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HOW Y’ALL BE RIDING CLOWN DICK

HOW Y’ALL BE RIDING CLOWN DICK

It's 4:58am, I don't care let me tell you about my friend's dog

My friends dog is 2 things, one obsessed with me for reasons I cannot discern [usually dogs dont like me] and two is very dumb and very smart At The Same Time.

and by this I will give an example, she does and does not understand the concept of fetch.

she wants you to throw the toy, she wants to retrieve it and wants this process to repeat

HOwever: will not give you the toy but will instead run around you holding it in her mouth and "mooing"

->thing she does when she's happy and wants to play it sounds like those canned mooing things

once you have the toy one of two things will happen

she will forget what she's doing and walk away and back several times still mooing. You must shake the toy to get her attention again

or she will run before you've thrown it.

once she's has retrieved said toy she will walk back and forth with it mooing and wanting it to be thrown again, but will not relinquish it without you putting your hand on the toy to take from her mouth.

I'll be clear, when she does this the way I know she wants it thrown again is the second you put your hand on it and give the babiest pull she let's go. There is no struggle no pulling cause she just wants to walk around w it, no she wants it thrown again. But seems to want your participation and consent to throw it again.

She sees it more like playing catch I think? which is cool I think cause she has observed my friend and I playing catch

the only issue is...the ball she has chosen is sonetimes so small it would be impossible to retrieve without actually putting your hand INSIDE her mouth. Like your hand inside the Slobbery golden retriever maw to grasp a slime, hair covered ball.

I'm not too concerned with that so much-> I'll just wash my hand,

but this is still a living creature that is unpredictable. So putting your hand IN its mouth, not the most advisable.

not to mention it's hard to initially tell she has something her mouth to say "I have ball, let's play"

she just looks like she's mooing with her mouth s l i g h t l y agape.

I have taught her to respond to a whistle command and also hand signals tho so that's cool.

Anyhow the sun is nearly up so I'll be in my crypt.->scratch that, tis

So I best be off

Also my concussion is mostly healed, still have a bump and my vision is a bit odd but that can happen and it will reverse itself eventually so I may post some proper art soon? until then, off I go to the land of the unconscious.

Yeom Yoon Hye (22) and Bae Kyo Hyun (23) want to show Korea that you can be plus size and also pretty. The two fashion models made their official debut on June 16 after winning 1st and 2nd place at a model contest held by ‘J Style’ - a plus size online shopping mall. 

Out of the 170 contestants, Yeom Yoon Hye took first place and landed a modeling deal with ‘J Style’. Bae Kyo Hyun, who had a specialty in digital production, was eliminated at 2nd place but was luckily offered to be the social media manager for the brand. 

Yeom Yoon Hye and Bae Kyo Hyun revealed that it was their life-long dream to become models. However, their dreams were looked down on and often reacted with laughter. 

The girls opened up about the hardships they faced as “the fat girls.“ Yeom Yoon Hye shared that she was often made fun of by boys. When walking down a sidewalk with a skinny friend, some criticized her thick legs and called them ‘elephant legs’. 

Bae Kyo Hyun looked back at her middle school days and shared, "The boy students would laugh at me when I’m eating at the cafeteria. Since then, I packed lunch and ate by myself in the classroom.”

CONTINUE READING IN ALLKPOP

Can I please request something romantic and spicy with Simon Blackquill and a plus-size fem reader? Anything is fine, maybe some body worship, just no pegging please. Thanks and I love your writing!

Pairing: Simon Blackquill x plus-size!female reader

Warnings: smut, very filthy, semi-public sex, dirty talk, Simon is a horny Bri'ish idiot and I made him sound like one, kinda feral maybe, oral sex (reader receiving), body worship, lots of f-bombs

Wordcount: 706

"Have you completely lost your mind, you idiot?" You hiss at the large man as he nudges you inside the restaurant's cramped bathroom before stepping in after you. "Someone will see!" Simon turns the knob until it clicks and bridges the distance between you in a few quick strides. His lips are on yours instantly, the kiss rough and possessive. He lifts you on the counter next to the sink effortlessly, pulling back to admire the sight. There's lipstick smudged around his mouth when you look up at him and his gaze is positively feral, making your blood run hot.

"This dress," he growls, taking a fistful of the flimsy fabric, "Looks fucking incredible on you. You're bloody gorgeous tonight - you're always bloody gorgeous, but I love seeing you like this, all dolled up and confident. I promised myself I'd be a good boy and wait until we got home to tear it off you - and mind you, I still fully intend on doing that - but my fucking God, when I saw the way your arse looked when you stood up to dance, I knew I had to show my appreciation immediately." You're gasping for air as he trails bites and kisses on the side of your neck after pushing your hair out of place, grateful for the fact you remembered to throw the concealer in your purse earlier.

"You're so fucking hot," he growls whilst yanking down the neckline of your dress, exposing your breasts and hardening nipples to his heated gaze. Simon falls to his knees in front of you, lips wrapping around the soft flesh as his hands trail up your thighs. "Ooh, are those the pretty lacy ones I love?" He purrs as his hand traces the fabric covering your mound, tongue still flicking your nipples. You nod, chocking back needy sounds as his fingers tease your slit. "Lovely," Simon coos, pushing your dress up to reveal your crotch. His fingers slide beneath the fabric, pushing it to the side with one hand whilst his thumb gently circles the growing wetness. "I'm gonna eat you out now, okay? Try to stay quiet, there are people outside," he teases and you snort, wrapping your thighs around his head, muffling a growl that sounded a lot like, "Fuck yeah, crush me with those thick fuckin' thighs." You must be hearing things now.

He wastes no time dragging his tongue across your damp folds, circling your clit just the way you like. You bite down on your knuckles to keep quiet, gently canting your hips against his eager face. Simon doesn't bother trying to hold you down, letting you fuck his face with enthusiasm, encouraging you with little growls and lewd words that slip out between hot flicks of his tongue. "Does it get you hot?" Simon teases, voice dripping with smugness, "Fucking my face over here while our friends and coworkers are outside, wondering where we are? Do you like knowing how needy I am for you? You're so pretty, God, how could I not be? Fuck, I love your gorgeous thighs around my face." He trails on for a while, each sentence that spills from his lips filthier than the previous one. You can't even hear him anymore - you feel like you're underwater, his voice barely reaching you as pleasure washes you over. He growls with his lips around your clit and it pushes you over the edge, finishing on his eager tongue with a sound that was perhaps a smidge too loud given the circumstances.

Simon pulls back, his chin covered in your slick, a trace of red lipstick still smudged around his lips. "That was lovely, darling. Thank you." He whispers, reaching for a towel to wipe his face clean. You pull him in for a desperate kiss, arousal still clouding your mind. There's a knock on the door just as you're about to pull his cock out of his pants. "Occupied!" You call out, gasping as he drags his length through your folds. "She said occupied!" Simon growls when the knocking persists, a squeaky "sorry" coming from the other side before whatever poor soul was trying to interrupt hurries away. "Now, where were we?" He grins, gently probing your entrance.

books & cliche endings. 

member: hwang hyunjin

genre: fluff

word count: 1.5 k

in honor of our lovestay boy coming home. 

“Do you remember when we first met?” The love of your life asks, looking at you, as the two of you stroll hand in hand down the cobblestone street.

You look at the taller boy, nodding at him. 

He licks his lip, before he continues,

“That was the best day of my life.” 

His long fingers squeeze yours tight. 

“The best day of my life.” he repeats.

“The best.” He mutters, kissing you softly. 

On your tiptoes, you still can’t reach the copy of the book you’ve been saving up to buy. 

You try once.

You try again.

You try a third time. 

You groan.

 A hand, attached to an arm, with a silver chain bracelet, grabs the last copy. 

God damn it. It’s like every single movie trope where now I turn around and it’s a cute boy who also wants the last copy but gives it to me and somehow gives me his phone number too.

You brace yourself and turn around, ready for a classically cute face. 

Your jaw drops anyways, when you realize-

He’s fucking gorgeous.

“Hi. I noticed you couldn’t reach that book, and after a few attempts, i thought maybe I could be like the knight in the book and help the pretty lady.” 

You blink. 

You blink twice. 

“You’ve read it?” You ask, quietly, your voice cracking halfway through the short sentence. You flush in embarrassment. 

The boy nods. 

“It’s one of my favorites actually.” He smiles widely, straight teeth showing, eyes crinkling. 

You smile back. 

“Well uh, here.” He says, handing the book to you. 

Tucking the hardcover in the crook of your elbow, you look at the boy.

He runs his hand through his hair. 

“Um. would you want to meet here next week and talk about it?” he asks, shyly. He looks down at the floor, waiting for your answer.

“Yeah-” you smile, “I’d love that. Umm how about this time next week, 11am?” 

A bigger grin than before appears on his face and he nods. 

A week later, and you sit in front of the brick bookstore, waiting for the boy that you had talked to. It took you until you had gotten home that evening that you never got his name. All you had to remember him was the mint and cotton smell, the smile, and the freckle under his eye that was so endearing that you couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

“I’m so sorry that I’m late.” the boy says, whipping around the corner, literally sprinting. 

You check your watch. 

“Wow, three whole minutes late. I’m so disappointed.” You say, grinning at him. 

He sighs and turns away. 

“Wait wait, i was kidding.” you say, grabbing his wrist. He turns around to face you and you realize that you had just abruptly grabbed his arm. You let go quickly, but your sweater paw sleeves got caught on his chain bracelet. He chuckles, grabbing your hand in his bigger one, taking his other unoccupied hand and tugging the string loose. 

You look down at your hands, conjoined and suddenly feel warm. 

He tucks a fallen string of hair behind your ear and looks up at you. 

“I’m Hyunjin, by the way.”

You smile. 

It took him 3 months of book club ‘dates’ for him to officially ask you out. And when he did, you said yes in a heartbeat. Hyunjin took you to get takeout and borrowed a friend’s truck. He filled it with blankets and pillows and took the two of you down to the beach. The two of you stayed up until 3 AM talking about books, classic tropes, his job, your job, your families, friends. Anything and everything under the moon and stars. The two of you woke up, curled into one another and watched the sunrise.

Six months into dating, you finally spent the night over at his house. From then on, you and him practically lived at each other’s houses. Unless Hyunjin was out of town on tour or doing promo, the two of you would basically confine yourselves to your bedrooms. Considering Hyunjin is a dancer, his stamina was out of this world. 

You would bring him and the boys lunch at the studio. He would bring you new books on your days off. 

Coffee on Wednesdays. Recording days. 

You would work from ‘home’ or more accurately, the studio to be with your boyfriend. 

Making dinner with Hyunjin on Thursdays at the dorm. 

He’d stand behind you, teaching you how to make his favorite dishes. 

Days off for both of you on Saturdays meant reading books, watching k-dramas and snuggling all day. Maybe a little more, at your place. No bothering the boys with loud noises. 

Sundays would be another lazy day, this time at the dorm. Hyunjin would play video games with Felix mostly. You would cook with Chan and Minho. Changbin would wander between the younger five playing games and the conversations in the kitchen. 

It was a big family. 

And you loved them all.

Now here you are, five years later. 

Your sixth anniversary. 

Hyunjin has messaged you that morning asking you to pick up take out and meet him on the beach. You made your way underneath the pier where jinnie had asked you to meet him. 

You smile, as you look around the date night spot, your boyfriend had chosen. 

A blanket spread out.

Candles pushed into the sand. 

Flames flickering in the wind. 

A handsome boy stands staring at the ocean. 

Sparkling in the light of the moon. 

You set the food on the blanket, walking up behind him and hugging him. 

You can hear him take a deep breath, before he turns around. 

“Happy anniversary, baby.” He says, kissing you. 

You repeat the three words back to him, kissing him once. 

Twice.

Three times. 

He clears his throat, grinning at you. 

“Do you want to eat? Or do you want your present first?” He asks, dragging you towards the blanket.You frown, looking at him. 

“I thought you said no gifts?” you raise an eyebrow. 

“Hyunjin.”

He holds his hands up, laughing. 

“No, I told you ‘don’t get me a gift this year. I have you and that’s all I need.’ I didn’t say I wasn’t getting you one. And it’s too late now, baby. I already have it.”

You shake your head, a smile playing on your face. 

“You’re a dork Hwang Hyunjin.”

 he nods in response, pulling a book from the backpack set to the side. 

“Maybe. But I’m your dork. And i know you’re gonna give me crap for the cheesy lines but let me just say them all first.” He takes a deep breath.

“When I first met you, you were standing on your tiptoes, reaching for a book. You tried three times to grab it because you are so adamant that you don’t need help. The second time I met you, I held your hand, and felt sparks shoot up my arm. You got your sweater caught on my bracelet. I learned your name the second time i met you.” He swallows.

“The third time I saw you, you had two cups of coffee in front of you, a mocha for you and an americano for me. You were in a sundress because it was finally getting warm outside and you were so excited about it. You were sitting on a leather chair in the bookstore, waiting for me. As cheesy as it is, I think that’s when I fell in love with you.

“ You always do everything in threes, or in multiples of three. You tried three times to get your book. You tug on your ponytail three times when youre reading. You take three sips of your coffee. You waited three minutes for me, that day, a week after we met. After a few weeks, I picked up on it and started doing it too. I waited three months to ask you out. Our first date was on March 3rd. We stayed up until 3AM before you crashed and then we woke up to the sunrise. 

“Six months into dating, we got a little wild.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. You giggle.

He smiles at you before continuing, 

“Nine months into dating, you were constantly with me. You became my rock. My sounding board. My everything.

“One year into dating, and I told you I loved you. 

“Three years into dating, and I realized something.” He hands you the book, and gestures for you to open it. 

You smile as you realize, it’s the same book Hyunjin had grabbed off a shelf for you so long ago. You open it, and blink back tears. 

A hole is cut in the book. 

“You do everything in threes, but for once, I’m hoping that I only have to do this once.” Hyunjin says, getting down on one knee. 

A ring lay inside, alongside a quote from the tale you held in your hands.

“Will you marry me?” He asks softly. 

You glance up at him, eyes teary. You smile wide. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” 

You eye your husband, kissing him again. 

“Really? That was the best day of your life?”

He shrugs, pecking you once more. 

Three kisses. 

“Well, it’s how I met you.”

“I liked our wedding.” You say.

“But not the proposal? Do you know how hard I worked on that?”

You laugh.

“The proposal was cute, but you cut a book! Our book, Hyunjin.”

He throws hands up to the sky, yours still entwined with his. 

“I bought you a new one!”

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I have done it.

I have successfully made a Kylo Ren Shrine for my needs

The combination of getting back into naruto, and rereading SZS while getting over my vaccination grog, really led me to a place of “Kabuto would look cute in taisho era clothes”

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Day 2 Body Swap. I wanted to draw many sketches, but I caught a cold, so I can offer this. It was so hard to manage their outfits, because you should choose frome their wadrobe but with the idea " what can the other one pick for himself better??" You can find more mxtx art in my blog also I can draw for you (check the pinned post in my blog)

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Big noses and pointy noses and sharp noses and hooked noses and long noses and deviated noses are very cool and very fun to draw. hit post

It sent me banging my fist on the table cute

you nailed it!

pairing: minghao x gn!reader genre: fluff, established relationship word count: 1k warning(s): none

summary: minghao notices your newly-painted nails and ends up having his nails painted by you, discovering an interest of yours along the way.

from the universe of i don’t understand (but i love you) and (pretty) hungry, but can be read as a standalone!

“Did you paint your nails?” Minghao raises his eyebrows in surprise from his spot on your shared bed the moment you walk into the bedroom.

You break out into a huge smile the moment you hear the question, touched that Minghao noticed the small change immediately. Skipping over to his side of the bed, you hold out both your hands for Minghao to see. “Yes! Mieun helped me with it. Aren’t they pretty?”

Chuckling softly at your excitement, Minghao takes your hands in his softly as he examines your nails with an awed expression.

“They are, love*,” Minghao smiles and looks into your eyes with so much adoration, enunciating the last word with such great precision, just like you taught him. Struck by an idea, you beam even brighter at him, maneuvering the position of your hands so the back of Minghao’s palms are now faced up.

“Baobei**…” you begin, your thumbs rubbing Minghao’s fingers as he looks up at you in anticipation from his seat on your shared bed. “What do you think about getting your nails painted too?”

Minghao’s eyes widen in surprise at the attention suddenly turning onto him. Upon processing your words, he breaks out into a soft smile, absolutely endeared by you.

“Hm…” Minghao pretends to think, “Do you think it’d look good on me?”

“Are you kidding? Of course it will!” you reply animatedly, removing your hands from Minghao’s grasp, to his dismay. “What colour do you want? I have a whole set, it’s in the living room right now-”

“Relax, love,” Minghao chuckles, reaching to take your hands in his again. “You can choose for me.”

The huge smile that spreads across your face makes Minghao practically take a mental screenshot. If he knew the topic would excite you so much, he would’ve brought it up a long time ago.

Letting out an excited “okay!”, you pull Minghao off his spot on your shared bed and drag him to your living room, and he watches in pure adoration as you rummage through the cabinets for your manicure tools.

“Here they are!” you exclaim in a singsong voice, holding up your manicure box proudly for Minghao to see, and he swears his heart stopped beating for a split second. It’s been almost two years since the two of you had started dating, but you never fail to warm the insides of his heart.

“What about… red and black? They’ll look so good on you,” you muse, more to yourself than to Minghao, as you hold up your red and black nail polish to put next to Minghao’s nails for comparison. Minghao looks upon the situation and finds himself increasingly unable to hide his glee at the pure excitement and joy emanating from you. If sunshine was a person, he’s convinced you’re it.

“Red and black it is, then, love,” Minghao reaches up to boop your nose, a lovesick grin spreading across his face as you scrunch your nose and beam back at him in reply.

You get to work immediately, brows furrowed in concentration as you prepare his nail bed for painting and subsequently apply the black and red polish in an alternating manner. All the while, Minghao’s eyes never leave your concentrated expression, his heart swelling at the sight of you so focused on painting his nails.

“I didn’t know you liked painting nails,” Minghao chuckles, watching your expression closely. You briefly glance up and look into his eyes with a small smile before going back to work.

“My friends from my hometown and I used to help each other paint our nails all the time,” you smile at the memory, and Minghao’s expression falters ever so slightly at the mention of your hometown. It’s almost as if you can feel it, as you follow up immediately, “But I found Mieun, so it’s okay!”

“I can do it too,” Minghao pipes up, and you tilt your head in confusion at his words.

“I mean,” Minghao clears his throat, “you could teach me how to paint your nails, and we could help each other.”

You break out into a huge grin in response, on the verge of tearing up at his kindness. “Thank you, Baobei.”

Minghao smiles, reaching forward to press a soft kiss on your cheek. “Thank you for being with me, love.”

The rest of the session goes by with comfortable silence, you working on Minghao’s nails with a newfound concentration as he unabashedly stares at your face the entire time, taking in your focused expression. He doesn’t even realise you’ve finished until you start snapping your fingers in front of him, to which he jolts in surprise, eliciting a few giggles from you (to his delight).

“What do you think?” you put your hands together in anticipation for his response, gesturing with your eyes for him to look at the finished product. Minghao does just that, and you don’t miss the way his eyes brighten just the slightest at your handiwork, a small smile creeping onto his face.

“It’s beautiful, love,” Minghao exhales, turning to look at you. “Thank you.”

You beam at him in response, reaching for your phone to take a few pictures of Minghao’s newly-painted nails. “I have to send this to Seokmin. He’s been asking for opinions on whether he should paint his nails.”

Minghao wraps a hand around your wrist, stopping you from sending the pictures to Seokmin. “Why don’t you… recommend him a nail parlour to go to instead?”

You tilt your head in confusion. “But, I can just paint his nails, can’t I?”

Minghao’s face lightens up, having thought of what he thinks is a brilliant idea. “You could teach me how to paint someone’s nails, and I could do it for Seokmin.”

You let out a chuckle at Minghao’s adamant behaviour, but concede anyway. Minghao lets out a sigh that goes unnoticed by you.

He’d be damned before he’s admitting that he unabashedly wants you to paint his and his nails only.

*: love — supposed to be a translation of the word in the reader’s native language, but can also be taken as the English term of endearment (if that makes sense)

**: Baobei (宝贝) — Chinese term of endearment for “baby” or “love”.

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2:50p – slow afternoons with iwaizumi hajime.

a/n. hello! here's the first installment in my 200 follower event! requests for this event ARE still open so feel free to send one in! hope u enjoy:)

content. gender neutral!reader. soft iwa.

grey hour. that’s how you’d describe it. stormy grey clouds blocked out any inkling of the sun trying to shine between the trees. rain pattered against the window panes, leaves swaying with the wind in your front yard. you sighed softly, settling into your seat on the couch. you leaned up against the arm of the sofa, legs splayed out across the cushions. you brought the warm coffee mug to your lips, sipping the drink. you closed your eyes slowly. it was peaceful.

the lights were dimmed, just the bright white clouds illuminating your living room. you pulled out your current read and flipped to the page you’d last been on. hajime was out picking up the dry cleaning. he’d wanted to get it done early that morning but you’d insisted on staying in bed a while longer. 

you leaned back and started your read. you were still in the beginning of the book, getting to know the characters and learning about the story's setting. the characters intrigued you, one of them actually reminding you of iwaizumi with a brute-like demeanor at first glance. Still, you suspected that would slowly melt away as he gained more comfortability within the story.

you failed to notice the jangling of keys against the front door and the cold gust that blew through the house when hajime walked in the door, dry cleaning in one hand. you were too engrossed in your book, too comfortable from the soft blanket wrapped around your body.

hajime smiled softly and walked past you, opting to put the dry cleaning neatly on the bed rather than put it away at the given moment. he kicked off his shoes and walked past you on the couch, dropping a kiss on your forehead as he went past.

you smiled up at him and went back to the book, flipping to the next page impatiently. hajime returned shortly after and stood to the side, just admiring the way the light hit your face, the shadows the page-turning cast amongst your chin, and the way your expression changed almost microscopically as you read each sentence. he knew you were enjoying your book and typically he’d leave you to it, not wanting to interrupt but today was different. he just wanted to be with you.

you let out a soft ‘oomph’ as hajime collapsed into your lap and squirmed upward so his head was resting on your stomach. you dog eared your page and looked down at him, eyebrows creased with confusion, but your smile showed amusement.

“missed you,” he said, adjusting himself so his arms were wrapped around your waist. he sighed, breathing you in. you were wearing his shirt. this one was your favorite. 

“i missed you too, haji.” you set the book down on the back of the couch, hands coming down to rake through iwaizumi’s hair. his shoulders relaxed, eyes fluttering shut. you giggled softly at him.

you two stayed their for a moment, the only noise being the howling wind and the sound of your delicate fingertips lightly scratching his scalp. hajime was the first to break the silence. he kept his eyes closed, just barely above a whisper he said, “how’s your book?” 

you smiled and recounted what you’d gathered from the first few chapters. hajime just hummed in response, letting your soft, comforting voice lull him to sleep. he knew you wouldn’t mind. you were eager to get back to your reading. as his breathing began evening out he felt you remove your hands from his hair, reaching for the book, you gently rested the spine on his head and turned the page. he sunk deeper into your embrace, dozing off ever so peacefully.

My Best Friend's Mother (is the One For Me) - ksy

title: my best friend’s mother (is the one for me) pairing: kwon soonyoung x f!reader genre: smut (minors dni!), milf chaser!soonyoung, milf!reader warnings: reader is jihoon’s mom LOL, reader is kinda a bimbo but in an endearing way, down bad soonyoung, mommy issues soonyoung /hj, age gap obviously lol, explicit sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, minor overstimulation w.c.: 4.2k summary: jihoon’s mom has got it going on a/n: based off this text post, yes the title and summary reference two different songs

“Oh shit,” Jihoon mutters. Soonyoung looks over at his roommate in the passenger seat.

“Everything okay?” The two are on their way back to their apartment after going to the store. It’s not uncommon for Soonyoung to drive Jihoon everywhere, as the younger boy can’t drive.

“It’s my mom,” Jihoon mutters. 

“Is she okay? Do you want me to swing by her place?” Soonyoung asks.

Soonyoung’s never officially met you before and all he knows is that you’re recently divorced from Jihoon’s father and that you’re not Jihoon’s biological mother, rather his step-mother, but you raised him since he was young so even after the divorce you’re still his mother. Soonyoung also occasionally hears Jihoon’s conversations with you over the phone and how Jihoon always promises to come visit you but he’s never actually seen Jihoon follow up on it.

“I- actually, yeah, if it won’t be too much trouble.”

“No problem man, just give me the address.” 

It doesn’t take long for Soonyoung’s car to stop in front of your house. His eyes crinkle up as he smiles at the fact he gets to see Jihoon’s childhood home. The two boys clamber out of the car and walk up to the front door and Soonyoung waits for his roommate to unlock the door before stepping in.

“Mom?” Jihoon calls as he closes the door.

“Jihoon? Is that you honey?” You call from somewhere deeper in the house. Your voice is sweet and bright and Soonyoung is automatically intrigued. Before Jihoon can respond, your figure is appearing from a doorway.

Soonyoung feels his mouth go dry a bit. His eyes trail up and down your body, his eyes mapping out your form. His eyes land on your face and he blushes a bit. You have a kind smile on your face and your eyes have the smallest sparkle in them. You’re hands down the most gorgeous person Soonyoung has ever seen. Your skin is glowing and your frame is adorned with a soft sweater and jeans. Soonyoung makes a mental note about how young you look.

“Jihoon!” You cheer and your face lights up even more. You rush over to your son and wrap your arms around him tight. Jihoon stiffens up a bit but then quickly relaxes in your embrace and hugs you back. Even though you’re his mom, Soonyoung is still a bit surprised Jihoon allows the skinship.

“Hi Mom,” Jihoon mumbles. 

“You’ve come to see me!”

“Yeah, and I brought my roommate. Mom, this is Soonyoung,” Jihoon says.

“Oh! Jihoon has spoken of you before!” You flash a smile over at Soonyoung. “It’s so nice of you boys to come visit me.”

“We’re not just here to visit Mom, we need to talk about what you texted me.”

“Oh can’t we do that later? I haven’t seen you in forever!” You then turn to Soonyoung. “Jihoon is always locked up in his studio these days, never wants to come visit his poor mother,” you pout, hugging your son tighter.

“Geez Mom,” Jihoon grumbles but still continues to hug you back.

“You need to visit your mother more Jihoon,” you scold him. Your voice then goes soft. “It’s just so lonely in the house these days.”

“I know Mom, I’m sorry,” Jihoon says, sincerity lacing his voice. Soonyoung has never seen this side of him. The Jihoon he sees is cranky and easily annoyed and a bit of a hard ass. Soonyoung thinks it’s a nice change to his normal demeanor.

“Ooh have you boys eaten yet? I was just about to make dinner!” You pull away from Jihoon to start walking towards the kitchen.

Jihoon sighs and follows after you. “We really shouldn’t stay for long.”

“What do you mean? Please Jihoon, you never come see me. At least eat a meal with the woman who raised you. You don’t mind, do you Soonyoung?” You look back to glance at Soonyoung.

“Oh uh, not at all!”

“See! Now sit while I make dinner. Tell me about your lives!”

Jihoon shoots a glare over at Soonyoung but the older boy is too busy staring at you to notice. Soonyoung still can’t get over the sheer beauty you radiate, and the fact that you’re also the sweetest person Soonyoung’s ever interacted with? It can’t get better than that.

Without meaning to Soonyoung’s mind starts to wander as he thinks about you. Soonyoung thinks about how he wouldn’t mind getting to know you better. How it would be nice to be doted on by someone as caring and pleasant as you are. His thoughts also start to slip about other situations with you. How tempting you would be under him. His eyes trail across the curve of your ass as you bend down to get something and he can’t help the way his mouth waters a bit.

“Dude,” Jihoon hisses as he smacks Soonyoung’s arm. Soonyoung thinks that he was just caught staring but then he realizes that you just asked a question.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Oh I was just asking what you do. Are you into music like Jihoon?” You smile over at Soonyoung, his spacing out not seeming to bother you.

“I’m a dancer. I help choreograph and teach dance lessons at a studio downtown,” Soonyoung tells you.

“Oh that’s fun!”

“Yeah, I really like it. My parents weren’t too happy when I told them I wanted to be a dancer, but I’m happy.”

“Oh that’s a shame about your parents sweetie, I’m sorry. I never understood parents like that. I love Jihoon’s music! I’ve always supported him and his dreams,” you say as you continue to bustle around the kitchen. “Unlike his father, who wanted him to go into business. Hmph, that man. It’s one of the reasons I divorced him.”

“He also cheated on you Mom,” Jihoon mutters.

“Ah right, that too.” You stop moving and frown a bit before shaking it off and continuing what you were doing. “It’s fine though, I’m fine.”

“Speaking of, what do you mean he was here earlier?” Jihoon asks. “What happened, are you okay? Did he do or say anything?” Soonyoung feels like this is not a conversation he should be a part of but he can’t exactly leave either. 

“Oh don’t worry about it honey, I promise it’s not a big deal.” You wave your hand in the air like you’re trying to dismiss the subject. “He just wanted to finish collecting a few things and then he started talking about lawyers and whatnot. I’m sure I’ll get it figured out. Now do you want rice or noodles?” 

“Lawyers?” Jihoon’s face contorts into a look of disbelief. “Mom, I don’t like the idea of you two being alone like that, especially if he’s going to start bringing things up like that. The divorce is already over, you guys already did the lawyer thing, don’t let him come in here and intimidate you like that.”

“You’re right, rice does sound better. Now honey, I promise you, I’m okay. Oh Soonyoung, I’m so sorry! I forgot to ask if you wanted anything to drink?” You turn your gaze over to your guest.

“O-oh, just a water please. Thank you.” Soonyoung still feels a bit awkward listening in on your private conversation with your son but he’s also a bit concerned for you and hopes that your ex-husband isn’t giving you any trouble. He knows how stressful the divorce has been on Jihoon and he can’t imagine how it’s been for you.

The conversation lulls a bit but Soonyoung can still tell his best friend’s mind is working at a hundred miles per hour. Before Jihoon can really get into it again though you’re setting a plate down in front of each of the boys. You dish out a plate for yourself before sitting down as well.

“So you said you’re a dancer Soonyoung, what else do you do outside of that?”

“I just like spending a lot of time with my friends. A majority of my time is spent dancing but I enjoy doing most things as long as I have good company,” Soonyoung answers.

“Ooh how charming!” You coo and Soonyoung tries not to blush. “And is there someone special in your life? A girlfriend? Boyfriend? Partner?”

“Mom, stop asking people that!” Jihoon scolds, the tips of his ears turning red.

“N-no ma’am. I’m not seeing anyone.”

You giggle. “What a shame, a nice handsome boy like you should have everyone falling at your feet.” You wink at Soonyoung. “Also please no need to call me ma’am, I’m not that old am I?”

You’re honestly really not that old. Soonyoung recalls Jihoon saying something about how you were still fairly young when he was born and after his father married you when Jihoon was a toddler you easily fell into the role of his mother even at such a young age. 

“Don’t be weird Mom,” Jihoon mutters. 

“And you Lee Jihoon, tell me about your life too. I need to know what my son is up to.”

Jihoon groans at the fact he just brought the heat back onto him. Despite his complaints though he starts to update you on his life and you smile the whole time. Soonyoung finds it very endearing the way you are so attentive to your son. He can tell that you’re genuinely listening to Jihoon talk, absorbing everything he tells you about his newest song.

Before Soonyoung realizes it, the afternoon has fallen into late evening. You’ve somehow been able to keep the two boys in a conversation the whole time, convincing them multiple times to stay just a bit more. Soonyoung understands why Jihoon is so soft around you, there’s no way anyone can resist your charismatic charm. 

At last Jihoon is finally able to convince you to allow the two to leave, but not without shoving a few containers of food into your son’s hands. Soonyoung is tired from the unexpected interaction of the afternoon but he also finds himself not wanting to leave your company yet.

“Bring your friends around more Jihoon! They’re always welcome here anytime, even if you’re not with them. I want them to feel comfortable here,” you tell your son. “Especially you Soonyoung.” Soonyoung pretends his heart doesn’t thump in his chest over that.

“Yes Mom, we know. We really have to go now,” Jihoon says.

“Okay, okay. Visit me soon, yeah?” You pull your son into a hug and he reciprocates it, his hard exterior melting a bit.

“I will,” Jihoon tells you. He drops a kiss on your cheek before leading his friends out of the house. “I love you.”

“I love you too Jihoonie,” you call before the door finally closes shut.

“Dude,” Soonyoung hisses the second he deems the two far enough away, “why didn’t you tell me your mom is hot?”

“Ew, don’t say things like that.”

“Sorry but it’s true! She’s so young too, I know you said young but I wasn’t expecting that young.”

“Stop being gross. You’re talking to her son you know,” Jihoon grumbles.

“Hey I’m just telling the truth, and the truth is your mom’s a milf.”

Jihoon gags a bit. “Yeah, well, see if I invite you over ever again.”

“Hey you don’t have to, your mom invited me over herself.” Soonyoung smirks to himself and Jihoon gags again.

Despite his threats made towards Soonyoung, Jihoon starts to go over to your house more often, typically dragging Soonyoung along with. Not that there’s much dragging to be doing. The more time he spends with you, he starts to find even more reasons to like you. As much as he hates to admit it he thinks he’s starting to gain a little crush on his best friend’s mom.

He can’t help it. You give a good change of pace in his everyday life and Soonyoung always likes spending time with you. He likes listening to the stories you have to tell and likes telling you his own stories back.

Jihoon also has seemed to start warming up to the idea of bringing his friends around more. It’s not uncommon for him to bring his friends over for a movie or game night or just to have a large dinner. You’re always excited to host for the large group of boys; Soonyoung has heard you tell Jihoon it fills your heart to see your house full again.

Late at night after all of the boys have left, Soonyoung and Jihoon stay back to help you clean up and discuss things going on in your life. Soonyoung likes to hear your stories about your day to day life and you like to indulge in Soonyoung’s interest. Even with Jihoon there it seems like it's just you and Soonyoung in your own little world.

There’s even been a time once or twice when Soonyoung has dropped by your house by himself to check in on you. You’d always make sure he left with lots of food to bring back to his and Jihoon’s apartment. 

The more time he spends around you, the more Soonyoung’s feelings for you grow. He feels like maybe you’re also feeling something but everytime he thinks there’s something there, he second guesses himself. 

He can’t ignore the fleeting touches and flirty winks you keep sending him though. You always like to point out how sweet of a guy Soonyoung is. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but he can’t help but get a bit excited thinking maybe you reciprocate his feelings.

Soonyoung knows it’s wrong. You’re his best friend’s mother, but when you keep wearing those cute little sundresses Soonyoung’s gauge of right and wrong goes out the window. 

Thoughts of you fly through Soonyoung’s mind as he drives towards your house. Jihoon asked him to drop by your place to make sure you had everything prepared for the next day when Jihoon would be having a barbeque with the whole group. 

Soonyoung parks in front of your house before heading into the house. The door is unlocked and he slips his shoes off before starting to pad through the house looking for you. The usual places where you reside are empty and Soonyoung makes his way towards the bedrooms.

The dancer hears soft crying noises as he gets closer to your room and when he pushes the door open a bit there you are, sitting on the bed, face puffy and red from crying. Your eyes are a bit swollen and you have a tissue clenched in your hand.

“Mrs. Lee?” 

You start and whip your gaze to the doorway. When you see it’s Soonyong you relax a bit before trying to compose yourself. “O-oh Soonyoung! I didn’t realize you had come over. I’m sorry you have to see me like this. And please call me Y/N. Also it’s Ms. L/N now dear, I’m divorced, remember.”

Of course Soonyoung remembers. How could he not? He doesn’t say this though. “Are you okay…Y/N?”

“Oh I’m fine.” You wave him off but there are still tears in your eyes.

“You can tell me about it.” Soonyoung walks closer before tentatively sitting down on the bed.

“Ah, just issues with my ex-husband,” you say. “He was truly an awful man and I know that, but sometimes it hurts to think about it all. The things he said to me, did to me. I shouldn’t bother you about this though.”

“No, I want to hear. I mean, I care about you Y/N.”

“Well, aren't you sweet?” You sniffle a bit before looking down at where your hands are clasped in your lap. “Ah just stupid things he would say. Comments about my actions and how I look. Little things.”

Soonyoung frowns at this. Before he can truly comprehend what he’s doing he reaches over to lift your chin up. “He’s wrong. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and any man who thinks otherwise is a fool. It is a privilege to even be able to set eyes on you Y/N.”

You gasp at his words. “Soonyoung…”

Soonyoung’s not sure who makes the first move. It doesn't matter really. Not when your lips are against his while his hand is cupping your jaw and the other holds your waist. Your hands slide up to bury themselves into Soonyoung’s thick hair.

Your lips clash together desperately as you grip onto each other tight, too afraid to pull away. Your body slowly sinks down onto the bed and Soonyoung follows, hovering over your form. Soonyoung brushes his tongue over the seam of your lips and you open your mouth, letting him in.

Soonyoung reaches down and runs a hand over your hip and then over your thigh, moving it to wrap around his waist. His hand continues to rub up and down your thigh as he continues to lick in your mouth, taking his time to taste you. He’s been waiting for this moment for so long and he’ll be damned before he wastes it.

When Soonyoung finally pulls away from your mouth you’re both panting a bit but that doesn’t stop Soonyoung from connecting his lips right to your neck. He sucks and kisses at your skin, looking to find your sweet spot. You gasp when he sucks particularly hard at the junction of your neck and shoulder and Soonyoung smirks against your skin. Your fingers grip at Soonyoung’s back as you hold his body to yours. 

“S-soonyoung,” you whimper out. “Please.”

“What do you need Y/N?” Soonyoung asks. His voice is husky and whispered.

“Touch me please. I need you.”

Soonyoung groans at your words, your willingness going straight to his dick. He doesn’t hesitate another second to start pulling your clothes off, his coming off along in the process as well. When you’re stripped down to just your undergarments Soonyoung stops for a moment to stare down at you laid out on the bed.

Your skin is glowing in the setting sun basking through the window. You look soft and sweet and Soonyoung can’t wait to devour you. He brushes his hands across your torso before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra. You toss the piece off and Soonyoung is on Cloud 9 when he gets a glance at your bare breasts.

“Shit Y/N,” Soonyoung murmurs before dipping down to flick his tongue over one of your nipples. You gasp and arch your back into his touch. While his tongue laves at your chest his fingers skirt down your body and to between your legs.

When he touches you there he finds your panties are drenched as heat radiates off of you. A small whimper escapes your lips as your hips wiggle a bit under Soonyoung’s touch. Soonyoung continues to rub at you until he finally pulls your panties to the side and slips a finger inside of you.

You let out a small moan as he starts to pump his digit in and out of you. It doesn’t take him long before he’s able to add a second one, and then a third. When you seem thoroughly opened up, Soonyoung pulls his fingers out of you to prepare his cock to go inside of you.

When you both feel worked up enough you point him in the direction of where you keep your condoms. He makes haste to grab the rubber and roll it one. When everyone is fully prepped he presses a couple of kisses to your neck before he lines himself up to your entrance and slowly pushes in.

It doesn’t take Soonyoung much to bottom out in you with the prep done beforehand. You’re still tight though and Soonyoung groans to himself at the feel of your soft, warm pussy wrapped around him. He pulls back and gives an experimental thrust, causing both of you to moan.

Soonyoung starts to roll his hips into yours, picking up a steady pace that feels good for both of you. You wrap your limbs around Soonyoung’s frame, pulling the boy closer into you. The dancer buries his face into your neck, pressing kisses into it, as he ruts into you.

You whimper as Soonyoung repeatedly hits against your g-spot. Without warning you’re shuddering and clenching down on Soonyoung’s cock. His name leaves your lips in a stutter as you cum. Soonyoung doesn’t stop though, continuing to plow you as you orgasm.

Soonyoung’s dancer stamina pays off as he maintains his pace, pounding your pussy. You’re freely moaning now, not caring how loud you are. Soonyoung moves his mouth to kiss you again and you greedily kiss him back, your lips moving frantically against his. Your body is still shaking a bit from your orgasm and Soonyoung holds onto you tighter. He can feel his impending orgasm approaching the longer he’s inside of you. 

“Shit Y/N, fuck you feel so good. God I’ve been dreaming of this since I met you,” Soonyoung starts to blabber, a bad habit of his when he’s about to cum. “Even better than I expected. You’re so fucking perfect.”

“S-soonyoung~,” you dig your fingers into his back, leaving marks, “making me feel so good. I’m gonna cum again, please.”

“I got you,” Soonyoung murmurs. He reaches down between your bodies to touch your clit, rubbing circles into the bud. “You’re so beautiful.”

That’s all it takes for you to cry out and cum again. Your whole body is shaking and your body tenses up a bit as pleasure floods your senses a second time. This time Soonyoung reaches his own orgasm as well. The feeling of your fluttering walls is too much for him to handle and his hips stutter as he shoots his load into the condom.

By the time Soonyoung pulls out you’re both sweaty and panting, but feel so good. Soonyoung can tell your body is spent and a bit sore but you tell him you can’t recall a time when you’ve felt so free and blissed out before.

Soonyoung sidles up to your side and presses his nose into your neck before peppering kisses along your skin. His hands brush over your fevered skin and you giggle a bit before Soonyoung nips at a particularly sensitive area. You whimper a bit and turn to full face Soonyoung. You bring the younger man into a kiss and he pulls your bodies flush against another. 

Your bodies grind against each other, and Soonyoung groans as he feels his dick start to stir again. Your fingers flit against Soonyoung’s torso, leaving a fire in their trail. Your hands are soft and gentle and they drive Soonyoung crazy, his mind going fuzzy at the contact.

“Fuck Y/N,” Soonyoung mumbles.

“Need more Soonyoung,” you say.

“Shit, okay.” Soonyoung hesitantly pulls away from you to grab another condom. When he turns back to you, you have a bit of a surprised look on your face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, you just uh, your refractory period is a lot shorter than my ex-husband’s,” you admit.

Soonyoung laughs. “Don’t worry Y/N, I’m much more adequate than your ex-husband.”

“I can tell,” you blush a bit. “Want to show me some more?”

Soonyoung doesn’t stall to roll the condom on and climb back onto the bed. He wraps his limbs around you and pulls you on top of him. He runs his hands over your body before helping you line up. You sink down onto his cock and Soonyoung throws his head back against the headboard when he bottoms out.

You start to roll your hips a bit before really picking up your pace. Soonyoung cups your hips, helping guide your movements, as his eyes focus on the way your tits bounce right in front of his face. A part of Soonyoung can’t believe how tight you are, even after going a round before.

You bounce up and down on Soonyoung’s lap, letting out small moans as you stuff yourself full of his cock. Soonyoung is mesmerized by the concentrated look on your face as you focus on riding Soonyoung to completion. 

It doesn’t take long for Soonyoung to feel his orgasm start to build. He doesn’t have time to focus on his embarrassment though because you’re burying your face into his neck and whimpering as your insides tighten around Soonyoung into a vice grip. Your thighs are shaking as you dig your fingernails into the dancer’s biceps. A moment later your body falls limp against Soonyoung and he takes over, thrusting up into you until he’s able to climax as well. He fills up the condom with his seed before gently pulling out of you and setting your body onto the bed.

You curl up into yourself, your eyes drooping with sleep. Soonyoung starts to clean everything up, wiping himself down before wiping you down as well. You thank him sleepily and Soonyoung thinks about how adorable he finds you.

You’re fast asleep when Soonyoung is able to finally crawl back into bed with you. Even when unconscious, your body finds Soonyoung’s, burying yourself into his side. Contentedness settles in Soonyoung’s bones as he smiles down at you.

On the bedside table his phone buzzes and Soonyoung reaches over to look at all of his notifications. Right at the top there’s a freshly sent text.

bff jihoonie ς(>‿<.): You have five seconds to get out of my mom’s bed before I come cut your dick off

Shit.

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