to now, and most of the matches weren’t close to peaking your interest. most of the men seemed like creeps, some too old … giving very much grim reaper. and others, too young, freshly adults at that. you think you’ve made yourself appealing enough. cute profile with full faced pictures, personality traits, daily interests even … but it somehow didn’t attract those you truly wanted.

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Sly fox, dumb bunny

To that one anon that requested this a few days ago, hope you like it sweetie! 💖💖💖

Tw: breeding, swearing, jealousy, possessiveness, unprotected sex, nipple play, G!P bada lee;

You and Bada became roommates when both went to SWF2, for your misery.

She was pretty, yes, but you personally found her insufferable on so many levels it was insane. She loved to bully, tease, and overall irritate you whenever she got the chance, always making some move on you and you hated it due to her fuckboy attitude and extreme laid back personality. You tried to switch rooms with any other girl but the answer was always the same: 'Bada doesn't allow any of us to switch with you, we have to obey her'.

"That annoying asshole" You angrily muttered, leaving the practice room when she arrived, slyly smirking at you.

"Where are you going?" She sprinted, catching up with you in a second given her big legs.

"Some place you are not" You drank your coffee, irritated at her presence as you pressed the elevetor button, you just wanted to get away from her.

She looked specially good in a sleeveless basketball jersey and baggy jeans, cap covering her eyes and sneakers. 'Fuckboy' You thought to yourself., entering the elevator.

"You know you can't runaway from me, I'm everywhere" She held the elevator's door, biting her lower lip. "Specially on your mind, little bunny" She raised her eyebrows and you fake vomited.

"Are you desperate because you can't pull any girls with those horrible pick up lines?" She shrugged, smiling. "I'll give you a tip" You said, getting closer to her as her amused eyes followed your moves. You looked up at her, touching the hand that held the door, taking it from there. "keep quiet, you are pretty when you aren't talking shit" You smiled as the doors closed on her dumbfounded face.

It was always like that, always teasing you in front of everyone, her eyes following you everywhere as you danced or actually did anything. She was undeniably hot, yes, but she pissed you off 24/7.

You were leaving the shower as she was leaning onto the kitchen table drinking water, using only a bra and grey sweatpants. You stopped on your tracks, she haven't noticed you only on your towel as her abs smoothly moved as she drank the liquid, your eyes roamed around to the front of her sweatpants, a very large bulge caught your attention.

"Found something you want?" her voice took you from your trance, making you slightly jump.

"jesus" You raised your hand to you chest, gulping.

"Oh, you found jesus?" She smiled, stepping closer to where you were.

"I..." You looked around. "I found out you've been drinking water straight from the house bottle" You tried to come up with an excuse. "And I don't know were you've been putting your lips so... you better stop that" You tried to sound demanding, but her abs and that huge thing kept distracting you.

"Oh, were you thinking about where my lips were?" She hid both hands on her pockets and you got beet red. "you are so obsessed with me" She teased and laughed. "Its okay, I'm obsessed over you too, bunny" She smiled, stepping a little bit further. "It's like you've hexed me, you know?" You rolled your eyes.

"If I knew how to hex people, why would I do it to you out of everyone I know?" She bit her lip, her relaxed posture maddening you. "You are unbelievably delusional, oh my god" You scoffed. "I'm going to get dressed and leave you here, please seek some help" You passed her, heat pooling between your legs as you walked away.

"Oh my god" You locked yourself in your bedroom, trying to catch your breath as your mind kept spinning around to that huge thing between her legs. "I need a girlfriend" You said to yourself, gulping.

Some days had passed and still couldn't shake that horny feeling off. To your surprise one of your sunbaes asked you out and you gladly accepted, thinking it would be great to distract you and of course, maybe you even get a girlfriend out of this.

"Going out?" Bada said, appearing right behind you as you put on your earrings to match with your flowy white dress.

"Not that is any of your business, but I have a date tonight" You stared at her through the mirror. Her nostrils slightly flared as she got a bit more serious than normal.

"Do I know the person?" She crossed her arms.

"Of course you do" You turned to her. "It's Noze" She scoffed.

"That less hot, less talented version of me?" She said and you rolled your eyes.

"You are so full of yourself, Bada" She locked her jaw, a heavy sigh leaving her lips and your turned back to the mirror. She got closer to your back, her voice low and serious.

"I'm older than you" Her breath fanned over your neck as she spoke. "You should address me with more respect" That dangerous tone made your cunt pulse inside your panties, but she didn't need to know that, of course.

"As if I had any respect for you" Your voice sounded small and unsure, but of course she didn't pay any attention to your tone. That was the last straw for her, as she shoved you face first on the mirror, not hard enough to hurt but enough to startle you.

Her body pressed against yours felt hot and heavy, her cock pressed against your butt as she trapped you there.

"You like talking back don't you, little bunny?" She growled on your ear and you whimpered.

"let go of me" Again, unsure.

"You know what? I should let you go to that fucking date" She grinded against you and you lightly did it back, your self control completely leaving your body. "But before that I should fuck your brains out, leave you dripping with my cum, breed you full" You whimpered, closing your eyes.

"Shut up" You breathed out thickly swallowing.

"You would love that, I know" She pressed harder and you shivered, backing against her hard cock. It felt even bigger now as you literally felt it grow. "Tell me you'd like that" She kissed your neck, both hands on the mirror as you were trapped there.

You felt yourself go insane, your wetness seeping through your panties as she pulled down one of the straps of your dress, kissing your shoulder. You moaned as one of your hands tried to palm her cock over her pants and she rolled her eyes when you managed to do it.

"Oh so now the little bunny wants to play?" She teased you, roaming her hands on your breasts over the dress, pulling it down to reveal your tits. She moaned staring at the mirror and you shut your eyes.

Turning you around she roughly kissed you, her hard on poking your clothed tummy. Her tongue swirled around yours and you moaned against her, your arms hugging her neck as she swiftly lift you up, your legs around her waist. She kept kissing you, pressing your back against the wall.

She was everything you've ever dreamed of: tall, strong, had a huge dick and kissed amazingly; oh you hated her.

"Fuck me" You said against her lips, whimpering. And of course she teased you about it.

"No please?" She said, laying with you on the carpet between your legs. You didn't question her on why her choice was the floor and not the bed, but you were definitely in no position to question anything. "I don't know if you can take me bunny" She cockily said and you rolled you eyes.

In a burst of strength you flipped her over, her back now touching the floor with you on top, straddling her waist and slowly grinding over her cock.

"Who do you think you are?" You scoffed, already pulling it out of her pants and boxers and as expected, it was huge. Heavy and hung, her balls full and with little to no hair. 'Even her cock is pretty, fuck' You thought to yourself.

"I told you" She smiled up at you, sitting down to lick on of your nipples, hugging your waist. You moaned, licking your lips as you pushed her down again, spitting on her big cock to lubricate it.

It was huge, yes, but mama didn't raise no bitch.

Pushing your panties to the side you immediately grazed the tip of her cock on your wet slit and she hissed, her eyes dark with lust. Laying back with her hands behind her head she smirked at you struggling to fully take her, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you slowly sunk on her whole length. She moaned when your stretched cunt fully did it, touching her hips with yours. You supported your weight on her chest, lightly scratching her over the shirt.

"Fuck bunny" She breathed out, you didn't wait and started to ride her, her cock reaching places you had neer felt before.

It started out slow and steady as you whimpered, already shaking. She grabbed your ass lifting you up to fully slam you back on her cock, amazed by how well you took her.

You bounced on her cock, your tits jumping up and down as you stared at her beautiful face, locking eyes with her. Fucking hell, that woman knew how to keep eye contact like no one else. You smirked at her awe expression, clenching hard when she started thrusting up alongside with pulling you down, even harder.

"fuck bunny, you are creaming on my dick" She furrowed her eyebrows, her addams apple beautifully exposed as she threw her head back and you leaned forward to kiss it, then her neck. She pulled your face with one hand to lick your lips and her other hand held your hips to slam into you hard.

"I'm gonna cum-oh my fucking god" You moaned on her lips, throwing your head back as she took one of your nipples to her mouth to suck it.

"I'm gonna cum in your pretty hole too" Her voice sounded more steady, but by the way her dick throbbed inside you, you felt how desperate she was as well. "I'm gonna breed you so well bunny, fuck" She kissed your neck, her hips faltering as her hot seed painted your insides. So much you fell forward, knees on the carpet and your hips up, completely pulsing on her dick.

She didn't took it out just yet, shallowing fucking your spent hole and you softly moaned, pushing yourself up so your faces would align as you looked into her dark eyes.

"You won't tire me out in a long time bunny, don't even think about leaving for now" she fucked you a bit harder, kissing your lips as you moaned.

"Too much..." Your voice came out hoarse.

"Shh, it's okay" She said, using your hole to cum one more time, throbbing hard inside you.

She pulled out, her cock wet and red, her cum oozing out of you made you whimper as it fell on her abs. She hissed, staring at your glossy eyes, smirking.

"still thinking about going on that date?" She sat down with you on her lap, kissing your neck.

"You are so annoying" You rolled your eyes when she sucked a hickey on your skin. "Don't leave marks on me" you weakly said, scratching her arms.

"I have to let her know I was here, bunny" She smiled against your skin.

"Why do you keep calling me bunny?" You lightly slapped her arm and she laughed, hugging your waist.

"You remind me of that Zootopia bunny, that bossy and easily irritated one" You allowed yourself to laugh too.

"well if I'm the bunny, you are that fox" She shrugged, pointing at her then at you.

"Sly fox, dumb bunny" You playfully rolled your eyes.

"You are insufferable" She bit your lower lip, laying your back on the carpet again.

"Oh, that I am" She laid on her stomach, kissing your thigh. "and I know you prefer me with my mouth shut so let me get my mouth busy, little bunny"

Next thing you knew she was shoving her tongue inside you, licking her own cum mixed with yours.

pretty little thing

જ⁀➴ park seonghwa x fem!reader

❝you knew there must be another side to him. one with needs and wants and hidden desires. you couldn't help but wonder what that side might look like.❞

wc; 2.4k

cw; mdni, nerd!seonghwa, college au, SMUT, first time together, established relationship, soft dom hwa, thigh riding, slight praise kink, dacryphila, unprotected sex, overuse of pet names, hwa in glasses (a warning of its own)

notes; i hope you all enjoy♡

🎧 all mine by plaza + hrs & hrs by muni long

When you first met Park Seonghwa, you hadn't thought much of him. Other than he was devastatingly beautiful, with the kind of smile you'd expect sweet woodland creatures to flock to and a soft spoken voice that matched absolutely everything else about him. His long wavy hair curling onto his reddened cheeks and big round eyes, and his perfectly color coordinated attire. The only thing that even could possibly take away from it all were the large black rimmed glasses he wore everyday. Too big for his face, really, with the way they were constantly slipping down his nose.

They were just as clumsy as the rest of his endearingly awkward demeanor. His sheepish half smiles when you complimented his outfits and stuttered apologies after accidentally bumping into you in the halls. Everything about Seonghwa was exactly that. Endearing.

So sweet your teeth physically hurt. So cute, a constant smile remained on your face even hours after your shared elective class ended. You felt yourself fall rather quickly for the shy, darling film studies major. Enamored by his ramblings about the Star Wars franchise over lunch and the animal crossing stickers decorating his laptop case.

He wasn't the type you'd normally go for, not at all. He couldn't be more different, really. Seonghwa looked like a doll in comparison to the almost rugged quality of your previous exes. Where they were rough edges and blatant arrogance, he was all kind eyes and soft lines. Tender and pure and all things good in the world.

You didn't dare let yourself believe you had him fully figured out - it was much to early to say that exactly - but you felt you had a pretty good idea. Especially after you ended up being the one to ask him out, following his many failed attempts at getting the words out for himself. Only to then end up helping him recollect the folders he had dropped in surprise at your offer as he struggled out a flustered and enthusiastic yes.

You knew there must be something more to him. Not in a bad way by any means - in the time you'd come to know Seonghwa, you'd come to trust that a bad bone didn’t exist inside his body. But more so, another side to him. One with needs and wants and hidden desires. You couldn't help but wonder what that side might look like.

You caught a glimpse, eventually. On a night your dinner plans ran later than usual as you two sat under the setting sun hours after your plates had been cleared, eventually having to be run off by the workers who needed to close up shop. The night still didn't end for you two even then, and somehow you wound up in the backseat of Seonghwa's car, straddling his lap as you kissed each other with a ferocity that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

Seonghwa had started it, a short staring match that led to him kissing you with a fever you hadn't expected him to possess. With it came his hands wandering the expanse of your torso, touching and squeezing like at any minute you could disappear from his grasp. You certainly don't plan on it, but after a while you do have to pull back to catch your breath.

While your chest is heaving, you catch sight of it. A certain fire in Seonghwa's eyes that wasn't there only moments ago. His gaze on you feels scolding hot as he trails his eyes over you, appearing much like a starved man ready to dive in. He doesn't, that night at least. He suggests you both turn in for the day and continue this another time. You pout, and he laughs and kisses it away, but stands by his word.

You gather that Seonghwa didn't want your first time together to be in his car, of all places, so you offer a weekend movie night as a sort of compromise. He agrees with a knowing smile.

It doesn't last long. You can't focus on whatever classic romance film Seonghwa picked out, even if any other time you would've gladly listen to his thoughts and critics about the storyline. Today, you only have one thing on your mind, and it appears Seonghwa does to.

It doesn't take very long to wind up with your pants discarded on the floor, Seonghwa's hands holding either side of your hips as you pathetically rut against the fabric of his jeans with a desperation you've never quite felt before.

He's still the same Seonghwa. Dressed to the nines even on such a causal hangout with you, although his newspaper boy hat has since been removed in your haste to run your fingers through his hair only moments ago. His same, unruly raven locks are now framing his face in a way that shouldn't be as flattering of a picture as it is.

It's the same Seonghwa, with the same oversized, black rimmed glasses currently sliding down his face. Your heart almost physically aches from wanting so bad to reach out and push them back up his nose bridge.

"Pretty baby," he coos, a feather like touch dragging along your jaw. Seonghwa loved calling you that. Pretty. "You could probably come just like this, hmm? You'd love it, too, wouldn't you?"

The movie he'd put on earlier is still running behind you. It had barley started before you found yourself in this exact position. Seonghwa's hardly even done anything, but your mind is almost drifting from you as your struggle to register his questions, and the verbal response you realize he's expecting.

"Y-yes," you manage, only to hope like hell it's enough.

No praise, just a nod, but he doesn't click his tongue either. You whine high in your throat. Barely enough.

"Show me then, pretty," he instructs so casually. "Come for me, just like this."

The demand causes a swoop in your lower stomach, lurching you embarrassingly closer to that high your so desperately chasing. You can't bring your hips to slow down, but you have to let him know what you actually want.

"But-but," you start, already feeling your eyes going damp. It should be embarrassing that Seonghwa could so easily bring you to tears without ever lifting a finger. "I want you... inside. When I cum."

Seonghwa nods slowly, his saccharine smile now seeming almost mocking, "I'll give you what you want, angel. I'm not done with you yet."

At that, it doesn't take more than a few more seconds for your hips to stutter as your climax crashes down on you. You ride out your high in slow motions that are almost entirely helped by his hold on your hips. Even as your movements stop, his doesn't, and you whimper from the sensitivity of your core against his now thoroughly soaked pants.

"Sorry," you mutter a little sadly, once you’re grounded slightly back to Earth. "About your pants."

Seonghwa laughs lowly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips, "You're okay, baby. Don't apologize."

You're sure you are already red in the face, your cheeks tingling from the heat and your unsteady breathing but the way he's staring up at you certainly doesn't help your case in the slightest.

He brings one hand up to cup your face, pulling you down to meet his soft lips. The taste of his usual strawberry lip balm still remains, despite all the kissing you've done earlier in the night. You had no reason not to believe Seonghwa didn't constantly smell of fresh fruit and vanilla. A fatal combo that caused a painful twist in your chest - he was always so sweet, even like this. Bright shining eyes glazed over with a certain haze that still didn't take at all away from his usual gentle touches and adoring words.

"Lay down for me," he directs when you pull away, his soft breath fanning over your bottom lip.

Like it's your only calling, you scramble to follow his orders. Nearly falling off his lap and onto the floor entirely in your haste. He, in contrast, moves much slower. Taking his absolute time on every button of his shirt while his intense watch on you never wavers.

Before entirely undressing himself, he helps you remove your ruined panties and finishes pulling your crinkled shirt over your head. You lay bare in front of his approving gaze as he rakes up and down your figure, back to your face and back down again.

"Pretty little thing," he mumbles, his voice sounding impossibly deeper to your love stricken ears. He runs an open palm down the expanse of your side. "All mine."

You nod, so quick you're positive your hair is nothing more than a mess sprayed across the cushions. Seonghwa grins at your eagerness and rewards you by moving his hand to cup your core.

It's a light touch, hardly any pressure applied at all, but you simply can't help the moan that leaves you. From the sensitivity and the bone deep craving for his touch that you haven't felt where you truly needed it until now.

His thumb makes lazy circles of your clit as he watches your every expression with keen interest. You wonder if it shows on your face just how hard your fighting not to buck up into his touch to seek even more friction. Take what he gives you, you tell yourself. As quickly as Seonghwa could bring you pleasure, he could just as easily take it away.

He easily slips one finger into you, and a second after only a few lone pumps of his hand. You hold his stare with some difficulty as the pleasure builds, that same ball of heat beginning to build within you.

Then just like that, he takes it away. You could almost cry, but you realize what's coming.

"Please," you beg, despite knowing you don't really have to. Maybe you're just hoping to break his resolve as much as he's completely destroyed yours - make him as rushed and desperate as you feel right now.

Seonghwa shushes you softly, rubbing the inside of your thigh, "I got you, pretty."

You all but melt, trusting and believing his words with a baited breath. It still feels like forever until he's dragging the head of his cock along your folds. You squirm despite yourself, craving for absolutely anything more, and he finally gives in.

The stretch is pleasant, overwhelming in the best way possible. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as he takes his absolute time. Your torn between relishing in the feeling and begging him to hurry up.

You decide on neither before he's entirely bottomed out, and he keeps himself there while you adjust to the feeling. Your mouth opening and closing with no sensible words coming to mind.

"How do you feel, pretty?" He asks, sounding completely put together and collected and everything you're not at the moment.

"Good. Full," you eventually say, the words sounding broken to even your own ears. You've never been so turned on in your life. "You can move."

He studies your expression for another passing moment, "You're sure?"

You nod, and the first sign of his resolve crumbles. His props his arms up by either side of your head as he begins fucking into you, a languid pace that you can't tell is for your sake or by his choice. You lean towards the latter, as all too soon you realize it's not enough.

"More, please," you tell him, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders. "Faster."

Seonghwa's gaze lifts up to study your face, a half smirk playing on his lips, "What, am I not giving my baby enough now?"

You would have never thought after your first meeting with Seonghwa that he would have such a mouth on him. That you would ever be on the receiving end of his desire, much less, or that it would look at all like this.

"Please, Hwa," you all but beg, feeling the first tear slip down your face.

Seonghwa cooes, bringing one of his hands to delicately wipe at your cheek. He looks so pleased, his own breathing even-keeled much unlike your own.

He hums in mock thought, "Okay, love. If you're sure."

Almost too quickly, Seonghwa switches to pounding into you at a surprising pace. Your jaw falls open in a cut off gasp while Seonghwa finally starts letting sounds of pleasure fall from his own mouth.

Unable to bare having him so close yet not close enough for a moment longer, you pull him down until your chests are flush against one another. Slipping your fingers through his hair, you use the newfound hold to bring your lips together messily. As if trying to match his hurry, you kiss him absolutely breathless, until his chest is heaving nearly as much as yours.

Seonghwa is the first to pull away this time, refusing to travel far and he keeps his forehead pressed against yours. Already, you feel another climax building up in you, and you know you won't last much longer.

"Close," you manage between moans and gasps, his pace unforgiving and filling you up just right.

He nods against you, his free hand coming up to guide your lips to his for another brief peck, "I got you, pretty. Let go for me."

It really doesn't take much more than that. Still, Seonghwa brings his fingers down to rub at your clit, the overwhelming sensation nearly causing you to jerk away from his touch. Your high crashes down on you in mere seconds, and you imagine Seonghwa's must follow quickly suit, as a strangled groan falls from his lips in tandem above you.

You catch your breath for a moment, reeling a bit from having possibly the most intense orgasm of your life. Eventually you recognize the feeling of gentle kisses being left all over your face when two are pressed over your closed eyelids. You blink them open, coming to meet Seonghwa's glowing grin first thing.

"There's my pretty girl," he practically whispers. You feel like you could cry all over again, but now for an entirely different reason. "Was that... okay?"

The same Seonghwa, with a thoughtful crease between his brows and his glasses slipping down his face once more. This time, you don't hesitate. You bring your arm up to push the bridge up his nose, leaving your hand there to cup the side of his face. Your Seonghwa is all the same.

"Perfect, Hwa," you assure him, beaming back just as brightly. “You were perfect.”

With Love, John (M)

Non-idol!Johnny x Fem!reader

Andy’s note: This is kinda long. I know, I know, I know. But!! It hit me a few days ago and I HAD to write it. This is my fkn baby. I put both ass cheeks into this and my ADHD-induced hyperfixation had a gorilla grip on me. I love Phil Kaye and I highly recommend you watch Phil perform Repetition here. Everything here will make sense if you do. I promise.

Genre: slight angst, mentions of childhood trauma, slow burn-ish, smut, romance, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, childhood trauma, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, daddy kink, slight edging, dirty talk, unprotected sex, slight dacryphilia (blink and you’ll miss it), slight katoptronophilia (blink and you’ll miss this too), praise kink, strength kink, size kink, is Johnny boy an overindulgence of the kind of man I want? Yes and idgaf.

Summary: John is a personality all of his own. He can talk to anyone, charm everyone, and still go home with no one because he’s bored of it. Bored of the blushing, tired of the smiling eyes with brows arched up in awe of him, sick to death of the strands of hair being pushed behind bright red ears because he is an Adonis among mortals. Then there’s you. His ice water. The girl who makes him obsessed with a single poem because although those words aren’t yours, you’ve opened a dictionary just for him and the words splash him and freeze him in place.

Playlist: Close to You - The Carpenters, It’s The Falling in Love - Michael Jackson, Feelin’ You - Jesse McCartney, Cave Me In - Gallant, Tablo, Eric Nam, As It Was - PREP, From Eden, Hozier, I Feel Good All Over - Stephanie Mills, Punch Drunk Recreation - Jesse McCartney, NFWMY - Hozier, Like Real People Do - Hozier, Play Me - Taemin

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You’re flat. Deadpan and cold like the ice cubes in your coffee on days when the sun refuses to set and you just want to leave work. You never know why you want to leave. It’s boredom. Dissatisfaction. Wherever you are, you just want to leave and when you do leave, you always want to go back. It’s a pattern of boredom. Of missing your friends and counting the minutes until you can get away from them the minute they’re around you. Of reading books and skipping to the end because you don’t have the patience to take your time to find out what will happen. A spoiler never ruined anything for you. You wish life was like that. You wish you could skip to the end to see if this shit that feels more like poorly written filler actually has a point or if you’re an NPC set up for everything yet destined for nothing.

The tall guy comes into the store on an evening that feels exactly like every other evening and you think it’s Wednesday until Ningning tells you that it’s actually Friday and you grunt because it’s just that bad. “Excuse me. Could I talk to you for a minute?” The tall guy asks you. “Yeah… just gimme a minute.” You mutter as you finish updating the inventory and Ningning is star eyes and nerves as she fixes her shirt. He’s not that cute. “What’s up?” You ask as you turn to him. “I noticed that you read a lot. Could you recommend me a book? I’m running out of things and I’ve picked some duds lately.” He says and his voice is like sex and candy and crushed flower petals. “What genre?” You ask him. “Any kind. Doesn’t matter.” He replies. “Date and Time. Phil Kaye. Come on, I’ll grab you a copy. Ningning, stay on the register.” You say and walk off. The tall guy follows behind you and as you navigate the narrow paths of the bookstore lined with high bookshelves you know he thinks you’re pretty. It doesn’t matter to you though. What does being pretty do for anyone? Nothing if you don’t meet the right people. You turn a corner and pull the book off the shelf. “Here. It’s one of the best books I’ve ever read.” You say as you place it into his hands. He examines the book, “Really?” He asks. You nod, “You can feel free to sit and skim it if you want.” “I’m John.” He says and smiles at you. “Y/n. If you’re trying to steal it, I will punch you in the throat.” You say and turn to head back to the registers. “No… I just think you’re beautiful.” He says casually. “So did every man that’s ever fucked me over. Get in line.” You say as you continue walking.

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Ningning quits when she finds out that a swanky fashion store at The Oculus in Tribeca hired her. You’re not upset. She’s not really a book-selling girl. She likes fashion and rich boys who drive fast cars. She hates her roommate Minjeong and working in The Oculus is her step up. It’s a higher wage and eventually an apartment she can share with her rich boyfriend and not with the girl who may or may not be moving up in the fashion industry a little bit faster. You don’t think Minjeong is a bad person but Ningning is young and one day, she’ll see it too.

You post a ‘now hiring’ sign in the window, one on the counter between both registers, one by the lounge, and one on the patron bathroom door then pray someone worth their salt inquires before the day is over. This isn’t even your fucking shop. It was your friends until it wasn’t. She dreamt of opening a book store and you didn’t. You had no sense of direction and were more than content to just work for her. She met some guy named Yuta and you didn’t even know the shop was in your name until the mail started coming in. She signed everything over to you and disappeared. The letter she left is as theatrical as she is. Repetition is her enemy just as it is everyone’s but she, like Ningning, likes rich boys who drive fast cars and she fell in love with a rich boy with a fast car who drove her away from you. Her letter begged you not to hate her and it also begged you not to look for her and you still roll your eyes when it crosses your mind.

John, the tall guy, comes in and he smiles, “So… you’re hiring?” He asks eagerly. “That’s what the sign says, right?” You grunt. “Can I apply?” The air is thick and his eyes pierce yours. “Don’t you have a job?” You ask him flatly. “I did this morning but I quit.” He replies with a shrug. “You know how to work a register?” You say. He nods. “You know how to make coffee, tea, and espresso?” You ask him. He nods, “I literally quit Starbucks. I’m like Michael Jackson with beverages. I got this and I already know my way around the store.” He replies with a smile. He’s probably never heard the word no in his life. “Fine. You fuck up, you’re fired. This is my store so I’m HR. The last guy I hired liked my ass. He touched it and I put his face through the counter. Do your job, keep your hands to yourself, and if you’re looking for love, download Hinge. Girls come here to read, not to get hit on.” You say. “I doubt anyone who comes in here is as pretty as you are but okay.” He says coyly. “I come here to work, not to get hit on. Do it again and you can go back to Starbucks. What’s your availability?” You say as you take a tablet off the back counter. You navigate the prompts to get him registered. “Whenever. Just no weekends.” He says as he pokes around with the register prompts. The cash drawer jumps open and he slams it shut, “I can definitely work the register.” He says proudly.

You nod, “Hooray. The store opens at eight, closes at six. That’s a full shift. Monday through Friday. You get twenty-five bucks an hour. Breaks are paid because it just randomly gets too busy for one person to handle everything alone but there’s plenty of downtime in between for you to recoup. You got an emergency? Let me know. Jisung, Chenle, and Yeri work weekends. If one of them can’t make it, you or I will come in for them. I’ll probably send you in. Get a set of keys from the cubby under the register. It has three keys. Front door, closet, employee restroom. There is no back stock room. If it’s not shelved, we don’t have it. Also, the customer isn’t always right. If someone’s being a bitch, you can tell them. Fist fights are fine but don’t destroy anything. A guy named Jonghyun comes in sometimes. Never charge him full price for anything. I will fire you if you do. He’s an angel and we will move heaven and earth to keep him happy.” You explain. “Is he your boss?” John asks. “Nope. He’s just the only man I’ve ever met who doesn’t turn my stomach and he’s really wonderful.” You reply. John nods.

The patrons browse silently and you pass the tablet to John, “Fill this out. I’ll approve it tonight and you’re all set.” You tell him and take a minute to sip your coffee. John taps in his information and his hands are beautiful. You stare at them for a moment before he interrupts you to inform you thaf he’s finished, “Thanks, Y/n.” He says. “It’s fine.” You say casually.

John is chatty. It’s not a bad thing but you don’t talk much unless you’re familiar with people and your social battery is still drained from going out for drinks with old college friends the previous night and listening to how much they envy you. They’re all in long-term relationships, traveling every holiday, and living. How could they envy a life that’s as thrilling as dryer lint?

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As the days turn onward, you find that John is a splash of color to your grey backdrop. You don’t lose track of the days anymore, you look forward to drinking his coffee and teas, and you like listening to him tell you about himself. You’ve learned that his family is short and that nobody expected him to grow to be well over six feet tall but his mom cheated on her husband with the really tall man who gave her a really great deal on a 1995 Chevy Cavalier. You also learn that he played basketball in high school and college and could’ve gone pro but he hated it and just liked the attention from girls. Your favorite newfound story is that his mother confessed the affair and that led to you getting to know his father who wasn’t a bad guy despite the circumstances and he gifted John a 2013 Jeep Wrangler that he still has. John likes to read, he likes cheap wine, samosas, and nineties video games. He prefers savory foods over sweet ones and his favorite thing about his new job is that he can get home to watch Wheel of Fortune on time.

“Date and Time is… really good, Y/n.” John says on a snowy Valentine’s Day morning. You nod and pretend not to notice the small heart-shaped box and a card in the cubby under your register, “What’s your favorite poem?” You ask him softly. For the first time, there’s no bite in your voice; no vocal defense to continue building an invisible barrier to separate you. “Repetition.” He replies and you stop reviewing the orders for the day, “Why?” You ask. “Because… I don’t know… it’s pretty relatable I guess? Sunsets are just six PM now and I don’t remember why I wake up anymore.” He says and smiles bashfully. You nod in agreement.

Phil fucking Kaye a man who wrote your life story and never met you. A man whose words hit you as if he called you out in a room full of everyone you’ve ever known and read your browser history aloud is bonding you to some guy you’re not even sure you really even like. “It’s my favorite too.” You pipe up, “My parents got divorced when I was younger but… they never fully separated. They co-parented under the same roof and it was just as bad as it sounds. All the other kids with divorced parents envied me but they didn’t know how hellish it was and I was in the middle of it all. Sometimes they’d give each other the silent treatment for days and vent to me. I learned more about them than any kid should know about their parents and… life became a game of repetition. Tense silence, being silently dragged in two opposing directions, never inviting friends over… after a while, I stopped calling it a bad life… it just became home life. After a while, hearing ‘your mother is a selfish bitch’ just becomes like anything else you hear. 'Time for dinner’, 'your father’s a liar’, 'I never wanted kids’, 'make sure you stay away from boys’, 'I love you, kiddo’… all starts to sound the same.” John nods, “I get it. My stepdad- the guy I thought was my dad until the growth spurts started made us do family therapy with my real dad. My mom broke their hearts. My dad didn’t know she was married and my stepdad convinced himself that she only did it because she knew he’d give her a cheap deal on purchasing the car.” John says with a frown. “Did he ever come to grips with it?” You ask. “Yeah… then he killed himself.” John deadpans. You gasp, “Oh shit. I’m sorry.” You say and John just shrugs. “I hear that a lot. It doesn’t mean anything anymore. Like… what are you guys even sorry for?” He laughs humorlessly and turns to the registers, “You gonna stop pretending you don’t see that?”

You sigh and give him a weak smile, “I didn’t get you anything. I’m sorry.” You say sheepishly. “Don’t be. It’s not really conventional considering our 'I talk and you listen’ relationship is literally just me talking and you listening. Open the card at least.” He says and reaches for it. He gently places it in your waiting hand and you open it. The pink card has a porcupine holding little red hearts in its tiny hands and beneath it are the words written:

“I think you’re porcu-fine!”

You chuckle, “Really? That’s cute.” You say as you glance at him and notice his prideful smile, “I finally made you smile.” He says sweetly. “The card made me smile.” You object quietly. “Come on, open it.” He urges you. You open the card and see a fifty-dollar gift card for Wine World and you smile again. In his playful scrawl, there’s a message inside the card on its white canvas:

I think you’re a Moscato sort of lady. Happy Love Day, boss.

With love, John

You smile, “Thank you, John.” You say quietly. John waves a hand at you, “Seeing you smile is rewarding enough. I was beginning to think your face would crack if you ever tried to.” He says. “I feel bad for not getting you anything.” You say, “I- This is really nice and I wanna thank you for this somehow.” John smirks, “You can come back to my place and we can order takeout and watch Wheel of Fortune or we could go somewhere and have dinner or… I don’t know as long as we can eat together.” He says as his eyes search yours. You toss the idea around in your head. “It’s not a date.” You cautiously. “Oh God forbid.” He shoots back with a playful smirk.

You both opt for a Cuban restaurant and as you walk there, you realize that John lives a lot closer to the bookstore than you realized. Twenty minutes from the store and thirty-six minutes from your apartment. “Now I’ll have to bring you bagels on the weekends. Gross.” He tells you as you both eat. “You don’t have to do that.” You reply. “It’s more of a want. You like cinnamon raisin bagels, don’t you?” He says. You nod, “Yeah. How’d you know?” You say incredulously. John smiles, “The way you like your coffee. Extra light and extra sweet. It was just a guess.” He replies coyly. You lean back in your seat, “Are you always so observant, Columbo?” You ask. John nods, “Yeah. I can’t help it and you’re just so fascinating. You kinda remind me of Goob from Meet the Robinsons. I watch people come into the shop and they’re so enamored with you- the waitress hasn’t taken her eyes off of you since we got here and you just slump along… and you think you’re universally despised or overlooked when in reality, everyone is in love with you and that scowl you can’t seem to shake. You’re an enigma.” John skirts his finger around the rim of his beer bottle and you frown, “Okay, Heath Ledger, did you practice that in the mirror while you were in the bathroom?” You mutter. He laughs, “Of course I did. I made you smile today. Eventually, I’m gonna make you blush.” “Don’t count on it.” You tell him with as much conviction as you can muster up. The wine hits you and you feel sleepy, “Take me home. I’m tired.” You groan. “My place or yours?” He asks teasingly. “Yours.” You say softly. John’s eyes shoot open, “You don’t mean that.” He says but you know he’s hoping that you do. “Of course, I don’t.” You say with a satisfied smirk. “Tease.” He chuckles as he waves the waitress over for the bill.

John walks you right to your apartment door and his hand softly moves up to stroke your cheek, “See you tomorrow, boss.” He says and you can see that he’s also just a little too drunk. “Will you make it home safely?” You ask him as you fish your keys out of your coat pocket. “Yeah. I’ll let you know when I get there.” He says. Before you can stop yourself, you hug him tightly, “Thank you for today. It was really good and I didn’t realize how much I needed it.” You whisper against his chest. He circles his arms around you and then brings one hand up to stroke your hair, “Anytime.” He whispers. He feels warm and smells good like old books, lemon balm, and cedar. You inhale him once more and let go, “I think I’ll leave the shop closed tomorrow. We’re supposed to get a snowstorm anyway. Take the day off.” You say as you unlock your door. “You got it, boss.” John says as he slowly makes his way to the elevator. You steal one last glance at him as the elevator doors close. His brown eyes meet with yours and he winks. You refuse to react and opt to scream in your pillow once you’re in the privacy of your bedroom.

Your intercom buzzes and wakes you up. “What the hell.” You whine as you get up. You practically drag yourself to the intercom, “What?” You grunt before pressing the listen button. “I have bagels. Let me in.” John says and you can hear the wind whistling around him. You buzz him in and run to brush your teeth. There’s no time to tidy up but getting rid of your morning breath will do. He knocks on the door and you rush to open it, “Are you insane?” You all but yell. John smiles. His entire face is red and damp from the bitter bite of the wild snowstorm raging on outside. He sets down his bag and you help him out of his coat, “I’ll go put on some coffee. Jesus, John, you’re a popsicle.” You sigh. You bring the bag into the kitchen and empty its contents onto the counter. Bagels, cream cheese, strawberry jam, and ground coffee. You fight a smirk as you set up the coffee maker. John comes in, “No funny business, hold me. I’m cold.” He says as he waits for you with outstretched arms. You stare at him unamused. “Bring it in, mama. Daddy needs body heat.” He says as he tries his damnedest to fight the playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “No.” You say standing your ground. “I’m gonna get you. Come here, you grumpy shrew.” He says in a mocking voice and he inches closer to you. He encases his arms around you and you hum, “Fine but only because you brought me bagels.” You don’t mind hugging him. Surprisingly, you love it. “Whatever the reason, I don’t care.” He hums against the top of your head.

He leads you in a very slow dance and you rest against his chest still groggy with sleep. He pulls back and stares at you, “I think this is the part where we kiss.” He whispers. You fight a smile, “Okay.” You say. “That’s all? 'Okay’?” He laughs. “Fine. Bring it in, daddy. Mama needs a kiss. Is that better?” You say sarcastically. Johnny presses a hand into the small of your back, “That’s perfect… Good girl.” He purrs. “Oh stop it.” You hiss sheepishly as you press your face into his chest. “Flustered? That means you’re blushing. C'mon, lemme see that pretty face.” He says and his voice is coated in sex and sweetness as he pulls back to examine your face. You know he’s filing this away for a later time and you avoid meeting his eyes with yours. “You can let all of those guards down, Y/n. I’ve already got you and we both know it.” He says smugly. He dips down to press his lips to yours and you believe him. He’s got you. You let him take the lead and he kisses you so hungrily that you have to fight to stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together in front of him. “Why do you feel the need to get me?” You ask against his lips. He squeezes you tighter to him and trails kisses along your jaw, “Because you’ve never made me feel special.” He whispers. “Well, no offense but… you’re just a guy. Flawed and human like anyone else, why would I worship you?” You tell him. “And that’s exactly why I’m so drawn to you. Around you, I don’t matter.” He chuckles. You look up at him, “You sound insane. Make it make sense.” You say.

“I hit my first real growth spurt when I was ten. That’s when everything fell apart and my mom confessed everything. How do you look your ten-year-old son in his eyes and tell him that the man he’s been calling daddy- the man who signed his birth certificate and raised him isn’t his actual father? At first, my biological dad rejected me and my stepdad cried every time he looked at me so I did what any rejected ten year old boy would do, Y/n… I made sure everyone liked me. Everyone, all the time. It wasn’t hard because I was already the kid everyone liked but I just never had bad days, never had down days. I was just always smiling everywhere I went because I never smiled at home.” John trails off and holds you as close as he can get. You let him and you stroke his back, “You need therapy.” You say and he laughs, “See what I mean?”

He kisses you again, “I didn’t walk through a blizzard with bagels to be abused. Eat with me and then let’s just sleep.” He says and pulls away from you, “Come on.” You take two plates out from the cabinet over the sink, “Why didn’t you drive?” You ask him. “I hate driving in snow.” He says. You two clamber into your living room; cups full of coffee and bagels on plates and you watch the snow wildly rip through the air. The silence is comfortable and John offers you a bite of his bagel. It’s a plain bagel with a small amount of cream cheese and some strawberry jam. It’s a nice change from your usual cinnamon raisin with more cream cheese than bagel. “Am I your boyfriend yet?” He asks. It’s a whisper of a question that you almost don’t hear. “Ask me later.” You reply and turn to share a smile with him. “Okay.” He says and scoots over to you, “You have jelly on your lip and I would very much like to be a cheeseball and kiss it away… can I? I mean, it’s not a lot so it’d be a waste to use a napkin.” You laugh and lean into him then lick your lips, “Did I get it?” You ask playfully. “You want the truth?” He counters. “Nuh uh.” You say. “It’s still there.” He whispers and leans in to slot his mouth against yours. Your stomach and chest flutter and flip. “I think it’s later now. Am I your boyfriend yet?” He hums against your lips and his tongue dips past your lips. You nod. John pulls away, “I wanna hear you say it.”

“You’re my boyfriend.” You say to him and he smiles contently, “Righteous.” He gently takes your coffee cup from your hand and places it on the coffee table then guides your hands to his chest, “So we’re a couple now. It’s official.” He says proudly.

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After many dates and stolen kisses in the bookstore, you think you’ve completely fallen for John. His hands rubbing gentle circles into your back when he hugs you has become an addiction that you never hesitate to indulge yourself with. Your hardened exterior finally crumbled and you can honestly say that you love this man. He knows it but he’s gentle and patient. As you finish closing up for the day, John reshelves the books from the return bin. “Come over tonight? I’ll order something and we can watch Wheel of Fortune.” He says as he comes back to the registers. You shut down the registers and smile, “If you insist.” You say softly. “I do… Spend the night with me this time.” He whispers as he comes up behind you. “Too much dip on your chip, buddy.” You say flatly as he turns you around to face him, “I can be convinced though.” John kisses your forehead, “We can have dinner and eat ice cream…” He kisses your lips then trails kisses down your neck, “Then I can paint your nails and we can watch a scary movie and I could hold you when you get scared.” He presses his lips to the pulse at the base of your throat and your eyes squeeze shut. “Paint my nails?” You repeat incredulously. “I had a summer job in my cousin’s nail salon for three summers.” He says proudly, “I can even give you cute little decorations.” He has you as he always does and you just want to be as close to him as you can get. “Let’s go then.” You whisper.

You stop off at a pharmacy and pick up polish remover and a few bottles of nail polish. Pink, rusty orange, teal, and black. “Okay, let’s go see what ice cream they have.” John says as his hand envelopes yours. You let your mind wander, just for a moment, to how his hands would feel as they roamed over your body and you purse your lips. You pass the family planning aisle and he stops, “Should we get condoms?” He asks you gently, “It’s totally up to you.” You don’t want to be so obvious so you pretend to think about it, “I think we should… just in case.” You say shyly. He leads you down the aisle and he actually looks nervous for a moment. You squeeze his hand, “Pick whatever’s comfortable for you.” You pipe up as you stop in front of the array of condoms. He chews his bottom lip as his eyes scan over the different boxes. He grabs a box of extra-large Magnums and you freeze in place. John laughs quietly, “Are you okay?” He asks. “I- I- uh- you got extra large. You know what size you picked up, right?” You babble. John leans into you, “Yeah, baby, I know.” He replies and his smile is just too delicious. “Oh… okay then.” You say and try to stay cool. “I’ll be gentle with you. I promise.” He says and you all but collapse into a puddle.

After settling in and having dinner, you and John tidy up. “Come get changed so we can do your nails.” He says gently. You nod and follow him into his room. He opens a drawer and takes out a slightly worn Keith Whitley t-shirt. “Pants or no?” He asks. “No… I don’t usually sleep in pants. Don’t like it.” You say as you take the shirt from him. “I don’t usually sleep in shirts.” He says as he fishes sweatpants and another t-shirt out for himself. In a moment of bravery, you strip out of your jeans and sweater and fold them neatly then slip the t-shirt on. “I was gonna give you some privacy but okay.” John chuckles. You shrug, “It’s fine. It’s just underwear.” You say with a chuckle. John removes his clothes and you gawk just a bit. “It’s just underwear.” He repeats and redresses. You admire the Mike Nesmith t-shirt that he’s wearing, “I’ve never seen these shirts. Are they bedtime exclusives?” You ask. “Yeah… they’ve seen their better days.” He replies, “Get comfy and I’ll go get the polish.” You climb into his bed and inhale his fresh sheets. Your nerves send your thoughts in a thousand different directions at a million miles per hour. You inhale then exhale, “This is fine.” You tell yourself. You glance at his worn down copy of Date and Time on his nightstand and smile. John comes back in, “Okay, let’s do this.” He says as he gets into bed beside you. “Did you decide on a color yet?” You nod, “Teal for my main color and… orange for my secondary color.” You say. “Okay so I’ll do orange on your thumb and your fourth finger and the rest will be teal. Sounds good?” John asks as he rolls the teal bottle of polish between his hands. “Yeah… what are you doing?” You ask him. “Mixing it. It’s better to roll the bottle instead of shaking it. Prevents air bubbles.” He says and gives you a cocky grin. “That’s cool.” You say and he leans in closer, “Tip me for sharing my knowledge.” He says playfully and puckers his lips. You kiss him softly, “Do a good job and I’ll tip you again.” You say. “Hold on. Let’s play some music.” He says as he reaches past you to get his phone off of the nightstand. “What are you in the mood for, my love?” You shrug, “Surprise me.” You say. He pulls back and you watch him scroll for a minute. He smiles and taps his screen. Lucille by Kenny Rogers plays on the Bluetooth speaker on his dresser, “Here we go… y'know my stepdad liked country music. He had great music taste.” John says. He gets to work on your nails and you share more stories.

John finishes your nails as Free by Deniece Williams plays and he sings along softly. “Your voice is pretty.” You tell him. He kisses you gently, “You think so?” He says. You nod, “Yeah.” You pull him into a deeper kiss and he reaches behind you to put the bottles of polish on the nightstand, “What are you getting at, huh?” He purrs against your lips. “Oh, nothing really.” You say coyly. John pushes you onto your back and stares you down, “Nothing at all?” He says and peppers your lips and neck with kisses. “My nails are wet, John.” You whisper. “Oh right. Let me help them dry a little faster.” He says and brings your hands up so he can gently blow on your nails. “John.” You whine. “They’ll be dry soon. Are you wet somewhere else, baby?” He says as he eases up the hem of your shirt ever so slowly. You nod and carefully place your hands on his shoulders to prevent smudging your nail polish. “Do you want me to touch you? I bet those pretty panties are soaking wet.” He dips his hand into your panties and slowly eases his fingers past your folds, “Oh, baby… is this all for me?” John rubs slow circles into your clit and your eyes flutter shut, “John… faster… please.” You whimper. He watches you intently and you involuntarily spread your legs a bit wider. “You stay put and let those nails dry, sweetheart. I’m gonna see just how wet you are. I wanna taste it.” You’ve never let a guy go down on you and as much as you want it, you’re afraid of it, “John… I- I- wait-” “Baby, it’s okay. I need you to trust me, okay? I promise you won’t regret this. Just really want you… it’s more of a need and if you’ll let me, I’ll make you feel so good.” John looks at you with hungry eyes and you nod, “Yeah… yeah.” You whisper and just like that, he’s inching down, raising the t-shirt past your hips, and hooking his fingers around your panties, “Look at me while I do this, okay? Don’t close your eyes.” He murmurs as he pulls your panties off and tosses them to the side. You watch him with your hands placed awkwardly on your stomach and you want so badly to run your fingers through his hair. He holds eye contact as he pushes two fingers into you and sucks on your clit. “John!” You shrill and he shifts to hook one of your legs over his shoulder then brings his arm around to hold you in place. You buck your hips and throw your head back as you feel him bring you closer to the orgasm you’ve been dreaming about. “Please! Just fuck me, John… I need you inside me.” You beg and John pulls away. He licks his lips and curls his fingers up to hit your spot, “I am inside you, short stuff. Is this not enough? Tell me what you want.” He says softly. “I want you to fuck me… please, John. I need you.” You beg and he sits up to take his shirt off. His toned body is all you need to stop caring about how dry your nails are and you trace your fingertips over his chest and down his stomach, “Look at what you’re doing to me, Y/n. Feel it.” He says and brings your hand down to stroke him through his pants. “Oh God, John.” You gasp. He feels huge and you’re afraid, excited, and overwhelmed all at once. 

He bends down to kiss you hard, "I don’t even know what I wanna do next… wanna suck your tits, wanna keep eating you out, wanna turn you over and fuck you into this mattress… decisions, decisions.” He purrs as he lifts you and takes the t-shirt off. He quickly unhooks your bra and flings it aside, “Shit, babe… Y/n.” He mouths at your nipples and rolls them between his fingers, “You’re so gorgeous. Fuck… you like this baby?” He breathes as he presses his face into the valley between your breasts. “Yeah, baby… John… feels so good.” You pant, “I can’t take anymore. Please, please, please.” John laughs as he stands up, “Miss Y/n is a beggar? I never knew that. Miss grumpy little bookstore boss is begging to get slammed. Looks like you’re gonna cry if I don’t.” You sit up and tug at his pants, “And I will so stop fucking around and gimme it.” You demand and he laughs before nudging your head which sends you falling back against the mattress. You both laugh and you reach up for him, “C'mon, please? I really will cry.” You say in a small voice. John takes down his pants and his boxers and you stare at his throbbing dick. “Oh shit.” You gasp. John smiles as he pulls you up by your hand, “Come on, beautiful. It’s not so scary, right?” He says gently. You scoff, “Yes it fucking is. Holy shit, John.” You say. John laughs again, “Take your time with it. Come on. Open your mouth.”

You can’t deny that just the sight of him is making your mouth water despite the sheer anxiety. You try not to wonder if he’ll even fit inside you but it tugs at the back of your mind. You open your mouth and he slowly guides himself inside. He holds your head steady and slowly rolls his hips, “Such a good girl. See? You’re doing great.” He moans. You wrap a hand around his base and bob your head around him slowly; savoring the feel of him against your tongue and the back of your throat. “You’re so fucking pretty. God, you look so hot like this. Such a beautiful girl. Come here. I’m dying to get inside you.” John pulls back and pulls you up to press a hot, wet kiss to your lips before kicking his pants and boxers off. He climbs into the bed and pulls you on top of him. He teases your clit with the swollen tip of his cock and for a moment, you want to stop and use a condom but you look each other in the eyes and silently agree that neither of you can be bothered. He lines himself up at your entrance and you hold your breath in anticipation. “Hey, hey… you gotta relax, short stuff, okay?” He says as he gently strokes his thumbs against your hips. “O-okay. Just… please be gentle.” You whisper. “Of course. I promised you I would. Just keep breathing for me and don’t tense up, okay? Just relax.” He says warmly. You inhale deeply and hold it for a second before exhaling and holding onto John’s broad shoulders. “That’s my girl.” He moans as he slides into you and completely bottoms out. He stretches you beautifully and as you begin riding him, he holds you steady and sucks marks into your neck and chest, “Look at you fucking yourself on my dick. God, baby… you like that, huh?” He groans huskily. “Yeah… I- oh fuck! I love it, baby.” You pant. “Aw, you love me?” John chuckles playfully. “Uh-huh… I do… so much.” You whimper and John smiles, “I love you too, baby.” He says as he grips your hips and thrusts himself into you. You cry out and wrap your arms around his neck, “Feels so good… yes, John. Yes, yes, yes- God! Please don’t stop… please.”

John flips the both of you over and looks down at you, “So wet baby.” He sighs as he traps your arms above your head, “You’re taking me so well… like we were made for each other.” You clench around him, “I was made for this… for you to fuck me… made for you.” You whimper and wrap your legs around his waist. John reaches for a pillow and positions it under your hips, “I’m gonna make you see God tonight.” You stare at him eagerly, “I already am.” You whisper and John fucks into you like his life is depending on it. You take it and you feel him slam so deep into you that you spread your legs even wider because he just invokes something so lewd and desperate in you and he is God tonight. You worship him with each stroke and his name is a prayer on your tongue and down your throat. His eyes are your pearly gates and his hips are your hellfire. He presses a hand down against your abdomen. He knows he’s got you wrapped around his fingers and he laughs a breathless laugh, “I’m just a guy… flawed and human like anyone else. Why would you worship me?” He heaves as he gives you back your own words. “John.” You squeak, “Please.” The way he pins you down drives you mad and you just want him to wrap his hand around your neck. You reach up for his hand and he gives it to you. You bring it down your lips and kiss his knuckles then bring it down to your neck, “Please?” You ask softly and John circles his hand around your throat just right, “God, you’re such a dirty girl. Let’s try something else. I think you’ll like it.” He says as he pulls out of you. You whimper at the absence of him inside you as you let him reposition you on your hands and knees closer to the foot of the bed. “See that mirror?” John asks as he points to his full mirror across the room. You nod. “Watch us.” He says as he slides back into you. John pulls you up and presses you back against him. One hand travels up to your neck and the other travels down to tease circles into your clit. “John!” You cry. “Cum for me, baby. That’s my good girl.” He croons softly against your ear. His fingers speed up and you cum undone but he doesn’t stop, “Let me know if this is too much.” He says. Your body lurches and twitches but you don’t stop him. You’re greedy for him and he knows it. You mew and whimper but you let him keep going, “Is this my pussy now, baby?” He asks. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” You whine and roll your head back against the firmness of his shoulder. “Gonna cum, baby… oh, baby, yes, yes, ugh.” He moans and his hips stutter as he fills you. “John.” You choke out and he doesn’t stop. He pulls out and turns you onto your back before easing back inside. He lays on top of you while using one arm to support his weight and you cling to each other as he milks himself into you. “God, I never wanna fuckin’ stop.” He groans. “Then don’t stop until you’re ready.” You beg. He strokes into you a few more times before you both fall limp. As you both become more grounded, John sighs, “Ah shit.” “What, baby? What’s wrong?” You ask him softly. “I fucked my boss. That is so unprofessional” He says and smirks. “What kinda boss fucks a subordinate? That’s so slutty.” You chuckle. “Nah, she’s not so bad. Only slutty when she’s naked. Gotta look out for those quiet ones, y’know.” You both laugh. John kisses your forehead, “I love you.” He says gently “I love you too.” You reply.

It takes a bit of effort but you both get up, shower, and then change his bedsheets. John gets you cozy in bed, “I’m gonna go get a morning after pill. Wait for me?” He says. You nod and snuggle up beneath his comforter. “We can eat some ice cream when I get back.” He kisses you and heads out. You lay in the silence of his room and replay the events from earlier. You blush as you remember the feel of his mouth on you and the way he moaned your name. You roll over and retrieve the book from his nightstand and it falls open to Repetition. You smile as you trace your fingers over the words and imagine that he’s done it many times before. In his scrawl is a note in green ink at the bottom of the adjacent page:

I told her I think she’s beautiful. She said every guy who’s ever fucked her over thought the same thing. Maybe she’s not mean at all. Maybe she’s just tired. Maybe repetition has made her tired?

He’s not wrong. You hold the pages to your heart for a moment then close the book back and place it on the dresser. He really analyzed you and came to a conclusion in the book you sold him. You feel yourself fall deeper. It doesn’t take him long to come back. He brings you the pill with a glass of water and you take it. You laugh as the box of condoms sit atop his dresser still sealed up. “It’s funny how we grabbed those for ‘just in case’ like we didn’t already know what was gonna go down but it’s hilarious that instead of actually using one, you ended up getting stuffed and creamed like a cannoli.” He says as he hands you a bowl of Chunky Monkey ice cream. You blush, “I foresee an IUD in my future.“ John smirks, "More stuffin’ and creamin’? Hell yeah.” He says with a fist pump. “Really, John?” You laugh. “Really, baby.” He shoots back.

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The heat from outside billows into the store as John comes in. He ran to get lunch as you watched the store. “It’s swamp ass out there.” He sighs as he wipes his brow, “But… daddy got those fuckin’ burritos, baby.” You roll your eyes and smile, “You’re a menace.” You laugh. He brings the food and drinks behind the counter then looks you up and down, “I really love how that dress looks on you.” He says as slides his hand up the back of your sundress to grip your ass. “Stop it, John.” You hiss reluctantly. “Shhhh, sweetheart. Nobody’s gonna know if you hush your pretty little mouth.” He whispers and brings his hand around to slip down the front of your panties. “John.” You whisper. The jazz instrumentals play over the store speakers and John pushes you against the back counter and rubs your clit slowly, “Gonna let daddy make you cum right here?” He says into your ear. You close your eyes and push your face into his chest, “Oh God.” You whimper and he rubs you faster. “You’re so wet, baby. You should’ve told me.” He purrs. You come undone and he pulls his hand from your underwear and slides them into his mouth, “See? Nobody saw us and nobody heard you.” He says softly.

“Confession time.” John says as you two cuddle up in the coolness of your air conditioned apartment. “Oh Lord Jesus.” You say as you sit up and straddle him. “So uh… remember that day I came in and you hired me?” He asks. “Yeah. I do. Best day ever.” You say quietly. He pinches your cheeks, “Well… remember how I said I quit my job?” He says. You nod, “Yeah…” You say and narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. “I didn’t lie or anything like that but I was on my way to work when I saw the sign and… I went and quit then came back hoping like hell I wasn’t too late.” He says. You crack up, “You’re insane, John! What if you were too late?” You ask him. “Then I would’ve crawled my sorry ass back to Starbucks and begged for my job back.” He says with a shrug, “You were worth it.” You smile and stroke his face, “Can I make a confession?” You ask. John nods. “I don’t recommend that book to everyone… Date and Time, I mean. It’s a really special book to me and I don’t just go telling everyone who needs a book recommendation about it.” You say. John smirks, “I’ve been working in that store with you five days a week for almost two years now, short stuff. I’ve never heard you recommend it to anyone. I already know but… why did you tell me about it?” He says and takes your hands in his. You shrug, “Because when I looked at you, I felt like I was supposed to.” He nods, “You liked me all along, didn’t you?” He asks smugly and you nod, “I did but that Valentine’s Day gift… that changed everything.” John quirks up an eyebrow, “How?” 

“The next morning, I woke up and I remembered why.”

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𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚔𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚜, 𝚔-𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚆𝙵𝟸 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜.

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞! <𝟹

𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗!

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.

♡ 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐞

° 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂

◌ 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙹𝚊𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝙱𝚎𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍.

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑬, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑫𝑶𝑫𝑮𝑬𝑵

◌ 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜. (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖)

"𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎."

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑮!𝑷 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 ° 𝟐. (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖)

" 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌."

" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌."

~ 𝙺𝚎𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒 - 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌

𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻, 𝑮!𝑷 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

° 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

◌ .......𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞? (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖).

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑺𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯!𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑺𝑼𝑩!𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑺𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖).

𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝.....𝙷𝙴𝚁.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑷𝑳𝑼𝑺 𝑺𝑰𝒁𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖).

𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎.

𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑵𝑨𝑰𝑽𝑬, 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳!𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨

◌ 𝐀𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫.

𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊'𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚡.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑺𝑼𝑩!𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑫𝑶𝑴!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞. (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖)

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻, 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑷 𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹!𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐈𝐭.

𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑯𝑶𝑾𝑳

◌ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞. (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖)

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊.

𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻, 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑷𝑳𝑼𝑺 𝑺𝑰𝒁𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤... 𝐈 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑮!𝑷 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞.

𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜.

𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑮!𝑷 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑩𝑼𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦. (𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!)

"𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖." "𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍." "𝚄𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝." "𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖." ~ 𝙳𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 - 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻, 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞.

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎."

~ 𝙹𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚒𝚔𝚘 - 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 (𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎)

𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻, 𝑮!𝑷 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖) (𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!)

"𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝."

"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐."

"𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍."

~ 𝙺𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚍𝚎 - 𝚄𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑷𝑳𝑼𝑺 𝑺𝑰𝒁𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭. (𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!)

"𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐."

"𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗."

"𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎?"

~ 𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙰𝙷𝙽 - 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞. (𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!)

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚞n𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗.

° 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂

◌ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲.

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝?

𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

♡ 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

° 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

◌ .......𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞? (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖)

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑺𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯!𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑺𝑼𝑩!𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑺𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

" 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜."

"𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛."

"𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕."

~ 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚢 - 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻, 𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

♡ 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐡

° 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬. (𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!)

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Warnings: Smut/18+/NSFW

A/N: Fic brought to you by THIS song. So he doesn’t exactly admit he’s in Kingsmen because he would never actually be allowed to do so but he does his best. Also, have a gif of Eggsy, because I can’t get enough of Taron’s stupid fucking face. I apologize for any painful grammatical answers, it’s 3AM right now and if I don’t go to sleep I’m gonna die but I also wanna get this posted.

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