Ateez Headcanon - FWB sounds like fun until someone catches feelings
Requested <3 Some fluff, some angst and some more fluff, I have no words but Yeosang and Jongho :’)
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Hongjoong
he needed to relieve some stress and you needed to get laid
it was a win win
you’ve kind of always been included in his social circle
so he doesn’t notice the gradual desire to spend more time with you
or that you live in his head rent free
and it’s not weird that he keeps your favorite brand of coffee in his mini fridge to enjoy after your *ahem* escapades
it’s around the third song that he’s written with you in mind that he finally catches on
more like Seonghwa told him
but whatever
he’s down for you
and he’s down bad
but you seem so content with how things are
and that stresses him out so much
but he doesn’t want to call things quits because he loves you, and he doesn’t want things to be weird
and he’d for sure make them weird
“What happens to the people that fall in love with this kind of shit?” he asks one night as your pulling your clothes back on
you shrug “they fall in love I guess.”
“Is it bad of they do?”
“Depends on the person, some people just don’t want the strings.”
Hongjoong’s quiet for a while, startling when you ask him why
“What if- what if I want the strings?”
You can only narrow your eyes at what he’s saying, a smirk playing on your lips
“You want strings?”
“Your strings, as many as you’re willing.”
“I think we can make that happen.”
Seonghwa
so nervous to ask about it
but so confident about it once you agree to it
at first it’s just super casual, going to each others places and then leaving
but then he’s planning whole days around it
and they’re fun! You always have a great time with Seonghwa
but they feel an awful lot like dates given the whole fwb situation
you bring it up to him one day
man panics because he didn’t even realize
but then he pauses
and he does realize
he’s a little bit in love with you
and he’s been in love with you for a while
so he’ll straight up tell you
“I-I think I fell in love with you.”
“Oh you think?”
“You knew?!”
“Truthfully it wasn’t that hard to tell Hwa, I’m just glad you finally said it.”
Yunho
thought you were joking at first
but very quickly warms up to the idea
like way too quickly
calls you over at least three times a week at first
he tried for more but dude
you needed some time to recover
it’s just fun for him
hang out, quick fuck then right back to hanging out
neat!
until two months go by and you get a very frantic call from Yunho babbling on about something
you’re confused and the only thing you can make out are very quick apologies
“Yunho! Take a breath, slow down, what’s wrong?”
“I broke the rule I’m so sorry.”
“Hang on I’m coming over.”
He answers the door with red eyes and you swear his lip trembles when he actually looks at you
“Please don’t be mad I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“For what to happen? Yunho are you okay?”
“It’s a crush, I have a crush on you and I feel so guilty because it’s the one thing I wasn’t supposed to do but I just like you- us, I like us so much. Fuck… I’m so sorry if this ruins everything.”
your chuckle stops the tears from falling as you gently grab his face
“Who said it ruined anything?”
Yeosang
completely foreign concept to him
yes he knows what you mean but like? why him??
his heart melts a little when you explain how comfortable you feel around him
but then he’s right back to making it awkward
“so we just like?” he doesn’t know where to put his hands as they literally hover by your arms and chest
needless to say you took control the first night
he gets better as it goes, more confident and comfortable with the fact that he’s intimate with one of his best friends *platonically*
just when you think things are finally going smooth he starts shutting down again
he’s quiet save for a few grunts and groans and each time it gets worse till he’s not even saying anything to you at all
you think that’s the worst of it but as soon as he’s finished he’s up and out of the room
You show up unannounced one night and you can see the panic in his eyes
“What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”
Yeosang just shakes his head and tries to busy himself in the kitchen but you’re quick to follow
“Is it the whole hooking up thing?”
You watch his hands stutter and you know that’s exactly what it is
“If you don’t like it then-
“But you like it!”
“Yeosang! That doesn’t matter! If you’re uncomfortable then it stops now.”
“No! That’s not- I don’t want it to stop!”
“Then what do you want?!
“I want more! God, fuck. I want you, I want meaning, I want a title, I want to do all those stupid couple things that you say you hate but I know you love.”
He lets out a frustrated sigh and watches you process everything, eyes slowly coming back to his with the tiniest pout you can manage
“Even matching outfits?”
Yeosang lets out a breath of laughter as he pulls you flush against him,
“Even the matching outfits.”
San
:)
>:)
he’s totally the one who instigated the situation
ending the night with a ‘we should do this again’
and thus a new dynamic was added to the friendship
you two are very casual about it and it goes on for quite sometime before things start to change
like him grabbing your favorite snack on his way home from work
or him leaving out a few of his favorite sweaters because he knows you like to steal them
San falls in love with you slowly and it just feels right
so right in fact that he mutters it into your skin one night causing the both of you two freeze
he’ll drag his eyes to yours so painfully slow
heart racing out of fear that he just fucked everything up
“Did you mean it?”
He can’t lie to you
He especially can’t lie while he’s balls deep in you
The words won’t come out so he just nods
“Oh thank god.”
it’s music to his ears as he dives in for a very needy kiss
Mingi
lets be honest here
Mingi always had some sort of feelings for you
so needless to say
he fell the moment he has you calling out his name
will 100% try to play it cool
and by that I mean he doesn’t text you for a solid week after
you tried damn well to get him to talk to you
but the mans legs are long and he can speed walk faster than you can run
you get Yunho to help corner him one evening
and Mingi is very quick to tell the truth
that his phone was broken and every time he saw you he suddenly remembered he had left the stove, the shower and the heat on in his apartment and he absolutely had to go fix those things right away
You and Yunho just exchange looks and Mingi’s back to sputtering
“It’s a crush, I have this big stupid crush on you and I always have and that night just made it ten times worse because you’re absolutely perfect and it was more perfect than I could have ever imagined but I panicked because it was just supposed to be sex and I- I’m sorry”
you’re quite sure he said that all in one breath
“Min… I suppose I should confess something too.”
Wooyoung
straight up tells you no
kinda shocking I know
but he values your friendship and he’s seen too many movies where these things go south
so when you’re nonchalant about his answer and even ask him if you should go ask a different friend he feels his ears heat up
Why would you go ask someone else? He can do better than they can
It wasn’t your intent to make him jealous competitive but hey
whatever gets you laid
low keys gets annoyed when you hit him up
just because you’re starting to affect him in ways he didn’t think would happen
your friendship was so strong and solid before all this
and now he’s so weak for you
it’s so easy for him to come undone at your touch and he has to stop himself from chasing after more
because if you wanted a boyfriend you would have just gotten a damn boyfriend
he’s absolutely pissed when you call him after a night with your friends
he shows up and tastes the booze on your tongue, your lips no longer sweet but sour and he can’t take it
he’s being far too rough and distant and ends up making you cry
which makes him cry because he can’t stand to see you hurt especially by him but he has to be selfish, just this once
“I don’t want to do this anymore! I can’t fall even harder for you when I know you’re eventually going to find someone else.”
“Wooyoung, who said I ever wanted anyone else?”
Jongho
you were the one to suggest it
and he responded by crashing his lips against yours
because fuck work has been awful and he hasn’t had any action in months
not to mention, going out to find someone decent is also exhausting
but you, you he knows
you he trusts
after, you both don’t really mention it aside from a ‘thanks’ and ‘that was needed’
you don’t expect much to come out of it honestly, just a single fling because it was Jongho after all
but one night of just pure frustration turned into him calling you at least once a week
and yes he calls
he’ll make sure you’re hydrated and sometimes he offers to watch a movie after
but after a few months he catches himself tracing over every mark on your skin
and he’s come to realize he’s memorized every single one and he absolutely loves-
he’ll tell you to stop immediately, gently pushing you off of him
distancing himself as best as he can
“I can’t do this”
“I’m sorry? What happened?”
“I-I just don’t want to do this anymore, it’s enough. I’ve had enough.”
“Jongho-”
“You should go.”
He doesn’t reach out to you for well over a week which is absolutely killing him because you’re the only thing he’s thinking about.
But god dammit is he so scared to tell you that he caught feelings because that’s him being weak and you never saw him as weak
and besides, you don’t like him like that and he doesn’t blame you
he will nearly bust down your door at three am because he just can’t stand it anymore
“I need you.”
“O-kay?” and when your hands move to the hem of your shirt he has to rush to stop you
“No, jesus not like that… I mean, I need you because I love you and I don’t know what to do without you. And I’m an asshole I know, for making you leave and not talking to you but I need to know if you feel the same.”
“Say it again.”
“Wha? Which part?”
“The L word, I need to know I’m not dreaming again.”
eats that pussy like it's his last fucking meal. gently, of course. but he's 100% going to be fucking his tongue into you until you're almost crying. it'll be the most blissful thing you've ever felt - and part of you prefers his mouth to his cock just because of how much passion he puts into it. of course, sex in general is great with him. he's just the type to put his full attention into making you feel good when he's got your hips pinned against the bed and his head is stuffed between your legs.
loves it when you suck his cock. his favorite place to have you do it is the studio, because he knows if he asks nicely you'll come running to him after a long day of working and you'll sit right under the desk while he works. it eases him, relaxes him some. he still may not sleep a whole lot those nights but he's feeling a lot better by the next day - especially if you wake him up with some banger head, too. (also the type to hold the back of your head and force your nose to his pelvis a few times just to feel your throat oops.)
minho : prefers receiving
he definitely likes eating you out. he's the type to like, sit up on his knees and drag your lower half up with him though, your shoulders pushed into the bed and neck cramping. the pain mixed with the pleasure from his tongue is perfect, either way. he loves seeing you unable to squirm, dark eyes staring down at you, lidded and warm with lust as you make a mess of his mouth.
he loooooves when you give him head though. give him head? let him use your head. he'll let you start off at your own pace while he sits on the couch and scrolls on his phone, one hand keeping your hair out of your face so you're comfortable. but it always, always ends with him fucking into your mouth and throat and holding your head with both hands to keep you still. he thrives off the wet noises that come from you.
changbin : prefers receiving
will absolutely wake you up by eating you out - with your explicit consent prior, of course. he adores waking up early mornings and seeing you all curled up and squirming because of a dream about him. he loves rolling you onto your back and letting you wake up to see him under the blankets, hands splayed over the soft warmth of your sides before one trails down to let his thumb brush over your clit. he's so gentle when he eats you out - he's there to worship, baby.
will melt when you give him head. will literally pool in his studio chair when you sit on the coffee table and lean in to take him in your mouth. his head'll drop back, he'll let his hands grip at the arms of the chair. he'll refuse to touch you because he knows you'll ruin him the way you want on your own. it's gold to see, truly. his ears getting all pink. ugh. he's a sucker for your mouth.
i'm also a firm believer that binnie shoots fucking ropes, so take that as you will. (will fill your throat with cum, absolutely.)
hyunjin : prefers giving
he thinks you're like the most beautiful piece of art on earth. you're so gorgeous when you're squirming and writhing on the dressing room couch, hips perched up on the arm of the sofa while he kneels nearby and buries his face in your pussy. he's weak for you, absolutely - so desperately weak. he loves hearing your sounds for him. he loves the idea of the others hearing you from the locked dressing room - he loves the idea of someone walking in and joining. yeah, he just wants them to see how he gets you whining.
not a huge fan of receiving head just because he'd much, much rather be eating you out instead. he thinks you're too pretty to be on your knees, but when you are you can bet he will absolutely be looking down at you with his hair falling over his eyes and sticking to his face. motherfucker is gonna be dripping sweat just from the way you make him feel.
jisung : prefers giving
lazy eater. not bad, by any means - just lazy. he likes to lay between your legs while the two of you are lounging watching a movie (probably HMC.) and just casually eat you out. you won't be squirming or whining or gasping for breath - you'll just be smiling, moaning here and there and combing your hand through his hair while his tongue slips over your folds just the way you like. he'll let his thumbs massage over your clit as his hands rest on your hips, breathing heavy and big eyes focused on the television. he just likes doing it so casually, but there's always a massive wet spot on the sofa after because he'll sit there for hours just doing it and letting spit drop.
another one who doesn't really like making you get on your knees for him - but the occasional blowjob won't upset him. he likes when you have him squirming in bed, holding his thighs open so he doesn't close them on your shoulders or choke you out - not that you'd complain about dying there. he's the type to get reaaaal loud and whimpery.
felix : prefers giving
messy, messy boy. i have a feeling he's the type to spit on your pussy and then lick it up or push it into you with his tongue, and he's the type to get you to squirt. he will not stop until you're making an absolute mess of your bedsheets, but he will of course take care of it all after and make sure you're comfortable immediately. he's the type to leave bruises on your hips from his rings digging in.
likes head every so often - another one, i know i know, who doesn't prefer it but doesn't mind. he's pretty casual about it, rocking his hips into your mouth and breathing hard when you take him into your throat. he likes to cum on your face, rather than in your mouth - because again, he likes the mess, and likes the image of you with his cum just painting your pink cheeks and puffy lips.
seungmin : prefers receiving
another one who just eats that pussy like it's his last meal. he prefers you giving him head instead but he's going to make this shit good, holding you down and sucking on your clit until you're actually crying. he's a bit mean in bed, slapping your ass and maybe even spanking your pussy when you get too wiggly on the bed.
is all too casual, sort of like minho. he'll sit there and just comb your hair back, let you lay on the sofa with your feet kicking while you keep him in your mouth. you're comfortable, he's comfortable - he's also taking a few short videos to send to the groupchat so the others know why he's a little late to practice. you're his main priority and he prefers being with you anyways. but yes, he's definitely got at least 30 different videos in an album of you sucking his cock in multiple locations.
jeongin : prefers giving
mo. ther. fucker. the ONLY one out of the boys to use his fingers when he eats you out - deserves to be in the hall of fame. have you seen his hands?? (guilty, oops.) he will absolutely be pushing two fingers into your cunt while he eats you out, sucking and nibbling and licking long stripes over your slit and clit until you're whining loud. he'll only eat you out in his bedroom - because he loves rubbing it in his hyung's faces that he can make you feel this way.
will only let you give him head IF you're in the car. roadhead. he figured out he reaaaaally liked it after you offered it up once when he got his license. he absolutely said yes, and at first was a bit shaky but now he's a pro at keeping a straight face. one hand'll be holding your hair back while the other grips at the wheel tight, white-knuckled and chewing on the inside of his lip as he drives. if you ask really nicely, he'll even let you do it while seungmin is in the backseat.
a/n: wrote this on my phone so bare with me if it’s shit. next will be seungmin and jeongin to complete the series.
tw: afab!reader ; virgin!reader & virgin!jisung ; foreplay ; oral (both f and m receiving) ; protected intercourse ; aftercare ;
wc: 1272 words
my masterlist. read the other scenarios here.
smut. minors dni. 18+.
you’d probably be each other’s firsts, and it’d be so freaking cute and wholesome too 🤧;
with him i feel like it’d happen spontaneously after a few months? don’t get me wrong dude’s horny but he’s also incredibly shy whenever it comes to intimacy, especially if you’re both inexperienced;
he wants you to have a good time with him and he wants to make you feel good and the fact that he doesn’t know how to kinda makes him feel insecure :( ;
so you guys would probably have looooots of foreplay during the early stages of your relationship - he wants know how to touch your body the right way and he’s so eager to learn!!!
“like this?” “you like it when i touch you here?” “how do you want me to move my fingers?”
becomes a blubbering mess when you touch him, tho - he’d moan and grunt nonstop and let’s be real, probably cums in two seconds flat the first time you go down on him 🤧 ;
i feel like your first time together would happen kind of casually, neither of you actually planned it to happen on that day, but you still were prepared - which means he’d previously bought condoms and lube ;
you had talked about it before of course, and you were on the same page about it - you wanted to sleep with each other, you just weren’t in any rush. it’ll happen when it’ll happen ;
so maybe you’re at his place on a lazy afternoon, and what’s better than eating popcorn and other junk food with your boyfriend while watching anime in bed?
but of course you can’t keep your hands to yourselves whenever you’re around each other can you?
like i said, dude’s horny and you are too, so it’s only natural ;
you’d start touching him over the clothes at first, but he’d be focused on the anime ;
you’d start by touching his arms, trying to feel them over the thick material of his hoodie, then his stomach, and then you’d sneak your hand under the piece of clothing, feeling his warm skin against yours ;
you’d move your hand up, up, up until your fingers would brush one of his nipples - he’d try his best to suppress a moan, you know he’s sensitive there :( ;
then you’d decide to tease him a lil bit by toying with the soft, curly hair of his happy trail - you do it quite often even in a non-sexual way ;
only when you slip your hand under the waistband of his pajama bottoms and underwear would he turn his head to look at you, looking extra cute with his boba eyes and round glasses ;
“you don’t like it?” he’d ask, referring to the anime you’re watching “is it boring? we can watch something else, jagi.”
“i’m just interested in something else right now,” you palm his chubby, still kind of limp dick, feeling the way it’s starting to get hard under your touch ;
the anime is soon forgotten, jisung gripping your t-shirt tight as you stroke him the way he likes it ;
he slips his own hand in your underwear, the pads of his fingers brushing all of your most sensitive spots slowly and delicately ;
“baby,” he bites on your shoulder, cock leaking so much already, “m-more, baby. need your mouth on me, baby, please. i’ll go down on you after, promise.” ;
the very thought of his mouth on you is enough to make your head spin, but you do have something else in mind ;
“i was thinking… maybe we could take things further?”
he’d be confused at first, tilting his head to the side and blinking at you - then realization would hit him ;
“oh. baby, are you… are you sure?”
“hm,” you nod, “i’ve been ready for a while i think.” he’d lowkey start to panic. you notice, of course. “i mean- we don’t have to. it was just an idea.”
“i want to,” he’d blurt out. “i want to. i really do. just- promise me you’re sure and you won’t regret it.”
“promise, baby. i could never regret anything with you.” and he’d feel instantly a lot better.
foreplay. a must. especially because he’s sure he’s gonna embarrass himself by cumming too fast. again ;
so you’d go down on him first, and he’d return the favor, eating you out sloppily, moaning against your pussy as he laps up at your arousal. crush his head between your thighs and he’ll propose to you right now. also adds his fingers to stretch you out ‘cause he doesn’t want to hurt you :( ;
the condom is a must!! especially because he’s 100% sure he’ll bust soon and you’re not on birth control yet ;
kinda doesn’t know how to put it on tho so you do it for him <3 ;
“how do you know how to put a condom on but i don’t?”
“didn’t you take sex ed at school?”
lots of goofy talk to ease the tension <3 ;
intertwines your fingers and looks into your eyes as he presses the head of his cock inside of you ;
he’s really thankful you sucked him off and made him cum before otherwise he’d have busted immediately at the feeling of how tight you are around him ;
panic washes all over him when he sees you scrunching your nose and stops even though he’s literally only halfway inside of you ;
“baby. baby? does it hurt? is it that bad?”
it doesn’t hurt, it’s just uncomfortable and unfamiliar, you expected much worse from what you’d read on those online articles. he visibly relaxes once you tell him that ;
you’d pull him closer. “how does it feel for you?”
“amazing,” he’d let out a pained whimper. “it’s wet and- and hot. like your mouth, but better. i mean, i love your mouth, don’t get me wrong, it’s just-“ ;
like i said, goofy talk and lots of rambling <3 ;
he loves the feeling already, his body kind of moving on it’s own, fucking into you slowly, his body fully pressed on yours ;
kisses you a lot but on the cheek and neck because he wants to listen to the sounds you make ;
he lets out the prettiest moans, especially if you play with his hair as he’s inside you ;
don’t clench around him otherwise he’ll cum on the spot. “baby- baby. don’t. please. wanna last for you,” he’d beg. “wanna make you feel good.” ;
praise. he’d praise you soooo much, telling you every single thing about you he finds beautiful (spoiler: everything). will 100% blush if you do the same, “jagiiii~” ;
even though he’d love to come together with you at the same time, it probably won’t happen the first time you sleep with him - it’s okay, it just means he’ll make you cum with his mouth once again <3 ;
he’ll cum after what to him felt like an hour but were probably just twelve minutes, filling the condom with a broken sob - the feeling of your walls wrapped around him being too much ;
like i said - he makes you cum a second time with his tongue and lips even though you reassured him, telling him it’s fine, that you’re sarisfied. he’d insist. “no way my baby won’t cum on her first time with me. you just wait until i get better. i’ll make you cum so hard, baby, i promise.” and he will ;
you’ll take a shower together, taking turns washing each other’s bodies and hair. lots of kisses under the hot water ;
asks you a million questions once you’re cuddled up in bed. “how was it?” “was it good?” “did you like it?” “you’re not just telling that to spare my feelings, right?” “i was terrible, wasn’t i?” “i’ll understand if you don’t want to sleep with me ever again.”
you do sleep with him again. fifteen minutes later.
ngl i kinda wanna write a drabble about this….
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Okay sooo I had this new idea that just came yo me while I was listening to the song in the woods somewhere by Hozier, and I was wondering would it be possible to do a fic based on the song for either changbin or hyunhin ??
• ❥ • changbin x reader
warnings: none
In the depths of the forest, where whispers intertwine with the rustling leaves, you find yourself drawn to the enchanting melody of "In the Woods Somewhere" by Hozier. As you venture further into nature's embrace, your heart beats in sync with the rhythm of the song.
Amidst the moonlight's gentle caress, you catch a glimpse of Changbin, his presence captivating and mysterious. His voice, like velvet, weaves seamlessly with the wind, resonating deep within your soul. The lyrics, filled with emotion, paint a vivid tapestry of longing and desire.
As your paths cross, a connection sparks between you and Changbin, as if fate has orchestrated this meeting in the heart of the woods. Your eyes meet, and in that moment, time stands still. The music becomes a backdrop to your shared journey, as you explore the depths of your emotions together.
Hand in hand, you and Changbin dance amidst the moonlit shadows, your steps guided by the melody of the song. The forest becomes your sanctuary, a place where the barriers of reality fade away. Your heart beats in unison, the music enveloping you both in a cocoon of love and understanding.
As the song reaches its crescendo, you and Changbin find yourselves in a hidden clearing, bathed in the soft glow of the moon. In this sacred space, you share a dance that transcends words, a dance that speaks volumes of the connection you share. It's a moment of pure magic, etched into the fabric of your souls.
As the final notes of the song fade into the night, you and Changbin are forever changed. The music has touched your hearts, intertwining your stories in a way that can never be undone. And as you leave the woods, the memory of this extraordinary encounter lives on, a cherished chapter in the book of your lives.
Do you think you could do felix with a reader that takes a long time to cum and is super insecure about it but he reassures her that he would love to try and make her cum even if it takes her a long time (and it does) but he actually does it and she's so shocked. Thank you!!!
𝐭𝐰: female anatomy ; mentioning of faking orgasms ; reader has had shitty exes who made her feel bad ; poor communication at the very beginning ; oral sex and fingering (f receiving) ; dirty talk ; ♡
𝐰𝐜: 2,1k ; ♡
a/n: i’m not suuuper proud of this but i had a lil writer’s block so…. also, i edited this on my phone so it might be shit shxhsh. hope u like this anon!! ♡
this contains smut. minors dni. 18+ only.
Lying in bed, spent and out of breath, Felix wonders what he did wrong.
You didn’t cum, that much is very clear to him. And it’s not that he’s offended or questioning his skills, he’s just really confused about it. He felt you clenching around him, and you did moan just a pitch higher. Did you try faking your orgasm hoping he wouldn’t notice? Did he really fuck you that badly? Maybe he should’ve communicated better, checked up with you more, asked if you were enjoying yourself.
He’d been shoved away from your pussy when he was giving you head earlier, you tugging at his hair to get him to stop eating you out. He’d been lapping at your clit for minutes when you’d muttered out a breathy “I need you now”. Now that he thinks about it, the very same thing had happened when he’d fingered you the first two times you slept together. And you didn’t cum that that day either at this point, Felix is sure.
You’ve slept together twice now and you faked your orgasms both times. Felix feels he should bring this up before it’s too late and it becomes a routine for you. Only… how? He wouldn’t want to make you feel bad about it, he just genuinely wants to understand if there’s anything he could do to really pleasure you the way you deserve.
Coming back inside the room a couple of minutes later after freshening up, you immediately notice that Felix looks lost in his thoughts. Nevertheless, he smiles at you once he witnesses your presence inside the room and pats the empty spot next to him, implying for you to come lie down and cuddle, which you do, resting your head on his chest and throwing your leg across his lap as he covers the both of you.
The room smells awfully like sex, which is a constant reminder to Felix that he has to talk to you. Your relationship is at its early stage, and he wants to talk this through with you before everything crumbles - sex might not be the most important aspect in a relationship, but communication is, and Felix needs you to know you’re completely safe to talk to him. He wants you to tell him if he’s not doing something right in bed.
He really, really likes you and wants to be with you for a very long time, that’s why it’s so important that you trust him with this kind of things.
“Baby?” His deep, hoarse voice vibrates in his chest, “you good? You’re not sore, are you?”
He feels you shaking your head. “Nope, just tired, but I’m good. Are you?”
Physically, yes, but his own brain is killing him with the constant overthinking.
“Yeah,” he just answers while thinking of an efficient way to bring up the fact he suspects you faked your orgasms.
Thankfully, though, you kind of do it for him.
“Did you… did you like it?” You ask timidly, feeling kind of stupid for asking, but the way he looks so deep in thought is kind of making you feel self conscious.
“Of course I did,” he doesn’t sound like he’s lying, and you sigh out of relief when he pulls you closer and kisses your head. “Did you?”
“Yeah,” you mumble, but Felix knows you’re sugarcoating the truth to him somehow, and he hates it.
“Baby,” he mumbles after a while - a deep sigh follows the petname. “I know you faked it.”
Blood runs cold in your veins. You open your mouth to justify yourself, thinking he’s mad at you or something, but he beats you to it. He sits up on the mattress, and you do the same, however you keep your head down, not meeting his eyes.
“Felix, baby…”
“Before you say anything, I just want you to know I’m not mad at you. I just… don’t understand? I mean, is there something I’m doing wrong? Is there something I can do better? You can tell me, baby. I won’t get mad at you, I could never.”
You shake your head, fidgeting with the hem of your pajama shorts. Taking a deep breath, you shake your head as a no, “you’re not doing anything wrong, I promise.”
“Then what is it, baby?” He asks, voice full of concern - he wants you to help him understand. “I want you to always have a good time when we sleep together. I don’t want you to experience disappointing sex with me and feel like you have to fake it to spare my feelings. We’re a couple, you should tell me if you don’t like something I’m doing. Even- even when I give you oral or try to finger you, you never finish, you just push me away after a couple of minutes.”
The room falls awkwardly quiet after Felix’s words, until you finally find the courage to speak and tell him the truth, even though it’s embarrassing - to you, at least.
“It’s not that I don’t like it,” you begin. “It just… it takes me a while to, you know… cum. A long while,” you sigh. “You… I like everything you do to me, baby, it’s just… it takes really long, and I wouldn’t want you to get bored or anything.”
“Baby, just… why on earth would I get bored eating you out or fucking you? I don’t understand, you know I’d die between your thighs, baby.”
His words go straight to your core, and you’re sure you’re red in the face by now.
“You say that now. But I can assure you, you will get bored.”
All of your exes did, after all. But if there’s one thing your relationship with Felix has taught you, is that he’s nothing like your exes.
“Baby,” he says in a serious tone, “I won’t,” he assures you. “I know I won’t, and I’ll be honored if you ever want me to try to make you cum, baby, but only if it’s something you want. You know I’d never pressure you into anything, baby.”
“You mean… right now?”
Felix pulls you in his lap, his arms around your waist. “Whenever you want to. If you want round two right now I’m down.”
You’d be lying if you said you aren’t horny right now, especially when Felix’s underneath you, completely shirtless and only in his boxers. However, you can’t help but feel a little anxious. After all, Felix knows you’ve been faking your orgasms and he’s willing to try his hand at making you cum. What if you don’t?
Felix can’t help but notice you’re too much in your own head, so he places two fingers under your chin and delicately lifts your head to meet your eyes. “We don’t have to. It was just a suggestion, baby.”
You shift in his lap and he makes a pained sound, already getting hard. “No! It’s not that. I want to, it’s just… I’m scared to disappoint you.”
He pulls your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ears. “You could never disappoint me. Understand?” He looks you in the eye as he speaks.
You nod. “Yeah, okay.”
“Good,” he whispers on your lips, “now let me eat you out like you deserve.”
Sprawled on the bed with Felix between your thighs, you can’t help but feel a bit nervous as he slides your panties down your thighs, letting them fall on the floor. Felix, however, looks completely enamoured with your pretty pussy.
When he places the first kiss on top of your thigh, your body jolts. “It’s gonna take a while.”
“Relax, baby,” another kiss on your inner thigh, “don’t think too much. Just lie down and enjoy yourself.”
Felix takes his time peppering your skin with soft kisses, all the way until his lips finally reach your most sensitive spot. You squirm when he licks a stripe that goes from your entrance to your clit, and his head immediately snaps in your direction. “You good?”
“Yeah. Yeah, felt good.”
Felix smirks and licks his lips, licking another stripe on your pussy, and then wrapping his lips around your clit, humming as he buries his face deep in your cunt. He keeps sucking and licking and lapping at your most delicate spot. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, and the wet, squelching sounds he makes are the only thing that can be heard, together with your heavy breaths.
It feels nice, really nice, but you don’t feel close yet. Maybe it’s because you can’t really empty your head and relax like Felix said.
“Felix, baby…” you try to entangle your fingers in his hair, “it’s… it’s okay if you wanna stop.”
Felix shakes his head, with his mouth full of your pussy. “Don’t wanna,” he mumbles, completely pussydrunk. “D’you want me to stop?”
“I don’t want you to get tired…”
Felix chuckles, sucking on your clit harder until you let out a whimper. You can’t see him, but Felix smirks satisfied. “Does it look like I’m getting tired, baby?” He lifts his head to look at you, and you can clearly see your arousal all over his chin, mixed with his spit. “I fuckin’ love eatin’ this pussy, baby. ’s so sweet. So fuckin’ sweet, baby, I could eat it all day.”
He grips your thighs harder, eats you out like a desperate man, very pleased with the moans you let out each time he sucks a little bit harder on your sensitive and swollen clit. Felix smiles to himself when he feels you clenching your thighs around his head, and this time he’s sure you’re not faking your reactions, because your legs are genuinely shaking. You arch your back when Felix inserts a finger inside of you slowly, inch by inch, and then a second finger, while his mouth is still on your clit. Your breathing gets quicker and quicker when he starts moving them in and out of you.
“You like it, yeah?” Felix slurs, fucking you with his fingers slow and deep, stimulating your g-spot over and over again. “You like it when I eat you out while I fuck you with my fingers, huh?”
You nod. It feels different than any of the other times you’ve done this. This time, you feel you could actually cum. “Like it. I like it, baby. Keep going, please. Don’t stop,” you whimper.
“Is my baby gonna cum f’me?” Felix kisses your clit sweetly. “Are you gonna cum for me f’real? Y’re not gonna fake it this time, baby, are you?”
You shake your head, legs desperately trembling - you can practically feel your orgasm, it’s there. Felix is about to make you cum for the first time. You moan when he latches his mouth back on your clit, eating you out and savoring the way you taste on his tongue. Entangling your fingers in his blond hair, you push him into your cunt as you feel yourself releasing in his mouth, arching your back.
“Baby, baby!” You moan, your whole body’s shaking, “‘m… ‘m…”
Your body falls back on the mattress, completely spent, chest rising and falling quickly. Felix pulls his fingers out of your cunt, wiping them on the sheets to dry them as he lifts his head from your thighs. The lower part of his face is entirely covered in your release, and he manages to lick most of it to clean himself, wiping the rest away using the back of his hand before collapsing on the bed next to you with a grin on his face. Circling your waist with his arm, he pulls you closer so that you’re resting your head on his chest.
“I’m… I’m guessing you didn’t fake it this time, huh?” He jokes, breathing heavily himself.
You hide your face in the crook of his neck, blushing like crazy. “I didn’t, I really didn’t.” After a while, you say, “I’m sorry it took so long.”
Felix only pulls you closer, kissing the top of your head. “Ah, baby. What matters the most is that you enjoyed yourself.”
“I did, baby. I liked it very much.”
“Good,” Felix reassures you. “I don’t mind going down on you or fucking you, baby. In fact, I love it. I’d spend the whole day buried between your sweet thighs, you know that.”
“Are you for real?” You can’t help but ask, lifting your head to meet his eyes.
Felix nods, then his gaze shifts to the large, watch patch on the front of his grey boxers. “Does it look like I’m lying, baby? Now gimme a couple of minutes and I’ll fuck you real good, too, baby, promise.”
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Hello, I see your requests are open! May I know what rules you have for requests - drabbles only, prompts from your set list, etc.? Thanks!
good question !! thank you for asking <3
not many rules tbh
i am open to literally anything and any fandom
drabbles, head cannons, fake texts and shorts are about as much as i can do since i am pretty busy most of the time BUT i can make it as long or as short as you’d like
only topics i don’t do is like EDs and SelfH stuff in that area.
other than that i am down for any twisted kinks anyone has.
Okay sooo I had this new idea that just came yo me while I was listening to the song in the woods somewhere by Hozier, and I was wondering would it be possible to do a fic based on the song for either changbin or hyunhin ??
• ❥ • changbin x reader
warnings: none
In the depths of the forest, where whispers intertwine with the rustling leaves, you find yourself drawn to the enchanting melody of "In the Woods Somewhere" by Hozier. As you venture further into nature's embrace, your heart beats in sync with the rhythm of the song.
Amidst the moonlight's gentle caress, you catch a glimpse of Changbin, his presence captivating and mysterious. His voice, like velvet, weaves seamlessly with the wind, resonating deep within your soul. The lyrics, filled with emotion, paint a vivid tapestry of longing and desire.
As your paths cross, a connection sparks between you and Changbin, as if fate has orchestrated this meeting in the heart of the woods. Your eyes meet, and in that moment, time stands still. The music becomes a backdrop to your shared journey, as you explore the depths of your emotions together.
Hand in hand, you and Changbin dance amidst the moonlit shadows, your steps guided by the melody of the song. The forest becomes your sanctuary, a place where the barriers of reality fade away. Your heart beats in unison, the music enveloping you both in a cocoon of love and understanding.
As the song reaches its crescendo, you and Changbin find yourselves in a hidden clearing, bathed in the soft glow of the moon. In this sacred space, you share a dance that transcends words, a dance that speaks volumes of the connection you share. It's a moment of pure magic, etched into the fabric of your souls.
As the final notes of the song fade into the night, you and Changbin are forever changed. The music has touched your hearts, intertwining your stories in a way that can never be undone. And as you leave the woods, the memory of this extraordinary encounter lives on, a cherished chapter in the book of your lives.
warnings: mentions of menstruation, panty grinding, aftercare <33
a/n: I just needed a soft chan for when I am going through it during that time of the month. This is purely self indulgent :((
Soft Channie who sings your favorite songs while you rest. The strumming of the guitar like soft kisses. Soft Channie who makes your favorite drink, perfect amount of cream and sugar, to ease your cramps.
Soft Channie who massages your feet while you talk about your latest TV show, all the drama happening between your favorite characters. Soft Channie who listens intently, pressing his palms into the palm of your feet, telling you how cute you look when you talk about your interests.
Soft Channie who cautiously grinds on top of your panties, knowing even the slightest stimulation will help your menstrual pain. Holding his shirt between his teeth, he slowly thrusts his hips into your soft, clothes cunt.
Soft Channie who lets small, pathetic whimpers leave his lips, careful not to push you too far or thrust too quickly. Soft Channie who is desperate to cum, his tip swollen and red against your fabric. Your clit poking through ever so slightly, to brush against it.
Soft Channie with impatient beads of cum forming at the tip. The shaft of his cock pulsating faster. You grab his face and force him to make eye contact, knowing it will be the end of him
Soft Channie who pours himself on top of you. Covering and coating you entirely. Soft Channie who apologizes again and again for making such a mess, kissing and cleaning you profusely.
Hi hi, so I saw you take req rn! So I wanted to request some Minho x fem reader fluff, maybe something like him making reader feel safe and secure like he is giving her the chance to just be herself and let go and heal her inner child, not necessarily angsty, just him maybe taking care of her in a sweet way, like letting her play games at the arcade she never got to try or figure out videogames or something like that✨
Would looove to see what you do with that💕have a great dayyy!
ೃ⁀➷ lee minho x reader
warnings: notning just sweet sweet fluff
As the sun began to set, Minho led you to a bustling arcade, the colorful lights and lively sounds filling the air. He knew how much you loved games and wanted to create a space where you could let go and have fun, just like your inner child.
With a warm smile, Minho handed you a handful of tokens. "This is your playground, Let's make some amazing memories together."
You couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and security as you stepped into the arcade. Minho's presence beside you was like a shield, protecting you from the worries and stresses of the world. He encouraged you to try every game that caught your eye, patiently guiding you through the controls and cheering you on with every victory.
The two of you laughed and played, the worries of the day melting away. Minho's eyes sparkled with joy as he watched you immerse yourself in the games, your laughter echoing through the arcade.
After a few rounds of intense competition, Minho suggested trying out a multiplayer game. As you sat side by side, he gently took your hand in his, his touch sending a wave of warmth and reassurance through you. His fingers intertwined with yours, creating a sense of connection that made you feel safe and cherished.
With Minho's guidance, you quickly caught on to the game mechanics, and soon you were both engrossed in the virtual world. The way he supported and encouraged you, even in the face of defeat, made you feel like you could conquer anything with him by your side.
Between rounds, Minho leaned closer, his voice soft and filled with affection. "you're incredible. I love seeing you so carefree and happy. You deserve all the joy in the world."
His words touched your heart, and you couldn't help but lean into his comforting presence. In that moment, you realized that Minho was not only your partner but also your safe haven, a person who saw the beauty in your vulnerability and nurtured your inner child.
As the night drew to a close, you left the arcade hand in hand, your heart overflowing with gratitude for the love and care Minho had shown you. With him, you felt like you could heal, grow, and embrace the joy of simply being yourself.
Together, you walked into the starlit night, knowing that with Minho by your side, you would always have a safe space to let go, heal, and experience the purest.
Hiiii I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if it was possible to do a artist hyunjin x reader, but a spicy one, basically they get in a heated Argument because, life has been stressful and hyunjin has been spending so so much time locked away in his room and not paying any attention to reader, so hyunjin storms out, a couple hours pass, reader decided to take a shower, and after coming out of the shower, only wearing a thin white tank top and lace panties.
Hyunjin comes home a couple minutes after and spots reader on the balcony just looking out, and notices what she is wearing, he goes up behind her and they start being all lovey dovey and they talk things out and say sorry, and then BOOM they start making out and have sweet sex on the balcony.
Idk I'm sorry if it's weird you don't have to do it if you don't feel comfortable ofc but it was just an idea I had for a while, thanks for taking the time to read this, have a good day !!!
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა - artist hyunjin x reader
warnings: smut (hot balcony sex) , slight angst.
— notes: omg just reading this made my jaw drop. this is my first ever request and never been so excited to write something. wanted to give this a more detailed feel and a bit longer but gonna give it my best shot. i hope it lives up to your expectations ! —
4 days..
It's been so long since you last talked to your boyfriend, Hyunjin. Each passing day feels more unfamiliar than the last. You know he has a reputation for immersing himself in his art, locking himself away in his studio for hours on end. It's his way of diving deep into his creative process, only emerging to use the restroom, which isn't very often. At first, it concerned you, but you got used to it because it never lasted longer than a day.
However, as the third day rolled around, panic started to set in. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off this time. Was he even still in the room? Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, you finally mustered the courage to approach his studio door. You gave it a couple of gentle knocks, hoping he would hear and come to answer it. But all you were met with was deafening silence. You knocked again, desperation creeping into your voice.
Then, you heard a scoff from the other side of the door, confirming that he was indeed inside and alive. You couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and frustration. Maybe one more knock would do the trick, you thought optimistically. But once again, there was no response. The panic and worry that had consumed you began to transform into a simmering anger. It felt like it was always one thing after another with him.
If he wasn't engrossed in creating a masterpiece, he was tirelessly researching and seeking inspiration for his next project. It seemed impossible to have a normal conversation without art dominating the discussion. It felt like you didn't even have a boyfriend anymore. With a heavy heart, you reluctantly accepted defeat and retreated to your own room, resigning yourself to another lonely night in the bed that was meant to be shared with Hyunjin.
You longed for his touch, yearned to hear him say how much he loved you. You craved the simple pleasures of being a typical couple, going out on dates and making cherished memories together. It was hard to recall the last time you two went on a date, let alone the last time you shared an intimate moment.
These thoughts raced through your mind as you fell into a deep slumber, entering the fourth day of his self-imposed isolation.
—————-
You wake up suddenly, startled by the sound of your bedroom door closing. You catch a glimpse of Hyunjin leaving the room. Without thinking, you rush to the door and see him standing in the doorway of his art studio. Tears start to flow down your face as all the emotions you've been holding in come crashing down. You drop to your knees, overwhelmed by everything that's been building up inside you.
In the midst of the studio's creative chaos, you find Hyunjin, his back turned to you as he adds strokes to a canvas that's as tumultuous as the current state of your relationship.
"Why do you keep doing this, Hyunjin?" Your voice cuts through the silence, a mix of hurt and frustration. "You've been in here for days, and I feel like you're just leaving me to... to just rot out there!"
Hyunjin's hand pauses mid-air, the tension palpable. He turns, a frown etched on his face. "It's not about you," he says with a sigh. "This is my work, my art. It demands my time."
"But what about us?" you counter, the hurt in your voice growing. "Your art might need you, but I need you too. We're supposed to be in this together, but I feel so alone."
He sets his brush down, facing you fully now. "I'm not trying to be selfish, but you knew how important this is to me. Can't you see that I'm doing this for us, for our future?"
“Our future doesn't exist in just your paintings, Hyunjin! It's here, between us, and it's fading away while you're lost in your colors and canvases!" Your words hang heavy in the air, an undeniable truth that even his art can't paint over.
"do you want to end up homeless because without this we will have nothing" His words cut through the air, sharp and unforgiving. "You just sit around, contributing nothing!"
your jaw clenches, disbelief painting your features. How could he be so blind? The house—its cleanliness, the meals that grace the table, the very fabric of your shared life—it's all maintained by your hands. And when he burrows into the depths of his creative fervor, it's you who ensures he doesn't wither away, lost in his canvas-strewn sanctuary. You're the one who remembers life beyond the art, who keeps the world turning while he's lost in his work.
Yet here he stands, accusing you of idleness, oblivious to the love and labor you pour into every corner of your shared existence. The sting of his ignorance is a physical ache in your chest.
“fuck you!" The words erupt from you, a volcanic release of pent-up hurt and frustration, before he turns on his heel, leaving nothing but the echo of the slammed door and a heart fracturing in his wake. The betrayal is a bitter pill, the taste lingering on your tongue. To him, are you truly nothing but a shadow, an accessory to his life of vibrant hues and bold strokes?
The silence of the house wraps around you, a cold embrace as you grapple with the shards of a love you thought unbreakable.
Time seemed to crawl as you grappled with the aftermath of the confrontation. Could it be true that his devotion to art overshadowed the bond you both nurtured? His absence left a void, and questions about his return loomed large in your mind, shrouded in a haze of uncertainty. The complexity of your emotions was overwhelming, and in an effort to find clarity, you sought refuge in the warm embrace of a shower. As the water cascaded over you, it seemed to carry away some of the sorrow, the familiar fragrance of your shampoo evoking memories of Hyunjin—how he cherished its scent, always breathing it in with a tender kiss on your forehead.
Resolved to calm your restless thoughts, you emerged from the shower, selecting a pair of charming lace panties and a simple white tank top from the wardrobe you both shared. A reflective pause in front of the mirror preceded your journey to the kitchen, where you crafted a mug of soothing warm tea. Cradling the comfort in your hands, you stepped out onto the balcony, the view from your apartment unfolding before you. It was there, amidst the tranquility, that recollections of joyous times spent with Hyunjin surfaced, before the tide of your relationship turned so tumultuous.
The love you held for him was profound, yet his seeming indifference left you adrift in a sea of whys. As the hour approached, worry began to knit your brow, the absence of any sign from Hyunjin igniting a concern for his whereabouts.
——————
The faint jingle of keys disrupts the quietude, signaling his return. Uncertainty grips you; should you greet him with open arms or brace yourself for another disappointment? As he steps through the house, the choice is made for you. You remain still, feigning ignorance of his presence, your body bare except for the delicate fabric of your tank top, a stark contrast to the cool balcony tiles.
The door closes with a firm click, and the sound of his footsteps grows louder, a steady drumbeat heralding his approach. Suddenly, his arms are around you, an unexpected embrace that sends a jolt through your body. "I'm sorry, you are infinitely more important than my art," he murmurs, his voice laced with remorse. You can't help but relent a little, his warmth seeping into your chilled skin.
"It wasn't about the art," you manage to say, your voice a mix of sadness and frustration. "It's feeling undervalued, as if my contributions are invisible to you." The words hang heavily between you, a confession of your innermost feelings. A tear threatens to escape, a tangible sign of your emotional toil. "I strive to fill our days with happiness, yet it seems to go unnoticed."
You're enveloped in a silence that's both comforting and tense, the air thick with unspoken words. Then, the soft touch of his lips on your shoulder breaks the stillness, a silent plea for forgiveness, coaxing you to turn and face him.
Enthralled by his magnetic charm, you find yourself lost in the depths of his gaze, eyes shimmering with the remnants of tears shed. A tide of regret engulfs him as he confronts the sorrow etched upon your features, a sorrow he inadvertently sculpted.
"I love you beyond measure. We'll carve out more time just for us," he vows, his voice a tender murmur. His eyes, once a fortress, now betray a vulnerability, a sheen of uncried tears mirroring your own. "You are the essence of my existence, and I hold dear every sacrifice you've made."
In a moment charged with raw emotion, you reach for him, fingers grasping the fabric of his shirt, drawing him into an ardent embrace. Your lips collide, a tempestuous dance that obliterates all distance between you. As passion crescendos, his hands explore the landscape of your back, a silent ode to your shared connection.
The caress of his lips on your skin leaves a trail of warmth, even as the cool night air brushes against you. Each kiss is deliberate, a silent promise of his yearning, and with every brush of his lips, the thrill of being out in the open, on the balcony, heightens your senses. The anticipation builds with each second that passes without his touch, and now that he's here, the hunger in his actions is unmistakable.
His breath against your neck sends another wave of chills, contrasting the heat that's pooling within you. The adrenaline of possibly being seen intertwines with the longing you've harbored during his absence. His touch is insistent, a testament to his own need as he slides the strap of your tank top, baring you to the night and to his gaze.
The sensation of his mouth on your breast, the mixture of his warmth and the cool breeze, is intoxicating. As he lavishes attention on your nipple, his tongue painting slow circles.
“fuck” you can't help but voice your pleasure. His groan vibrates against you, a deep sound of longing that echoes your own feelings.
turning you around, the cityscape becomes your backdrop, and his hands are firm on your hips making sure to hold you up. The slide of your panties is a whisper in the night, and his fingers are deft as they explore, sending jolts of pleasure through you with every movement. It's a dance as old as time, his skill with his hands a familiar path to ecstasy.
The passage of time seems to dissolve as he unzips his pants, the sound cutting through the stillness of the room. With a deft motion, he eases his boxers down just enough to liberate himself from their confines. Positioning himself at your entrance, the mere brush of his tip against you feels like liberation from an age-old yearning. The months of solitude, of only your own touch to satiate your desires, now seem a distant memory.
As he enters you, a chorus of deep moans escapes from both your lips, a testament to the intensity of the connection. "It's so tight," he murmurs, a hint of awe lacing his voice. His concern is palpable; he fears that any premature movement might bring about a swift end to this long-awaited union.
The initial thrust is a mix of eagerness and caution, as if he's navigating uncharted territory. The sensation of being filled, stretched so exquisitely, sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. He follows with another, more urgent thrust, and you can't help but clench around him, a reflexive response to the overwhelming sensation.
“enjoy the view while i’m fucking you," he whispers, his hand drifting to initiate an exquisite dance upon your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your core. Compelled by his command, your eyes flutter open to the celestial canvas above, yet the allure of his gaze draws you back. Craning your neck, you steal a look at him—his focus intense, his movements deliberate—each thrust a promise of restraint, a slap withheld. His eyes lock onto yours, heavy with desire, and you feel the tension spiral within, escalating rapidly until it shatters, leaving you breathless, stifling your cries of ecstasy. He follows suit, his rhythm losing finesse as he succumbs, “baby i’m gonna cum” a fervent declaration escaping him as he collapses, his warmth enveloping you.
in the aftermath, you nudge him gently, a silent plea to seek refuge beneath the cover of your bed, embarrassed by what just took place moments ago. Hyunjin complies, his demeanor not of shame but of quiet triumph. He tucks you in, his lips finding your forehead in a tender reassurance, dispelling any fears of prying eyes. Nestled in his embrace, drowsiness overtakes you, “ i love you” his murmured affection lingering in the air. You acknowledge it with a weary nod, contentment flooding you as you drift into slumber, wrapped in the security of his arms. Forgiveness can wait; for now, this bliss is all that matters.
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