Firstly Ive Read This Fic So So So Many Times And I LOV IT!! Dad!mark Is EVERYTHING,, Its So Cute And

firstly I’ve read this fic so so so many times and I LOV IT!! dad!mark is EVERYTHING,, it’s so cute and lovely and I wish it never ended!!

in the long run

synopsis: best friends mark and y/n travel to the future and end up meeting a little boy who calls them “mommy” and “daddy.”

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader | genre: fluff, angst, time travel! au, best friends to lovers! au | warnings: swearing, mentions of parental neglect

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note: had to make this separate post bc tumblr hates me and doesn’t show my full fics in the tags! :/

Turning Page - Jaemin AU

Hi! this one took soooo long to write, apologies but it’s here! Thank you all so much for the continuous love and support you’ve shown my blog throughout 2021💛

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“…She’s your daughter. Even if it hurts atleast she would know, it’s worse than keeping it from her”

And when that day comes you will. You will tell her just how good a man her father is. How gentle and kind he is to everyone. How his smile is the same as hers and can brighten anyone’s day. How she got his eyes and why you can never say no to her just like you were with him.

“It isn’t the only truth I’ve been keeping, one day maybe I’ll get to tell that story”

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duty before love (i) | jeon jungkook

➛ pairing(s): king!jungkook x servant!reader, king!jungkook x queen!oc

➛ genre(s): angst, implied smut, historical au, royalty au

➛ summary: many people believed you were lucky to be given the task of baring the king’s heir, but they didn’t know the troubles and heartache that came along with it.

➛ warning(s): implied smut, mentions of infertility, forced infidelity, unrequited love, unhealthy/toxic relationships, the queen is a bitch and jungkook and the reader deserve better, forced pregnancy (kinda?), brief discussions of parenting styles, (that’s all I can really think of, please let me know if i missed anything)

➛ word count: 3,995 words

➛ author’s note: sorry everyone for taking so long to get something uploaded.  i’ve been busy with finals and i’m finally on break so i should be able to get more stuff out now that i have more time.  hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you all think of it.

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Rich Purity

The Virgin Series – Lee Jeno

Part of ‘The Virgin Diaries’ Series

Virgin!Au, University!Au, Friends-With-Benefits!Au

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Minor Angst

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Rough Sex, Loss of Virginity.

Word Count: 11.5k

Summary: Jeno often found that he had a lot of free time on his hands. Between going to his classes, studying, and going to the gym, he didn’t do much else apart from lounge around the apartment eating snacks. Not needing a part time job like his roommates because of his well-off parents, Jeno knew he had it easy, but it never got to his head, and he was always seen as the sweet, kind person he was. But this pact really threw his head into a spin. As he sat in class thinking about it, a lightbulb went off in his head as he saw you struggling with the work in the front of the class. You suddenly found yourself in a deal that threw your life into a spin. If you took Jeno’s virginity, he would give you tutoring for the rest of the semester. It was the deal of a lifetime to you, a handsome boy offering you sex and tutoring. But when you don’t end up sticking to the one-time sex thing, can you keep things strictly studying and sex with no feelings?

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Why not prompt 28 about improper thoughts for some historical-ish piece? Like, Eren and Reader were so in love and engaged, but Reader's family was watching her like hawks so they don't get frisky with each other - but now they're on their wedding night, they can finally give in to their feelings 👀 If this is okay of course !

Note: Just because this ended up being such a long one, and you guys both requested #28, I'm just gonna combine these asks if that's ok <3 and I'm gonna change the prompt just a liddo bit...Gonna make it a royal AU and make this a bedding ceremony.

Eren’s Birthday Bash 🎉

event masterlist <- check out the Masterlist for all the other drabbles I’ve written these past few days! ❤️

Send me a scenario + a smut prompt I’ll write a quick drabble!

28: “Each of my thoughts about you are improper” 22: "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

Genre: FLUFFFFFFFF, arranged marriage royalty AU, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers all in one!

lmfao honestly I just loved the TV show Reign so much this is all entirely based on the consummation ceremony after their wedding.

CW: technically they do this after drinking wine so, dubcon due to alcohol use?, virginity loss, public sex in front of people (common practice back in monarchies), penetrative sex, creampie

Length: 5.6K……….. don’t ask……..this is basically a full fic

Tagging @kaiochi hehe

TY to Kana for beta reading this and screaming at me about how fluffy it is 🥰 kith kith

Even for a prince, Eren was lucky. It wasn't every day that arranged marriages worked out for royals.

You, a princess from another kingdom, and him, second in line for the throne behind his elder brother—you two were engaged before you even took your first steps, betrothed to one another as part of an alliance between your two kingdoms. As part of this agreement, you, along with a handful of your servants and your ladies-in-waiting, were sent from the age of 13 to live in the castle with the royal family of Paradis. You were already betrothed, so there was no use for you back in your own kingdom. Logic served that you were better off living with your fiancée and his family, soon to become your family, because as a princess in your own kingdom, fourth in the line of succession behind your several brothers, there was no chance of you becoming queen anyway.

At first you protested, of course. Why would you want to be ripped away from your loving and doting mother, your protective and caring siblings, or your wise and gentle father? You had a perfect family, living the life of a carefree princess that had no chances of being a ruler. Unfortunately, becoming betrothed to the second-in-line of Paradis meant that your chances at a responsibility-free life were now zero.

But once you got to know Eren your reservations about the engagement vanished completely.

You were used to your older brothers—they were loud, crass, always wrestling each other and gawking at the ladies. But Eren, Eren was the opposite: a picture-perfect Prince Charming if any. He was reserved when you two first met at the age of 13, red to the tips of his ears when he gazed upon his future wife for the first time. You thought he was cute, especially when he looked at you with the most expressive green eyes, shining like emeralds in the afternoon sun as he walked with you around the garden. He let you hold onto his arm as you walked together, and at first it was a little awkward. Eren wasn't very good with conversation—partly because he was so nervous about meeting you for the first time, and mostly because he wasn't expecting you to be so beautiful.

Eren had heard about you only from the words of his parents. No one in the castle knew much about you, save for letters exchanged between both of your parents before you were sent to live in Paradis. For the first 13 years of his life, you were but a name, the girl who Eren would eventually meet and eventually wed. And to you, Eren and Paradis were both an end to your treasured life at home. You were disappointed, and even afraid of the unknown. But that was the life of a princess with no claims to the throne—a bargaining piece, an offering to a prince. For those first 13 years, you pushed the thought of him to the back of your mind, opting to enjoy the short time in your homeland.

But Eren was always thinking about you, curiosity getting the best of him. He always wondered: were you going to be agreeable, or act the part of a spoiled royal? Would he enjoy talking to you, or would he rather plug his ears with cotton? Would he find you beautiful, or would he be disappointed? As soon as he had become aware of his betrothal, he was plagued with so many questions that he feared to learn the answers to.

He knew at the end that getting married and continuing his lineage was part of his duties as a royal and that he had no choice in the matter—he'd seen his older brother Zeke take a wife and welcome a child just a few years ago. He knew, however, that Zeke and his wife weren't actually in love. In fact, by the amount of arguing and complaining about each other, it was obvious that they hated each other. They were just paired together and forced to live the part of a crowned prince and princess, the lives that they were born into. And something about that felt wrong to Eren: he didn't want to be forced to marry someone he didn't love, let alone someone he didn't even tolerate.

But it turned out that he didn't just learn to tolerate you—he learned to love you. You, with your contagious smiles and laughter, pulled Eren right out of that bubble of shyness and brought out the brash, adventurous boy that he was underneath it all. All the years that you two spent together before you came of age were filled with happiness and laughter. Whether it was running away from your servants together to go watch the stars, spending time on horseback out in the trails, sneaking into the nearby towns dressed as commoners—every day with Eren was an adventure. So much so you'd almost forgotten the real reason you were at the castle. Because for all that time, it just felt like you got to live with your best friend.

He never expected a princess to be so carefree, so honest all the time—and it enraptured him like anything else. The letters your parents sent said you were a bit rambunctious and perhaps a troublemaker, but Eren came to learn that you were much more than that. You were kind and radiated warmth with your smiles, filling his chest with butterflies every time you laughed. He wished to be more like you, to be in your shadow, to explore every inch of the castle and sneak off to every village he could think of, all to see that look of amazement and happiness in your eyes. He wondered if sunlight could be captured and molded into an earthly form, if it would look like you. Sunlight breathed life into the nature around you, but you came to be the one to breathe life into him.

At times—when you both remembered that you weren't just friends but one day would be husband and wife, maybe even a King and Queen—those moments were punctuated by bashfulness. Like when Zeke and his wife welcomed another baby, and Eren's mother, the Queen Carla, had suggested with a smile that she hoped to see you and Eren have one of your own. That managed to make you and Eren, both 16 and raging with hormones, absolutely flustered to all hell.

Over the years you'd both developed such deep feelings for each other that there was no denying that you wanted such a thing. But you and Eren hadn't even kissed much less done anything like that. You did think improper thoughts about him often... he was incredibly handsome, and he was to become your husband, so it was only natural. But as a princess those thoughts had to stay as just that: thoughts. For the sake of your virtue, at least until your wedding ceremony, you had to remain pure. After that, Eren would be your husband, and any such scandalous thoughts about him were welcome, wanted, even.

Not that Eren ever made it known, but he also thought about you like that often... often enough that he wondered if he'd become a pervert with age. What once used to be innocent trips on horseback together, or dips in the river for a swim on a hot day—simple things that you'd done so many times over the years turned to moments where he'd find himself longing to touch you more, to look at you in ways that he shouldn't, at least not until you were wed.

Truly, your wedding couldn't come fast enough.

For the sake of keeping a lid on your growing physical desires for one another, neither of you mentioned it for months leading up to the ceremony. It was a topic neither of you ever talked about, if only because with every coming day, you were closer and closer to it. It being your wedding, your union and... your physical union as well. You two didn't even dare dwell on your feelings either, for that matter. It was better, for both your sakes, to keep those kind of thoughts stored away in your minds under lock and key.

It all came to a head when your wedding was a week away. The castle was a flurry of preparations for the ceremony, yet you and Eren still hadn't even confessed to each other, even after all these years. It was almost laughable, that you'd been engaged to him all your life and still you had no idea if he wanted to be engaged to you.

He'd gone out with you on horseback, "one final ride out before the wedding" he'd said. And while you normally would trace a path around the castle that was lined with guards and made for horseback riding, today Eren led you down a different route, one you'd never gone before in all the years of riding together.

"Where are we going, Eren?"

He turned back to you with a smile, his loose hairs that weren't tied back whipping around his face. Even with his less-than-regal clothing (just a simple pair of slacks and a button down black shirt), he looked positively radiant in the sunlight. All he'd said was, "You'll see, we're almost there, princess."

You followed him further and further down this unmarked trail, through brush and trees, until finally you'd reached a clearing: a meadow, full of yellow and purple flowers, surrounded by trees. A small oasis away from the castle, where you two could be alone.

What did Eren have in mind, bringing you here?

You stopped your horse right next to his. He turned to you and said, "Hope this is okay. Just wanted to talk before...well, you know." Even now he was too bashful to say it, pink painting his cheeks despite his smile cast at you.

"Of course it's okay, 'Ren," you told him, hopping off your horse and tying it to the nearest tree. He did the same, and then he reached out for you. You held onto his arm as he led you the short distance to the clearing, holding onto you as you lifted the skirt of your dress and stepped over the harsh rocks and tree roots, and even as you stepped into the gentle earth of the meadow.

When you made it to the center, he gestured for you both to sit down. You sat next to the each other, crossed-legged but facing opposite ways, so his right shoulder brushed right against yours. He wanted to sit like this, if only to be able to be face-to-face with you when he spoke his last words before your vows.

"The wedding... is it what you want?" were the first words that slipped past his lips, hushed and timid. Uncertain. Like he was afraid of your answer, that perhaps there was a chance you'd say no.

"Eren... we've been betrothed since we were babies," you laughed. The question seemed silly to you—even if you didn't want to, what choice did you both have in the matter? But when you looked up at Eren, his gaze was serious. Nervous, even.

"I know... I know neither of us have been given much of a choice. Even the ceremony—the priest will read our scripted vows and everyone will have to watch us... you know..." He wouldn't dare talk about that right now. You turned away, flustered at the insinuation.

He continued, "There won’t be a chance for us to really say what we feel. I just…” his left hand nervously picked at the flowers on the ground, pulling them out by their roots. He took a deep breath and turned his head up to stare deeply into your eyes. His were a pool of green reflecting you and the pretty yellow flowers around you. And more importantly, they were so clear, they reflected his honesty. “I just want you to know how I feel before it happens. And I’d like to know your feelings too, princess.”

This was the most you both had ever really talked about it—avoiding the topic at all costs for so many years. But you already knew exactly how you felt in your heart.

“I do want this, Eren,” you told him, reflecting that honest gaze back with your own. “I want it so bad I’ve been dreaming of the day for years.”

Relieved, with a smile and his signature tinted cheeks, he replied with, “Me too.” He dropped whatever flowers he had ripped out of the earth, bringing up his right hand to brush over your cheek. “Even if we weren’t betrothed by our parents so many years ago… I’d still marry you this instant.”

Your hand cupped over his own as you asked him, “Are you nervous?”

“Nervous for the wedding?” You nodded. “Not at all. I’m excited, if only because it means you’ll be my wife. And you’ll look so beautiful.”

You felt your heart racing in your chest—Eren had never expressed these kind of thoughts about you. Everything had been strictly friendly, always stopping yourselves before anything you did turned even slightly romantic.

“You’re going to look so handsome too, I’m sure of it. You already are.” You told him, letting your thoughts flow freely past your lips. As you peered into his face you’d thought to yourself that he’d grown so much—from that awkward and shy young boy you met, to this handsome and refined young prince. A man worthy of being a husband. And maybe even one day a king.

You moved your hand that was on top of his, to brush back his loose hair behind his ear. He was deathly still as you did so, feeling the touch of your fingers featherlight across his skin.

He says, barely above a whisper, “So you think I’m handsome?”

“Yes,” your fingers rest behind his ear. “Perhaps a bit brash, but handsome and charming nonetheless,” you smile, just a bit of teasing in your voice. “What about me?”

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, princess” he says, rubbing his thumb across you cheek again, “Just about died the first time I saw you.”

You laughed just a little at his boyish expression. “Is that true?”

“It’s still true,” he replied. “I’ll have to request they’ll be a doctor present at the wedding just in case.”

You both laughed at that, and Eren didn’t think he could be happier than he was right then, hearing the soft sounds of your laughter surrounded by the beauty of these flowers.

I love you

It’d gone quiet, and Eren was blinking himself out of a trance when he realized that you’d stopped laughing.

“You do?” You asked him.

He didn't realize he'd said that out loud, but there was no use denying it. Not to his future wife. "I do."

"'Ren?"

He always loved that when it was just you two, you never called him by his title. Even now his name sounded so sweet coming from you, that he wanted to hear it forever.

Actually, the next four words you said were the words he'd rather hear you say forever:

"I love you too."

His thumb traced over your cupid bow as he said, "I really want to kiss you..."

"Don't you want to wait until the wedding?" You asked, your lips brushing against his finger with every word.

"What is a wedding, anyway?" He mused as your brows stitched together. "Is it not just a proclamation of love?"

"Well... there's the vows and—"

"I, Eren Jaeger, take you to be my wife," he started, as your eyes widened in surprise. "Promise to stand by you, to cherish you, and to love you with every beat of my heart 'till my last breath. How's that for a vow?"

"It's wonderful Eren..." You looked up at him as you spoke your own vow, "I take you to be my husband..." you started, with a shaky voice as he practically beamed at you in return, "promise to love you in joy and in sorrow, through strength and through weariness, as long as I shall live."

"Do you hear that?" He asked with a playful smile, his emerald eyes flickering up towards the sky.

"Hear what, 'Ren?"

He leaned in closer, taking your face in his hands. "I think they're saying 'you may now kiss the bride'"

You started to laugh but he cut you off with a kiss. Your first kiss, you realized, as his lips melded against yours. He felt a warmth in his chest, realizing you'd placed your hand above his heart. He leaned in further, tilting his head, deepening the kiss. It was heavy with years of longing, punctuated by a sigh of relief and the tiniest of whimpers. Though it definitely showcased your mutual inexperience, with the occasional clicking of teeth and the giggle as you bumped noses, it was perfect.

When he pulled away Eren looked down at your lips, plump and glossy with his kiss. "Was that okay?"

"Can we do it again?" You asked him, wishing it never stopped.

Despite how much he wanted to, he knew he couldn't. He chuckled at your eagerness. "I think we'll have to save that for the ceremony. Because if we start now... I don't know if we'll be able to stop."

"Eren, I... don't want our first time to be in front of all those people," you admitted, gazing away from Eren in your embarrassment. The consummation ceremony was something that you'd feared more and more as the days approached. It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders to share your fears aloud with Eren.

"I'm sorry, but it has to be, princess," he said, brushing a stray lock of your hair away from your face. You laid back against the flowers, staring at the sky as you sighed. "I'm not fond of it either...." He laid down in the field next to you, and his fingers traced over the skin of your forearm. He held his head propped up by his elbow, gazing down at you. "But after the ceremony you're free to do whatever you want to do, princess. We can do all the kissing you want to...or more if you're so inclined..."

Having never talked about this before, he wasn't sure how comfortable you'd be with this conversation, so he erred on the side of caution.

Yet, without thinking, you blurted out as you looked over at him, "I am certainly inclined..."

Eren's laughter to that was so loud it echoed in the clearing, contagious enough to elicit laughter from you too.

"Who knew my princess was secretly a lecher?" he teased.

"I am not!" You protested. In a quieter voice you added, "I just suppose sometimes... my thoughts about you are a little improper..."

"Well..." he started, with just a bit of a mischievous quality to his smile, "Let's get through the ceremony, and then you can tell me all about them."

"Are you ready, princess?"

Eren's voice called out to you from where he sat on his knees before you, pulling you from the sea of anxiety that threatened to swallow you whole. Your eyes darted around the bedroom, seeing all the faces of your ladies-in-waiting, your servants, the members of the church, and the royal family. An entire audience gathered with the sole purpose of watching you lose your virginity.

Your mind was just slightly dazed, having drank heaps of ceremonial wine during the festivities for your wedding, as well as the traditional wine reserved for the bedding ceremony. But even in your haze you understood the nervous feeling that prickled under your skin.

Eren could see it on your face, pained with uncertainty.

"It's okay, I'm here," he reassured you, a hand gently rubbing your thigh.

You nodded and the servants took that as a signal to draw the sheer curtains around the bed. At least there was some semblance of privacy. For modesty's sake, you and Eren both wore thin white linen clothing over your chests, though you wore nothing else. He slipped under the blanket, covering you both from the waist down. And as the final curtain drew shut, it was time for the ceremony to begin.

Eren, despite being nervous himself, kept his composure. He had to, if only for your sake.

"We can start slow, okay?" He asked, placing his hands on your knees. He rubbed over them softly, encouragingly.

"Okay," you nodded.

Eren spread your knees apart, looking towards your face for any signs of doubt. He leaned in over you and asked, "Is it okay if I kiss you?"

"Please, Eren," you told him, "I want you to."

Eren, with his chest hovering right over yours and his hands on either sides of your jaw, kissed you as hard as he could. It tasted both sweet and spiced, remnants of the wines you'd both had throughout the celebrations. Your hands came to his sides, bunching up the fabric of his thin shirt in your fists, a desperate bid at holding onto him as you tried to relax into his hold and sink further into the bedsheets.

When you broke apart, just your lips ghosting above each other, so close you could feel each other's breath on your skin—your eyes darted around the room again. Eren held onto your chin and turned you to face him.

"Don't think about them. It's just you and me, okay?"

You met his firm emerald gaze with your own, nodding. You kept your eyes squarely on his between each heated kiss. He didn’t stop until he felt your muscles relax and your head rest against the pillow.

Your hands wrapped around his neck as he pressed his forehead against yours. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and calming his nerves, before opening them again. He couldn’t help but smile when he locked eyes with you again.

“Eren… how are you so calm?” You whispered to him, “I feel so nervous…”

He took one of your hands off of his neck, and placed it squarely above his heart. Even through the linen you felt it thrashing wildly in his chest.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” He asked softly. “I’m the same as you, princess. Just as nervous. But I've wanted this for so long...the whole kingdom could be here watching and I'd still want you.”

Your lips parted to tell him how you wanted him too, but your words got stifled by a whimper as his lips traced down the column of your throat. Instead of words, you opted to show him: you held on tighter to his neck and wrapped your legs tight around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into you. With his lips he painted your unsullied skin with his sin, the first and only man to ever touch you like this. When you'd pulled him so close to you that there was no room left, you felt him hard and eager between your legs.

"Princess..." he murmured against your shoulder before pulling up to face you once more. He brushed over your lips with his thumb, just as he had back in the clearing. Only this time, he was so clearly overtaken by lust, his gaze lidded and pupils so wide all traces of green were gone. "Can we..."

"Yes...I want to," you replied, your focus entirely on your husband. You'd practically forgotten about your audience now, them impatiently waiting for you both to finish as they stood behind the curtains.

He didn't take his eyes off of you for a moment, even as his hand slipped down between you both to touch you, to prepare you for him. He went slowly, purposefully, with gentle reassurances of how well you were doing, and how pretty and beautiful you were, his lovely wife. God, he still couldn't believe after all this time—to finally call you his wife... he smiled at the thought, looking down at you as you writhed and moaned so pretty under his touch. He wasn't an expert by any means, never having done this himself, but he knew from awkward conversations with his father that the first time would hurt for you if he rushed it.

As he sat on his knees he pulled his two fingers out of you, coated in your slick, and rubbed it onto his length with a closed fist around his shaft. He grit his teeth and bit back a groan at the sensation, watching as you held your legs spread open for him. You were flustered, he could tell by your face, but as Eren lined himself up with you, you began to feel prickles of excitement behind the nervousness. You reached out to him, to grab onto the fabric over his chest once more. He shot you a questioning look.

"I'm okay, 'Ren." For the first time during the ceremony you called him by the name that you'd only ever reserved for his ears, a smile at the corners of your lips as your legs squeezed him at either of his sides.

He nodded and then you felt it: the tip of his cock as it pushed against your entrance. You gasped almost immediately, casting your gaze down towards where you were connected, but all you could see was the fabrics of your shirts and the cloth of the blankets on your bodies.

"Look at me," Eren said to you, "Wanna see your face, princess."

When you did meet his gaze, he repeated, "Just keep your eyes on me."

And then it started: the pain of being stretched for the first time as he pushed his way in as delicately as he could manage. You gasped and winced as he split you apart, hands gripping tightly onto his shirt, the bedsheets, anything they could reach.

"Erennn," you whined his name, a dull ache as he pushed in little by little.

"I know...a bit more, okay?" In reality, it was barely the tip that was even in and you were already so impossibly tight around him.

"Ah-okay, okay."

He pulled out just a little and pushed back in, gaining an inch in the process. The action had you mewling against him, your thighs squeezing at his sides again. A positive reaction. So he did it again. And a third time, which had him halfway inside you. Something about pulling out and pushing back in felt good even despite the pain, earning soft moans from you.

When he stopped, to his chagrin he heard you say, "Again."

"So impatient, you lecher," he chuckled, but his tone was gentle. Then, again he did the motion, slowly, letting you ride out each wave of pain until it turned into pleasure. It was abysmally slow, but it was reassuring, it was exactly what you needed. And it made you so glad to be Eren's wife.

When Eren was finally fully sheathed inside you, you both paused for a moment, realizing that, yes, finally, you were connected like this. The feeling of being stuffed like this, of having him so deep inside you, it couldn't be described as anything less than being full.

"Are you alright?" He asked when you'd gone silent on him.

"I'm so... so full," you said, voice dazed as you stared back into the black pools of desire that were his pupils.

"I feel it... it's tight. Warm." He sighed, eyebrows stitched together as he concentrated on not coming immediately. "It feels so good."

He dragged his cock out to the tip, an experiment to see how it would feel to pump his whole length into you. When he did so, it felt incredible. Even his brain felt foggy, and not because of the wine, drunk on the pleasure that he gained from being inside you like this.

It still stung a little for you, a dull ache that subsided little by little with each patient stroke and slow thrust of his hips. He switched positions, shifting from sitting on his knees to leaning over you, his hands holding onto the headboard behind your head for support. The angle had him deeper inside you, the feeling so intense it had you gasping for air once more. But by the way your legs tightened around his waist and your fingers dug into his shoulders, he knew you were slipping farther and farther away from pain and closer to the pleasure he was feeling.

And then he heard a faint "oh."

It was like a switch had gone off, and suddenly there wasn't a single bit of pain. Each push and pull of his body felt good, so, so good.

"Oh—Ren, it's—“

"Feels good?"

"Yes, Yes."

He buried his face into your neck as he rocked into you, the beginnings of a steady rhythm starting as you both began to feel the pleasures of lovemaking, his hands holding onto the headboard above you for stability. He was quiet save for his heavy breathing in your ear, until he heard the sounds of your moans leaving your lips.

“Baby?” He asked you, low enough for only you to hear.

“Mhm?”

“Keep quiet, okay?” He kissed at your shoulder as he did a particularly deep thrust that had you swallowing a sob. “Don’t want anyone to hear your pretty voice but me.”

You bit down on your lip to stifle your moans, trading them in for hushed whimpers as Eren moved back and forth into you. You were both so relieved it didn't hurt anymore, succumbing to the pleasure that you were able to give each other. He switched it up, on some thrusts hitting so deep you had to sob, and on others opting for quick and shallow, making you ultra-sensitive. He was still learning what to do, what felt good for the two of you. And he vowed that after this ceremony he would spent as long as it took to learn what you liked and perfect it, if only to please you.

He felt your fingers around his neck, felt them dig into his hair and tug on his strands. "'Ren, want you to kiss me," you breathed out, craving the touch of his lips on yours once more. He let go of the headboard, instead framing your cheeks with his palms, kissing you deeply like he wished to consume you as he grinded his hips into you, over and over.

He broke apart from you to take in a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his forehead against yours, as your walls clamped down on him. You were getting tighter and tighter by the moment, each thrust pulling you towards the edge, and he was being pulled right along with you by your body.

"Princess you're so—god, you're so tight right now," he sighed, his voice strained. He felt it himself, the way he was coming so close to his release.

"It just feels so—oh, god—just so, good, 'Ren."

"I know—I know," he leaned down to kiss you again as he moved faster, to swallow the moans and cries that could no longer stay caged behind your lips. He opened his eyes just to peer at you, mouthing the words "so beautiful" as he watched you come undone, sweat tainting your brow, your lips forming a little 'o' as you choked on a sob. All for him.

It couldn't have even been a couple seconds longer until he reached his peak too, the gradually winding coil in his body snapping with a fury at the feeling of your orgasm squeezing him tight inside you. It was so foreign, to feel how warm and wet it was as he came so deep inside you. You both stilled for a moment as your body throbbed and his own shuddered with each load he pumped into you, his body draining itself of everything it had to give you. You felt it, the way he twitched and throbbed inside you and he groaned against your neck, his chest heaving with his attempts at catching his breath.

You shared a lazy smile when you finished, Eren’s lips grazing your forehead as his fingers danced along your flushed skin. You’d even forgotten you weren’t the only two in the room, until there was shuffling of feet and chattering of guests as they left, satisfied with what they’d seen. You and Eren shared a look of surprise, the both of you lost in a world of your own until you’d been reminded that this was a ceremony and not the privacy of your bedroom.

When all the viewers had left, and it was just you and Eren alone, his first words to you were: “I love you, princess.” Despite his dazed, worn-out, slightly drunken stare, there was nothing but affection behind it and love laced with his words.

“I love you too ‘Ren,” you smiled, tucking his messy loose hair back behind his ear. It was for nothing, because the second he leaned down to kiss you again his locks slipped out of place once more. So you twirled them with your fingers instead.

“That was… better than I imagined it to be,” Eren said with a sigh, shifting under the covers until he was laying next to you, facing you.

“Yeah…” with just a tiny teasing grin you said, “wanna try again?”

Eren laughed, the sound so deep but so gentle, affectionate even. “Slow down, princess.” He placed a kiss to your temple and added, “We’ll have a whole lifetime to love each other, won’t we?”

“Yeah…we will.”

Homecoming (M)

Pairing: NCT Johnny ♡ Female!Reader

Description: When a high school reunion drags you back from the bustling city to your hometown, you can’t help but feel inadequate compared your friends’ settled lives, who have thing you want most— kids. You may get your most desperate wish when your long-lost best friend sweeps into town, not quite the introverted nerd he was from 10 years ago.

Genre: high school reunion au smut | romance  WC: 16k Warnings: graphic smut (Dom! Johnny + Sub! Reader, dirty talk, !!!pregnancy kink!!!, unprotected sex, oral sex, rough sex, bulge kink, slight exhibitionism, footsie, slight cum eating, overstimulation), mentions of adultery

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