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how about mingyu & breeding kink w sum nasty ahh dirty talk 👁️👁️
𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙮𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠
۶ৎ so what? you're not my boyfriend. - choi seungcheol
warning: smut, unprotected sex (don't do this.) , masturbation (m+f), mdni
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it was another late night at the office, the clock nearing midnight as the soft hum of computers and the occasional shuffle of papers filled the air. you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head and stifling a yawn. across the room, seungcheol was doing the same, his eyes meeting yours with a familiar glint. this had become your routine – working late into the night, side by side, before heading back to your shared apartment.
"are you ready to call it a night?" seungcheol asked, his voice breaking the silence.
you nodded, shutting down your computer. "definitely. i think i’ve stared at this screen long enough to see the code in my sleep."
he chuckled, standing up and grabbing his jacket. "i know the feeling. let's get out of here."
the walk back to your apartment was quiet, the streets deserted and the air crisp. it was a short distance, just a few blocks, and the familiarity of the path made the silence comfortable. when you reached the apartment, seungcheol unlocked the door and held it open for you, a small gesture that always made you smile.
once inside, the routine continued. you dropped your bags by the door, kicked off your shoes, and headed to the kitchen. "want something to drink?" you called over your shoulder.
"sure, just water for me," he replied, disappearing into his room to change out of his work clothes.
you poured two glasses of water and settled onto the couch, waiting for him to return. moments later, he emerged in his usual post-work attire – gray sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, looking effortlessly handsome. he joined you on the couch, taking his glass with a grateful nod.
"long day," he said, taking a sip.
"tell me about it," you replied, leaning back against the cushions. "i don't know how much longer i can keep up with these late nights."
he turned to you, a playful smirk on his lips. "you say that every night, and yet here we are."
you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "yeah, yeah. don't remind me."
this was your life – a blend of work and personal time that blurred the lines between professional and intimate. seungcheol was more than just a co-worker; he was your confidant, your roommate, and the one constant in your hectic life. the nights often ended like this, with the two of you sitting close, sharing quiet moments that hinted at something more.
it had started innocently enough, a mutual attraction that neither of you had acknowledged at first. but late nights at the office had a way of breaking down barriers, and before long, your relationship had shifted into something physical. there was an unspoken agreement between you – no strings attached, no complications, just a way to unwind after the stress of the day. and it worked, for the most part.
the routine was simple and comforting. after sharing a drink and some light conversation, the atmosphere would naturally shift. seungcheol would give you that look, the one that made your heart skip a beat and sent a shiver down your spine. it was a look that promised escape from the day's stress and a dive into something much more exhilarating.
"ready for bed?" he would ask, though the question always held a double meaning.
"yeah," you’d reply, though the answer was never just about sleep.
you both moved with a practiced ease, the kind that comes from familiarity and mutual understanding. there were no awkward hesitations or second guesses – just a smooth transition from the living room to the bedroom. seungcheol would wrap his arms around you from behind as you brushed your teeth, his lips brushing against your neck, sending a thrill through you. these moments of quiet intimacy were as much a part of your routine as the more passionate encounters that followed.
in the bedroom, the air would be thick with anticipation. seungcheol had a way of looking at you that made you feel like the most important person in the world. he was attentive, always knowing exactly what you needed without you having to say a word. it was this unspoken connection that made your arrangement work so well. he understood you, and you understood him.
he would start slowly, his touch gentle yet firm, his kisses soft but growing more urgent as the moments passed. there was a rhythm to it, a dance that you both knew the steps to by heart. the way his hands roamed your body, the way he whispered your name – it was a routine that brought both of you immense comfort and satisfaction.
"you're so beautiful," he'd murmur against your skin, his voice husky with desire.
"and you're insufferable," you'd tease back, your breath hitching as his hands found their way to your most sensitive spots.
but beneath the teasing and the passion, there was a deeper connection. the routine was more than just physical release; it was a way for both of you to unwind and find solace in each other. the world outside could be chaotic and demanding, but in those moments, everything else faded away.
afterwards, you would lie together in a tangled mess of limbs and sheets, the post-coital glow making everything feel warm and safe. seungcheol would hold you close, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your skin. it was in these quiet moments that you felt the most at peace.
"you should try to get some sleep," he'd whisper, his breath warm against your ear.
"i will," you'd reply, though you often found yourself staying awake a little longer, savoring the feeling of his body next to yours.
one morning, as you and seungcheol were enjoying a lazy breakfast together, you decided to share some news that had been on your mind. it was your day off, and the apartment was filled with the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of the radio playing in the background. you had been chatting casually about work and plans for the day when you took a deep breath and decided to bring it up.
"hey, seungcheol," you started, trying to keep your tone light and casual, "i wanted to let you know that i’m bringing a friend over tonight. his name is haru."
seungcheol's reaction was subtle, but you noticed it immediately. his grip on his coffee mug tightened slightly, and there was a brief flash of something in his eyes – jealousy, perhaps? – before he quickly masked it with a neutral expression.
"oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "a friend, huh? what's the occasion?"
you shrugged, trying to hide your own nervousness. "just thought it would be nice to hang out. haru and i have been talking for a while, and i thought it would be good to introduce him to you."
there was a beat of silence as seungcheol processed this information. he took a sip of his coffee, his eyes studying you over the rim of his mug. "i see. well, it’s your place too. you can invite whoever you want."
you nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. you had expected some sort of reaction from seungcheol, but his indifference felt almost worse than outright disapproval. you couldn’t quite place it, but there was an undercurrent of tension in the air now, a silent understanding that things might be changing.
the rest of the day was a whirlwind of activity as you prepared for haru’s visit. you spent hours cleaning the apartment, making sure everything was perfect. the kitchen was spotless, the living room was tidy, and you even put fresh sheets on the guest bed just in case. all the while, seungcheol watched you with a mixture of amusement and something else you couldn’t quite identify.
"you're really going all out for this guy, huh?" he remarked, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen as you bustled around.
"well, i want to make a good impression," you replied, trying to sound casual. "it's important to me."
seungcheol just nodded, his expression unreadable. "if you say so."
as the day wore on, your excitement grew, but so did your anxiety. you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to seungcheol's reaction than he was letting on. you had always valued your relationship with him, but you also knew that things couldn't stay the same forever. introducing someone new into your life felt like a step forward, but it also felt like a step away from the comfortable routine you had built with seungcheol.
the afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow on the apartment. you found yourself glancing at the clock more often than usual, your heart beating a little faster with each passing minute. you had spent so much time with seungcheol, sharing laughs, secrets, and intimate moments, that the thought of changing that dynamic was both thrilling and terrifying.
seungcheol, meanwhile, tried to focus on his own tasks. he moved around the apartment with an air of forced nonchalance, his usual confidence replaced with a slight edge of unease. he couldn't deny the pang of jealousy that gnawed at him, but he also didn't want to overstep any boundaries. you were free to see whoever you wanted, and he had no right to interfere. still, the thought of you being with someone else made his chest tighten.
"need any help with dinner?" seungcheol offered, his voice breaking the silence that had settled between you.
you looked up from the vegetables you were chopping and smiled. "sure, you can set the table."
as he busied himself with plates and cutlery, seungcheol couldn't help but steal glances at you. there was a lightness in your step, a brightness in your eyes that he hadn't seen before. it was clear that you were genuinely excited about haru's visit, and that realization made his heart ache just a little bit more.
"what's he like?" seungcheol asked, trying to sound casual.
"haru?" you paused, thinking about how to describe him. "he's sweet, funny, and really kind. we've been talking a lot, and i think there's something special between us."
seungcheol nodded, forcing a smile. "that's great. i'm glad you're happy."
you sensed the underlying tension in his words but chose not to push it. instead, you focused on the task at hand, preparing a meal that you hoped would impress haru. as the aroma of cooking filled the apartment, you allowed yourself to relax, reminding yourself that this was a positive step forward.
by the time evening rolled around, everything was ready. the table was set, the food was prepared, and you had even taken the time to freshen up and change into something nice. as you gave yourself a final once-over in the mirror, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the evening ahead.
just as you were about to head back to the living room, there was a knock at the door. your heart leaped in your chest, and you quickly moved to answer it. opening the door, you were greeted by haru's warm smile.
"hey," he said, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. "you look amazing."
"thanks," you replied, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "come in."
haru stepped inside, and you took a moment to admire him. he was tall and lean, with dark hair that fell slightly over his eyes and a charming, easygoing demeanor. he wore a casual outfit – jeans and a fitted shirt that showed off his athletic build. there was an air of confidence about him that put you at ease and made you feel excited about the evening ahead.
as you led haru into the apartment, you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. you had worked hard to make everything perfect, and now it was time to see how the evening would unfold. you guided him to the living room, where the table was set, and the aroma of the dinner you had prepared filled the air.
"this looks fantastic," haru said, glancing around appreciatively. "you really went all out."
you smiled, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction. "i just wanted to make sure you felt welcome."
just as you were about to introduce him to seungcheol, you heard the sound of a door opening behind you. seungcheol stepped out of his room, wearing his usual post-work attire of gray sweatpants and no shirt. his appearance was casual, yet it held an undeniable magnetism.
his well-defined muscles, honed from hours at the gym, moved with an effortless grace. his broad shoulders and chiseled chest caught the light just right, casting shadows that emphasized his sculpted physique. but it was his face that truly captivated – a strong, chiseled jawline framed a mouth that could shift from a teasing smile to a serious line in an instant. his dark hair was tousled, giving him an endearingly roguish look, while his eyes, a piercing shade of deep brown, held an intensity that made it hard to look away.
there was a certain scent about him, a mix of clean soap and something distinctly his, that lingered in the air and made your heart race. as he moved, there was an air of confidence and quiet strength about him, yet a hint of vulnerability in the way his eyes flickered over to you, just for a moment, before settling on haru.
seungcheol stopped in his tracks, his gaze locking onto haru and then drifting down to where your hands were still connected. the room seemed to freeze in that moment, an awkward silence enveloping you all.
"hey," seungcheol finally said, his voice low and rich, like a warm breeze. "i didn't realize we had company."
you quickly dropped haru's hand, feeling a bit flustered. "seungcheol, this is haru. haru, this is my roommate, seungcheol."
haru extended a hand, smiling politely. "nice to meet you."
seungcheol glanced at the outstretched hand, his eyes narrowing slightly. he made no move to take it, instead crossing his arms over his chest, his expression remaining cool and unreadable. "likewise," he said, his gaze never leaving haru's face.
there was a palpable tension in the air, and you couldn't quite understand why. seungcheol's usual easygoing demeanor seemed to have been replaced by something more guarded and intense. you brushed it off, attributing it to the sudden change in routine.
"why don't you join us for dinner?" you suggested, trying to ease the awkwardness.
seungcheol glanced at the table, then back at you. "i was just going to grab a snack," he said, his tone casual. "but thanks for the offer."
ignoring the lingering tension, you led haru to the dining table and gestured for him to sit. as you brought out the food, seungcheol moved to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge with an air of nonchalance that seemed almost too forced. he emerged with a bottle of water and a snack, then leaned against the counter, watching you and haru with a look that you couldn't quite decipher.
"so, how did you two meet?" seungcheol asked, his voice cutting through the quiet conversation you were having with haru.
"we met through a mutual friend," haru explained, smiling at you. "it’s been really nice getting to know y/n."
"that's great," seungcheol replied, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "y/n is pretty amazing."
the compliment, though genuine, felt loaded with unspoken words. you glanced at seungcheol, trying to gauge his mood, but his expression was unreadable. you turned your attention back to haru, determined to make the evening enjoyable despite the strange undercurrent of tension.
as the evening progressed, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly strained. you and haru settled into a comfortable rhythm, your conversation flowing easily despite the occasional pointed look from seungcheol. haru seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say, and you found yourself relaxing more with each passing minute. the food was delicious, and the atmosphere should have been perfect, but you couldn't shake the feeling that seungcheol was watching your every move with a scrutinizing gaze.
"so, haru," seungcheol interjected suddenly, his voice slicing through the lighthearted chatter with the precision of a well-aimed dagger. "what line of work keeps you occupied?"
haru looked up, momentarily startled by the abrupt inquiry. "i'm a graphic designer," he replied, offering a polite smile. "i work at a small agency downtown."
"fascinating," seungcheol drawled, leaning back in his chair with a languid grace that belied the intensity of his gaze. "it must be quite rewarding to indulge in such creative endeavors. y/n and i, alas, are consigned to the monotonous world of numbers and figures."
you shot seungcheol a pointed look, silently beseeching him to temper his remarks. however, he merely quirked an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as if he were savoring the undercurrent of tension he had created.
"it has its moments," haru conceded, his smile faltering ever so slightly under the weight of seungcheol's scrutiny. "i do enjoy the creative challenges."
"good for you," seungcheol replied, his tone laced with a veneer of civility that did little to mask the sarcasm lurking beneath. "it's always heartening to hear of someone finding fulfillment in their work."
sensing the rising tension, you endeavored to steer the conversation back to safer waters. "haru, you were telling me about that fascinating project with the interactive website. do go on."
haru's face brightened at the change of topic, and he launched into an enthusiastic description of his latest project. you listened with genuine interest, but you couldn't ignore the way seungcheol's eyes kept flickering back to you, his expression a perplexing blend of amusement and something darker.
as the evening wore on, seungcheol's interruptions grew more frequent and increasingly pointed. he made snarky comments about the food, pointed out trivial inconsistencies in haru's stories, and even "accidentally" bumped into you as he moved about the apartment. each incident seemed designed to unnerve haru, whose initial charm was gradually giving way to visible discomfort.
"excuse me," seungcheol said at one point, reaching across the table with a deliberate nonchalance that belied his true intent. he managed to knock over haru's glass of water, sending a cascade of liquid across the table. "oops. my apologies."
you quickly grabbed a towel to mop up the spill, your frustration simmering just below the surface. "it's fine," you said through clenched teeth, attempting to maintain your composure. "no harm done."
haru forced a smile, but the strain was evident in his eyes. "it's okay," he murmured, though his voice lacked its earlier warmth.
seungcheol's behavior was wearing on your nerves, and you couldn't fathom why he was acting this way. he had never been so openly antagonistic before, and it was starting to fray your patience. all you wanted was to enjoy your evening with haru, but seungcheol seemed hell-bent on making that impossible.
the final straw came when seungcheol "accidentally" brushed against haru's arm as he walked past, causing haru to drop his fork with a loud clatter. the sound reverberated through the tense silence, amplifying the growing discord.
"seriously?" you snapped, your eyes flashing with indignation as you glared at seungcheol. "can you please give us a moment's peace?"
seungcheol raised an eyebrow, his expression one of feigned innocence. "i was merely getting a drink," he said, holding up his glass as if to underscore his point.
"well, can you manage it without causing a scene?" you retorted, your frustration boiling over.
haru placed a soothing hand on your arm, his touch gentle and calming. "it's okay, y/n," he said softly, his eyes beseeching you to let it go. "really, it's fine."
but it wasn't fine. you could see the hurt and confusion in haru's eyes, and it only fueled your anger further. seungcheol was ruining what should have been a pleasant evening, and you were at a loss to understand why.
the tension in the room had reached a palpable peak, a silent battle of wills between seungcheol and haru with you caught in the crossfire. the evening that you had hoped would be a pleasant introduction of new possibilities had turned into a minefield of unspoken emotions and escalating conflict.
seungcheol's final act of sabotage came as the three of you attempted to settle down in the living room. you had just suggested watching a movie, hoping it might diffuse the tension, when seungcheol abruptly stood up, his eyes glinting with barely concealed irritation.
"i don't think this is working out," he announced, his voice ringing with a finality that froze you in place. he turned to haru, his expression hardening. "i think it's time for you to leave."
haru's eyes widened in shock, his calm demeanor slipping as he struggled to process seungcheol's blunt dismissal. "excuse me?" he said, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"you heard me," seungcheol replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "this isn't your place, and i think it's best if you leave now."
you felt a rush of anger and embarrassment flood your cheeks. "seungcheol, what the hell are you doing?" you demanded, stepping between him and haru. "you can't just kick him out like this!"
seungcheol's eyes met yours, a storm of emotions swirling within them. "i'm doing what needs to be done," he said, his tone unyielding.
haru stood up, his expression a mixture of hurt and frustration. "it's okay, y/n," he said, his voice resigned. "i'll go. this isn't worth the trouble."
you turned to haru, your heart sinking. "i'm so sorry, haru. this is not how i wanted tonight to go."
haru managed a small, sad smile. "it's not your fault," he said softly. "i'll call you later."
as haru gathered his things and headed for the door, you felt a pang of guilt and regret. this was supposed to be a simple, pleasant evening, and now it was ending in disaster. once the door closed behind haru, the silence in the apartment was deafening.
you turned to seungcheol, your anger boiling over. "what the hell was that for?" you shouted, your voice shaking with fury. "you just ruined my date! why would you do that?"
seungcheol's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and something else you couldn't quite place. "he wasn't right for you," he said flatly.
"that's not for you to decide!" you shot back, your frustration reaching a breaking point. "you had no right to interfere like that. haru is a good guy, and you just humiliated him for no reason!"
seungcheol took a step closer, his presence towering over you. "i couldn't just stand by and watch you pretend everything was fine when it clearly wasn't," he said, his voice low and intense. "you deserve better than some guy who doesn't even know you."
"better?" you echoed, incredulous. "and who are you to say what i deserve? you've made it very clear that our…whatever this is…doesn't mean anything beyond a few nights of fun. you don't get to dictate who i see or don't see."
seungcheol's eyes darkened, his frustration matching your own. "is that what you think?" he demanded, his voice rough with emotion. "that this doesn't mean anything to me?"
you crossed your arms, trying to shield yourself from the vulnerability his words evoked. "what else am i supposed to think? you keep things casual, no strings attached. that's what we agreed on."
"and maybe i was wrong," seungcheol said, his voice softer now, but no less intense. "maybe i want more than that. maybe i want you."
the words hung in the air between you, a raw and unfiltered confession that left you reeling. you searched his eyes, looking for any sign that he was playing with you, but all you saw was sincerity and a depth of emotion that took your breath away.
the silence following seungcheol's confession was thick with tension, each second stretching like an eternity. you stood there, heart pounding, grappling with the raw honesty of his words. the anger that had fueled your argument moments ago was now mingled with confusion and a flicker of something unnamed and unsettling.
"y/n," seungcheol began, stepping closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "i mean it. i want you."
you opened your mouth to respond, to argue, but before you could utter a single word, seungcheol closed the distance between you. his hands cupped your face with a tenderness that belied the intensity of his emotions, and then his lips were on yours, silencing your protests in an instant.
the kiss was both unexpected and overwhelming. seungcheol's lips were warm and insistent, moving against yours with a fervor that took your breath away. for a moment, you were lost in the sensation, the world narrowing to the points where your bodies connected. his kiss was demanding yet tender, a blend of passion and desperation that made your heart race.
but just as quickly, the reality of the situation crashed back over you. you pulled away, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "no," you said, shaking your head as if to clear it. "you don't get to do that."
seungcheol's eyes searched yours, a mix of confusion and hurt flashing across his face. "y/n, i—"
"no," you interrupted, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and frustration. "you can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay. you don't get to treat me like some casual hookup and then suddenly decide you want more. it doesn't work like that."
seungcheol took a step back, his hands dropping to his sides. "that's not what i'm doing," he said, his voice low but steady. "it's not like that."
"then what is it?" you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive gesture. "because all you've ever wanted from me is something casual. and now, after ruining my date, you think you can just change the rules?"
"y/n, please," seungcheol pleaded, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that made your heart ache. "just listen to me."
you hesitated, the sincerity in his voice giving you pause. "fine," you said, your tone still guarded. "i'm listening."
seungcheol took a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts. "i know i've been an idiot," he began, his voice steady but tinged with regret. "i've been hiding how i really feel because i was scared. scared of messing things up between us, scared of losing you if it didn't work out."
you frowned, your anger slowly giving way to confusion. "what are you talking about?"
"i'm talking about how much you mean to me," seungcheol said, taking a step closer. "i'm talking about how i can't stand the thought of you being with someone else because it makes me realize just how much i care about you. this isn't just some fling for me, y/n. it never was."
his words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. you could see the sincerity in his eyes, the raw honesty in his expression. it was a side of seungcheol you hadn't seen before, and it left you reeling.
"but you never said anything," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "you never gave me any indication that you felt this way."
"i know," seungcheol admitted, his voice thick with regret. "and i'm sorry for that. i thought i could keep things casual, that it would be easier that way. but seeing you with haru… it made me realize that i can't do this anymore. i can't pretend that what we have doesn't mean everything to me."
you stared at him, your mind racing as you tried to process everything he was saying. the anger that had fueled your argument was slowly giving way to a deeper, more complex mix of emotions. part of you wanted to believe him, to take the leap and see where it could lead. but another part of you was still hurt, still wary of getting your heart broken.
the silence hung heavy between you, laden with the weight of unspoken words and the raw, intense emotions that seungcheol’s confession had unearthed. you could see the sincerity in his eyes, the raw vulnerability that he rarely showed. and in that moment, your resolve began to waver.
“seungcheol,” you began, your voice trembling, “i don’t know what to say.”
“then don’t say anything,” he replied, stepping closer, his gaze unwavering. “just let me show you how i feel.”
before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both fervent and tender. his hands moved to your waist, pulling you against him, and you felt your body respond to his touch, the anger and confusion melting away, replaced by a burning desire.
his kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against yours with a sensuality that made your knees weak. you clung to him, your hands tangling in his hair as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment. seungcheol’s hands roamed over your body, his touch igniting a fire in your veins.
he broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. “i need you, y/n,” he murmured, his voice rough with longing. “i need you to know how much you mean to me.”
you nodded, unable to find your voice. he took your hand, leading you to the bedroom, each step filled with anticipation and unspoken promises. once inside, he turned to you, his gaze smoldering.
“undress for me,” he commanded softly, his eyes never leaving yours.
with trembling hands, you complied, shedding your clothes until you stood bare before him. seungcheol’s eyes roamed over your body, his expression one of awe and desire. he stepped closer, his hands moving to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending shivers down your spine.
“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “i want to make you feel good. will you let me?”
you nodded again, your breath hitching as his hands trailed down your body, leaving a path of fire in their wake. he knelt before you, his eyes locking onto yours as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, his tongue darting out to taste your skin.
the sensation was electric, and you felt a surge of arousal as his mouth moved closer to your core. he parted your folds with his fingers, his tongue flicking over your clit with a skill that made you gasp. seungcheol’s hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he devoured you, his tongue and lips working in tandem to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.
“oh, god, seungcheol,” you moaned, your hands fisting in his hair as your hips bucked against his mouth. “don’t stop.”
he hummed in response, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you. his tongue circled your clit, teasing and tormenting you until you were trembling with need. he slid two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that sweet spot, and you cried out, your body arching towards him.
seungcheol didn’t relent, his mouth and fingers working together to drive you closer and closer to the edge. you could feel the tension building, a coil tightening in your belly, and then it snapped, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over you as you came, your cries echoing in the room.
he didn’t stop, his movements gentle as he coaxed you through the aftershocks, his eyes never leaving your face. when you finally came down, he stood, his fingers trailing your slick arousal up to your lips.
“open,” he instructed, and you obeyed, taking his fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. the look of pure desire in his eyes made your pulse quicken, and you sucked his fingers clean, reveling in the way he watched you.
“good girl,” he praised, his voice a low rumble. he kissed you again, his tongue exploring your mouth with a possessiveness that made your knees weak. you could taste yourself on his lips, the mingling of flavors heightening your arousal once more.
seungcheol broke the kiss, his hands moving to undo his pants. “lie down,” he instructed, and you did, stretching out on the bed, your body still humming with the remnants of your orgasm.
he shed his clothes quickly, his erection standing proud as he joined you on the bed. he knelt between your legs, his eyes drinking in the sight of you spread out before him. “i’m going to make you feel so good,” he promised, his voice thick with need.
he took his cock in hand, stroking it slowly as he watched you. “touch yourself,” he ordered, and you complied, your fingers finding your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles as you watched him.
seungcheol groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock as he watched you pleasure yourself. “that’s it, baby,” he murmured, his eyes locked on yours. “make yourself come for me.”
you bit your lip, your fingers moving faster, the combination of his gaze and the sensation pushing you closer to the edge. “seungcheol,” you moaned, your body tensing as you felt your orgasm building once more.
“come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “come for me, y/n.”
his words pushed you over the edge, and you came with a cry, your body trembling with the force of your release. seungcheol watched you, his hand moving faster on his cock as he brought himself to the brink.
he leaned over you, his eyes burning with need. “i need to be inside you,” he said, his voice a raw whisper. “i need to feel you.”
you nodded, spreading your legs wider in invitation. seungcheol positioned himself at your entrance, his cock slick with your arousal. he pushed in slowly, the sensation of him filling you making you gasp.
he set a slow, steady pace, each thrust deep and deliberate. the pleasure built with each movement, the intensity of the connection between you making your head spin. seungcheol’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, his eyes never leaving yours.
“look at me,” he murmured, his voice a soft command. “i want to see you.”
you locked eyes with him, the depth of emotion in his gaze taking your breath away. the rhythm of his thrusts increased, the pleasure building to a fever pitch. he reached down, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts.
the combination was too much, and you felt yourself hurtling towards another orgasm, the intensity overwhelming. “seungcheol,” you gasped, your body arching towards him.
“come for me,” he urged, his voice rough with need. “i want to feel you come around me.”
his words sent you spiraling over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you breathless. seungcheol followed you, his release spilling into you as he groaned your name, the sensation of him filling you only heightening your pleasure.
he collapsed beside you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. you turned to him, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your release. he pulled you close, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your forehead.
“are you okay?” he asked softly, his hand smoothing over your hair.
you nodded, your heart full. “i’m more than okay,” you replied, your voice a whisper. “i’m perfect.”
seungcheol smiled, his eyes warm with affection. “good,” he said, pulling you even closer. “because i’m not letting you go.”
the promise in his words wrapped around you, a comforting reassurance of the depth of his feelings. in that moment, you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together. and that was all you needed.
the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. you stirred, nestled in the warmth of seungcheol’s embrace, his arm draped protectively around your waist. for a moment, you lay still, savoring the tranquility of the morning, the quiet intimacy that enveloped you both.
seungcheol shifted beside you, his eyes fluttering open. a slow smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of you in his arms. "good morning," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.
"good morning," you replied, your own smile matching his.
he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "how did you sleep?" he asked, his lips trailing soft kisses down your temple and along your cheek.
"better than i have in a long time," you admitted, feeling a warmth spread through you at his affectionate gestures.
seungcheol’s kisses continued, each one a tender promise of his feelings. he moved to your other cheek, then your nose, then your chin, covering your face with a constellation of soft, loving kisses. you couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation, your heart swelling with affection for the man beside you.
"seungcheol," you murmured, your fingers threading through his hair as he nuzzled against your neck, his breath warm against your skin.
"hmm?" he hummed, his lips moving to your jawline.
"this is nice," you said, your voice soft. "i could get used to waking up like this."
he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a tenderness that made your breath catch. "so could i," he replied, his hand cupping your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you softly on the lips.
just as you were losing yourself in the sweetness of the moment, a familiar sound interrupted the tranquility. the door creaked open, and you felt a rush of fur and energy as kkuma, seungcheol’s dog, bounded into the room.
"kkuma!" seungcheol exclaimed with a laugh, sitting up as the dog jumped onto the bed, tail wagging furiously.
kkuma wasted no time, planting herself between the two of you and showering seungcheol with enthusiastic licks. you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, the dog’s antics bringing a lightness to the room.
"kkuma, stop," seungcheol said, though his laughter belied any real annoyance. he scratched behind the dog’s ears, giving her the attention she so eagerly sought. "you’re interrupting a very important moment, you know."
you smiled, reaching out to pet kkuma as well. "i think she’s just making sure we’re both awake," you said, your heart full as you watched the playful interaction between seungcheol and his beloved pet.
kkuma’s presence had an undeniable way of lightening the mood, her joyful energy infectious. she turned her attention to you, her eyes bright with curiosity. you scratched her behind the ears, earning a contented sigh as she settled down between you and seungcheol.
the three of you lay there for a while, enjoying the peaceful morning.
"y/n," seungcheol said softly, his hand finding yours under the covers. "about last night…"
you turned to him, your heart skipping a beat at the seriousness in his tone. "yes?"
"i meant everything i said," he continued, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "i want to be with you. for real. no more pretending, no more keeping things casual."
you felt a lump form in your throat, the sincerity in his eyes nearly overwhelming. "i want that too, seungcheol," you whispered, squeezing his hand. "i want to be with you."
he smiled, a look of pure relief and happiness washing over his face. "then let’s do it," he said, leaning in to kiss you again, this time with a gentle, lingering sweetness that left no doubt about his feelings.
kkuma, not to be left out, nudged her way between you once more, her tail thumping against the bed as she demanded attention. you both laughed, the moment made all the more perfect by her playful interruption.
as the morning sun continued to rise, you and seungcheol talked about your future, about the possibilities that lay ahead. there was a sense of hope and excitement, a feeling that together, you could face whatever came your way.
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Tangled in Desire
genre: smut, fluff
wc: 5,007
summary: What starts as playful, sensual flirting in the kitchen quickly ignites into a night of passion in the bedroom. Morning brings slow, lingering cuddles and soft, teasing kisses, until desire can’t be denied any longer, leading to an intimate, steamy shower together. Every touch, every look, and every whispered word is filled with love, lust, and uncontainable desire
Hindi ka pa man nakakapagpahinga ng maayos nang tuluyan galing school, nandun ka na agad sa kusina, naka-oversized shirt at medyo magulo ang buhok. Tahimik ang bahay, except for the soft footsteps behind you — isa, dalawa, tatlo.
Alam mo na agad.
Unang humawak sa’yo si Hayden, mainit ang palad niya habang dahan-dahan niyang sinasara yung espasyo sa pagitan niyo. Dumiretso siya sa likod mo, braso niyang malaki pumalibot sa bewang mo, baba niya nakadikit sa balikat mo.
“Good evening,” bulong niya, mababa, halos inaakit ka ng boses niya.
Nakatingin siya sa ginagawa mo pero halatang ikaw talaga ang pinapanood niya.
Habang nakayakap siya, dahan-dahan niyang ginuguhit yung daliri niya sa gilid ng baywang mo, parang pinapatahimik ka.
Sumunod namang dumaan si Wade sa likod mo, hawak ang frying pan, pero bawat daan niya, may haplos ng daliri niya sa balakang mo, parang wala lang pero ramdam mo hanggang sa loob ng dibdib mo.
“Evening, y/n,” sabi niya, may ngisi, parang may alam siyang hindi mo alam.
Nagpatuloy siya sa paghalo ng itlog na niluluto niya, pero hindi mo ma-miss ‘yung paraan na tumingin siya sa legs mo pababa, paakyat, tapos ngumiti ulit.
At ayun na.. dumating si Shiloah, naka-tshirt lang na malambot, buhok niya messy, pero yung tingin niya sa’yo… parang ikaw ang paborito niyang view sa buong mundo.
“Darling…” Hinawakan niya ang baba mo, light and gentle, tapos may sinubo siyang grape sa bibig mo na parang wala namang dahilan kundi gusto ka lang niyang pakainin.
Nagkatinginan silang tatlo — at biglang napansin mo yung sabay-sabay na paglapit.
Hayden nasa likod mo, kamay niya nasa hips mo.
Si Wade nasa kanan mo, hawak ang spatula pero mas hawak niya ata ang atensyon mo.
Si Shiloah nasa kaliwa mo, nakayuko, pinupunasan yung labi mo na parang may natira pang grape juice.
“Bakit ang tahimik niyo?” tanong mo, kahit alam mong may nangyayari na.
“Nothing,” sagot ni Hayden, pero ang halik niya sa batok mo nagsabi ng ibang kwento.
“You’re just being cute as always tonight,” dagdag ni Wade, sabay dulas ng kamay niya papunta sa inner thigh mo—mabagal, parang malisyosong walang plano kunwari.
“Darling,” bulong ni Shiloah habang hinahawakan niya ang kamay mo at pinapatong sa dibdib niya, “let us spoil you a little.”
At ayun na.. tatlong kamay, sabay-sabay, lahat may sariling ritmong humahaplos.
Isang kamay sa bewang mo.
Isa pa sa hita mo.
Isa sa likod mo, pinipisil ang bawat parte na gusto nilang ulit-ulitin.
Mainit.
Malambot.
Nakapikit ka na halos, trying to steady your breath habang nakasandal sa counter.
Tapos, isang halik sa leeg mula kay Hayden.
Isang halik sa shoulder mula kay Shiloah.
At isang halik sa pisngi mula kay Wade habang hinahawakang mas mahigpit ang hips mo.
“You’re burning the eggs,” sabi mo, pero mahina, halos ungol na tawanan nila.
“Let them burn,” sagot ni Wade, halos nakadikit na ang lips niya sa tainga mo.
“You’re more important,” dagdag ni Hayden, habang hinahaplos ang ilalim ng shirt mo.
“Darling,” sabi ni Shiloah, hila niya agad ang baba mo para magka-eye contact kayo, “we’re not done with you yet.”
And you stand there, squeezed between three warm bodies, three different touches, three voices teasing you at once—habang breakfast nilang tatlo ay ikaw na pala.
Bumaba yung kamay ni Hayden sa bewang mo, hinila ka nang dahan-dahan palayo sa stove. Hindi marahas… pero may diin na hindi mo kayang tanggihan. Pagharap mo sa kanya, hawak niya magkabila mong balakang, mainit ang mga palad, at tiningnan ka niya na parang may gusto siyang gawin na hindi pang-umaga.
“Hindi ko gusto na nakatayo ka diyan,” sabi niya, boses kalmado pero mabigat. “Dito ka muna.”
At bago ka pa makapagtanong, inangat ka na niya sa counter, mabilis pero maingat, parang alam na alam niya gaano ka kabigat, at kung paano hawakan ang katawan mo.
Pagkaupo mo, automatic na lumapit si Wade sa pagitan ng hita mo, hawak hita mo na parang pagmamay-ari.
“Akala mo makakatakas ka ha,” pabulong niyang sabi, hinahagod ang inner thigh mo gamit ang daliri niya. “Ayaw mong nakapaligid kami sa’yo? Hmm?”
Hindi ka makasagot. Hindi mo rin kailangan.
Sa kanan mo naman, si Shiloah umakyat sa tabi mo, palad niya dumapo sa face mo, thumb tracing your lower lip.
“Darling…” halos hingal yung bulong niya. “Namumula ka.”
Hinawakan niya baba mo, iniangat konti para mapatingala ka sa kanya.
Hinila ni Wade papalapit yung bewang mo.
At si Hayden—nasa likod ni Wade, pero yung tingin niya nasa legs at dibdib mo lang.
Tatlo silang nakatingin sa'yo pero alam mong sabay-sabay silang gutom.
Shiloah leaned in first, kissing you softly—parang inaamoy ka muna, lips brushing yours bago tuluyang dumampi.
Then bago pa lumalim ang halik, hinila ka ni Wade papunta sa kanya, capturing your lips with a firmer, deeper kiss na halos pasok hininga mo.
Narinig mo yung maliit na tawa ni Hayden. "Tingin ko nag-uunahan kayo,” sabi niya, boses mababa, amused pero may selos na konti.
Hayden steps closer, hands sliding sa legs mo, humahawak sa magkabilang hita mo, hinahatak ka pa mas forward sa counter.
Ang lapit nilang tatlo.
Ang init.
Ang bigat ng atmosphere.
“Tingin mo,” bulong ni Hayden, katawan niya halos nakadikit sa’yo, “kaya mong kumain nang maayos pagkatapos nito?”
Wade smirks, kiss landing sa gilid ng tuhod mo.
Shiloah kisses your shoulder, whispering, “Darling… dinner ka namin ngayon.”
At habang sabay-sabay nilang hinahaplos balat mo, halik dito at doon. habang ikaw? napapikit nalang sa libog at sarap.
Nasa counter ka pa rin, legs slightly parted dahil hawak-hawak nila. Pero this time, mas nag-co-coordinate sila—hindi nag-uunahan, hindi nag-aaway.
Parang sabay silang nagdesisyon na pahirapan ka nang dahan-dahan.
Si Wade ang unang gumalaw.
He steps between your thighs, hands sliding sa likod mo, at bago mo namalayan, kinuha niya yung bewang mo at pinihit kang dahan-dahang maupo diretso sa lap niya.
Nakasandal ka sa dibdib niya, legs mo nakabuka sa magkabilang side niya habang naka-upo ka sa hita niya, mainit, malapad, at sobrang lapit sa pagitan ng legs mo.
“Akma ka talaga sa lap ko,” bulong niya, hinahagod yung bare skin sa ilalim ng apron mo. “Parang ginawa talaga katawan mo para dito.”
Bago mo pa ma-process ang init ng haplos niya, may naramdaman kang kamay na umakyat sa likod mo—si Hayden, tumayo sa likuran mo. Nakahawak siya sa baywang mo habang bumubulong sa tenga mo, “Relax your legs, sweetheart. Let him feel you.”
Dumampi ang labi niya sa batok mo, mabagal at matagal, parang kinakabisa ang amoy ng leeg mo bago siya tuluyang humalik nang mas madiin.
Ramdam mo yung kilabot na dumaan pababa ng spine mo.
Si Shiloah naman, parang hindi makatiis. Lumapit siya sa kanan mo, hawak ang panga mo ng magaan, thumb gliding sa cheek mo habang tinititigan ka na parang obra.
“Darling…” bulong niya, boses na parang hinahaplos balat mo. “Look at me.”
Pagtingin mo sa kanya, yumuko siya konti and gave you the softest kiss sa corner ng lips mo. Hindi garapal—pero yung klase ng halik na nagpapabagal ng hininga mo.
Then he moved lower.
Halik sa panga.
Halik sa ilalim ng tenga.
Halik sa gilid ng leeg mo, habang yung kamay niya humahaplos sa collarbone mo.
At sa gitna ng lahat ng yun—
Wade starts rocking you gently on his lap.
Not sexual.
Not rough.
Pero sapat na para maramdaman mo yung init niya sa pagitan ng legs mo, tumatama nang sakto sa hiwa ng puke mo kahit may suot ka.
“Feel that?” tanong ni Wade, bulong niya sa tenga mo habang humihigpit yung grip niya sa bewang mo. “Am I teasing you…? gusto ko marinig kung paano ka umungol.”
Sa likod mo, si Hayden humahalik na sa shoulder mo, isang kamay nasa hita mo, tracing slow circles papasok, papalapit.
Si Shiloah, nasa gilid mo, mouth pressed sa leeg mo, whispering between kisses, “Darling… ang sarap mong tingnan habang inaangkin ka namin ng sabay-sabay.”
Napahawak ka sa balikat ni Wade, head falling back onto Hayden’s chest, habang dalawang lalaki ang humahalik sa leeg at balikat mo—at yung isa, ginigiling ang lap mo nang sobrang dahan-dahan.
You’re melting between them. You’re surrounded.
At wala kang nagawa kundi huminga nang malalim habang nilalaro ka nila sa gitna ng kusina.
Hindi na sila nag-aantayan.
The moment sinabi mong gusto mo ng mas heated, parang may sabay-sabay na nag-click sa tatlo. Lahat ng kilos nila biglang may diin, may gigil, may halong gutom na hindi na nila tinatago.
Naka-upo ka pa rin sa lap ni Wade—pero ngayon, hindi na gentle yung pag-rock niya sa’yo. Hinihila ka niya pababa, inaangat ulit, pinapadulas ka sa tigas niya sa ilalim mo kahit may tela pa kayong dalawa.
“Fuck…” bulong niya sa leeg mo, mainit, madiin. “Feel that, baby? Hindi ko na kaya kapag ganito ka kalambot.”
You gasp, kamay mo napakapit sa balikat niya, pero hindi ka nakapag-react nang bigla kang kinagat ni Hayden sa shoulder—hindi masakit, pero sapat para mapa-ungol ka nang malalim.
“Tangina… ang sarap pakinggan,” sabi ni Hayden, boses halos growl. “Ulitin mo.”
At imbes na matakot ka, hinawakan niya hita mo, pinagbuka ka pa lalo habang si Wade naman tuloy-tuloy kang ginigiya sa lap niya, making you grind harder, deeper, mas direkta sa ari niyang ramdam mo nang sobra.
“Let go,” utos ni Hayden, boses niya mababa, commanding sa tenga mo. “Huwag mong pigilan. Nadadala kami kapag nilalabanan mo.”
At hindi ka na lumalaban.
Sa kanan mo, mas lalo pang naging wild si Shiloah.
“Darling…” bulong niya bago dinila-dilaan yung leeg mo, mabagal pero sinasadyang may pressure.
Then he kissed lower.
Lower pa.
Hanggang umabot siya sa strap ng apron mo na nakasabit sa cleavage mo.
He tugged it with his teeth.
“Binibitin mo kami sa suot mo,” he whispered, voice dark and sweet. “Tanggalin ko?”
Hindi mo pa nasasabi ang sagot—tinaas na ni Wade yung laylayan ng apron mo, hinawakan yung hita mo gamit ang mga daliri niyang sobrang init, hinahagod papunta sa loob ng legs mo, dangerously close, halos sumasayad sa kung saan ka pinaka-sensitibo.
In one smooth movement, hinila ni Shiloah yung apron palayo sa dibdib mo—hindi pa fully off, pero sapat para lumamig ang hangin sa balat mo at uminit lalo ang tingin nilang tatlo.
“Fuck…” si Wade ang unang nagsalita, tingin niya bumagsak sa chest mo. “Look at her. Putang ina.”
Hindi ka na makahinga nang maayos.
Lalong napatigil ang paghinga mo nang biglang kinagat ni Hayden yung batok mo, sabay higpit ng hawak sa bewang mo para idiin ka nang diretso sa lap ni Wade.
You gasp loud.
And Wade groaned, mababa, guttural.
“Do that again. I swear, mapapaikot ko ‘tong buong kusina sa’yo.”
Shiloah lifted your chin, making you look at him habang tatlo silang sabay-sabay may ginagawa sa’yo. “Darling,” he whispered, lips brushing yours, “look at you, basa ka na… at hindi pa kami nagsisimula.”
Sa bawat hininga mo,
sa bawat pag-slide ng katawan mo sa lap ni Wade,
sa bawat kagat at halik sa leeg mo,
parang nawawala ka sa sarili mo.
At sila?
Mas lalong nagiging hayok.
Hindi mo namalayan na nasa kwarto na kayong apat.
Pagdating mo sa pinto ng bedroom, sinarado ni Hayden ang pinto nang madiin, halos padabog, sabay ibinaba ang kamay niya sa batok mo, hinihila ka palapit para halikan nang malalim—yung halik na may kasamang gutom at possessiveness na hindi niya tinatago.
Pero bago siya lumalim, hinila ka ni Wade mula likod. “Hindi ako papayag na mauna ka,” bulong niya kay Hayden, habang tinutulak ka papunta sa kama.
Then he looked at you—dark eyes, heavy breathing. “Come here, baby.”
Pagbagsak mo sa mattress, pumwesto agad si Wade sa ibabaw mo, hands on your thighs, pushing them apart like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Mainit. Mabigat.
At ramdam mong bawat lalim ng paghinga nila.
Shiloah climbed beside you, lips brushing your jaw, voice shaky, “Darling… you look like you’re about to ruin all of us.”
Hinila niya strap ng apron mo pababa, mabagal pero intentional, hanggang sa bumagsak ito sa tabi mo. Sinundan ng halik sa collarbone, then sa gitna ng dibdib mo—hot, slow, worshipping.
Sa kabilang side, umupo si Wade sa gilid mo, kamay niya gumapang sa hita mo pataas, pataas pa—pahinto-hinto lang para maramdaman mo bawat segundo.
“You’re shaking,” bulong niya, halos nakadikit ang lips niya sa tenga mo. “Do you want us this bad?”
Hindi mo nasagot—kasi si Hayden, nasa pagitan na ng legs mo, hinahawakan ang bewang mo, hinihila ka papalapit sa kanya.
At doon mo naramdaman—yung sobrang tigas at init ng tite niya na nakapwesto sakto, hindi pa dumidikit nang direkta, pero sobrang lapit na para mawalan ka ng isip.
Hayden leaned down, forehead against yours. "Open your legs for me,” sabi niya, boses niya mababa, halos punit. “I want to feel all of you.”
And you do.
Automatic.
Instinctive.
Like your body is responding for him.
Hinawakan niya hita mo, binuka pa, tamang-tama para si Wade, mula sa gilid mo, ay sumalo sa kabilang binti mo at ilagay sa hita niya.
“You’re letting us position you,” Wade whispered. “Good girl.”
Nanginginig ka.
At si Shiloah, nakahawak sa magkabilang wrist mo, inilalagay ang mga kamay mo sa ulunan mo, whispering, “Darling… don’t move. Let us take care of everything.”
Hayden shifted forward.
Hinila niya bewang mo.
Your bodies aligned—
skin to skin, heat to heat—
just centimeters away from sliding together.
Hayden’s breath hit your lips.
Wade’s fingers traced your inner thigh, dangerously close.
Shiloah kissed your chest, whispering, voice shaking with desire, “Just say the word, darling… and we’ll give you everything.”
Hindi nagtagal, si Hayden ang unang pumasok sa’yo. Mabagal at malalim ang bawat thrust niya, ramdam mo ang init ng tite niya sa puke mo, habang hawak niya ang balakang mo ng mahigpit. Si Wade ay nakatuon sa mga dede mo—hinihimas, nilalaro, at pinapahid ang labi niya sa utong mo paminsan-minsan—habang si Shiloah ay nagbubulong sa’yo sa harap, pinipisil ang puke mo at humihikbi ka sa sarap.
“Fuck y/n… yakap ka sa akin ng mahigpit,” hiling ni Hayden, at niyakap mo ang leeg niya habang sinusundan ng katawan mo ang bawat galaw. Si Wade ay patuloy na hinahaplos ang dede mo, hinahaplos ang mga kamay niya sa balat mo, habang si Shiloah ay naglalapat ng mga halik sa dibdib mo, dahan-dahang pinipisil ang mga utong mo at sabay sinusupsop ang isa habang ramdam mo ang init ng kamay niya sa puke mo.
Hindi nagtagal, sabay-sabay silang tatlo sa’yo—Shiloah sa likod, Wade sa gilid, at Hayden sa harap. Ang bawat thrust, haplos, at halik ay sabay-sabay na nagpapalibog sa iyo. Ang init ng tite ni Hayden sa puke mo, ang pagkakahimas ni Wade sa dede mo, at ang pagpipisil ni Shiloah sa pinaka-sensitive mong parte ay nagbubuo ng isang sobrang sarap na parang hindi mo kayang huminga nang maayos.
Lumakas ang pagbayo ni Hayden sa'yo, mas mabilis at mas malalim ang bawat thrust. Si Wade ay dumoble sa haplos ng dede mo, sinusupsop paminsan-minsan ang utong mo, habang si Shiloah ay naglalapat ng mas matinding presyon sa puke mo at sabay halik sa mga labi at leeg mo.
Hindi mo na mapigilan ang sarili—ang sabay-sabay nilang galaw, halik, at haplos ay nagdadala sa’yo sa rurok ng sarap. “Gonna cum y/n?” halos paungol na tanong ni Hayden, at sumagot ka sa isang malakas na ungol, ramdam mo ang init sa katawan mo habang nagsisimula ka nang mag-climax.
Si Wade ay tumigil sandali para lalong mastimulate ang dede mo, habang si Shiloah ay sabay na pinipisil at pinapasok ang daliri niya sa loob mo. Ang bawat thrust, haplos, at halik ay sabay na nagpalakas ng orgasm mo—ramdam mo ang init na umaagos sa puke mo, katawan mo, at bawat parte mo na hinawakan nila.
“Shiloah… Hayden… ohhh—” halinghing mo sa sobrang sarap, habang sabay-sabay silang tatlo nagbigay ng pinakaintense na climax sa’yo. Si Hayden ay tumigil ng sandali sa ibabaw mo, si Wade ay nakayakap sa gilid mo habang hinahaplos ang dede mo, at si Shiloah ay yumakap sa harap mo, sabay halik sa labi mo.
Nang magkapalit na sila ng pwesto, pinahiga ka nila ulit sa kama, nakataas ang mga hita mo, at si Wade na ngayon ang nasa ibabaw mo, nakatuon sa puke mo. “Are you ready, y/n?” tanong niya, at ngumiti ka ng mahina, ramdam mo ang init ng kanyang tite sa harap mo. Dahan-dahan niyang ipinapasok ang ulo sa loob mo, at agad kang napasinghap sa sarap.
Si Hayden, nakaluhod sa gilid mo, ay abala pa rin sa dede mo. Pinipisil niya ang mga utong mo, isinusuong paminsan-minsan ang bibig niya para dahan-dahang sungkitin ang isa sa mga utong mo habang pinapabilis ang tibok ng puso mo.
Si Shiloah naman ay nakayakap sa harap mo, dahan-dahang hinahaplos ang puke mo at pinapadama ang init ng kamay niya. “Darling… i wanna see you fall apart habang kinakantot ni Wade,” bulong niya, habang ang mga daliri niya ay dahan-dahang naglalaro sa loob at labas ng puke mo.
Si Wade ay nagsimulang mag-thrust, mabagal at matalim sa simula, ramdam mo ang bawat galaw niya sa loob mo. Ang init ng katawan niya sa ibabaw mo ay halos naglalapit ng init sa bawat bahagi ng katawan mo. Habang tumataas ang ritmo niya, sabay na tumitibok ang puso mo. Habang si Hayden at Shiloah ay patuloy na nagpapaligaya sa’yo sa iba pang paraan.
Napapaungol ka sa bawat kantot niya sa'yo, habang si Wade ay dahan-dahang pinapalalim ang thrust, sabay kiliti at haplos sa dede mo ni Hayden, at sabay halik ni Shiloah sa pinaka-sensitive mong parte. Ang bawat galaw ay nagdadala sa’yo sa sukdulan ng sarap.
Hindi nagtagal, naramdaman mo ang init na umaagos sa loob mo—ang climax mo ay sabay na dumarating sa bawat thrust ni Wade, habang si Hayden ay patuloy sa paglalaro ng dede mo, at si Shiloah ay yumakap sa harap mo, sabay halik sa labi mo. Ang kombinasyon ng init, halik, at haplos ay nagpalakas sa orgasm mo, parang hindi mo na kayang huminga nang maayos.
Pagkatapos ng ilang sandali, humupa ang init. Nakahiga ka sa kama, pagod ngunit satisfied. Si Wade ay nakahiga sa ibabaw mo, humihinga nang mabagal, si Hayden ay nakayakap sa gilid mo habang hinahaplos ang dede mo, at si Shiloah ay nakahiga sa harap mo, dahan-dahang yumayakap at bumubulong, “Darling… ganoon ka namin kamahal.”
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Kinabukasan ng umaga, gising ka na sa banayad na liwanag ng umaga, bahagyang nakasandal sa unan habang ramdam mo ang init ng katawan ni Hayden na nakayakap sa’yo mula sa likod. “Good morning, y/n,” bulong niya sa tenga mo, halatang malumanay at puno ng init. Yumakap ka ng mahigpit, pinipilit pigilan ang ngiti.
Sa kabilang gilid, naramdaman mo rin si Wade na nakabaluktot sa’yo, hinahaplos ang braso mo at dahan-dahang tinatamasang ang balat mo. “Morning… beautiful,” ani niya, ang tinig niya parang musika sa katahimikan ng kwarto. Napapalingon ka sa kanya, nakangiti, habang ang mga daliri niya’y marahang naglalaro sa balat mo.
Hindi mo pa man natatapos damhin ang dalawa, naririnig mo ang mabagal ngunit malambing na tinig ni Shiloah: “Darling… ang ganda mo ngayon,” sabi niya habang nakayakap sa harapan mo, unti-unting hinahaplos ang buhok at leeg mo.
Dahan-dahan kang niyakap ni Hayden mula sa likod, ang mga labi malapit sa tenga mo, habang si Wade ay hinahalikan ang balikat mo, at si Shiloah naman? marahang humahaplos sa dibdib mo. Lahat sila nakatutok sa’yo, at ramdam mo kung gaano ka nila iniingatan, gaano ka nila kagustong alagaan at mahalin.
Lumipat ka ng bahagya para masilayan ang mga ngiti nila. “Darling… want to shower with us?” bulong ni Shiloah, sabay haplos sa ilalim ng iyong baba. Napangiti ka, at naramdaman mong humahaplos din si Hayden sa baywang mo, si Wade sa hita mo.
Pinikit mo ang mga mata mo, huminga ng malalim, at hinayaan ang init ng kanilang mga kamay, ang lambing at konting kalasingan ng umagang ito, na bumalot sa’yo.
Binuhat ka ni Wade sa banyo. Pagpasok niyo, ang malakas na tunog ng tubig sa shower ay tila sumasabay sa tibok ng puso mo. Ang halik ni Shiloah sa leeg mo, ang kamay ni Wade na dahan-dahang naglalaro sa braso mo—lahat ay mas lalong nagpapainit sa’yo.
“Y/n,” bulong ni Shiloah habang hinahaplos ang dibdib mo, “gusto na kitang maramdaman…” Hinawakan niya ang tite niya, pinapakita ang init at paghahangad niya sa'yo.
Dahan-dahan, hinalikan ka ni Hayden sa labi habang si Wade ay minamasahe ang balakang mo. Ang init ng katawan nila, ang amoy ng sabon sa shower, at ang halik ng tubig sa balat mo—lahat ay nagiging foreplay bago tuluyang pumasok ang tite ni Shiloah sa puke mo. Pinaglaruan niya muna ang puke mo gamit ang dulo, hinahaplos ang boobs mo, habang ang isa niyang kamay ay nakasandal sa pader para hawakan ang sarili niya.
“Ahhh… fuck y/n… binabaliw mo ako, alam mo yun?” malakas na bulong niya, ramdam mo ang pagbilis ng kanyang hininga. Hinila mo siya papalapit, ramdam ang tigas niya sa bawat sagi ng tite niya sa singit mo bago tuluyang pumasok sa loob mo. Ang tunog ng tubig, halik, at mga daing mo—lahat ay naghalo sa isang mainit, intimate, at bastos na ritmo.
Si Hayden at Wade ay nakatingin, hindi lang basta nanonood kundi nakikihalubilo sa bawat galaw mo, bawat pag-ikot ng katawan mo, bawat pagtulak at paghila ni Shiloah. Halos hindi mo na maramdaman ang hangin sa paligid, puro lang kayo, puro init, puro lambing at kalibugan na sabay-sabay na umiikot sa inyo.
“Ahhh… shit, y/n…” si Shiloah, malakas at mabangis, ramdam mo ang bawat pag-ikot ng katawan niya. Si Hayden ay dumulas sa likod mo, hinahaplos ang dibdib mo, habang si Wade ay sumasabay sa halik sa leeg mo, nagpaparamdam na siya rin ay bahagi ng bawat kiliti, bawat paghinga, bawat daing mo.
Hindi mo na kayang pigilan ang sarili, ang sensasyon ay sobrang intense, parang lahat ng init ng katawan niyo ay nagmumula sa loob mo. At sa dulo, ramdam mo ang pag-igting, ang sabayang climax ni Shiloah at ang init ng halik at haplos nina Hayden at Wade sa’yo—ay sabay na nagpapabaliw at nagpapalibog sa'yo ng sobra.
Ramdam mo na ang init sa loob mo, ang bawat pag-ikot ni Shiloah ay mas lalo pang nagpapabilis ng tibok ng puso mo. “Ahhh… y/n… I’m so close…” bulong niya, halos basag ang bawat salita sa init ng katawan at pagbayo niya. Pinilit mong huminga ng malalim, hawak mo si Hayden sa braso, ramdam mo rin ang katas ni Wade na dumikit sa balat mo habang siya ay malapit sa leeg mo, hinahalikan ka sa leeg at hinahaplos ang balakang mo.
Bumilis ang galaw ni Shiloah, sabay-sabay ang hagod at pag-indayog niya sa loob mo. “Ahhh… ohhh… shit!” ungol niya habang ramdam mo ang init ng bawat pagtulak niya sa loob mo. Pumuno ang banyo ng tunog ng tubig, hininga ninyo at mga ungol niyo.
“S-Shiloah… Hayden… Wade… ohhh…!” daing mo, ramdam ang kamay ni Hayden na hinahaplos ang suso mo, at ang labi ni Wade na naglalaro sa leeg mo, sabay sa ritmo ni Shiloah. Hindi mo na mapigilan ang sarili, ang sensasyon ay umaabot sa sukdulan.
“Ahhhhhh! y/n… I’m—!” sigaw ni Shiloah bago sabay-sabay kayong umabot sa climax. Ang init ni Shiloah sa loob mo, ang haplos ni Hayden sa dibdib mo, at ang halik ni Wade sa leeg mo—lahat ay bumagsak sa isang mainit, matinding kulminasyon. Puno ang katawan mo ng katas, ng halik, ng init, ng lamig ng tubig na tumatama sa balat, at ng matinding damdamin na nagmumula sa bawat isa sa inyo.
Pagkatapos ng climax niyo, sumabdal ka sa dibdib ni Shiloah, ramdam ang bawat pulso ng katawan niya sa loob mo. Hinawakan ka ni Hayden, sumandal si Wade sa balikat mo, at sabay kayong huminga ng malalim. Tumayo si Shiloah, hinaplos ang mukha mo at dahan-daha kang niyakap.
“I love you…” sabay-sabay na bulong nila sa'yo.
“I love you too,” sagot mo, ramdam ang init at lambing ng bawat isa. Isang sandali ng katahimikan—tanging ang tunog ng tubig at ang sabayang tibok ng puso niyo ang naririnig bago muling nagyakap, naghalikan, at nagdikit ang mga katawan sa init ng pagmamahalan at pagnanasa na sabay-sabay niyong naramdaman.
— because i love you
paring. joshua x reader genre. fluff, comfort, bsf!joshua, f2l, mutual pining, it's the little things au wc. 0.7k warning. reader drinks alcohol and wears make up, mention of vomit, confession
synopsis. you finally learn the reason why joshua insists on doing the little things for you.
au m.list. it's the little things [f]
“take slow steps alright?”
you nod, grinning like an idiot at his words as he helps you make your way to the bedroom without planting your face onto the floor.
Hi! I never thought i’d share my writing but lately it is something that’s being in my mind a lot, i am by no means an expert, just a little hobby to distract me from studying.
Anyway, i’ve been playing with a non idol mingyu x reader, childhood best friends to strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, some angst, fluffy, him being absolutely so down for reader it’s kinda embarrassing, she also struggles a little with not knowing what to do in her life. I’ll insert a little sneak peek of the start, it’ll be great if you guys could tell me if it’s something you may be interested in reading!
Thanksssss💕
Unexpected Gifts
Vernon x Reader
Note: It's been a really long time since I wrote something. I had a severe case of writer's block and I hope that my writing did not rust. Hope you guys have fun reading it.
Summary: After an exhausting day of work, all you expected from the rest of the day was cooking dinner, watching some show, talking on phone with your relatively new boyfriend, Vernon and then getting some sweet sleep. But an unexpected visit from the said boyfriend, who brings a thoughtful gift for you results in you opening up to him.
Word Count: 867 words
Tags: new relationship, cooking, shy reader who does not usually initiate physical contact, whipped Vernon, tons of fluff
CALLING ALL BLACK KPOP WRITERS!!!
Im calling on our community to help me find some Seventeen fanfics by black writers. Im a fairly new Carat (6 months) and Ive been sort of looking around but I haven’t found much and I know we exist.
Please signal boost this, tag yourselves, add you fic recs or your own work, and so on.
Feel free to talk to me about your Bias, and so on.
I wanna shout out to
@panjakes and @sugarbaybeetexts they are dope and should get recognition.
My bias line is
S. Coups
Wonwoo
Seungkwan
Jeonghan
Woozi
OKAY BUT BEST FRIENDS TO LOVER W JUN?!? BUT ITS LIKE HELLA SOFT AND FLUFFY AND JS AKSJJSBDDBDJDJ
Well...now I'm soft.
tagging @huiranghaes for reasons
cw; junhui x gn reader, fluff
Imagine spending your entire life next to this boy. You grew up with him, his hand was always in yours so when his hand lingers you don’t seem to notice how different it feels. His eyes have always been on you, protectively watching you so when those eyes watch you fondly you don’t seem to notice. He’s always told you that he loves you with such ease as if it was like flowing water off of his lips so when he says it more often, it doesn’t surprise you.
Jun can’t help how his heart feels when he looks at you now. Yes you were his best friend. You were the most important person in his entire life but you were starting to mean something even more to him. He watched you laugh and cry over others but he wasn’t sure when he had started becoming jealous and angry that you couldn’t see that he was right in front of you.
You never shied from his touch, so when Jun pushed you hair behind your ear and you leaned into his palm, it took his breath away. He wanted to tell you right then how much he loved you but he felt like a fool because he knew you were just his friend. He was still that little boy who had drawn cats on your lunch box and made you soup when you were sick.
Yes he was still that boy but now he was a man who was looking at the person he was certain he was in love with. Now he was a man shaking as he reached for your hands as you gave him a different look than you ever had as you tilted your head with a soft smile whispering his name questioningly, “Junhui?”
