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⎘ pairing: fem!reader × park seonghwa.

⎘ genre: smut, angst, enemies to fuckers lovers.

⎘ warnings: infidelity, the reader is kinda a brat and seonghwa is not okay with that, creampie, mentions of marking, brief nipple & clit play.

⎘ description: he may hate you but he hates the fact you’re with someone else more.

⎘ word count: 923.

⎘ author’s note: i was originally gonna write something fluff filled for seonghwa’s birthday but then this happened.

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“how are you still so. fucking. tight?”

his thrusts punctuate the words he speaks against your neck between the countless bites and kisses. he knows the boundaries between you both, knows to never leave his marks on you, but he wants to throw caution to the wind and give in to his desire to ruin your relationship. he wants, selfishly, to be the only one you let into your life, not just into your pants.

“…even after all the times your little cunt has taken my cock.” his rambling continues much like his thrusts. everything he’s saying seems to swim around in your head, echoing and tugging you closer and closer to the edge, tempting you to just let go and allow yourself to be held by seonghwa only.

“maybe your dick’s just too small to leave any lasting impact.” the drag of his length against your velvet walls is electrifying, lighting up the nerves all over your body as he tugs at one of your nipples with his teeth. 

“pretty sure you cried the first time i fucked you, kitten.”

“those were-” your own mouth betrays you as a moan slips out despite your attempts to suppress it, causing seonghwa to smirk because he knows. he knows the tip of him is beginning to repeatedly brush against that lethal spot inside of you, turning your brain to mush and your limbs to jelly. “tears of regret, asshat.”

he laughs, knowing how full of shit your statement is. when this little affair began, it was nothing more than a drunken accident. in theory, there wasn’t much you both liked about each other and neither of you put the effort into hide this fact. most of your mutual friends had even once made a bet on how quickly you both would start an argument. one night, the argument just went too far. 

or that’s what you prefer to tell yourself, it sounds nicer than admitting the underlying sexual tension that you’d both created over the months. one time, you’d promised this to yourself. one time and that was the craving out of your system forever. 

it took you no more than nine days to break that promise, showing up at his door after an argument with your boyfriend. 

and now? you can hardly remember what it feels like to be touched by someone other than seonghwa. yes, it’s so wrong, but it feels so right.

“turn around.” seonghwa breaks your train of thought, pulling out of you with a hiss as his hands manoeuvre you into the position he wants: ass up, your dripping slit on display while your face is buried in the sheets. you’d asked him just last week why he liked to fuck you like that, to which he lied. because, how could he explain that it was easier to detach himself from his feelings when he didn’t have to make eye contact with you, to watch your face as he overwhelmed you with pleasure?

seonghwa quickly gets back into the pace he’d set before, driving his cock into you with determination. the skin on your hips stings while he digs crescents into it with his nails, a death grip keeping you in place for him to use you like his own personal fleshlight, his favourite little cocksleeve. its his hand snaking round to rub your clit that finally breaks your resolve.

“hwa!” you practically whine his name, fuelling his ego more. there’s no sight prettier to him than you begging for his cock. “i’m gonna- fuck-”

“you’re gonna what, darling?” neither of you acknowledge the sudden new pet name, far more endearing than his usual use of kitten or whore. “gonna cum for me? make a mess all over my cock? huh?”

you don’t get the chance to reply as your orgasm flushes over you suddenly, your walls tightening around him as you paint him in your juices. seonghwa does his best to keep pace, fucking you through your high. the hands which had previously gripped your hips, now rub softly at your skin, holding you in place as he leans down to kiss along your spine.

with his own high approaching, his thrusts grow sloppier and his sweet moans reach your ears. when he feels you purposefully clench around him, seonghwa topples over the edge of sanity, his frame collapsing on top of yours as he milks himself into you, filling your hole with his seed. 

you both just lay there, sweat coated bodies stuck together as you try regain your breaths and he softens inside of you. you can’t help but whine as he slips out, rolling over to lay next to you, no words being exchanged and no glances being shared. 

you’re the first one to finally move, doing your best to find your discarded clothing and dressing yourself as quickly as possible. it’s not till you check your phone and see the notification that you realise you’re late for the reservation. you really should be more concerned with how little guilt you feel, if any at all. 

“go run along to your date, i guess.” seonghwa speaks carelessly, ignoring how much he wants to ask you to do the opposite. to stay with him, to realise what you could both have if you’d just stop being afraid to end your loveless relationship, to see he desired you in ways so much more than just physically.  

but, alas, he’s a coward. 

“just remember who’s cum it is staining your pretty panties while you’re sat across from him.”

a wonwoo thought please 😔😔😔 the man is so fiiinnnneeeee

wheeeeeew he's beyond fine. honestly his fucking stare is beyond hot it makes me wanna chew glass. so imagine he's fingering you, and you're squirming beneath him while he crooks his fingers just right. the whole time he's looking at you with that fucking stare. those dark, intense eyes just rove over your body, honing in on where your pussy greedily sucks in his fingers with each thrust, before looking over the rest of your trembling form. he runs his other hand over your quivering body, tracing the curve of your torso as you arch up, of your abdomen as it tenses in response to the pleasure. the whole time he's just watching you, observing you so attentively, taking in every detail of you lost to the throes of pleasure while he thrusts his fingers deep inside of you

there's something about him that really suits a more subdued kind of lust, carrying himself as completely composed even though he's ready to burst at the seams. like he would rub his thumb over your clit just to make you cry out and clench around his fingers, and even though all you see is a tilt of the head and all you hear is a low observant hum, he was damn near ready to cum just from the way you cry out for him. the moments would drag on so slowly, your pleasure prolonged as he just sets your body alight with his skilled hands. he’d take his time, teasing you, making you melt not with a rush of heat, but with a steady simmer that has you falling apart more and more over time.

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genre & word count— smut, fluff, a hint of crack. word count : 1.9k

warnings — mentions of drinking, ex!jake x afab!reader, oral ( f receiving ), piv ( reader has a vagina ), detailed!! pussy slapping, slightly aggressive + possessive / a bit of cocky jake, mentions of the names: my girl, good girl, angel, baby and slut.

you jumped out of your sleep, something felt weird about this situation. where were you even at? “my phone..” you felt around the area for your phone but soon discovered you were naked. “not again..” you murmured, mentally scolding yourself, you didn’t even want to look to see who you were with, but you did anyway. lo and behold it was your ex-boyfriend, you already knew it was just the realization that would hit you in a few seconds.

you had to have one too many drinks to be like this with him again, at least he lived alone and had silky sheets. did that matter? “stop moving,” jake groans, rolling on his back and sighing softly. “what are you even looking for?” you groan, standing up and wrapping your body with half the sheet, tossing the pillow at him. “y/n come on.. seriously you’ve got to stop doing that.”

“shut up. i- ah just shut up.” you fumbled around to find your underwear, sliding them back on before dropping the sheet. “this was a mistake, a silly mistake. why did you bring me back here?!” you whine, you had a habit of doing this. going out having maybe half a drink and seeing jake, you’d go back to his place with a few of his friends, then you’d end up here.

“you said ‘jake let’s go back to your place alone, please. please jakey~.’ you wanted me to say no?” he mocked your voice, you almost gagged at the sound of it. finding your phone and checking the time. 5:40 am. “fuck my roommate is gonna kill me.” jake slid his boxers on and walked over to help you, “stop it, i don’t need your hands on my clothes.”

“you know i’m only helping you..” he sighed, of course, he was the bad guy. in his eyes you could do no wrong but in yours, he was the devil himself. “if you’re gonna react like this every time you come over then perhaps you shouldn’t anymore?” he suggested. as if, he wouldn’t say yes to have you back to himself for a night of you asked him.

“oh shush! just say no-. how hard is it to say no?!” you stumbled to your butt, plopping down and putting your face in your hands. “ah this is a nightmare. this isn’t real- and my head hurts so bad.” you whimper trying to remember everything from the night before. “how much did i drink?” jake squats down in front of you, fixing your hair quickly before retrieving his hands.

“three shots,”

you could cry at that statement alone. three shots got you drunk? a lightweight, “no wonder you couldn’t say no to me.” you grunt into your hands. the truth was, you only partied and drank every other friday because you missed jake. you missed the fun you two would have, and so did he. it’s like you two could never find the same again.. so when you two saw each other, it was impossible to say no and hold back.

“maybe you should stay, i’ll get you some water and take you home when the sun rises.” his hand rested on your cheek, out of instinct you swatted it away, making him hiss and chuckle to himself. “still strong as hell-.” with that he helped your take off your pants again, knowing how much you hated sleeping in them. replacing your bra with one of his white t-shirts. he picked you up off the floor and carried you back to the mattress.

jake was always there for you. his mess of an ex, good at school just not at feelings. “relax, and remember to breathe.” he said walking out of his bedroom. you sat up and looked around, screaming at yourself, in your mind. maybe you did this because you still loved him and maybe he agreed cause he’s a guy who loves to fuck. or maybe both of you are lonely, you’ll never know. you never want to know.

“here, drink this and take this powder, it’ll help with the headaches.” he gave you everything you needed. sitting next to you as he remade the bed slightly and rubbed your back. “i’m not too sure why you hate me, i’m not a bad guy. i like to think i’m nice and flirty.” he smiled to himself, making you laugh, and hit his shoulder softly. you’d broken his heart honestly, but that never stopped him from loving you.

you glanced at the boy, laying your head on his shoulder as he placed a smooth yet soft kiss on the crown of your hair. “you know... you scarred me y/n. i don’t think i can find love after you.” he chuckles, and you felt your heart sink. “but in the end, we always find each other, isn’t that a sign of something..”

“toxic?” you interrupted, a small laugh emitting from both of your lips. “but seriously, i made a mistake. you’ve forgiven me, but if roles were reversed i’d hate you for the rest of my life. why don’t you hate me- like reject me already so i can move on.” jake shook his head, a small groan leaving your lips. “this is not the love trope i manifested universe!”

jake held your chin, making you look at him. “no matter what happens to us, i’ll always be here for you. just called me and i’m on my way.” looking at his lips, those plump lips. you couldn’t help but lean into them. he felt so safe. jake didn’t hesitate, kissing you back almost instantly. pulling you into his lap and helped wrap your legs around his waist.

your kiss turned heated, running your fingers through his hair as he flipped the two of you over. pinning your body down to the bed and pressing himself between your legs. it never fails, he knows your body too well. if the powder didn’t help with the headache, jake certainly would. his hand slipped past your underwear.

running his fingers through your folds and the sound that left your throat was the prettiest if he’s ever heard one. you guide his hand slowly, pushing two of his fingers into your cunt, where you needed him the most. jake lifts the shirt over your head, tossing it away along with your panties. kissing down your body and found his face between your legs before you both knew it.

his arms lock around your thighs, licking over your wet fold before taking them in his mouth. a small sigh of relief left your chest, your hands trailing down your body as jake made out with your folds. “fuck,” you mutter, slightly arching your back. his finger slipped into your hole again, moving his lips to kiss along your thighs.

“you’re my girl y/n.” he says, his tone soft but serious. “just mine, all mine and only mine. no one else can have you.” there he was, the jake you knew so well. your back arched deeper, a moaning mess. jakes grip got tighter on you as he worked his tongue, making you to grip the sheets and his hair in result.

“jake please- im gonna..” you could feel your stomach turning. in a good way of course, that familiar feeling building up in the pit of your belly. jake didn’t stop, only sped up his actions. he wanted your juices all over his face. that turned you on, watching from above how he devoured between your legs with ease.

he licked up, flicking his tongue in small yet rapid movements over your clit, feeling you clench around his fingers. jakes mouth was perfect, yet you needed, no wanted more. “more jake please,” he took the hint, lifting his body and removing his boxers. he pumped himself a few times before easily sliding into you. a breathy moan leaving your body as you felt him stretch you out once again.

jake kissed up your body as he fingered you, leaving dark marks along your skin. “i want you.” you muster out, hearing jake small chuckle as he let ‘i know’ slip out of his mouth. you were just about to change your mind, but that was all washed away when jake slid into you with ease. stretching your hole out perfectly. a gasp leaves your lips, eye fluttering shut as jake started to thrust into you.

his hands gripped the bedsheets surrounding your head, sucking in his bottom lip as he held in strong grunts and groans. your arms wrapped around his body, he’d turned you a moaning mess. dragging your nails down his back, making the grunts finally fall from his lip. “say you wont let anyone else fuck you. ever.”

his thrust got faster and harder, hard enough to snatch your breath away from you. “only you,” you whispered. jake hums in satisfaction, lifting your leg over his shoulder. fucking you from a new angle. that threw you all the way over, the sweat forming on his body as his tummy flexed from the harsh thrusts he gave you.

“you’re my little slut. you belong to me y/n.” his hand grips your waist while the other rubs your clit. your head dips into the mattress, gripping his sheets as you clenched around his cock. “fuck- jake i’m only yours!” your moans were in a battle against the walls, who could be louder? jake made sure if he couldn’t be louder, the sound and rhythm of your skin slapping sure would work.

“i’m gonna cum,” you pant, jake pulled out while a whine ripped through the tense air. “jake please- please stop teasing me like this.” you could cry, feeling your body flip and your head press into the mattress, jake wasted not time to fuck back into you. fucking your headache, your pressure, all your worries away.

your legs shook, practically screaming into the sheets. “that’s it angel.. scream for me. we both know this won’t be the last time.” your voice would be gone when you wake up again. he fucked you so well, gripping your hair and sloppily fucking into you. your sounds hitched as you came around him, clenching and swallowing his cock helped edge him.

“can’t wait to fill you up, let you feel the warmth you thought you could get rid of.” jakes little snicker made your heart race. fuck you loved him, everything about him. especially his cock. you couldn’t take it anymore, eyes rolling back as he leans down next to your ear. whispering dirty sweet nothings into your ear while filling your pussy to the brim.

jakes hips slowed, his grip on your skin lightened then he pulled out of you. falling to the side of the mattress and panting lightly, you were sleepy all over again. your headache was gone though, and you were stuck on your ex all over again. “look who’s sleepy now. isn’t your roommate gonna kill you for being home so late?”

your tiredly slapped his arm, turning your head towards him with heavy eyes. “shut up.” you chuckle to yourself, jake took your hand and kissed it. licking his lips and cleaning your up a little, dressing you in a pair of his boxers and his shirt to make you comfortable while sleeping.

“i hope this wasn’t a silly mistake, y/n.” jake chuckles as he lays next to you, wrapping his arm around your body.

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Advice to Help Your Journey

Whether it is your Healing Journey, your Spiritual Journey, Finding Yourself, Soul Searching or any other Journey you pursue, always keep in mind it is your journey, therefore it must be your own Personal Path. Listen to those who guide you, rather than those that dictate to you. Someone who guides you will tell you how they have found their way and it may inspire you to do some things the same but in your own personal way. 

Those that dictate will say “You have to do it this way” or “It won’t work if you don’t do it a certain way”. This leaves no room for creativeness, If we were all meant to copy each other, it wouldn’t be a personal journey and there would be no point of us being individuals and we would never evolve, we would all be stuck doing the same thing over and over again, We are all here to find our own way. Not meaning there will be no similarities, but meaning it should fit and feel right for us individually.

Sometimes you may find, you will do something the same as someone else but you do it because it feels right, not because you were told you have to or this is the only way. When you are on a Journey, you are doing it to find your own path, not to journey up somebody else’s path. You are here to find the path that resonates with you, otherwise it won’t feel right and you may likely feel it’s a waste of time or too hard and give up. A lot of people starting out on a path get so confused and they are told it is going to be hard and they hear so many people say, “this is how you must do it” and everyone is saying different things and that makes it seem confusing and hard. When you find your own path it won’t feel hard it will feel good and it will feel right. 

When you listen to people telling you how, “you have to do it,” you lose your freedom and that is what your path is all about, it is the freedom to feel good, being you, the freedom to find your own way. There is no one person out there with all the right answers for you or anyone else either. But you can take a piece from each, just take the pieces that fit for you, it’s perfectly okay to do it that way.

Yes, there are structures and things that need to be considered and achieved along most paths. For example healing emotional wounds, you need to achieve self love and self respect and acceptance of who you are, so you can feel worthy, You achieve those by going within and understanding where your hurt first arose, so you can then release it by healing your inner child, but how you get there has to feel right to you, there is no one way that fits everyone, your wounds are no exact match to anyone else’s and neither will your healing be. All journeys need a structure but you are the one who chooses and designs the path.

There is a lot of very helpful guidance and advice out there but learn how to recognize guidance from dictatorship. Listen to advice, it will definitely help, I advise you to get your hands on as much advice and guidance as you can, but don’t believe there’s only one way, feeling stuck on what one person said “you have to do”, can create blockages and hurdles along your way. Listen to the choices but above all, take only what feels right to you, it will make your journey a lot smoother.

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I don’t know who needs to hear this right now, but it’s okay if your spirituality, beliefs, and practices have changed since the beginning of the pandemic. And it’s okay if you’re still figuring out what those changes mean for you.

Just by existing in a country with a lot of cases and/or deaths, you’ve experienced a continuous traumatic event stretched out over 14+ months. Even if you personally have not been affected, your day-to-day routine has probably been disrupted in some way. This kind of continuous trauma is going to cause major changes in every aspect of your life and personality – and that’s assuming you haven’t had any other traumatic events that may or may not be related to the pandemic, like unemployment, housing insecurity, or losing a loved one.

It’s normal to see some changes in your spiritual life after this kind of trauma. Changes in spirituality are a common symptom of grief. Some people feel a stronger connection to/belief in their faith, and may become more active. Others feel disconnected from their faith and may find it difficult to find motivation for spiritual pursuits. Both are normal, healthy ways of coping with your grief.

You may also find that your experiences in the past year have lead you to reevaluate whether your beliefs and practices really work for you anymore. You may have a system, a tool, or a guide that has been a cornerstone of your spirituality for years, but that suddenly doesn’t seem to be a good fit anymore. This is normal. The world has changed. You have changed. It’s natural that your spiritual path would change with you.

You are not broken. Your gods have not abandoned you. You are a human coping with trauma, and you are allowed to make changes to your spiritual practice so you can feel more supported. 

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After arranging and rearranging the boxes and bags layed out on the king sized bed, Yunho calmly took a step back to make sure everything looked ok. He let out a frustrated groan as he began second guessing himself.

"What if she doesn't like them?"

He had no time to ponder more on that question as the doorbell rang, letting him know the very person he was talking about was already there. He scurried out the bedroom, as he passed the living room, he stopped and ran back inside it to pick up the bouquet of roses that he nearly forgot about. Making sure to straighten out his posture, he nervously reached for the handle before turning it to open the door, hiding the bouquet behind his back.

"Hi." The person standing there waved at him, her eyes lighting up when she saw him.

"Hey you....." He had an equally flustered smile plastered on his face as he gazed down at the pretty face in front of him.

The girl shifted awkwardly in place, looking side to side as she waited for him to say something.

"So.....did you have fun on your trip?" She finally asked.

He let out a chuckle.

"Hardly. It was literally all work the entire time and I was just frustrated and stress and- Oh! I'm sorry Y/N. Please come inside."

He stepped aside to let her enter into his penthouse apartment, which she hadn't been in for the 4 months he was away on a business trip. Closing the door behind him, he faced her and produced the flowers he was hiding up to the point.

"Here. I brought them for you." He held them out towards her.

"Oh my gosh they're beautiful! Thank you!" She thanked him as she admired the gift he'd given her.

"And that's not all! I got you a few other things while I was away!"

Taking her hand in one of his large ones, he excitedly led her into the room that had been specifically decorated, prepared and set aside just for her whenever she'd come over and stayed with him for long periods of time. Standing behind her, he led her inside, his hands now covering her eyes as he whispered tiny instructions on how many steps to take and where to turn.

"Ta da!" He cheered enthusiastically.

Opening her eyes, she was bewildered by the dozens upon dozens of designer and luxury named bags and boxes that no doubt contained clothes, jewelry, shoes and probably a few articles of lingerie. She smiled softly at his kind gesture

"It's wonderful.....thank you." She turned to him.

"Do you want to look through them now?" He was already reaching for one of the bags.

"Oh....perhaps later..." She suggested.

Sensing something like disappointment, Yunho sighed.

"Don't you like them? Were they not what you wanted? Was there something specific you would have rather liked?" He was ready to give her the world, all she needed to say was the word and he'd bend earth and sky for her.

"No! I love them, I do! It's just...." She looked down, somewhat afraid of saying out loud what it was she really wanted.

Wanting to soften her up, his fingers cupped her chin, lifting it up so he could look at her eyes.

"Tell me babygirl. Just ask and it shall be yours." He assured her.

She bit her lip, that action alone making him lick his own and wish it was his own teeth that were fulfilling that action instead on her.

"I really just wanted to spend time with you.....maybe watch a movie together and.....cuddle?"

Without realizing it, her hands began pinching at the soft material of his black turtleneck, bottom lip pouting upwards like a child awaiting to be refused. The tall male let out a soft and low chuckle.

"That's it? Is that really all my darling wants?" He kissed her forehead in disbelief.

She whined in a rather cute yet frustrated way.

"It's just you've been gone for so long and I missed you. Is that a crime?" She defended herself.

He shook his head then swiftly scooped her up in his arms and began carrying her out into the living room.

"Nope and honestly I'm happy you suggested it. I missed my babygirl as well."

She blushed slightly when he pressed a rather hard and long kiss to her cheek before sitting her down on his lap and turning on the huge television in front of them. They both agreed to watch a new movie that had just recently came out, all of their friends having been raving about it making them curious and wanting to see what it was about. From the looks of it, it seemed to be another typical romantic movie, which neither of them minded. Neither were hardly paying attention to the movie, one more occupied in poking either side of her ribcage or pinching her thighs, while she playfully slapped his giant hands away, often whining which resulted in him wrapping his arms more tightly around her, face pressing against her shoulder as he bounced her on his lap.

When they finally decided to just stop and watch the movie, it had suddenly taken another turn that was not very PG at all. A rather erotic and explicit R rated scene came up, leaving them both gulping and making them both sweat nervously. They both thought it'd be over soon, like any other cliche Hollywood sex scene that would only last a minute or two, but they were surprised that almost 10 minutes later, it was only getting more and more kinky which had both of them awkwardly sitting there.

Y/N could feel the way Yunho's fingers began to slowly rub circles along her hip bones, sometimes digging harshly into her skin. She began to think of all the other places she'd rather have his fingers in, like her mouth, around her neck or slipping inside her womanhood which was getting more wet the more sensual his touches became. The fake moans coming from the actors on screen made her think of all the times Yunho had gone rough on her, teasing her relentlessly and making her have one orgasm after another because he always wanted more, never satisfied with having her cum just once. Those thoughts were so wrapped up in her mind, she didn't realize she had began grinding herself against Yunho's lap until his hands suddenly held her in place, stilling her movements.

Inhaling a raspy breath, her eyes fluttered close when he began pressing open mouth kisses to the side of her neck and shoulder.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you.."

One of his hands moved to slip inside her shorts, pushing past her cotton panties to start stroking gently at her little nub, eliciting soft moans and breaths to protrude from her lips.

"So let me show you princess just how much daddy missed you."

She let out a pleasured hum at having him call her that nickname that he reserved especially for these moments. With his hand buried in between her legs, he moved his fingers down further, slipping one of his long fingers into her entrance, probing around her walls as his kisses to her neck became more sloppy and hungry.

"You're already super wet. Did you miss me that much? Hmm? Did my little princess miss her daddy?"

She couldn't help but nod.

"Y-yes, I missed you so much daddy." She gasped when a second finger entered her, speedily thrusting in and out of her. She couldn't help but grind down onto his hand.

Yunho let out a groan.

"Do you like my fingers that much princess?" He cooed in her ear.

"Yes! Oh my God! I love your fingers so much!" She cried out.

Snorting softly, he used his free hand to trail up her neck before running his thumb across her bottom lip. Knowing exactly what he was hinting at, she obediently opened her mouth.

"That's it princess. Such a good girl. Suck on my fingers....fuck- yes, just like that."

She didn't protest as he slipped 3 of his fingers in her mouth, she just enveloped them inside her wet cavern and sucked on them as though they were one of the delicious candies he often brought her from some foreign country. She moaned around his fingers, as his other hand worked her closer to her incoming orgasm. Although she wanted to hold out a little longer, it had been far too long since she'd had something that wasn't her own fingers, or one of the many toys she'd been spoiled with, inside her pussy. And Yunho's touch was so addicting, always knowing exactly how to push her over the edge in such little time. He could feel it too, he knew she was ready to burst at any second.

"Cum...cum for me princess. You deserve it."

His fingers pushed deeper in her mouth, making her release a series of choked out moans as her hips shook, liquids pouring out of her and covering Yunho's hand in a sticky mess. Although his fingers stopped moving inside her, his thumb continued to rub at her clit, helping to ride her out of her orgasm, only stopping when she finally stopped moving her hips.

Pulling his fingers out of her soaked hole, he brought them up to his lips and shamelessly sucked off the secretions left on it.

"Still tasting as delicious as ever." He purred in her ear.

His immense hands suddenly turned her over, placing her on top of his thigh.

"Ride it baby. Put on a little show for me."

Although she was always shy about riding his thick thighs, she never refused him, knowing he was always gentle and helped her throughout it since she was still pretty new to it. Her hands grasped at his shoulders to help stabilize her as her hips began rutting against his clothed thighs. Her ruined underwear was now painfully clinging to her soaked pussy, only attaching itself more to her skin the more she grinded herself against her lover's body.

Yunho watched with hooded eyes as her head fell back, exposing more of her beautiful neck, eyes shut tight as she fucked herself on his thigh. His hands went over to grab at her ass cheeks, kneading her soft flesh in between his fingers, massaging them gently and guiding them to help her find the best pleasure possible.

"There you go baby, keep doing that. You're doing such a good job my darling. Look at you looking so pretty."

She couldn't control herself as she began riding his thigh with more intensity, loving all the praises being spilled out of his mouth just for her. Yunho knew it too, knew how much she loved to be dotted on in such a way by him.

"Yeah you like being called that? Like being daddy's good little girl? Cause that's what you are right?" He flexed his thigh, slightly rubbing more against her, a wet patch becoming visible on his trousers as she began soaking through her clothes.

"Yes! I'm your good girl daddy! Wanna be good just for you." She cried out as she began to frantically hump his thigh, another orgasm fast approaching her.

"You're such a good girl princess..just for me right? Be my good princess and cum again, can you do that again for me? Yes you can, go ahead."

His hands flew to grasp at her waist, holding her in place as her arms fell back onto the leather couch beneath her and held her body up as she came on top of him, her hips unable to ride her through her orgasm so Yunho continued rubbing his thigh in between her legs so her orgasm wouldn't be ruined. He loved watching her eyes shut tight, the corners spilling out a few droplets of tears as an overwhelming pleasure took her over countenance, leaving her breathless for a few seconds.

Once she recovered from that high, she opened her eyes to find Yunho staring at her with such ardent passion burning in his eyes. His lips flew up to kiss hers fervently, his body pushing her down onto the couch. His hands entangled themselves on hers and held them up above her head. She shivered when she felt his bulge rub against her inner thigh, making her excited at the thought of having it inside her once again.

"Such a pretty and beautiful baby. I know I say it a lot but I truly mean it."

Tilting her head to the side so it'd be easier for him to leave marks along the side of her neck, her smiled at the loving compliments he kept showering her with.

"You're such a sight to behold." He was practically growling as his mouth ravished at the tender skin of her neck, marking as he pleased, after all.....

She was all his and belonged to him and him only.

"My beautiful little princess."

Sitting up, he began ridding her of her shorts, her panties dragged along with them, tossed onto the floor. Yunho groaned at the sight of her glistening folds, looking plump and pink hued from the previous administrations he had placed on it.

"Fuck....I really need to be inside you.. ....

Right. Now."

She let out a squeal as he turned her to her side, laying down beside her in a spooning position. She giggled as she heard the sound of his belt being undone, followed by his trousers being pulled down to his thighs so he could take his cock out. Pumping himself a few times, he lined himself up against her entrance before pushing in, barely fitting the enormous head in.

"God princess! You're tighter than usual."

She bit down at her shirt sleeve in an effort to quiet down her whimpers as he slowly pushed more of his length in her.

"You ok? Want me to stop?" He rubbed her cheek in a soothing motion.

Shaking her head, she urged him to keep going.

"P-please...w-want daddy's monster cock inside my tiny pussy." She begged, her ass pressing back onto him to fit more of him in her.

Yunho hissed as he moved forward, finally fitting his entire length inside her warm and inviting walls.

"Fuck, you're practically squeezing the life out of me. I'm not sure you'll be able to take me."

Of course he was just taunting her at this moment, wanting to get her begging for him to fuck her as he wanted to.

"Yes I can!" She refuted his statement.

"Oh? But I don't think you can princess. I can barely move inside you. You're such a small and tiny doll compared to me.....I'm afraid I might break you." He teased her.

She whined, enjoying how he used his size against her.

"I'm small but I can take daddy's big cock. Please, break me, I can take it." She wiggled her ass to get her point across.

Getting the ok, Yunho began to slip in and out of her slowly, her walls stretching out to accommodate his length better. They both released a series of sinful sounds, both overjoyed at being connected once again after being separated for too long. Y/N's stinging in her core was replaced by ecstasy as Yunho began to speed up his thrusts, her body once again familiarizing itself with his size.

Yunho's hand that was resting on her hip moved to cup her lower abdomen, muttering curses as he felt the bulge protruding in her.

"Feel that my little doll? You're so small I can feel all of me move in and out of you."

She had tears trickling down her cheeks from the immense feeling his cock and words were giving her.

"Fuck! You're so tight little one! One might believe I don't fuck you enough." He giggled as he began nibbling at her earlobe.

Her breaths became more ragged and shaky as she approached her third orgasm of the day, walls clenching around Yunho. His hand that was on her abdomen, grabbed her own and placed it where his previously rested.

"Feel that princess? Feel me in you? Can you believe that it's really you taking me so well?"

She was releasing whimpered yelps at this point, hips snapping against her at a rough and deep pace, his gigantic length fucking her out of her mind.

"Daddy! I'm-I'm-"

His hands reached inside her shirt, groping at her soft breasts, fingers pinching at her nipples as he fucked her into another orgasm that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Feeling her spill in him made him desperate to chase his own release.

"Princess, gonna cum- wanna cum in you. Please tell me you've been going to the gynecologist like you're supposed to." He desperately pleaded at her, his thrusts getting more erratic, hair sticking to his forehead.

Y/N nodded furiously, affirming she had been getting her contraceptive injection specifically for this reason.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!"

Yunho grunted harshly as he spilled his cum all over her walls, making sure to fuck all of it in her. He panted softly as he tried to catch his breath, his partner next to him already worn out from that intense love session. Carefully he pulled out of her, smiling in an accomplished manner as he saw her hole be filled up with his sticky white substance.

"Beautiful." He whispered mostly to himself than anything.

Turning her over to lay on her back, he smiled down at her tired and sleepy figure. Leaning down, he began placing tiny kisses all over her face.

"I love you so much my little princess."

Too tired to even mutter out a sentence, she merely let out a tiny grumble which he giggled at.

"How cute. Come here princess. Daddy will take care of you."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, his hands lifted her up, legs wrapped around his waist as he began carrying her towards his bathroom to indulge her in a warm bubble bath to soothe her tired and sore body.

"You're so good to me Yunho..." She mumbled in his ear, her nose nuzzling against his neck, sending him into a flutter of soft panic.

"Well...you are daddy's princess after all."

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something that my therapist taught me that really helped me have more self compassion was the concept of an inner child (please note this is not the same as having different personality states)

when I'm having a hard time with my mental health I often have a lot of negative self talk and struggle to look after myself but when I imagine telling a young version of myself the things I tell myself now, I can't.

beating myself up about a mistake? it's alright, we make mistakes and we can learn from this.

struggling to get out of bed? just try for 10 minutes, watch YouTube or listen to music and if you can't stay up we can go back to bed for a bit and try again later

need to do eat something but can't find motivation? I wouldn't let them go hungry so I'll grab a snack while I make something

need to do chores but feel like I can't? let myself dance to taylor swift and do as much as I can, maybe offer a reward afterwards.

I've found it's so much harder to be hard on myself when I imagine I'm saying those things to younger me. in an ideal world I would be kind to current myself but if I can't? I'll be kind to the six year old version of me who deserves to be looked after and cherished and told they're important. when I can't bring myself to do something for me I'll do it for them.