Family Adventures Jake Sim

▸▸ family adventures — jake sim

— synopsis: your husband, jake, takes you and your daughter on vacation to gift you a break from work.

— genre: fluff, dad!au, husband!au, time skip!au // warnings: a mention of trying for a baby + a slight mention of shirtless jake // word count: 2.0k // requested

— author note: welcome to the second drabble of my jake bday set (reading the first one isn’t necessary)! i must admit, this def could’ve used a better title, but i ran out of ideas and this was the best i could come up with :/ also, after a few hours of me posting this from my queue, it’ll be jake’s bday, so happy jake day in advance! yay <3

nearly four years ago, you announced to your husband that you were pregnant. at the time, that was one of your and jake’s happiest moments, until about nine months later, when you were at the hospital, holding your baby girl in your arms as she rested on your chest, just minutes old.

seeing her and hearing her voice for the first time, that was the happiest moment of jake’s life, besides the day he married you, of course.

after being born in the midst of korea’s chilly winter, you two decided to name your newborn “eira,” meaning “snow.”

after having raised her for an exhausting, but most joy-filled three years, you two never really got a break. you recalled that the last time you actually took a vacation was while you were pregnant with eira. jake took you to his hometown to visit his parents so that they could see and congratulate you two in person.

you thought back to the wonderful memory, missing the feeling of travelling and exploring new places. you had been working many long hours almost every day for years now. jake watched as you would come home tired after work, week after week, and take care of eira, make her food, and do the best you could to spend time with the family.

part of being a mom was sacrifice, and jake always appreciated that about you. of course there were also sacrifices made on his end, and he always did his best to support you and help out so that you only had to do the bare minimum.

going through this time, there were some ups and downs in your and jake’s relationship, always coming home tired and more emotional than usual, especially recently. there were many arguments, but you two always worked them out in the end, and slowly, you were finding a healthy way to balance all the events in your life.

jake decided it was about time you got a break, and he planned a vacation for the three of you. at first, he was going to keep it a surprise, but his plan didn’t exactly go; being the honest person he was, he couldn’t keep such a significant event a secret from his wife.

when you found out from him where he was taking you, your eyes immediately lit up, “are you serious?! we’re going to fiji?!”

you weren’t sure if he was joking.

“where did you get this kind of money?” you asked, skeptical.

he laughed, “y/n, love, i know you’ve been wanting to get away, and we’ve saved up enough to go. don’t worry, i got this all planned and figured out already.”

he left a short kiss on your lips, causing your small pout to rise into a smile, unable to hide your growing excitement.

weeks later, you were boarding the plane to fiji and your daughter was crying in your husband’s arms as you three found your seats. this was a very contrasting scene to the one that was happening just minutes ago at the gate when eira was on jake’s lap, giggling to no end as he entertained her.

“why are you crying, baby?” jake asked with a soft voice, his eyes staring down intently into hers as she sat in his lap.

“i’m scared,” she expressed in between sobs.

she reached up to wipe her eyes, but jake got to it first, removing the tears on her soft, tiny cheeks with his thumbs.

“it’s okay, eira,” he brought her head towards his lips before leaving a kiss on her forehead. “taking off will be so smooth, you probably won’t even be able to tell we left the ground.”

but perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, as eira’s cries only grew louder once the plane was in the air.

her ears were in agony. this was her first time flying, and this was something you and jake were scared of. it broke your heart watching as she cried, clutching her ears with her tiny fists as she sucked on a piece of her favourite candy that you gave her in attempts to soothe the suffering.

she was sitting in the chair between you and your husband, and after the pain subsided, she eventually fell asleep, her head leaning against your arm as soft breaths left her lips.

after a long and exhausting journey, you three finally arrived at your destination and got to the resort jake had booked, which happened to be one of those huts in a village on top of the bright, sparkling blue water.

this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you couldn’t believe you got to experience it yourself with your family.

you got to stay there for three days, and one of the first things you three did was go for a swim in a small, private beach by your resort.

eira enjoyed her time there playing with the sand, making castles and fun shapes, and her dad helped her by bringing her wet sand, and you helped by digging holes here and there.

during the time at the beach, because eira didn’t want to get into the water, you and jake got some time to yourself as you went swimming just meters away from your three-year-old, since you obviously couldn’t leave her completely alone.

laughs of thrill and excitement left your lips as your husband carried you bridal style, running into the water. once you two were deep enough in, he didn’t hesitate in submerging you completely, and as he did, squeals left your lips. you immediately popped your head out of the water and wiped your face with your hands, playfully glaring at jake before splashing him with water. this quickly escalated into a water fight, like two young kids having the time of their childhood.

it all eventually ended with jake grabbing you by the waist, holding your body securely in his arms and planting a loving kiss on your lips. your hands snaked up his bare shoulders and around his neck.

after a few seconds, you suddenly pulled back, remembering eira was still at the shore. your eyes landed on her and you let out a sigh of relief, seeing her there, still busy with building her tiny wonderland.

you turned your head back to your husband whose gaze shortly followed yours. you took a moment to admire his features before his lips pulled into that smile that you fell so deeply in love with. your eyes trailed down to his lips before leaning in for another kiss.

because you arrived in fiji in the morning, you were lucky to have the whole day ahead of you. unfortunately however, jet lag seemed to be against you three as you ended up taking a family nap with eira lying between you two, all of you falling immediately asleep after washing up.

after an hour or two, jake’s eyes fluttered open as they adjusted to the light that still filled the room. he took in his surroundings, realizing he woke up on the edge of the bed and eira took up most of his side. he wondered to himself how she migrated so far in such a short amount of time and smiled before leaving a soft kiss on her forehead.

he lifted his head up to check on you, and watched as you and eira breathed heavily, signifying that you were both still deeply asleep.

he was very careful to not wake either of you as he sat up quietly. he made his way over to your side of the bed and laid down beside you, immediately taking you in his arms. you stirred slightly before opening your eyes tiredly. jake noticed this and left a kiss on your head as you saw the three-year-old had taken up almost his whole side of the mattress. you adjusted your body and laid your head and hand on his chest. he held you close with his palm resting on the lower part of your back, rubbing small circles on the exposed skin under your shirt, falling asleep in each other’s arms within minutes.

before you knew it, it was already the next day, and you three were getting ready to go on an excursion out on the water later. you were already dressed, and jake was getting ready. it usually took him a good few minutes before he was ready to go, so while he was, you prepared a little surprise you had been planning for the last couple weeks.

you got eira and helped her change into an outfit you had bought her for this moment onward.

“shh, eira! you have to keep it down,” you laughed as eira couldn’t contain her giggles and squeals as she fiddled with her shirt.

suddenly her dad came out from the bathroom, all dressed and ready.

your back was facing jake as you hid eira from his view, and your eyes went wide, giving her a signal, telling her it’s time.

“ready to go?” he asked.

“not quite,” you answered, standing up. “there’s something we have to do first.”

he looked at you curiously before his eyes landed on what was printed on eira’s t-shirt, ‘big sister.’

he was immediately confused and you watched as his brows furrowed and his head tilted slightly to the side, a habit of his ever since you first met him. his initial thought was why you would buy her a shirt that didn’t even apply to her.

but then it hit him. and his eyes went wide faster than the blink of an eye. eira began laughing with joy.

he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, and you smiled before he buried his face into his hands. you didn’t hesitate in walking over and taking him in your arms. he hugged you back tightly before making eye contact with eira, gesturing for her to come over and join you both, and she immediately came running. he separated from you, kneeling down to engulf his daughter in his arms.

you and jake had been trying for another baby for a little while after eira brought up the idea of having a younger sibling. and thinking about it for some time, you two agreed that you wanted another, so finding out that you were pregnant again was a wonderful surprise for him.

he had a difficult time expressing his joy with words while he was still in a state of shock, but you could tell he was ecstatic, especially by the wide smile he presented to both of you and the slight tears in his eyes.

“you’re gonna be a big sister, eira!” jake exclaimed, and she jumped up and down in excitement.

he looked back up at you and took your hands in his, giving you a loving and proud grin. he held the sides of your face gently before kissing you lovingly.

“mommy! daddy!” eira whined, laughing, causing you to pull away.

it was a difficult task to hide the happy news in order to surprise him, and now having the weight being lifted off your shoulders, you felt a wave of relief.

his eyes landed on eira as he thought to himself that as his family would be growing, you and him would also continue developing and flourishing as parents, and he couldn’t wait for the new addition to your family. his eyes then travelled to you and he rested his forehead on yours, whispering how grateful and proud he was of you.

you two were going to be parents for the second time, and eira still couldn’t get over the fact that she was going to be a big sister.

he kneeled down and brought his hands to your lower abdomen where he then left a long kiss and eira quickly followed, unlocking a new chapter for the life of your family.

↳ part 2 !

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Sanative

Husband!Jeongguk x Pregnant Wife!Reader

WordCount: 19.8k

Genre: Angst, Healing, Smut, Marriage!AU

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Small Amounts of Food

Warnings: Heart Breaking Thoughts, Angst, Healing, Emotional, Praise, Fingering, Begging, Daddy Kink, Thigh Riding, Fellatio, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Throat Fucking, Glazed Donut!OC, Cunnilingus, Degradation, Somewhat Dom!Guk, Sub!OC, Squirting, Rough Pregnant Sex, Finger Sucking, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie

A/N: Soooooo this is a fic I’ve been working on since February, FEBRUARY! And it’s finally done. I’m really so so so proud of this fic. I worked super hard on it. It’s a fic about love and healing, coming back to a loved one after something shakes their relationship to the core. It’s uplifting and comforting and it makes my heart warm. I hope you guys enjoy it! Really huge thank you to @xjoonchildx​, @ladyartemesia​, @ppersonna​ for sticking with me and reading every little change I’ve made to it!

Silence – the absence of sound is sometimes deafening.

In silence, true silence, other sounds tend to bleed in like a gentle hum.

In Jeon Jeongguk’s silence everything is always louder – the clock ticking away seconds, the sound of his own heart beating catastrophically slow, the sound of gentle breathing across the room.

It drives him insane.

It drives him up the wall.

He’s been so used to sitting in silence that everything just sounds so fucking loud.

The way nails are currently scratching against the rich fabric of the arm chair across from him.

The sound of a bus honking in the distance.

It all resounds through his skull.

“-Guk. Jeongguk?”

Taking a sharp breath, he looks up at the nail scratching culprit.

“Yes, Dr. Kim,” he breathes, loosening his tie.

“Namjoon, please. Do you-Do you want to talk about your progress this week?” Kim Namjoon inquires, looking down at his clipboard.

Guk tilts his head, watching Namjoon’s fingers card through the multitude of sheets.

What has he written down?

“There’s been no progress this week.” he replies, looking down at his lap.

Dr. Kim nods astutely. “Well it takes time for people to come back to themselves… as well as others after what your wife went through. It’s only natural.”

The only thing that Jeongguk thinks is how unnatural life is at the moment.

“Are you experiencing anger?”

Yes.

“Experiencing grief or loss for what your life used to be?”

Oh, yes.

“Are you trying to be strong for her when you can barely stand on your own?”

Fuck, yes.

“No.” Jeongguk states, looking up at the therapist.

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Rich Purity

The Virgin Series – Lee Jeno

Part of ‘The Virgin Diaries’ Series

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

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Minor Angst

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

Word Count: 11.5k

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

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hi nini! first of all, congratulations on your one year tumblr writing anniversary!! you are one of the best, if not, the best writer on here and i'm so thankful for your masterpieces and will continue to support your future writings always ♡♡ for your special event i would like to request: jeno, 7. enemies-to-lovers!au & 18. "i'm not jealous" (how cliche i knowww but i trust you will execute this in a way that will leave me speechless)!!

[a/n] OMG HI LOVE. i haven't heard from you for a while, i hope you're doing well! thank you so much for your continuous support, i don't think i would be where i am today without it! ♡♡ i hope you enjoy this small scenario that i've written!

PAIRING. prince!jeno x princess!reader GENRES. romance if you squint your eyes, enemies-to-lovers!au, arranged marriage!au PROMPT. "i'm not jealous" WORDS. 852

It was tradition for all past crown princes and princesses to have a ball hosted in their honour for their 20th birthday, to signify the official start for the search for their significant other.

In short, it was a ball to find your future husband.

As the crown princess and future queen of the kingdom of Xerin, you had been taught since a young age that it was something that was inevitable. You had to do it because it was part of your duties.

However, unlike what many might think, you didn’t hate this tradition.

Or at least, not as much as your predecessors did.

Your mother, who was the current queen, found your father the same way, and they fell in love. They had a love so strong and beautiful that it made you wish that you had something similar to what they have, or at least an ounce of what they have.

You once believed that the tradition wouldn’t be necessary as you already had someone in mind in regards to who you wanted to be your future spouse.

You stole a glance over at Prince Jeno, one of the oldest princes from the Dream kingdom. He was the one you had in mind as the two of you were once as close as your parents were. But something shifted in your relationship’s dynamics, one that you couldn’t understand and still couldn’t comprehend today. Ever since then, you two hadn’t had a civil conversation.

Even though it was a ball in your honour, you couldn’t help but feel the loneliness creeping up on you as the only birthday wish you had for the longest time was for Jeno to simply look at you again.

“May I have this dance, your Highness?”

You broke out of your reverie to only see Prince Haechan extending a hand for you. Your lips pursed in apprehension — you weren’t really in a mood to socialize even though it was your birthday party.

But a nudge on the part of your mother forced a smile upon your face and to nod reluctantly at Haechan’s request.

You and Haechan barely danced for half of the song when someone suddenly barged in between the two of you.

“Prince Haechan, mind if I cut in?”

Your eyes widened in surprise as Jeno glared at his cousin. They then went back-and-forth between Haechan and Jeno’s extending hand. However, you also didn’t miss the small smirk that appeared on the former’s face as he accepted Jeno’s request.

“Of course not.”

You curtsied just the slightest at Jeno’s small bow as the music restarted for a new dance. Jeno’s hand tightened around your hand and waist whereas his face remained as stoic as ever. You frowned in response, not liking his attitude one bit.

“That wasn’t very polite of you,” you muttered through gritted teeth as you two waltzed. “Not to mention how you basically ignored royal protocol.”

Jeno scoffed. “Since when do we have a royal protocol when it comes to waltzing?”

You were slightly taken aback. “Since you asked to waltz with the princess that’s about to get married off to some random dude, then yeah, there’s a royal protocol, alright.”

Jeno’s expression hardened at your words, almost as if he was angry at the thought of it — but that was impossible, right? Why would he be angry, anyway?

But he proved you wrong. “As if I’d let you marry some random guy that you don’t even like.”

“And why on Earth would you even care about who I marry?”

Jeno’s silence was deafening.

“Wait…” Your cheeks felt hot at his lack of response. “Are- are you jealous?”

The prince’s jaw slackened even more and he refused to meet your eyes as he gritted out, “I’m not jealous.”

You squeezed his hand in anger, but nothing in his expression showed that it hurt. “Fine, whatever! Let’s just pretend you’re not jealous — then how is it any of your business who I’m marrying? What if I do like Prince Haechan? Who are you to prevent me from marrying him?”

“Haechan?” Jeno snorted almost in amusement. “As if he’s your type.”

You rolled your eyes. “And because you know my type so well.”

But the look he gave you following your sentence was indescribable and almost challenging. It felt as if Jeno was able to see through you perfectly and it was a feeling that left you nervous because the last thing you wanted was for him to discover your feelings for him. You were intent on keeping your feelings locked away and bringing them with you to your grave.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

God, you simply couldn’t take this anymore. How long did the song last and why was it not over yet?

“And how exactly are you going to prevent me from getting hurt, then?” you retorted.

“By marrying me.”

You almost tripped but you took your revenge by accidentally stepping over Jeno’s feet. “Excuse me?” you spluttered.

Jeno tilted his head before giving you a smouldering smirk.

“You will be marrying me.”

𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader

genre: idol au (reader is a producer for sm ent.), mutual pining, fluff, smut (minors dni)

warnings: alcohol consumption, language, sexual content (handjob, protected sex, oral, light overstim, soft dom yuta)

wc: 7.4k

synopsis: while you have always tried to ignore your feelings for your charming idol coworker yuta, he’s been holding himself back, waiting for the right time to tell you how he feels. but how much longer can he stand to be in the friend zone while enduring his friends’ constant teasing? 

a/n: YUTAWAP ALERT! it’s finally here. huge shoutout to @jungwooforever for helping me finish this fic 🙏 i hope you all enjoy! 

taglist: @jaeyutabae @readers-posts @aquamxrina @gfksz @procaatination

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“Y/N, hey, wake up.”

You woke up with a slight jolt from the soft voice and gentle nudge to your shoulder. Rubbing your eyes, you slowly opened them to see a cozy looking Yuta standing over you, dressed in a white t-shirt and black beanie. His long black hair fell in front of his eyes, but you could still see the amused expression on his face. With your vision still blurry, the handsome idol seemed straight out of a dream. You blinked up at him a few times just to make sure you weren’t still dreaming. He smiled at your disheveled state, gesturing for you to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth. Okay, I’m definitely not dreaming, you thought, wiping your hand on your jeans. You were currently sitting in one of the open workspaces on the recording floor of SM’s new building, the huge window in front of you revealing the bright lights that illuminate the night life of the city below. 

“What are you still doing here?” Yuta asked, grinning at how cute you looked with your messy hair and sleepy, half-open eyes.  “It’s 2 am.”

“Just working on a couple songs. Holy shit, I didn’t realize what time it was,” you said, yawning. “Did you just finish recording?”

“Yeah, Johnny’s in the booth right now. We have to be back at 9 tomorrow morning for a schedule, so we’re gonna leave as soon as he’s done.”

“I have a meeting tomorrow at 8:45 with some of the other producers,” you groaned, running your fingers through your hair. “I should probably head out.”

“Want me to walk you out?” he offered, helping you put on your sweater when you were struggling getting your arm through one of the sleeves.

“Sure,” you said, packing up your laptop and other belongings. You knew you didn’t have a choice. Yuta, in his usual gentlemanly fashion, always insists that he walk you out when he finds you alone, especially when it’s late like this. Of course you never leave your apartment without pepper spray and two years’ worth of self defense class knowledge ready to whip out if necessary, but you never protest because how could you possibly say no to someone who just wants to make sure you get to your car safely? More so, how could you say no to Yuta?

As you walked together to your car, the chilly night air drew you closer to the tall man beside you, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. You couldn't tell if your goosebumps were from the cold or your proximity to the man you’ve been hopelessly attracted to for what seems like forever. Yes, of course you have a crush on your friend and coworker, Nakamoto Yuta, but in your defense, who in the world wouldn’t? Still, you mentally kicked yourself for your body’s reaction. Despite the many years you’ve been friends with Yuta, he’s never failed to make your heart skip a beat from doing the most random, bare minimum things (in this case, literally just being next to you). He’s seen you laugh, cry, trip, and drool all over yourself, all of which you’ve always just laughed off, but of course you only ever get flustered around him when it’s completely unnecessary. 

Even though you’re embarrassingly attracted to the charming idol, your relationship with Yuta is very precious to you. You met while working on 127’s second mini album, which was one of your first big projects at the company. You fondly remember when you first talked to him, he was drawn to your stories about your time spent in his hometown, Osaka, excitedly asking about your favorite places and restaurants. You lived in Kadoma with one of your friends for a short time after college because she was from there and you desperately wanted to get out of your hometown. You and Yuta quickly bonded over your similar experiences and memories of the city, and he didn’t seem to want to leave you alone after that, always inviting you to get coffee or food. 

Since then, you’ve bonded over other things- movies, fashion, Japanese rock music, world views, et cetera. Yuta has called you one of his closest friends on many occasions, which is one of the biggest reasons you’ve decided to keep your feelings to yourself. If he sees you as nothing more than a friend, you’ll gladly stay in the friend zone as long as it means you get to be around him.

“You said your last meeting would be over by noon, right?” he asked when you finally arrived at your car, leaning against the door after you loaded up the passenger seat with your things. 

You nodded, “Mhm. 12:30.”

“Do you want to meet for lunch then? I’ve been wanting to get tteokbokki, and I don’t want to go with Jungwoo because he always makes me pay.”

“Sure, I’ll text you when I’m done so we can meet by the cafe.”

“Alright, it’s a date then,” he said, winking and opening the car door for you. “See you tomorrow.” 

There it is. See, the thing about Yuta is that he knows the effect he has on you. Seeing your eyes widen, he grinned, closing the door and waving goodbye to you.

You waved back, hoping your tinted windows hid how your cheeks went from pink to beet red. I need to go home and put my ass to bed before I lose my mind, you thought, trying to shake away all thoughts of your dreamy idol coworker (that never really left your mind, even as you fell asleep that night). 

~ 

Despite setting five alarms in an attempt to get yourself out of bed the next morning, you still rushed out the door twenty minutes later than you wanted to. This means that you would have to wait until after your 8:45 meeting to get the coffee you so desperately needed. Great. 

When you finally arrived at work, you frowned at your reflection in your car’s sun visor mirror. No amount of concealer could hide the dark circles under your eyes that proved just how tired you were. Taking a sip of the lukewarm water that had been left in your cup holder for god knows how long, you slung your bag over your shoulder, locked the car, and prayed that you would stay awake for the meetings.

As you walked into the building, you heard a familiar voice call your name by the elevators.

“Yuta!” you said, the smile on his face making you feel a bit more energized. “Please don’t look at my dark circles, I know I look like a zombie.”

“Ah, you’re a cute zombie, though,” he said, grabbing your wrists gently and pulling your hands away from your face so you couldn’t hide your eyes from him. If your heart rate wasn’t already a thousand beats per second when you first heard him call to you, it sure was now. He noticed your slight blush and smiled even more. “I had a feeling you could use a pick me up before your meeting, so I brought you a coffee.”

You could’ve dropped to one knee and asked him to marry you right then and there (or both knees and done something else to show your gratitude).

“You are an angel. You have no idea how much I needed this,” you took a sip of the coffee and smiled up at him even more when you noticed that it was a vanilla latte- your favorite. This man is going to be the death of me, you thought. “Thank you.”

Meanwhile, Yuta felt so proud of himself for remembering your favorite coffee as you looked up at him like he was a superhero that just saved your life. Looking at his watch, he noticed that it was already almost 8:40.

“Go to your meeting! I’ll see you later.”

He pushed the up button on the elevator and ushered you inside, chuckling to himself when you took another sip of your coffee and pretended to shoot an arrow at him, the “arrow” being a finger heart. You were so happy you didn’t even think to cringe at what you just did. As the doors closed, you giggled when he clutched his chest pretending to be shot. 

Yuta tensed up when he felt a presence behind him, tearing him away from his cute little moment with you.

“Workplace romance?” Doyoung teased, nudging Yuta’s arm. Of course his nosy ass was watching the whole thing from an inconspicuous distance. “What is this, a drama?”

“Yes, Mr. Sukka Sukka. And I’m the male lead this time.”

Doyoung flashed Yuta his I thought we were over this look, shaking his head. “You know, I brought her coffee last week. Does that make us rivals?”

“No. You brought her an iced americano when you got Starbucks for all the staff. Her favorite is vanilla lattes.” 

“I guess I’m no match for you, loverboy.”

Yuta was a bit surprised that his friend was in such a teasing mood today after they had spent all night in the recording studio (Doyoung never has this much energy in the mornings), but he did suppose getting to work half an hour early to buy you a coffee proves that he’s been a little extra attentive to you these days. In Doyoung’s eyes, this made Yuta the perfect target. Yuta knows this, of course, but honestly, he doesn’t care. You’ve been working extra hard, producing songs for the company as well as artists outside of SM, but you always greet him with a smile no matter how tired you are. You have the prettiest smile he’s ever seen and in his mind, it’s even prettier when he’s the one that caused it.

He’s one hundred percent sure he’d do anything to make you happy, even if it means Doyoung is going to make a smartass comment about it. 

~

While waiting for you to get out of your meeting, Yuta couldn’t stop thinking about what Doyoung said. Yuta doesn’t usually dwell on his feelings for you (he just knows he likes you, plain and simple), but the words “workplace romance” have been stuck in his head all day. Could what you two have be considered a workplace romance if he hasn’t even confessed to you yet?

Of course Yuta plans on telling you how he feels. He has always been the type to say exactly what’s on his mind, and he knows that he wants to tell you that he likes you. He just doesn’t know when he wants to have that talk with you. You’ve been so busy with work that he can’t help but think it would be a little cruel to drop the confession bomb on you when you already have a million things on your mind. Nevertheless, it’s been torture for him having to hide his true intentions.  

He so badly wants to take you on real dates and bring you gifts without having to disguise it as a friendly gesture. He wants to take pictures of you and hold your hand and tell you how pretty you are, but that would definitely be a little creepy to do right now when he’s barely more than a good friend to you. He just has to wait for the right time.

~

After hours of sitting through two back to back meetings, you walked out of the conference room at exactly 12:30, hungry as hell. You had some snacks earlier, but you were in desperate need of some real food. You texted Yuta that you were heading to the elevator and would meet up with him in a few minutes (of course, he was already waiting for you). 

In his typical, mischievous fashion, Yuta decided he was going to test the waters with you a bit today. If he was going to keep you both waiting for his confession, he could at least have a little fun. As you approached him, Yuta grinned and held out his arm to offer you a… hug?

You froze, brain short circuiting trying to figure out what to do. After a split second of panic and confusion, you decided to wrap one of your arms around his waist in a friendly side hug, deeming that most appropriate based on your height difference. You rarely hug Yuta, and it would be an understatement to say you were simply surprised that he would initiate one at your workplace of all places. But you welcomed it anyways, leaning your head against his shoulder tentatively and sighing at the intoxicating scent of his cologne. Was he wearing more than usual today? Or are you just not used to being this close to him?

Yuta smiled when you finally relaxed into the hug, enjoying how perfectly you fit pressed into his side. Just those couple of seconds made his heart swell, and he silently hoped this would open the door for more physical contact between you two. To his satisfaction, your cheeks were bright red when he pulled away, which you tried to hide by looking down to get your phone out of your bag. Yuta knew the effect he had on you, and it never failed to boost his ego just a tiny bit (and yes, he did spray some extra cologne just to see how you’d react). 

“You ready to go?” he said, nodding toward the exit.

Collecting yourself, you nodded, following him to the door. You walked a couple blocks to the restaurant and sat down at a table for two in the corner, ordering everything that sounded good. You did not mess around when it came to eating when you were hungry, and you were ravenous.

It seemed like Yuta was too, because you both stuffed your faces with tteokbokki while talking about anything and everything. While sharing a story about how Taeyong got blackout drunk the other night after a few glasses of wine, Yuta got a text from Jungwoo telling him to ask you to join them for karaoke on Friday. 

Earlier that week, Haechan insisted Yuta, Doyoung, and Jungwoo spend their Friday night out as opposed to their usual ritual of doing absolutely nothing. Yuta had suggested they just stay home and play video games, but Haechan wanted to “spice things up” as he put it, as if they don’t all sing for a living. But whatever Haechan wants, Haechan gets.

“Are you free after work this Friday?”

“Mhm,” you said with a mouthful of rice cake. “Why?”

“Some of the guys wanted to go out for drinks and karaoke if you’re interested.”

You swallowed, eyes lighting up at his invitation. “You had me at drinks. Who’s going?” 

“Doyoung, Jungwoo, Haechan, and me,” he said, taking another bite. 

“Ah, that’s gonna be so fun! I’m in!”

Yuta didn’t know why he didn’t think to invite you in the first place, but he was glad you were coming. It’s always fun hanging out with you and the guys, and the more time he gets to be around you, the better. Suddenly, he was a lot more excited for karaoke night than he was before.

~

Friday night rolled around, and you were more than ready to just relax and enjoy yourself. When your Uber dropped you off at the karaoke place, you texted the group chat that you were there, and a few seconds later spotted Jungwoo’s bright blonde hair peeking through the door of your group’s karaoke room. 

“Y/N, come on, you’ll miss the opening number,” he said, dragging you inside by your arm.

Haechan was already warming up with the “opening number”, which of course was Sofa by Crush, while Doyoung and Yuta sat on the couch in middle of the karaoke room, neon green, blue, and pink lights reflecting off the walls and the faces of you and the four men.

You joined the two who were sitting down, greeting them and pouring yourself a drink. When Haechan finished his first song, he passed Jungwoo the microphone and ran over to you, shoving Doyoung aside so he could sit next to you. 

“Whenever you’re ready, I have our song ready to go,” he said, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

You smiled, clinking your glass against his and finishing the drink in one go. “Give me a few drinks to warm up, then I’ll be ready.”

No one was surprised when Jungwoo sang boat by George, the catchy song making everyone sing along with him. While Doyoung sang idontwannabeyouanymore, you and Yuta swayed to the music and took a shot together, the liquor making you feel giggly and loose. 

“You ready?” Haechan said after Jungwoo and Yuta finished their enthusiastic cover of Twice’s Likey, holding his hand out for you to take.

“I was born for this,” you replied, twirling the microphone in your hand and standing up from the couch with Haechan’s help. 

You and your duet partner looked at each other longingly, getting into character for your signature number while standing about seven feet apart. You almost laughed when you remembered that you two had only done this song in front of Taeil, Doyoung’s confused expression making you press your lips together to keep from giggling. 

The music started and Doyoung’s eyes widened in surprise when he realized what song it was.

“Each time the wind blows, I hear your voice, so I call your name…”

Haechan swayed to the beat, closing his eyes dramatically as he sang the first verse of Michael Jackson’s I Just Can’t Stop Loving You.

As you both sang the first half of the song, you slowly stepped closer to each other until you were passionately performing face to face, Haechan reaching out to rest your chin on his finger while getting a little carried away with his lines. You were all smiles, the alcohol in your system letting you belt out the lyrics and move your hips without an ounce of embarrassment.

Doyoung and Jungwoo whistled as you and Haechan attempted to hit the high notes together while holding onto one another. Doyoung caught a glimpse of Yuta watching the pair intently with his jaw clenched. Well, this is interesting, Doyoung thought, smirking. He nudged Jungwoo’s arm, pointing to Yuta with his chin so Jungwoo would see how Yuta was trying his very best to not look like he wanted to strangle Haechan (and failing miserably). Jungwoo smirked and gave Doyoung a knowing look.

By the time you and Haechan finished the song, chests rising and falling as you both tried to recover from your passionate Michael Jackson tribute performance, Doyoung was already out of his seat, shoving Haechan away from you and taking his microphone.

“Y/N, this one’s for you,” he said, looking through the song catalog. “Jungwoo, put on Stay With Me by Chanyeol.” 

At those words, Yuta stood up and walked out of the room after announcing that he needed to use the restroom. That was a lie, of course. He just didn’t want to watch Doyoung serenade you with a love song. Yuta seriously didn’t think a silly little duet would be able to work him up so much, but he couldn’t stand to watch Haechan hold onto your hips the way he did while you practically moaned the lyrics to him. He knew you were just having fun with the song, but part of him wondered just how much of that was an act.

He shook his head, no, no, no. He’s just being… jealous. Jealous? Why is he jealous when he hasn’t even told you how he feels? He has no reason to be upset at you for singing love songs with his friends. He took a deep breath. You’re just having fun, he thought to himself, turning around to walk back into the room.

When he saw Doyoung’s arms wrapped around your shoulder while you looked up at him with stars in your eyes, Yuta decided that this wasn’t fun anymore. He honestly felt betrayed even though he knew Doyoung was only doing this to get a reaction from him. Well, it was working. Doyoung cupped your cheek in his hand as he sang to you while Jungwoo and Haechan swayed along with their phone flashlights up. Yuta joined them on the couch, deciding to just suck it up for another few songs.

After Doyoung’s serenade, Haechan suggested everyone go back to the dorm to hang out, which he called “the after party.” You thought that was a lovely idea, especially after Haechan mentioned that Mark ordered pizza for everyone. If there was going to be food or drinks, you were going, simple as that. 

Everyone gathered their things and headed out, Yuta helping you walk to the car since you were a little tipsy. Yuta forgot how touchy you are when you drink since usually you bring a female friend to cling to when everyone goes out together. However, tonight it was just you and thankfully, you chose Yuta as your designated teddy bear, leaning against him and resting your head on his shoulder the whole drive back. 

When you all got to Mark’s dorm, Johnny and Jaehyun came upstairs from theirs to join you guys in the living room. Taeil and Taeyong were getting dinner with the managers, so just the eight of you shared the four pizzas Mark had ordered since he forgot about his two other members’ plans. That didn’t seem to be a problem since Jungwoo could easily finish an entire pizza by himself. And he almost did.

By the time everyone had their fill and were ready to make their way back to their rooms to either play video games until 4am (like Haechan, who had already abandoned the group to play Pubg with the dreamies) or actually sleep, it was already pretty late. Jungwoo told you to just stay the night since you didn’t have work tomorrow and you figured that was a pretty good idea since you didn’t want to ask anyone to drive you home at 1am. 

“Oh, could I borrow some clothes? And a blanket, please,” you asked, removing your makeup with the wipes you always keep in your bag. 

Jungwoo, knowing it would push Yuta’s buttons to offer you one of his hoodies, immediately spoke up.

“I’ll go get you-“

“Yeah, you grab a blanket and I’ll get her some clothes,” Yuta said, stopping Jungwoo right in his tracks.

He had to put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. Jealous Yuta was way too entertaining.

When you were all settled in, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that almost went down to your knees, Yuta joined you on the couch.

“Thanks for inviting me… and letting me stay here,” you said, adjusting the pile of pillows and blankets the boys had all brought you.

“Did you have fun?”

“Mhm. Did you?”

Yuta grinned, reaching for your hand that was in your lap. “I did. I’m just a little sad that I didn’t get to sing a duet with you like Haechannie.”

You laughed when he pretended to pout, threading your fingers through his. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll sing with you next time.”

“How do you think you can make it up to me right now?” 

As soon as he said that, he moved closer to you, tilting his head towards yours so you had no choice but to look at him. “Hm?”, he pressed when you just stared at him with wide eyes.  

“I- I don’t know…” you mumbled, hyperfocused on the way he traced small circles into your skin with his thumb. If that was an attempt to calm you down, it had the complete opposite effect. You were pretty sure he could hear your heartbeat with how close he was to you, and if he didn’t do something in the next few seconds you felt like you would explode

As if he could hear your thoughts, Yuta smiled at you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face like in those cheesy romance dramas. He wishes he had a more profound reason for choosing this very moment to confess to you, but deep down he knows it’s simply because he wanted to kiss you the moment he laid eyes on you walking around in his clothes. 

“I like you, Y/N,” he said, “And yes, I’m fully aware of the implications of that.”

Those implications being the potential impact pursuing a relationship with you could have on his job. You both knew the company didn’t really mind what goes on in the idols’ private lives as long as they kept them private, but that didn’t make dating any less of a hazard. That is, if Yuta even wants to date me, you thought.

A confession could mean a million things, so you forced yourself to find your voice amidst your surprise. “Are you just saying this to get it off your chest or…”

Yuta simply smiled at you, looking down at where both of your hands were connected in your lap and bringing them up to his lips to place a soft kiss to the back of yours. 

“Do you like me too?” he asked.

You nodded, which didn’t seem to be a good enough answer for him. 

“I want to hear you say it.”

The tone in his voice sent goosebumps down your spine and you unconsciously shifted in your seat. Suddenly, the tension in the room was so thick you could hardly breathe. 

“I like you, Yuta,” you said softly, knowing that if you spoke any louder your voice would tremble.

When your gaze shifted down to his lips, he grinned, leaning forward to finally close the gap between you two. He kissed you tentatively at first, sensing how nervous you were, and when you finally relaxed into his touch, he went all in. 

Fuck it, you thought, letting Yuta pull you closer to him when his hands found their way to your hips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and moved onto his lap to straddle him, which made Yuta grin into the kiss. As you pushed him further into the couch, he ran his hands up and down your back underneath your shirt. The atmosphere was noticeably different as you both pulled away for air, and he moved his focus to your neck as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Yuta,” you breathed out, running your fingers through his hair and tugging slightly to pull his face back to yours. “What if they hear us?” 

He looked so pretty under you, hair messy from your hands running through it, lips swollen and parted as he tried to steady his breathing. You almost forgot about the others in the rooms right next to you. 

“Do you think you can stay quiet for me, pretty girl?” he whispered, pulling your lips back to his.

All you could do was hum into his mouth as your tongues danced back and forth. His hands fell to your waist, holding you down on him, making you squirm and grind onto him without even thinking. The friction between your bodies caused Yuta to slightly bite down on your lower lip and moan into your mouth. Please don’t stop, he thought, drunk on the feeling of you on top of him.

“Hey Yuta, are you out here,” Jungwoo called from down the dark hallway, causing you both to jump, and you moved off his lap onto the couch. 

“Yes, what do you need,” Yuta whispered-shouted, his tone bitchier than he intended, making you laugh. 

“Jaehyun broke our speaker again, can you come fix it,” he asked.

“What the hell do you two need music right now for?” 

He stood up, discreetly adjusting his sweatpants before walking over to Jungwoo. “I'll be back in a second Y/N”.

“Okay, I’m gonna run down to Haechan’s room really quick, he accidentally took my charger earlier.”

Yuta nodded, following Jungwoo to his room. You couldn't quite see, but you heard a grunt in the hallway that made you ninety nine point nine percent sure Yuta punched Jungwoo’s arm.

Once Yuta had disappeared into the bedroom, you took the elevator to the fifth floor, where Doyoung let you inside. When you peeked into Haechan and Johnny's room, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw Johnny wasn't there. Haechan was passed out at his desk, headphones still on and his computer running. You reached out to grab onto his shoulder, whispering his name and shaking him awake. 

“Oh, hey Y/N, what's wrong?” He groggily took off his headphones, setting them on his desk. 

“It worked,” you whispered trying to hold back the smile that tugged on your lips. 

“You're kidding,” he said, looking up at you with wide eyes as you high fived him. 

~

“Jungwoo, where's the speaker,” Yuta asked when he entered the room, seeing Jaehyun standing with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. That’s when Yuta realized that there was, in fact, nothing wrong with the speaker. 

“I hate you guys,” he shoved Jungwoo out of the way of the door. 

“I don't even get a thank you,” Jungwoo asked, making Yuta turn around. 

“For what, cock blocking me?” 

“Um, maybe for putting you in the position to get your cock blocked in the first place.” 

“You guys are idiots.” 

Yuta knew it was true, that they were messing with him all night. In a way he was thankful for all that taunting for giving him the surge of confidence to finally confess. However, he would rather drop dead than thank the man that pulled him away from his alone time with you. 

“Before you go back out there to do god knows what, we do actually need help fixing the speaker,” Jaehyun said.

When Yuta walked into the living room a few minutes later after moving the shelf the speaker was on and literally just plugging it back in, he saw you on the couch already asleep. He tried his best to lay next to you without waking you, pulling the blankets over you both. You stirred a bit to wrap your arm around Yuta’s waist and press your cheek against his chest, surrounded by the scent of his body wash and cologne. Even with the small, inconvenient couch you both managed to share, Yuta’s warmth and the sound of his heart beat played a comforting melody to help lull you to sleep.  

~

Now that Yuta finally had his long awaited “office romance”, he was over the moon to say the least. And so were you. The butterflies that would erupt in your stomach at any little thing Yuta did were still there, but now you didn’t have to push away your feelings for him. In fact, you began to enjoy teasing him as much as he enjoys teasing you, tapping his ass when he would walk past you in the hallway or kissing his cheek when you were alone in the elevator (which of course, he would return with a kiss on the lips).

You two made time for one another any chance you could, and with Yuta’s schedule so tight with NCT’s comeback and your new projects adding up every day, you both took advantage of every hour or even minute you had with each other. Even if it was just him dropping coffee or flowers off to you in the mornings before his schedules, you savored every crumb of time with him you could get. He never failed to send you good morning and good night texts, and even if he had a busy day, he would talk to you on the phone on your way home from work. 

That was the case tonight, when he called you as soon as he finished his schedule while you were driving home. 

“I miss seeing you. You could always replace Jungwoo, you know. I don't think anybody would notice then I'll be able to see you more.”

“Oh really? Did my vocals impress you that much,” you laughed, turning off your car when you arrived at your apartment.

“You have the voice of an angel.”

“Okay, now I know you're just trying to get into my pants.”

“What's so wrong with that,” Yuta said, the mischievous tone in his voice loud and clear through the phone.

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.”

“I really miss you. Even if you say embarrassing shit like that.”

“I miss you too Y/N… can I come over tonight?” 

Your heart beat pounded with excitement at the prospect of Yuta spending the night with you. Finally, some real alone time, you thought.

“Yes, of course! Are you sure you’re not too tired?”

“Not at all. I just want to see you. Are you home yet?”

“Mhm, just got home.”

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

~

Twenty minutes later, Yuta was at your door, freshly showered and dressed in gray sweatpants and a black tank top. You welcomed him in and offered him a drink, but he just shook his head, pulling you towards him by your wrists.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything? Water? I can make us cocktails,” you offered, chuckling when he planted a kiss on your neck.

He just hummed, rubbing his nose along your jaw. “I just want you right now.”

You got on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders to peck him on the lips. He pouted when you pulled away too soon for his liking, trapping you in his embrace to kiss you again, this time harder and with purpose. His lips moved against yours sensually, and didn’t take you long to figure out that Yuta meant it when he said he needed you right now. 

Before you knew it, you were dragging Yuta down the hallway to your bedroom, his hands never leaving your body even for a second. As soon as you shut the door, Yuta was already sitting on your bed, reaching out to pull you towards him and into his lap. 

“You know what I realized,” Yuta asked as he laid back against your pillows, sighing at the feeling of your lips on his skin while you peppered kisses from his jaw to his collarbones.

“Hm?” you hummed, admiring the smooth skin of his neck that you so badly wanted to cover in love bites, but knew you couldn’t.

“Now that I’ve confessed, I can finally tell you all the things I’ve wanted to tell you.”

“Like what?”

“Like how pretty you are. And how crazy you make me feel,” he said, pushing your shirt up slightly to feel the warm skin of your hips. 

“What else?”

“What if I just show you the rest?” he said, sitting up and flipping you over so he could lay next to you.

Yuta kissed you again, hard and desperate like all of his kisses have been tonight. You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer to you while he continued to kiss you like his life depended on it. He pulled away to quickly discard his shirt, smirking when your eyes traveled down his bare torso to admire the ridges of his abs and the details of the tattoos that decorated the skin of his hips where his sweats hung low. 

“Come here, pretty girl,” he said, helping you sit up so he could gently push your cardigan off your shoulders and leave kisses on the newly exposed skin.

As Yuta trailed his hands down your bare arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, you played with the waistband of his sweats.

Yuta chuckled at your timidness. “Want these off?”

“Want to feel you,” you mumbled, tracing the outline of his butterfly tattoo with your finger.

You think you felt him shudder under your touch before he quickly stripped down to his underwear and kneeled between your legs while you laid back against your pillows.

You reached your hand out to palm him through his underwear, gasping at how warm and heavy he felt in your hand.

“Can I touch you, Yuta?” you asked, your chest rising and falling with how badly you wanted to watch him come undone in your hands.

“Of course, baby,” he said, finally pulling off his underwear and freeing his semi-hard erection. 

You wasted no time in wrapping your hands around his shaft and slowly moving up and down, watching how his jaw dropped in pleasure. When you leaned forward to spit on the tip to help you stroke him easier, he groaned and had to fight back the urge to thrust into your hand. 

You swore that the pretty sounds that slipped from his mouth were the hottest things you’ve ever heard, and you found yourself reaching between your legs to pull your underwear to the side and rub yourself for some relief from how aroused you were. 

When he saw what you were doing, Yuta pulled your hand away from his now fully hard erection and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your visibly damp panties, pulling them down your legs.

“Such a needy girl. Are you gonna let me make you feel good?” he said, reaching into the pocket of his discarded sweats and pulling out a condom.

“Please,” you moaned, squeezing your thighs together.

Yuta quickly rolled the condom onto his length, pumping himself a few times before rubbing the tip against your folds to collect your arousal. 

“Tell me if you want to stop, okay?” he said, waiting for your answer.

You nodded, rolling your hips up to get him to finally push into you.

He tsked, shaking his head. “Need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“Yes, Yuta, now please, need you feel you inside,” you whined, wiggling your hips.

He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before slowly entering you, holding your legs open with a possessive grip on your thighs. After a few minutes of slow, shallow movements, Yuta picked up the pace, losing himself in the feeling of your warm, wet walls squeezing him perfectly.

You were absolutely mesmerized by the view above you, Yuta’s fluid, rhythmic thrusts making you roll your eyes back in ecstasy. You whimpered his name when he started going faster, worried that his hips would leave bruises on the back of your thighs from just how hard he was pounding into you. 

“That’s it baby,” Yuta moaned, pulling you by your hips to meet each of his thrusts.

The filthy sounds he let freely spill from his lips made you clench around him like a vice. You writhed around beneath him, trying to get him to slow down so you wouldn’t cum so soon. His fast, hard thrusts were getting you there a lot faster than you expected, and everything felt so damn good that you wanted it to last as long as possible. Every nerve in your body was on fire and you swear you’ve never been this turned on in your whole life. You tried to distract yourself by letting your hands roam his torso, once again tracing the outline of the intricate butterfly tattoo on his hip and running your thumb over his navel piercing. God, he’s a work of art, you thought, watching the way his abdominal muscles contracted with each thrust. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, when he dragged two fingers into his mouth and brought them down to your clit to rub quick, hard circles. The new stimulation almost sent you over the edge, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut in a weak attempt to hold yourself together.

The man above you felt like he was losing himself too, every single one of his senses completely overwhelmed by you. The visual of you laid out in front of him was one he wanted burned into his memory for the rest of his life. You looked absolutely perfect with your fucked-out expression and desperate hands roaming every inch of his bare skin they could reach. Yuta’s hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit was occupied with holding your leg to your chest so he could hit as deep inside you as he could. You felt like absolute heaven. Your whimpers and the wet sounds coming from between you two sent a wave of arousal throughout his whole body that he had to force down so he wouldn’t finish right then and there.  

“Need to feel you cum around me, baby,” he groaned, knowing the way you were squeezing him meant you were close. 

“I’m almost there…,” you moaned, grabbing his wrists and trying to pull him down to you. “Please kiss me, Yuta.”

Of course Yuta couldn’t deny you anything, so he leaned over you, holding himself up by his forearms and pressing his lips to yours so hard it made you dizzy. He wrapped a hand around your jaw and kissed your mouth with such fervor it felt like he was trying to make sure you would never forget the taste of him. Meanwhile, his hips pistoned into yours relentlessly, leaving you with no choice but to cum, and you came hard.

“Look at me, baby,” Yuta breathed against your cheek, watching your body convulse and your eyes flutter closed at the intense feeling of your orgasm. 

The way your walls squeezed around him triggered his own release, and he quickly pulled out of you, peeling off the condom and jerking himself all over your stomach. He would’ve felt bad about making such a mess if you didn’t look so fucking hot pianted with his cum. 

When you finally came down from your high, Yuta looked like he wanted to swallow you whole, dark eyes fixed on the wetness between your legs. He left wet kisses down your jaw and neck, crawling down your body until his head was nestled between your thighs.

“I don’t think I can-”

“Just one more, for me. Please,” he said, looking up at you. “Don’t make me beg.”

The idea of Yuta begging to eat you out was enough to make you cave, letting him throw your legs over his shoulders so he could hold you against his face securely. He felt your hands grab his hair, tugging on the dark strands with just enough force to make him groan in pleasure. He wasted no time diving in, making out with your pussy until his lips were coated in your arousal.

At the sound of your whimpers, Yuta began to fuck you with his tongue, his nose rubbing against your clit making you pull on his hair to get him to slow down. 

“Yuta, I’m so sensitive, please-”

“I’m sorry baby, just relax for me, okay?” he said, slowly running his tongue back and forth over your clit.

At the change of pace, your orgasm gradually creeped up on you until it washed over you in waves of pleasure that seemed to last forever as Yuta’s mouth worked you through your climax.

You had to pull him away from you, chest heaving and a thin layer of sweat on your forehead. As soon as he sat up, Yuta’s mouth was on yours and he kissed you with so much desire it made your head spin. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue while Yuta dragged you into his lap, holding you as close as he possibly could.

When you both pulled away for air, you collapsed against his chest, your body exhausted from everything Yuta put it through. 

“Tired?” he asked, stroking your hair.

“Mhm,” you mumbled against his shoulder, feeling your eyes grow heavy.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” he said, laying you down so he could grab a wet washcloth and some clothes for you.

When you were all clean and dressed in one of your big t-shirts, Yuta laid down next to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with you, Y/N,” he admitted, tightening his hold on you.

That snapped your brain out of its sleepy haze and you smiled, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Then I’m yours, Yuta,” you said, noticing the way your words made his heart beat a little faster. 

“Really? You promise?” he teased, kissing the top of your head.

“I promise.”

~ʚїɞ~

a/n: even though it took me FOREVER to finish, i loved writing this fic sm ^-^ tysm for reading and please feel free to leave feedback in my asks! <3

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

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

Eren’s Birthday Bash 🎉

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tagging @kaiochi hehe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Truly, your wedding couldn't come fast enough.

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

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

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

"Where are we going, Eren?"

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

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

What did Eren have in mind, bringing you here?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love you

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

“You do?” You asked him.

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

"'Ren?"

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

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

"I love you too."

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

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

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

"Well... there's the vows and—"

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

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

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

"Hear what, 'Ren?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you ready, princess?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay," you nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah-okay, okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then he heard a faint "oh."

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

"Oh—Ren, it's—“

"Feels good?"

"Yes, Yes."

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

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

“Mhm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah…we will.”