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#actually i don’t beg i’m not a loser
sensitivegoblin · 1 year
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05velvet · 10 months
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watching y’all pretend interracial couples without a white person is somehow more revolutionary or special is so tiring
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luvrxbunny · 4 months
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i think Miguel would get turned on by little things. like little details that someone would normally overlook or have no reaction to
so what made me think of this is specifically when girls say to guys that they’re gonna like— “fuck the life outta him” because technically it’s the guy doing the fucking but i think the tiny bit of role reversal would haunt his mind. he’s distracted for the rest of the day. his boner that he acquired when you said that never goes away
also if omg— i think this is just gonna turn into Miguel secretly wanting to be dominated (or just generally wanting to be treated how he treats others in a relationship) so hold on tight
if you’re passing him in the kitchen or something and— AHAHAAAA okay wait
so Miguel is chopping something in the kitchen but you need to get past him for the fridge or something. so he’s chop chop chopping and you scoot by, resting your hands on his hips to lean him forward a bit with a small “sorry, baby.” as you scooch by. you’d just hear his chopping stop and he’s getting hard already. you have about 30mins before he’s fed up and comes to u begging.
AND IF U DEFEND HIM??? omg he loses his shit. like falling into subspace no matter where u guys are— maybe not fully under but man is slipping.
let’s say you’re at a bar w Miguel and you go to the bathroom for two seconds. a girl approaches him all like “wanna buy me a drink, handsome?” and he’s like “oh! i’m flattered but i have a girlfriend!! so…” she’s like scoff scoff!! “she doesn’t need to know” wink wink and that irks him. it’s rude to his character and it’s rude to u. “i would never do that to her” he’s done w the convo so he turns back to the tv behind the bar, opting to watch whatever is happening there rather than the bitch beside him. but she’s still yapping! “what?? babe.. this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for u!! u can’t bend your rules just a little? *batting her ugly lashes* for me..?”
he just straight up rolls his eyes at her. she looks nothing like you so— “you are far from what i’d consider beautiful” he doesn’t even turn to her as he says it— he’s done w the conversation! but this bitch starts throwing a fit. “you’re a piece of shit loser okay?? you don’t know shit about beauty!! have u looked in the mirror honey?? looking like a fucking meatball is not in style alright?? i was doing you a fucking—“ she’s going on and on. some of her comments are starting to actually hurt Miguel’s feelings a bit (w his body issues and all) he’s about to just get up and wait by the girls bathroom for you but he’s scared to be seen as a creep. he feels dread sleeping in. he doesn’t know how long he’ll have to endure this before you come back and you both can just leave. “you’re an ugly 👏🏻 mother 👏🏻 fuck👏🏻er okay sweetheart?? you—“
“i’m sorry. did you call my boyfriend sweetheart?” relief floods through him at the sound of your voice. his head whips to see you, you have a playful smile on your face— but he knows the anger hidden behind it. it sends a little shock of excitement through his body. the woman’s eyes are wide as she stares at you, like she didn’t believe him when he said he had a girlfriend. “i— sis, listen”
you cut her off “i’m definitely not your sister. go on.” she pauses for a bit— shocked at your coldness before continuing. “girl to girl. you can do so much better, okay? your man— although “loyal” he is—“ you cut her off with a genuine laugh at he way she put quotations around the word ‘loyal’. “baby? finish your drink, okay? we’re leaving soon.” you look right past the girl, barely acknowledging her presence. Miguel nods frantically and downs the rest of his beer as you turn back to the girl.
“look. he’s my boyfriend. my man. i don’t care what you have to say. i don’t care what you say he did but i bet you i can guess the entire scenario” you have a confident, almost smug look on your face that has a fire burning in Miguel’s stomach. “you.” you pause to look her up and down with a weakly suppressed laugh. “tried to get at him… and then threw a hissy fit when he rejected you.. right?” she’s obviously embarrassed, staring at her shoes with an angry look. “well he said that i was ugly.”
you’re grabbing your purse from the chair behind her as she whispers that last part. you can barely make out what it says but you’re not even surprised. “and?” is all you say before walking out with Miguel.
in the cab he’s silent, worried that you’re upset until you speak up. “sorry if i was a hit mean back there.” you laugh a bit embarrassed. you go on to say that you know you shouldn’t have been rude, that people should spread positivity and more but he has to cut you off
“that was so hot, baby.” you take in his obviously disheveled, incredibly aroused state and give him a smirk. “yeah?”
you end up jerking him off in the back of the uber 🤪
he’s super whiny, whimpering, and will not stop begging for more
when u guys get married he gets really into choking u cus it shows off his wedding band
omf you’d do something nice for him while he’s sick— like make him soup or something and he’ll get hard
“you- you made this.. for me?” you’re baffled. “yes..? Miguel you’re sick remember? oh god this is way worse than i thought… do you know where you are, baby?” he laughs. “i know where i am! i just— that’s so- that’s so sweet, baby.” you shake your head and give him a spoonful, feeding him like he’s a baby. you’re focused on his mouth, subconsciously making silly faces as you pour the soup into his mouth. he’s watching you the whole time.
after that spoonful you go for another but he takes the bowl and places it on the nightstand. “wha— you don’t like it?” he smiles and shakes his head at your immediate doubt. “i love it, baby” is all he says as he pulls you into his lap, pressing his dick into you and begging you to ride him for all he’s worth
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florence-nomachine · 4 months
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Doctor's Orders - S. Raglan x Reader x M. Schmidt
You and Mike are having intimacy issues, and Dr Raglan is the best couples therapist in town.
A/N: Pure filth and nothing more. This might be the dirtiest fic I've ever made...Minors DNI
Word count: 2.4K
Tags: Threesomes / Cuckolding / Dom + Sub dynamics / Age gaps – Steve is in his 50’s, Reader and Mike are in their mid 20s / Hints of manipulation / Abuse of power / Oral sex, fem and male receiving / Breeding / Humiliation / Overstimulation / Sex rivalry / Unprotected sex  / Dirty talk
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Dr Raglan was a renowned couples therapist in your town, which was why you were so eager to see him with your boyfriend Mike. Even though you’d been together for a while, when it came to sex you’d found that he had trouble staying ‘up’, and even reaching orgasm. He insisted it wasn’t you, but the egotistical part of you worried that you weren’t enough.
Still, you would’ve never guessed that, upon hearing your issues, the doctor would’ve been gracious to extend the session by another hour, free of charge. It slightly worried you that your issues were apparently that bad, but you took it anyway.
“I like you two,” Steve said. “A lot, actually. I’m very happy to help you out,”
He wasn’t lying. He’d been lusting over you for the whole session, his cock growing hard at how desperate you were to get through to Mike, even willing to do the work on your part. You were such a sweet, attentive little girlfriend, and yet Mike seemed like a total loser. Utterly powerless.
The pair of you were still sitting down as he got up, walking around to stand behind you and place his large hands on your shoulders. He smirked as Mike looked at him, ready to argue, whilst you seemed uncomfortable.
“I’m going to use Y/N here as an example,” he said, instructing you to stand up. He didn’t even bother to ask for your permission - you were nothing but a toy. A toy and a tool to be fucked. It was going to help your issues, after all. 
You stood up, and he cupped a finger under your chin so that you looked into his eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering.
“Strip,” he said, and your eyes grew wide.
“Y/N, don’t  —“ Mike interjected, sticking out a hand defensively, but Steve stopped him.
“That’s your problem, Mike. Stop trying to be the hero,” he said forcefully. You hesitated before squeezing Michael’s hand and beginning to undress. You loved Mike more than anything, and wanted to move towards the next stage of your relationship. 
Mr Raglan knew best.
As you undressed, you noticed a visible bulge in Steve’s pants, and Mike, though quiet, seemed to be developing one too, but hid it with his hands. Their eyes were filled with lust, and Dr Raglan seemed to hum with approval as he took in your semi-nude body as you assumed your position on top of his desk.
You were undressed all for him; naive and exposed to what was about to come. 
He was ready to fucking consume you.
But he had to be professional.
“You see, your intimacy problem has nothing to do with her, and everything with you,” he said, pointing at Mike. “She’s such a cute little thing with a body just begging bred. Any man would be lucky to have her…And yet you can’t appreciate something good. Why is that?”
Steve smirked as he saw your legs twitch at the mention of breeding, and he looked between the pair of you knowingly. Mike seemed unresponsive, whilst you were like a deer in headlights.
“You’re building it up too much. You keep thinking things are going to be mind-blowing, and that you’re going to be the best she’s ever had, but in actuality it’ll probably be average. You need to learn to live with being disempowered,”
You glanced over worriedly at Mike. Perhaps the loss of his brother was the root of the deeper issue?
“Has he touched you here?” Steve said, his large hands reaching to massage your breasts. His hands were cold whilst your chest was warm, causing your nipples to harden against his touch. The older man chuckled, rolling the bud against his fingers before he tugged them, showing them off to your boyfriend. He’d barely done anything, and you were responding to him so well.
“Y-Yes…” 
“Do you usually get turned on so quickly?”
“I’m not—“ you protested, trying to ignore the growing heat between your thighs. “—It’s just because your hands are cold,”
“Sure. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said mockingly. “How about you have your boyfriend come warm you up?”
You looked over pleadingly at Michael and he obliged, getting up to place his hand on your other breast, but not without giving Dr Raglan a side eye, to which the older man brushed off. You stared up at them with glassy eyes as they fondled your breasts, with Mike’s touch more gentle compared to Steve’s pawing. You weren’t oblivious to Raglan’s now hardened bulge either, as he pressed his groin into the bare skin of your knee, teasing you with what was to come.
“Doesn’t look like you’re doing a good job there, Mike,” he said matter of factly. “Unsurprising, considering everything I know about you. Let me show you how to take care of business,” 
His bigger frame pushed Mike to the side, and you could see him clench his fists in frustration. Steve stared down at you hungrily, one of his hands sliding past your breast to grab the base of your neck; squeezing it ever so slightly as his other hand made its way to your panties. He spread your legs so that you were on display, his thick fingers rubbing against your slit through the material. 
“I bet I can make her cum just from my hands…” he said, staring down at Mike who remained in his seat. As much as he hated watching a perverted older man like Raglan touch you, part of him was actually enjoying it. He knew you were hot, and to see someone making you feel as sexy and liberated as you deserved made him feel good in turn. Perhaps the Doctor was right - he needed to be comfortable feeling powerless.
“You said you’ve tried oral sex, correct?” Steve said, clearing his throat. You looked up at him and nodded shyly, and he tutted.
“I want you to say it,” he insisted, briefly removing his hands from your panties. “Tell me what you do to him,”
“Um —“ you said, flustered from the sudden loss of pressure. “I touch him through his pants first. He’s usually hard then, so I take it out — I don’t suck him off immediately, I like to keep it going with my hands…” 
Steve began to unbuckle his belt before pulling down his zipper and taking out his cock through the hole, beginning to stroke it lazily as you droned on about trying to please your boyfriend. He was aching to see you in all the degrading positions you’d put yourself in for Mike’s benefit (to no success), even more so at the prospect of being in front of him. 
“Show me,” Steve groaned, positioning his cock towards your face. “Give me everything you’ve been craving,”
You abided by his words and stroked him, moaning as he resumed his motions on top of your panties. He was bigger than Mike, and you could feel him throb in your hands with every tug, desperate to penetrate your lips. You remained like this for a moment before the older man pushed your panties to the side, the cool hair sending shivers down your hot cunt. Steve greedily pushed two of his lithe fingers inside of you, grunting at the sensation as he felt the insides of your thigh on his arms, grazing his hairs ever so slightly.
“She’s fucking dripping,” he laughed, staring Mike in the eye. “She feels so good down here. I wonder how her mouth feels —“ he stated, and angled your head around his cock. You took it in your mouth instinctively, eyes widening in shock as he hit the back of your throat unexpectedly. Steve was almost completely feral; wasting no time in thrusting deeper into your mouth whilst his fingers explored your fold, making sure to rub your clit.
“—Like heaven,” he purred, and it was as if something deeper had arisen within him. “Don’t be shy Mike. You should get in on this,” he teased, giving the younger man all but two seconds before focusing back onto you. You were mewling and writhing under his power, and if he were a teenager he probably would’ve cum right there and then. Luckily for him, he was a man now.
Mike obeyed, and quietly made his way between your legs, watching in awe at the way your juices coated the man’s fingers. It looked heavenly; and it killed him to think he was missing out. All he ever wanted to do was please you.
He unzipped his trousers, freeing his cock so that he could touch himself. He inched towards your spread pussy, one hand on his cock and the other keeping your panties out of the way and practically dived in, eagerly lapping at your folds, causing Steve to hum in amusement.
The sensation was painfully overwhelming, with Steve’s fingers now rubbing at your hood, and Mike’s lips licking and sucking on your insides. It was beyond pornographic, and you wondered whether this was genuinely helpful or just a self-serving ruse. 
“Ugh,” you moaned, and pushed Mike’s head deeper into you, prompting yet another reaction from Steve.
“Seems like he can do something well, hm? I suppose this is the part where everything goes to shit?”
“For your information, I never said I couldn’t make her cum,” Mike snapped, staring daggers into Steve as he momentarily drew himself away from your cunt. 
“I’ll admit –” he began, stopping to groan as he began thrusting faster into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing around his cock and nose repeatedly making contact with his pants, “--That’s impressive, but it’s child’s play. You’re a child, Mike. She needs a real man…” 
Even though it was wrong, your pussy twitched around Mike as the pair bickered; using your body like a ragdoll. You weren’t a person to them, but a vessel, and it was sparking something within Mike that you hadn’t seen, licking along your folds and up towards your clit, flicking his tongue upon the nub as two fingers pumped into you. All he’d needed was a bit of ‘friendly’ competition.
“Mike —” you whimpered against Steve’s cock. “I’m gonna —”
“Get off her, Mike,” Steve commanded, and the younger man obeyed, his frustration growing deeper. The Dr drew himself from your face, leaving a trail of spit against your swollen lips.
“That’s not how this is going to go –” he stated, guiding your body so that you were spread flat on top of his desk, your legs dangling off of the sides. Steve towered above you, and even though Mike was in the room you felt like a shrew underneath his predatory gaze, waiting to be devoured. You stared up at him with wide eyes, and you almost came as he smiled down at you, a large, calloused hand rubbing along the sides of your body, spreading your cunt effortlessly with two fingers and admiring the mess you’d made.
“--I’m gonna fuck her, and you’re gonna watch. Got it?” he said forcefully, staring Mike down. “Don’t try to save her, Mike. She doesn’t need saving. Let it go,”
Mike nodded, and Steve barely gave you any time to react before he thrust into you, practically gasping at the hot, wet sensation against his aching cock. His grip on your legs were firm, slinging them around his waist so that he had full control over you, relishing in the sight of your breasts moving with every motion, and your mouth agape as he filled you up. Mike was stroking himself, his face flushed as he watched you intently, completely inebriated on oxytocin. There were no sympathetic smiles or gentle hugs when he couldn’t ‘perform’, but a different person entirely - the sex goddess you deserved to be. It was dirty, and so very wrong, but he was enjoying every moment.
Steve’s thrusts were getting faster now, to the point that you could feel his thighs slap against your own, much more his heavy balls against your aching pussy, causing the desk to creak. His eyes darkened as one hand made its way to your throat, squeezing ever so slightly as his cock seemed to hit at you from every angle.
“You like this, hmm?” he cooed, a large smirk wiped across his face. “Getting fucked by an older man whilst your mess of a boyfriend watches? He can’t make you moan like I do, huh?” 
You could barely answer, but managed to shake your head.
“Hm, you’re pretty fucked up, aren’t you? I think you and I should have a little private session n’ work some of those issues through…”
You moaned louder, and Steve let out a gleeful cackle before looking over at Mike, who was in a daze. 
“I consider myself a fair guy. Get over here,” he gestured to him, and once he was there you took Mike’s cock in your mouth, helping him finish what had been started. He threw his head back as you eagerly licked and sucked on his tip, using your hands to stroke his base and steady him in your mouth. 
You’d reached complete overstimulation; and you could feel a familiar heat pooling in your stomach, your body instinctively beginning to grind itself on Steve’s cock. Mike drew himself deeper into your mouth, briefly making you choke at his desperate motions, and Steve placed his hands onto your hips, holding you down and beginning to fuck you mercilessly.
“Touch her,” he ordered, and Mike began rubbing your pussy in circles, adding to the unfathomable feeling. “Feel how much she’s trembling because of me. She’s such a slut, you know that? You might own her heart, but I own her pussy – Fuck – She’s perfect...”
The sound of his throaty voice made you unravel, and you threw your head back as you came, desperately pulling Mike into a kiss as you did. It was euphoric, made all the more otherworldly when Steve said a certain few words:
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up real good, like a real man does. Didn’t you see the way she begged and moaned for me? Our pretty little fucktoy —”
He came with a loud groan and his glasses almost slid off of his face as he lurched forward whilst his fingers left marks on your skin as he held you down to pump his hot, heavy seed into your aching hole. You were both sweaty, and you felt your eyes flutter shut from the exhaustion. As Steve rode off his high he drew his hips back, watching his seed slowly drip out of you and onto his desk. 
Smirking, he caught his breath before walking over to assume Mike’s position at your mouth, looking down at him expectedly.
“It’s your turn. I hope you don’t mind the mess I’ve made,”
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elsfairy · 5 months
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emi forgive me for the request i’m about to give you but what about telling loser!abby to spit on a different set of lips for the first time…if you catch my drift
cami jesus christ........ uh yes ofc? 🫠😵‍💫
It caught her off guard.
you could tell by the way her tongue stopped moving against your folds instantly, how slowly she lifted her head from between your still-shaking thighs to look up at you. You hadn’t been dating that long, and maybe you were just silently praying that she hadn’t exactly heard your demand, and just thought that she was doing something wrong with her tongue, or her fingers weren’t doing good enough. Quite the opposite actually, she was doing everything perfectly. “what?” her voice was so quiet that you almost missed her question.
Of course, she heard you perfectly. How did you miss the signs? How did you miss the tips of her ears becoming a little redder? Her cheeks became rosy the longer she watched you, her lips very much still covered by the taste of you, waiting for you to say something— repeat what you had said not even 5 minutes ago. “what did you say?” She questioned again, her hands quickly moving to rest on your thighs.
“Spit on it— you know?”
She knew, but she wasn’t so used to hearing it coming from your mouth, and for some reason that made her even shier.  You’ve barely said anything so obscene before, and now that she’s sitting in front of you, shamelessly staring at your cunt, fingers moving on their own accord as they slide through your wet folds, you wish you hadn’t because you don’t know what she’s thinking. “Want me to spit right here?” the soft question breaks the silence, her eyes flickering to yours when you oh so quietly whimper at her touch. “yeah?”
“Yeah, spit on my pussy . . ”
Her face was beetroot red, a small smirk etching its way onto her lips but it didn’t stop her from getting back into the position she was in before your demand, right in between your legs where she belonged. Abby was the shy one, always blushing when you’d hold her hand, shy away when you would kiss her, and stumble nervously over her words when you’d simply compliment her, but with how her eyes were still locked with yours, watching you closely, had you becoming a little shier than usual. “Abby if you don’t—”
She was so nasty with it. The coldness of her spit hitting your cunt pulled out such a filthy whimper from you and it was such a simple action, yet you loved it more than you thought. The longer she just stared before doing anything, you were mere seconds away from either grabbing her braid and begging her to do it or crying out of frustration. But you weren’t excepting her to keep eye contact with you the whole time, spitting directly onto your cunt, using her tongue to swirl the spit that dripped, over your folds, and having the balls to hum and chuckle breathlessly against your pussy.
Your thighs shaking, moans slipping out your lips and she’s just laying there, lazily making out with your clit, hands gripping at your soft hips, while you’re barely breathing when she’s doing it again, again and again until your legs are tightening around her head, trapping her there.
“One more time, i promise baby”
It wasn’t just one more.
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c0pkiller · 9 months
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JUST THE TIP + Eren has been on a mission to get into your pants ever since he met you but you haven't been interested. Eventually, you're tired of him coming onto you so you decide to give him a chance to prove his reputation to you - and he takes that as a challenge. Available on ao3.
CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, sm.ut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, slight manipulation, teasing, vag.inal fing.ering, pet names, baby girl, cu.m eating, Eren has a big dick, dirty talk, doggy style, begging, spanking (if you squint), possessiveness, rough se.x, backshots
Everyone knows how much I love college au Eren T_T okay.. at this point, I'm just writing the same fic over and over again because writing this little thing felt just like how it felt when I writing Virgin Slayer (doesn't help that I was completely out of the blue drafting a part 7 for that series too even though it's been finished for like FIVE MONTHS) Anyway you guys know that I've been downloading all the wicked whims mods on the sims 4 and watching Eren fuck me for the last few days (actual loser incel shit but whateva) and I meant to write like a little 1k blurb about this position that I like but it ended up being like 4k-ish???
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“Come on, pretty girl. What do I have to do to get your attention?” Eren whispered in your ear, words like honey and oh-so-convincing. You’ve rejected Eren at least a dozen times. He’s not unattractive. Maybe it’s at the fault of all the hearsay that’s floating around about him. The two of you attend the same college and, out of at least five thousand students, you still have a lot of classes together. Not to mention, Eren kind of inserted himself in your friend’s group. You know about Eren Jaeger though. All of those stories have to have some truth to them and when you look behind you to get a look at his face, lips bitten and green eyes trained only on you, you almost give in - and he can see that hesitance. 
Eren takes that hesitance as an invitation to push you a little further. Your pretty knees wobble, exposed thanks to your skirt (would absolutely love to ease the skirt right off your body) and you glare at him once more. “Why don’t you find someone else to bother?” You give him words full of venom. Still, like always, your admirer never listens and places his hands on his chest as if he’s been physically wounded by your harsh words - but they really can’t hurt that bad when they’re coming out of those pretty glossed lips. 
Eren smacks his lips, long strides keeping up with you like it’s nothing. “I didn’t think I was bothering you. I’m just walking you home.” A fake innocent smile. You’re not a fool. You can tell well enough what his motives are with you but emerald green eyes and shoulder-length chestnut hair are getting hard to keep rejecting. 
You don’t let your doubts shine through, revealing that you’re actually interested in his advances and giving him the same roll of the eyes that you’ve always given him. “Fine.” You shrug. There’s no harm in letting him walk you to your dorm. Halfway there, a question bubbles up at the bottom of your throat. You’ve been curious about this for months. The look that he gave you the first time the two of you met had you scratching your head and hoping answers would fall out. What is it about me? Eren’s beautiful actually. He’s such an attractive guy and honestly, he shouldn’t have a shortage of girls interested in him. Why is he following you around like a lost puppy and taking your crumbs of attention that you’re willing to dole out to him? “What is it about me that makes you act like this?” You ask him, nearing your apartment building. 
He looks at you bewildered that you’ve finally shown an interest in him, asked him a question and such a strong one at that. “I just think you’re cute.” He beams, answers short and sweet. Straight to the point. But when you shrug it off, likely not finding the answer sufficient, he speaks up once more. “I mean, I can’t lie to you Y/N. My intentions are less than honorable.” You understand what he means immediately but, save for a conscious wobble of your knees, you don’t stop walking alongside Eren. He musters up that sly grin - the one that can certainly talk you and any other woman into doing something you ordinarily wouldn’t - and doesn’t stop his words. You contemplate everything that passes those pink lips, every syllable. “If that’s okay with you.” You don't give him an answer, not really knowing it yourself. 
The two of you trek up the stairs to your apartment and you’re still running over his words. You’re contemplating on whether or not you’re okay with what he said - what his intentions with you are and, by the time the two of you are stopping in front of your door, your mind still isn’t made up yet. You both awkwardly stand together in front of your locked door and you refuse to pull your eyes from your shoes. “Could I come in?” He asks, leaning a bit on the door frame. You both know what Eren is asking you. He’s not asking you if he can come in and use the restroom. He’s not asking you if he can get a glass of water or something mundane. 
Before too much time passes, you nod your head and fumble over your keys to get the door open. You both step inside and your eyes survey the area. You left the place decently clean before you rushed out this morning. He’s always had a way of making himself at home wherever he goes though so he’s quick to take a seat on the bed, guiding you by the hand to sit with him. 
You stare into those pools of green and try in earnest to make up your mind. When Eren leans in, you move away without even thinking about it. He looks to you for an answer on why you’re hesitant. “I just don’t think…” But, fu.ck, you don’t know what you’re thinking. Do you really want to become another trophy under Jaeger’s belt? 
Eren chuckles at your hesitance. “Are you a vir.gin?” Those words alone cause your temper to rise. He must be joking. So, anytime a girl doesn’t fall to her knees over him, she must be a scared little vir.gin right? Who does he think he is? Your eyes fall to his body, biceps exposed by the black t-shirt he’s wearing and muscles on full display. Yeah, he may be attractive. He may be a s.ex god. But he’s a co.cky bastard. 
“No!” You shout defensively. Just because you’re not so quick to fu.ck every guy that asks you doesn’t mean you’re a vir.gin and the scrunched eyebrows and defensive demeanor are enough for Eren to notice his error and backtrack on his words. 
“That’s not how I meant it, baby girl.” It is. "I’m still just trying to figure you out. That’s all.” He keeps on talking, what he does best. If talking girls into sleeping with him were a viable career move, he’d be banking millions by now. Eren’s hand moves to cup your cheek, your eyes shifting onto his. "We'd look so good together." He whispers as his lips get close to yours and the last of your resolve shatters. "Let me show you." Eren's words are cut off when you finally let him kiss you properly.
And once he gets his kiss, he's not backing off. You wince as his hand runs up your side, fingers pinching the fabric of your top as if he’s daring himself to tear it right then and there. But when he pulls back, he can’t take his eyes off your dazed expression. You’re like a frightened rabbit that’s found itself at the mouth of a heavily-populated wolf den. He’ll take his time with someone as fragile as you, someone so vanilla and afraid. His hands are so good at wandering into places where they don’t belong. Long and spindly fingers, small tats adorning the digits lift your top up ever so slowly. Like a frightened rabbit, he reminds himself. You surprise him though when your hands make their way to wrap around his - equally tatted - neck. Pretty polished fingers run against the inky smooth skin there and he dares himself to pull the shirt all the way up, finding that your pretty t.its are clad in a lacy bralette. His fingertips pad against your warm skin. His touch is more welcome than you thought it would be. 
You moan when he presses his palms to your supple mounds. “Eren.” And you can’t stop his name from forming on your lips when you feel him roll your nipples between his thumbs and yanking as lightly as his patience will let him. “So pretty.” He mumbles, kissing your cheek and down your neck. Eventually, Eren makes his way down to your chest. Green eyes quickly glance upwards to check that you were still okay. You don’t tell him to stop. You can barely open your eyes to bask in the view of the beautiful boy lavishing your body. 
He lets his hands roam wherever they desire, taking control of this situation and taking full control of your body. You card all ten of your fingers into his threads of hair when his own sneaky digits go past the waistband of your panties. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.” He kisses all the way down to your tummy, feeling you become sensitive under his touch. The way that he gently rubs your cl.it in a way that no guy has ever done before. You’ve been with others, sure, but Eren is moving with expertise - with copious amounts of experience. You give him the satisfaction of winning you over when you moan aloud. He finally got you into bed. 
You find yourself tugging his auburn roots as he glides two fingers in and out of you and kisses along your inner thigh. “You rejected this? Really?” Eren mumbles against the skin of your thigh and watches as your knees rise like two towers along the palace of your body. The girl writhing beneath him and so satisfied with two long fingers - when he’s barely even trying. He just knew you’d be easy to please. “You want more?” He asks you through a kiss placed on your knee. Your eyes tell him how you're still on the fence about fu.cking him. He can see that you don't know if you're ready to join the long list of girls that he's fu.cked. "Just let me put the tip in." Surely, you can handle just that. The idea of feeling the mushroom tip of his di.ck being thrusted into your puckered hole is almost too much to bear. The idea has you gasping and, before you can stop yourself, you’re fisting the fabric of his shirt and mumbling for him to take it off. 
Just the tip, his words ring in your head. “Okay.” You finally open your eyes and look at the guy that you’ve been rejecting for weeks, still feeling the buzz under your skin from the way his fingers have been working your cu.nt. You watch dreamily as Eren makes a show of licking your jui.ces off his hand. “You’re fu.cking shameless.” You complain breathlessly, throwing an arm over your face and trying to force your eyes to focus on literally anything else in your room.
“You’re fu.cking loving it though.” He laughs, shifting your bodies. Eren throws his shirt over his body. You run your palm over his ripples of abs, confirming that you are definitely loving it. You had no idea that he was hiding such a body under his shirt. You don’t even have to look up to be able to tell that he’s smirking in satisfaction but you don’t let your hand falter. You continue to rub smooth circles over the tight muscles, entranced. 
"You're so wet already." And your body is getting hotter, needier, with every second that passes by. "From just my fingers?" He rubs your thighs, letting the friction of his touch set you ablaze and doesn’t stop until you're squirming underneath him - just what he wanted from you. 
You groan as Eren takes his sweet time pulling his pants off (intentionally taking ages, intentionally making a show of it) but the gasp that escapes your lips when you see his co.ck bounce against his stomach - and fuck, it must be at least nine inches. At least. It hits right above his belly button. The look that crosses your face has him snickering. “Don’t worry, baby.” He lays back down and grabs your waist, squeezing tightly. “Just the tip, like I promised.” 
He can tell that you’re rethinking things upon seeing exactly how big he actually is. You’re not sure why you thought that he wasn’t really worth a fu.ck. You were certainly not expecting him to pull out this weapon though. Your head gets foggy and you allow him to position you the way he’d like you. Just the tip, you remind yourself. He’ll fu.ck you with his tip and cu.m and you won’t have to deal with him asking you for pu.ssy or annoying the hell out of you.
Eren lays you on your stomach, crawling over your naked body to blanket you. His hands are tender and you can tell that he’s trying hard not to spook you. Not only that, but you can tell that Eren’s trying to make this good for you too. You can feel his ulterior motives though. He kisses along your jaw, leaving a wet line in the wake of his lips. “Just the tip.” You nod your empty head, believing him and his empty promise. He whispers and you screw your eyes shut at the feeling of him rutting his hips into your backside. When the mushroom tip breaches your pu.ssy, feeling you clench around the foreign object slowly entering your body. 
You can’t contain yourself. Moans leave your lips without hesitation. You don’t have enough time to stop yourself from letting the embarrassing sounds out and Eren takes great satisfaction in pulling them out of you and knowing that he only needs the first inch to have you leaking all over the bedsheets. His eyes train on your fists, gripping your blanket as if you’re already wrecked from nothing. The girth alone is enough to have you crying. 
"Ugh, fu.ck, Eren.. yes!" You cry at the sensation of his fat tip moving inside of you, feeling way better than you thought you would. Pride swells in his chest. He rolls his hips, having a bit.ch of a time keeping his promise to only feed you his tip… until you beg for more.
“You like that, pretty girl?” His hip movements are fluid and his entire co.ck is aching to be sheathed inside of you. You nod your head and squeeze around him again. He can tell that you’re seconds away from asking for more than just the tip. "But this isn't enough to make you cu.m, is it?" You just need the extra push. Eren reaches between your bodies and wanders his hand further down until he’s rubbing soft circles on your sensitive cl.it. He rubs his soft circles in tune with the restricted thrusts and smiles when the first signs of tears start running down your pretty face. 
Really and truly, he’d be okay with just fu.cking you with the tip - and only the tip - but the way you feel around him, clenching and soaking, has Eren easing yet another inch in. Co.ckslut that you are, all you can do is moan and grip the sheets for dear life. “Ah, fu.ck.” You cry out. “Eren,” You cry out. “Give… give me.” A bead of saliva runs down your chin.
Eren smiles into the skin of your neck and you can feel the satisfaction in his every movement. “Give you what, baby? Tell me,” He huffs in bliss. “Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you.” You never have to beg, he thinks. He just wants to hear it in your voice. He wants you to tell him that you want every inch of him inside of you, wants to hear you say that you need him. 
You groan in frustration. He just presses his chest further into your back and pulls out a little to get you needier. “I want it all.” You cry, letting him win. “I want the whole thing. Please, please let me have it, Eren.” And he can’t see your face but he knows that it’s scrunched up in need and frustration. 
Eren buries his fingers in your hair, trying to refrain himself from yanking your head back to deliver you some harsh strokes. “Next time I ask you for this pu.ssy, you gonna give it to me?” He teases a bit. Giving you another inch to make you more obedient. His di.ck does its job. You fumble over your words to answer him but eventually find the right words, exactly what he wants to hear. 
You never thought you’d find yourself here, sobbing underneath the man that you’ve been trying (in vain) to not fuck and begging him to fu.ck you. Eren really turned the tables on you. “Ye-yes! Yes! Yes!!” You chant hopelessly, trying in vain to push your hips back and take more of him into yourself. Your actions are met with a spank to your thigh and a reprimand. 
But did you really think that would be enough? After the run around you gave him? After all the work you made him put in for a little pu.ssy? You’re gonna have to be a little more specific. "Yes, what baby?" He teases. "What are you saying yes for, hm?"
You feel the breath being knocked out of your body, with the few inches that Eren is generous enough to feed you. You would’ve thought that you would be above begging, especially begging for a di.ck that you rejected but he’s got you pinned underneath him, pu.ssy throbbing and making a mess over this. “Ye-yes, I’m gon-na give it to you. Ah-anytime you ask!” 
He’d like more. Eren pushes in, inch by inch and never pauses. He’d like to hear more of those pathetic pleas come out of your pretty lips. The way that you squeeze around him, the desperation in your voice, on your breath. It was so easy. You’ve earned this whole thing, haven’t you? 
Your moans bounce off the walls of your dorm for anyone to hear as he slowly pushes into your needy little hole. "Is this my pu.ssy?” His thrusts speed up and he slides his arms under yours to anchor your bodies to each other. His tip brushes against a particularly sensitive spot in your core and you whine, scooting as if you’re trying to run away from him but it’s not long before he can feel his di.ck fu.cking you dumb, until you’re a stupid whining mess. 
At this point, you’ve got no idea what you’re agreeing to. “Yes.” You just know his word is law right now. It’s a mantra. Yes, yes, yes. Anything for him. Anything for more. You feel like you’re answering the same question over and over again but his thrusts grow fluid and his hips are expert. You would say whatever he wanted. 
"Say it then. Say it's mine." Eren has you hypnotized. He doesn’t have to ask twice, sweat dripping from both of your bodies by the time he’s slamming into you and causing your bed to creak. All of your pillows fall to the ground one by one and he grinds his hips into yours. 
Your empty brain is working overtime and all you want is to focus on moaning, on feeling every inch slide in and out of you. "It's yours. It's yours. It's yours." You say under your breath, unable to even do something as simple as opening your eyes right now. 
Eren breathes hotly against your neck and lets your senses overflow with the sensations that he’s feeding you. The clapping sound of his skin smacking against yours is deafening. Your dead weight is easy to manhandle. He loves the way you just lay there and take everything he gives you. Eren looks down where your bodies meet and lets his eyes linger on the bounce of your a.ss every time his hips slam into yours. “Sit up.” You ignore him in favor of laying there and moaning like a bit.ch that doesn’t know how to fu.ck. “Nah, sit up." He pulls you up by your throat before he can talk himself out of it. One hand wraps securely around your throat and he can feel the vibrations of each moan you let bubble up out of your mouth on the palm of his hand. His other hand keeps your wrist secure in its place so that your body is bent at the knees and waist. 
"Why?" You whine, forgetting what’s going on - fully forgetting that he’s the dominant one. You may be kind enough to give Eren a little pu.ssy after watching him beg for it, but don’t forget that he’s the one in charge and he shows it. Through harsher, more punishing thrusts, he shows every bit of it. 
"Because I told you to, the fu.ck?" Eren roughly squeezes your wrists, forcing your body to fall into a hover. All you want to do anymore is obey so you let him position you like a rag doll. You let him thrust in and out at the animalistic pace he’s got set and fu.ck you deep with his entire length. “You’re a tough girl. You can take it.” He compliments. He’s strong enough to hold you up as he fu.cks you roughly up until the hilt. 
Your hair falls in your face, blinds you to everything in front of you. You’re relying on touch, the feel of his hands gripping you in all the right places to keep you in position. “Feels so good.” You slur, blind and constricting around him, squeezing him for dear life because everything feels so unbelievably good. If you had known Eren would feel this good, you would’ve fu.cked him a long time ago.
“Yeah? I know, baby.” His tone turns gentle and Eren leans his mouth close to your ear to be extra sure that you can hear exactly what he has to say. “I know you’re feeling good, pretty girl.” He knows how good he is. 
“I’m feeling good too.” It’s apparent by the way his thrusts grow erratic and impatient, like he’s about to spill right away. Your sounds of pleasure are plenty enough for him to reach his peak. You don’t have to put in a lot of effort. You don’t have to put on a show for him. Your pretty body is plenty for him. He knew you would be good. He’s getting close and his brain is getting cloudy - forcing him to say things he wouldn’t usually say. “If I ever catch you giving this pu.ssy to anyone else, I’ll fu.cking hate you forever, Y/N.”
That’s the nail in the coffin. “Hah- ahh. C-cu.mming.” You moan, fighting the urge to let yourself fall back into the blankets. His strokes are quick and deep, always hitting the special spot inside of you and not missing once. Your g-spot is mercilessly abused by him and he shows no sign of stopping until you come first. 
The drag of his co.ck is so good against your cl.it. It’s not long before you’re making a mess. “That’s it, love. Get it nice and wet for me.” His words are vulgar, everything you need to come hard and that’s exactly what happens. You let out a string of curses as it hits you in waves. 
Eren has mercy on you, can tell that you’re out of strength and lets you collapse onto the sheets to leave a leaking mess in your wake. Your cu.nt is so soft, slippery, and wet but he finds the presence of mind to pull his co.ck and out. You can hear the muted shlick shlick of his palm running up and down the entirety of his length and it takes almost no time for you to feel the tingle of Eren’s hot cu.m spreading across your back as he rains it down with a throaty groan. 
You almost wish he had let himself spill inside of you, although you’re unprotected and know deep down inside that that’s a terrible idea. You can’t help yourself though. You want to feel him hot inside of you. You wanted to feel him warming up your insides and let himself shoot his cu.m into the deepest part of your body. 
Eren collapses next to you, narrowly avoiding falling right on top of you with all of his weight. His heavy breathing turns into a fit of soft snores before you know it and your body’s exhaustion catches up to you. He falls asleep like it's nothing, like a worn out kid. It’s actually cute as fu.ck. You let your hand wander to Eren’s pretty face. His skin is smooth and flushed with exertion. You prop yourself up on your elbow and rest your chin in the palm of your hand to brush sweaty bangs out of his face to get a good look at him, the boy that proved himself right; that he would give you the best fu.ck of your life. Without disturbing himself from his sleep, Eren slings an arm over your body and pulls you until you’re pressed tightly to his chest - just two naked bodies tucked in close to each other in a room made of kept promises and unabashed pleasure.
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“No Nut November” Pt.3
| Repost: 01.09.23 | 1.4K | Mature |
NRC 3rd Years X GN!Reader
| Sexual Themes | Masturbation | Flirting | Sorta Creepy | Voice Kink | Phone Masturbation(One-sided) | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |
Earl’s Notes: A special thanks, to those who have reposted and shared as such with me<3
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♡ TREY CLOVER ♡
LOSER #ONE
Let me preface all this with those who lost, lost most definitely on purpose, except for Cater and Idia. Trey’s losing. That’s his first thought when Ace and Deuce ramble about it to him and knows he’ll lose if you’re anywhere near him. If you just don’t ever acknowledge his existence, he’s automatically winning. But you don’t, 'cause he’s got baked goods that you like and they're free. Ain’t no way you're avoiding him. Trey also doesn’t take NNN super seriously, so it’s okay if he loses. I also have this slight thing that Trey already loves when people eat his deserts, but with you, it turns him alil on, not in a creepy way, but ya know. He’s turning the other way if you get any sorta food stuck on your lips, or face.
Ngl, he probably daydreamed about this exact scenario, as much as he hates to admit. He just learned a new recipe for your favorite dessert, deciding to add a Lil whipped cream. He was so proud of himself, as he texted you about it, and you, being a loyal friend without hesitation, pull up. You and whip cream, we know what this leads to. You, silly Lil, you end up with whipped cream on your face. Trey, without skipping a beat, imagines it as his cu—he has to excuse himself. Moving to his room to jack one-off. He’s extremely guilty after.
“I’m glad you like the dessert. I made it with you in mind.”
♡ CATER DIAMOND ♡
LOSER #TWO
Stood not a chance. Wasn’t even gonna try. He’s such a horn dog. It’s almost embarrassing at this point. 90% of the time, you're responsible for his third boner of the day. Because Cater is such a social phone person, he has multiple pictures and most definitely trades with Ruggie. He just has the most innocent to the most scandalous (as in you sleeping at Heartslabyul, don’t be weird) Like he has access to you, or your pictures 24/7, a recipe for disaster.
So, as always, it’s a nightly ritual at this point. Laying on his back, his roommates are far into dreamland. It’s late as his eyes gradually run along the phone screen, slowly pumping his dick. Your name is a silent cry on his lips. He’s shamelessly losing and doesn’t give a damn.
“[Nickname]! You are simply the cutest, letting me take a pic!”
♡ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ♡
LOSER #THREE
Not only is it a chore to participate, but also a chore to actually do the deed. As well as Ruggie sending photo after photo of you, being you. Which has the lion beastman slightly interested, but far too damn lazy. Leona is lasting till the end of the month, simply because he doesn’t get horny, like could go weeks without masturbation. So it really is a ‘if he feels like it’ situation. Like if he needs to cum, he’s going to. Not some imaginary competition is stopping him. Though Leona attempts the competition for about 5 minutes before he’s bored with it.
He definitely forgets for the later weeks of November, till one compromising moment. Not even something inherently sexual, you had massages his ears, something that only lovers would do. Most definitely tried to ignore the boner that tightened his boxers as he tried to sleep, tossing in turning. He finally settles with a growl, nearly shoving his hands into his underwear. (Though I’m personally a firm believer Leona would never wear clothes to bed, you and Ruggie probably begged him to at least wear underwear so that when you had to wake the lion prince, he didn’t whack you in the face with that horse of his. Ruggie’s actually been slapped, which is hilarious)
“Leave me be, Herbivore. I’m not doing something so dumb.”
♡ VIL SCHOENHEIT ♡
WINNER #ONE
Short and sweet, if he’s going to cum to you, it’s going to be within your presence. He’s not going to fantasize about you, he’s going to have you. So he’ll wait till he has you. Period.
“I have no desire, Spudling. Why is it you care? Do you desire to bed me?”
♡ ROOK HUNT ♡
LOSER #FOUR
We saw how he is with Neige and this man damn near nearly cums with anything he sees as beautiful. Like he’s weird. Rook Hunt is mad weird. Though I love him for it. #RookHuntforPresident. Similarly to Cater, he has photos of you, physical and digital, and honest access to you at any point, though he’d never masturbate to you in a tree outside of ramshackle, he has thought about it. He honestly is similar to Vil. He wants to be able to fully experience you and revel in the moment with you, but he ends up thinking about it far too much which leads him being hot and bothered.
So that’s why he loses and isn’t that so beautiful, that he can put competition aside for love and beauty. His breath comes out as short huffs, legs unusually shaking, his hat discarded to the side. His face flush and eyes that seemed to glow, a low moan of your name, cum sputtering from his dick head.
“Mon très cher Trickster, permettez-moi de prendre soin de vous de toutes les manières!”
♡ IDIA SHROUD ♡
INDEFINITE LOSER
Idia is a hentai-watching, cum-drinking slut for you. Like I don’t make the rules. He hypes himself up for NNN, bragging, chatting, confident with all his lil e-friends, til the actual day NNN begins. His goal was to simply ignore you, like as if you didn’t exist, like you wouldn’t just show up uninvited. How hadn't he included that in his calculations? Most definitely has a school uniform kink, like have you met this man? You could be dressed for a day at the church and he’s cumming at the thought of you sucking him off while the choir sings of the lord. He’s shameless.
His hair wildly burning pink, voice stuttering as his tongue runs across his lips, trying to stop himself from drooling and cumming as he fucked his hand, leaning back in his gaming chair. Your voice is just so nice. His eyes roll into the back of his skull, a shuddered breath as he realizes he’s close. He damn near breaking his phone to hang up as he cums, painting his computer screen. Leaving you on the other line, completely confused.
“I-I-I wasn’t avoiding you! Just—Just working…. Yes! This game counts as work! Get Out!”
♡ MALLEUS DRACONIA ♡
WINNER #TWO
Now, why would you tell this man about NNN? Cause he’s genuinely distraught. Like should he win in your honor, or should he simply indulge in his desires to bed you? Literally asking Lilia, the worst person to ask, cause Lilia is having a field day. Best day of Lilia’s life. He’s telling Malleus to simply have fun and try. It’s better that way if you wait. The problem is Malleus doesn’t want to wait. Spoiled royal rich boy. I swear. Why must he suffer in simply doing what he pleases with his soon-to-be darling? Half of Diasomnia recognizes you as Malleus’ spouse, which is a little problematic once you actually go to the dorm and half the people are referring to you as if you're royalty. Malleus is absolutely pleased that Diasomnia accepts you, even though you aren’t together yet.
Malleus is the only one on this list who will directly go to you. Without a doubt, just appearing with little fairy lights in your bedroom, a large unhidden bulge. Like who let a horse in the house. Literally scares you out of your skin. Grim, luckily, isn’t home. He’s sorry but swears it’s urgent. Thinks you jacking him off is a loophole to NNN, he’s a darling. So when you send him away, embarrassed as hell, he’s sulking in his bedroom. Refusing to masturbate unless you're there. (Deadass sitting with arms crossed, glaring at the wall with a pout, boner still very prominent. He’s a spoiled, royal rich kid.)
“Then I will simply make them mine. That way I can indulge happily.”
♡ LILIA VANROUGE ♡
LOSER #SIX
Menace. Loses, cause it’s funny. You being scared by him turns him on. Like it’s hot to see your body flinch, and your eyes widen. Loves it. He’s lived so, so long, so the oddest of things turn him on. This is probably a cycle through all of November, him scaring you, but purposely not cumming till the very last day.
Teeth digging into his lower lip, hand slowly teasing, dragging along his cock, imagining it's you. Rolling his head to the side with a hot chuckle. Your name is hot and playful on his tongue. You’re so worth the wait, so worth the pain. Though this isn’t a victimless crime, you feel what he felt one day. (Bout to become a Lilia Supremacist)
“Fufufu~ [Name], you teasing little thing~”
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Your so pretty it hurts
Pairings - clarisse larue x Femme lesbian! Reader
Synopsis- clarisse doesn’t know what the hell to do- either she ruins her friendship or she has to live with the guilt
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The camp bonfire was glowing brighter and bigger than normal as most campers were celebrating something that clarisse couldn’t care to remember.
All that she was focused on was you laughing with your friends. You wore a cute simple lace cherry tanktop with some sweatpants. Clarisse’s pupils dilated as she admired your look, she always loved that tanktop on you.
However her fixation was broken when you walked over. “Hey loser” you joked and sat beside her. You leaned onto clarisse and wrapped your arms around her shoulder.
Clarisse rolled her eyes in retaliation but softly wrapped her hand to your waist. “What do you want”
You frowned. “Nothing”
“Uh huh”
“I’m serious!”
You sat up and clarisse gave a sarcastic look, it was one of her favorite things to do was to make you mad. “So what, no ‘can I have your jacket’ or ‘can I have your s’mores’ “ she teased all while softly rubbing circles on your hips.
“Well since you want to be such a pain in the ass I’ll take the s’mores” you sarcastically spoke but smiled as she leaned over and grabbed the allium square.
“Everything’s in there” clarisse tilted her head and reluctantly let you go as you took the s’more set unwrapping it and starting to prepare it. Your back was facing her so you couldn’t see how softly clarisse was looking at.
The strong hard and intimidating daughter of ares was actually looking at you like she had been in love with you for years.. probably because she had been. Ever since you two met clarisse knew she liked you more than a friend, and Sure Ares Kids and (godly parent) kids didn’t hangout in the same crowd but that never stopped her.
All clarisse wanted was for you to look at her the same but she knew you had eyes for some other girl. “Y/n” she spoke, you turned around with some marshmallow around your mouth.
“Hm” you spoke trying to get the fluff off of your mouth but clarisse leaned forward wiping your mouth down for you. She held onto your face for a moment rubbing your cheek before getting up and leaving
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Some days passed,
Clarisse had been sparring in the arena, at first when you arrived she tried to ignore you. However she immediately folded once you hugged her from behind and whispered your begs in her ear.
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You two were walking around camp. Clarisse was trying to play cool as you grabbed her hand while walking.
“Right and then— your not listening” you stopped walking and sighed. Clarisse jerked slightly forward before looking back
She rolled her eyes unamused “I am your talking about some girl you made out with right”
“Yeah but-“
“So I was listening” You just rolled your eyes and continued to walk with clarisse.
It soon started to rain, annoyed you ran to the Ares cabin with clarisse that was oddly empty.
“Ughh” you complained and went to a mirror “my hair is fucked up” while trying to fix your hair clarisse just shook her head at your dramatic though she would be lying if she didn’t admit she loved how you got
Eventually you just caved and tried to pull your difficult hair back. Walking over to clarisse you opened the trunk that was by her bed and pulled out a camp shirt. “What are You doing”
“Grabbing a shirt since mines soaked” you slid your shirt off and clarisses eyes widened at You white and blue floral bra. Embarrassed she looked away but you laughed. “Common lise i don’t care if you look we’re both girls it’s nothing you haven’t seen before”
She just silently grumbled and waited for you to change. Soon you found yourself laying on the small bed, “so where’s your siblings” you look over but clarisse just shrugged.
“Don’t know or care, we were having a training day but you showed up and interrupted that” she looked back and gave you an intimidating look that most tried to avoid but you just found cute. “Aww it’s ok to say you just enjoy hanging out with me more than training”
Clarisse Just pushed you back down on the mattress as you sat up. “Fine” you scoffed. “Enough about me there any girls you’ve been fooling around with? Someone i gotta be jealous of”
Clarisse found your comment stupid but responded “no actually I’ve got more important things to do than smash faces with someone”
“It’s ok to say you don’t get bitches”
“Ever heard of shut up” she looked back at you but blushed as you raised an eyebrow giving her a teasing look. “Why don’t you fall asleep or something”
“Trying to get me in bed already? How risqué clarisse” you laughed but had your head pushed into the pillow.
Some grumbling and retaliation later you fell asleep with clarisses comforter engulfing your frame. Clarisse who was still sitting on the bed looked back and sighed, she moved a stray piece of hair out of your face and just closed her eyes in defeat.
You two were friends.. you had made that clear early on that you didn’t date friends so any chance she had with you was gone.. it took everything in clarisse to just not confess right there with the off chance you could hear her but she just shook the thought away.
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The bond Fire was a bright pinkish red with large flames. You of course were laughing with your friends and bothering clarisse though she wouldn’t admit it that she actually liked you being around.
“Fuck it’s cold” you complained and hugged your arms. Clarisse leaned back and raised an eyebrow. “This is where you offer me your jacket” you jokingly chastised her.
“Hell no I’m not freezing my ass off because you forgot your jacket” she laughed sarcastically while you hit her shoulder.
“Whatever happened to being a gentleman huh”
“You want a gentleman go talk to Chris I’m sure he’d be more then happy to have you asking for his jacket”
“Ew no, no offense to chris but he’s not exactly my type- he’s missing the extra X chromosome” You winked playfully, both of you continued to go back and forth enjoying the playful banter.
You felt a weight on your shoulders and looked up. “Your cold right” Jane a daughter of Demeter smiled. You awkwardly looked around while clarisse gave a harsh glare to the girl behind you.
“Uh.. yeah thanks“
“She didn’t need your jacket” clarisse intervened. Jane shrugged her shoulders and gave an awkward face.
“Yeah Well i don’t recall asking you” - clarisse stood up and pushed jane back slightly getting into her face. You quickly joined her and tried to stop her.
“Hey! Hey” You yelled. “Dude what is wrong with you” shifting your weight and trying to calm clarisse down. “Her- she’s the problem”
“She’s not intrested jackass” clarisse pushed against you with a miss leading smile. Jane just rolled her eyes while getting more defensive.
She pushed clarisses Hand Away. “Yeah and Why’s That”
“Clarisse!” You yelled at her finally getting her attention. “Sorry Jane” You signed and dragged the fuming daughter of ares away.
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Now standing inside the Ares cabin you continued to argue with the girl before you finally had enough.
“Clarisse!” You complained and hit your hands to your side. “What is your problem” it wasn’t just fustration about the What had just happened, you had realize clarisse had been acting different around you. “For weeks now you’ve been acting weird it’s like I don’t even know you! Lise your my best friend just talk to me”
She just stood there irritated and rubbed her eyes. After debating it for a moment clarisse moved closer to you and tucked some hair behind your ear. She brought your faces close and sighed.
“Fuck y/n” she closed her eyes for a moment. “Are You really that dense”
“Wh-“ in that moment clarisse just gave in and pulled You into a kiss.
Shocked at first but slowly you leaned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around the girl. The kiss was short lived however when clarisse pulled away and pushed you off.
“Sorry.. I shouldn’t of done that”
“Shut up”
You grabbed her again and kissed her getting the angry girl to find finally stop and listen. The kiss felt immature with the stark contrast of your soft lips to clarisses chapped ones. You pulled away while keeping your hands around her neck and shoulders. “You ready to talk..” your voice hoarse while you played with one of clarisses curls.
Clarisse looked down and nodded. “I… I really really don’t want to be just friends with you” she practically begged. “It’s stupid i know but I love you”
“Really? Three seconds into asking me out you say I love you, damn clarisse you really aren’t beating the lesbian stereotypes”
“Shut up” clarisse lightly hit you. You just laughed and kissed her softly.
“Mm’s ok I love you to”
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Y’all I actually fucking hate this it sucks so much ass 😭😭
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https-yeonjun · 18 days
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[12:30am] (c.yj)
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wc. 2074
genre. smut
tags. yeonjun x fem!reader, minors DNI, friends with benefits, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, college!au, frat boy!yeonjun, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fwbs to lovers
a/n. repost; i don't know if you guys read my txt as ariana grande songs post from way back when but this was inspired by the yeonjun part of that. this is literally the fic version of that &lt;33 [i have to apologize, i feel like the smut was so rushed in this one but i really wanted to get it out]
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“come to my party tonight.” yeonjun was all but on his knees begging you.
“you’re throwing a party?” the rays of sun peeking in from his blinds shone on you as your were digging through the mess on the floor looking for your clothes.
“my frat is,” he confessed, “i promise, it will be fun.” he quickly added when he saw your face turn sour from the side.
“you know that i don’t like these things.” you finally turn to face him as you pull up your pants. the t-shirt you wore to his place last night was still somewhere in the mess.
“i know,” he drags you back down into bed with him. “but i’ll be there with you the entire time.” he pulls you into a kiss, despite your contests about your class that was starting in half an hour.
in the five and a half months that you had been hooking up with him, you’ve come to know yeonjun as many things – the corny, unserious, silly loser that was posing as the super cool, ultra confident frat social chair – but you didn’t know that he was also a liar. because you had been at this party for an hour and you had only seen him a grand total of once, when you walked in and he told you to wait for him in the kitchen.
so you do as he says and wait in the kitchen for twenty minutes while he’s in the backyard playing some drinking game with his frat brothers. for a moment, you think about going outside to meet him, but you ultimately decide that you were not one to beg for attention. instead, you weave through the sweaty bodies that filled the house and find yourself on the living room couch. looking around the room, you start to wonder why you’re still here.
you’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel a figure beside you. “hey, y/n, right?” you turn to the side to see who called your name and see a tall boy sitting beside you. he looks familiar but you can’t quite place your finger on where you had seen him. “it’s taehyun.” he says after noticing the look of confusion on your face as you try to place where you know him from.
when you still fail to do so, he sighs. “i’m yeonjun’s little. we have advanced comp together.”
“oh, that taehyun. i knew you looked familiar.”
“not familiar enough, if you couldn’t remember me.”
“i’m really bad with faces,” you try to excuse yourself, “and names,” you add, making him chuckle.
“i thought yeonjun would have for sure mentioned me to his girlfriend.” he says to himself, but loud enough for you to hear.
“oh, i’m not his girlfriend.”
“really? i always see you two together, especially around here.”
“we’re just friends. we are not together.” you made sure to especially emphasize the last sentence.
“so, what are you doing here?”
“i was just wondering the same thing,” you mostly say to yourself.
“well, i was going to go outside to play beer pong, but i saw you sitting by yourself.”
“aren’t you the sweetest?” you tease him, making him blush.
“yeah, and i need a partner.”
“oh, i appreciate you keeping me company, but i’m not really a drinker.”
“well, i don’t plan on losing.” he stands up, reaching his hand out for you to join him. you take it with a shy smile and follow him outside to play.
you soon realize that taehyun was right. he was actually really good at beer pong. you guys had already played against two other pairs and you hadn’t once tasted alcohol.
as you guys celebrate your second win, you feel a familiar presence behind you. “i call next round,” you hear your friend’s voice. you and taehyun turn around to see a glaring yeonjun. even though you’re outside and the air is cool, you can’t help but heat up as your blood rushes up to your face when you meet yeonjun’s gaze. to say that this moment is awkward is a gross understatement.
still, taehyun remains as cool as the night. his hands find solace on the back of his neck, rubbing ever so slightly. “yeah, sure, do you have a partner?”
“i think i can take both of you by myself.” yeonjun responds, ever so confidently. you roll your eyes.
tonight you’ve uncovered two important facts about yeonjun that you were not privy to prior. the first, obviously being that he is a liar, and the second being that he is very good at beer pong. not surprising, given that he is a member of a frat, but now intimidating because before you knew it there was only one cup in front of you and it’s his turn again.
taehyun, who has really been the main player of your team, is now barely standing straight. throughout the game, yeonjun has been egging him to drink all your losses for you because he knows that you can’t handle your alcohol, and taehyun, was really a trooper, not wanting to disobey his big.
a crowd begins to form around the three of you and yeonjun carelessly throws the ping pong ball that effortlessly falls into the red solo cup in front of you. the crowd erupts in cheers, yeonjun, seemingly unfazed by the attention, smirks directly at his frat brother, who picks up the cup with despair in his eyes.
you take the cup from him and pour the content onto the grass below you.
yeonjun, still riding the wave of his victory, seizes your arm and pulls you away from the crowd. you shoot taehyun a regretful look, or at least try to. yeonjun is pulling you away too quickly, and he is still looking down, trying to stabilize himself, before he too is dragged off into the party. 
yeonjun leads you upstairs to his room. as the door closes behind you, the jubilant cheers of the crowd are muffled, and it’s just the two of you in the warmth of his bedroom.
“that was so uncalled for,” you tell him, your hands planted firmly on your hips. 
“he’ll be fine,” yeonjun reassures you, his voice low and seductive. he inches closer to you, sliding his hands between you, pulling you into an intimate embrace. “he should know better.” his lips trail along your jawline, peppering kisses in a way that makes your heart race.
“he’s a freshman,” you state, trying to maintain a semblance of seriousness amid the growing intensity. yeonjun’s kisses continue, like he’s deliberately trying to distract you from the brewing conversation.
“and you’re mine.” he declares between kisses. “he shouldn’t be touching what’s mine.”
“i’m not yours, one.” you retort, pushing his head away from you. “two, he wasn’t touching me. and three, you left me in the kitchen for twenty minutes.”
“i’m sorry about that. i shouldn’t have left you alone when i invited you.” yeonjun conceded, trying to bridge the gap between the two of you with another kiss. however, you dodge him, demanding an explanation with a straight face.
“y/n, i’m not going to apologize for telling people in my frat that you’re my girlfriend.”
“wait, you’ve been telling people that i’m your girlfriend?” you move his hands that were previously around your waist. he stands opposite you now, with his hands by his side.
“well, you kind of are,” he responds with a nonchalant shrug.
“no i’m not.”
“you should be.”
“you were the one who said that you weren’t looking for a relationship.”
“but i like you. why is that a problem?”
“because this is the first i’m hearing about this.”
“so do you want me to show you how much i like you?” he proposes, a lingering question that hangs in the charged air between you.
“can we at least talk about this first?”
“we can, but i’ve been wanting to kiss you since i saw you playing with taehyun.” he looks at you with his signature pout. “can i just kiss you first, and maybe we can talk?”
“not maybe. we are going to talk.” you concede and he pulls you into a passionate kiss.
you try so hard not to succumb to him, but his arms are wrapping around your waist in the way that he knows drives you crazy. he pulls you closer to his bed, laying you down gently, his lips still attached to your jawline.
“j-jun,” you moan out his name.
“i know, i know. we’ll talk.” he assures you. “i just wanna make you feel good first – show you how much i like you.” he repeats.
and so you let him.
you let him push your skirt up and slide your panties down. you let him trail kisses along your exposed stomach and down your legs. you let him hide his face between your legs, his head moving up and down as he moans against you. the vibrations send chills down your spine.
his tongue laps your pussy eagerly, his sloppy ruts causing his nose to bump against your clit. “pussy always tastes so sweet for me.” you feel him smile against your core.
you tighten your grip on him using your thighs as you inch closer to your orgasm, but before you could cum, you feel him pull away. “no,” you cry out.
yeonjun looks up at you from between your thighs, his pretty plump lips wet from your arousal. “lemme fuck you. I wanna make my girl feel so good.”
“your girl,” you repeat after him.
“yeah, you’re all mine,” he leans down to kiss you. “my girl.”
yeonjun lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in so gently, you can’t help but gasp at the feeling of him filling you up so well. “feels good, baby?”
you hum in response before wrapping your arms around his body pulling him closer to you. with every subsequent thrust, you feel yourself unraveling around him, his hands exploring the contours of your body. your moans echo through the room and for the first time that night you’re so grateful to the universe that the music from the party downstairs is so loud that you can barely hear yourself think.
yeonjun accelerates his thrusts, his movements becoming less steady by the second. as he inches closer to his climax, he hides his face in the crook of your neck, nibbling on your ear occasionally. his eyes cloud over and his hips begin to stutter. your eyes flutter closed as you feel him pumping his load deep inside you.
yeonjun gently retreives and damp cloth and quickly cleans you up. once he finishes, he joins you in bed, the warmth of his presence settling beside you again.
“i’m not opposed to the idea of being your girlfriend,” you begin after a while, breaking the silence that had settled in the room.
“but?”
“but, you have to make up your mind about what you want.”
“i know what i want,” he assures, tracing patterns on your skin with his fingertips.
you take a deep breath before continuing, “if you want me to be your girlfriend, you can’t just say it in the heat of the moment.”
his gaze meets yours, and there’s a sincerity in his eyes that wasn’t there before. “i know, i get it, y/n.” the two of you lie in silence for another moment. “i really do like you, y/n. it’s not just something i say in the heat of the moment,” he admits. “i guess i’ve just been trying to figure out how to say it properly.”
“i do like you too.” you confess to him. “why do you think i came to this stupid party?” the room feels warmer as you admit your feelings, and yeonjun’s eyes light up with joy. he leans in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss.
“but you still have to apologize to taehyun.” you remind him, gently pulling away from his arms.
“oh, he’ll be fine.” he chuckles, his fingers brushing through your hair.
“i’m serious,” you shoot him a playful scowl. his laughter resonates throughout the room, yet he relents. satisfied, you settle back into his embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. the sounds of the distant party below serves as a reminder of a world outside, but in this moment it’s just the two of you.
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literaila · 5 months
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ughhh i just know peter would take you to that one spot on libraries where couples go makeout
asking
tasm!peter x reader
warnings: peters an idiot, mentions of mono
a/n: welcome to my frat boy peter era
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“i’m not studying,” you tell him as he drags you through stacks of books, looking like he’s searching for something he lost.
“aw,” peter turns his head back so you can see him pout. “really? cause i wanted to go over this chemistry thing with you.”
“where are we going, peter? i’m serious.”
“don’t you trust me?” he squeezes your hand, and you make an effort not to smile.
maybe you should squeeze his hand back until you break his fingers.
“not even the slightest.”
“well, you agreed to go on a date with me,” his face embodies a righteous bastard, which he is. “so there’s that.”
“that was a brief lapse in judgement.”
“i think it’s going well, actually,” he whispers, slowing down so that he’s right beside you. so that he can bump into you as he walks, with his long legs and his stupid hand holding.
but there’s something about it that keeps you from teasing back. “were you worried?”
his temple meets yours, vibrating as he speaks. “not in the slightest.”
“really? cause i’ve been trying to irritate you all night.”
“is that why you ordered that weird appetizer thing? and then didn’t eat any of it?”
“it was a bouillabaiss, thank you.”
peter raises a brow at you, but says nothing. his air of judgement is palpable. you lean back, mock shocked at him.
“peter,” you scold, “don’t ever comment on a persons eating habits. it’s rude.”
“i wasn’t. i was telling you that i thoroughly enjoyed paying for it.”
you grin at him, and he rolls his eyes.
he’s still pulling you along with him, traveling through a labyrinth of shelves, and you don’t expect him to find whatever he’s looking for. in fact, you’re almost sure that you’ve been walking in circles this whole time.
but eventually, peter slows, and he lets go of your hand only to gesture at the piles of books you’ve rounded the corner to.
seriously, piles. none of them are organized, or even somewhat readable. the carpet in this five by five area is noticeably darker, and when you turn to look behind you—making sure that there is actually a way out—you can’t see anything beyond a shelf that looks like every other one in the library.
“is this supposed to be your kidnapping room?” you whisper to peter, loudly. “because i don’t see any shackles.”
“these,” peter gestures around to the beer bottles you’ve only just noticed on the ground, and the suspicious looking mound in the corner, “are the make-out stacks.”
you blink. “the make-out stacks?”
peter hums, bending down to flip through a book—which is in german, naturally—and then puts it back down.
“please tell me that’s the unofficial title,” you beg him, and then spin around, trying to walk out.
but peter grabs your hand again and pulls you close. “nope. didn’t you read any of the freshman tip articles when you first moved here?”
“no, peter, i’m not a loser.”
“well, i knew about this, and you didn’t so…”
you kick an old wrapper. “do you bring all your dates here?”
“only the pretty ones.”
you scoff, shaking your hand out of his and crossing your arms. “and just what did you want to do here?”
“i’m pretty sure it’s in the name,” peter takes a step closer, making you take a step back—which, ultimately lands you pressed up against a bookshelf probably rotting with mold.
“you’re crazy if you think i’m going to kiss you in here.”
“then i’m crazy,” peters smiling at you, but he doesn’t get any closer. “are you worried about someone seeing?”
“i��m severely worried about my intuition,” you retort, rubbing your finger on the spine of a book beside you, and then wiping the dust on peters face. “i’m pretty sure just breathing the air in here is going to give me mononucleosis.”
peter snorts. “that’s just a rumor.”
you laugh back at him—mockingly—and then push him away. “seriously, peter? are you trying to ruin this date?”
peters’s draw drops, and he stands defensively by the—most likely—christened wall. “this is very romantic.”
“this is basically human torture. standing in here is making me want to jump off the roof.”
“that’s just the sexual tension.”
“ha!” you say, and shake your head as you begin to walk out. “i don’t know if i’m irritated or amused,” you mutter, mostly to yourself, but peter is right there.
“c’mon,” he says, picking up the pace to match yours. he’s close again. “i’m trying to help you get to know me.”
“and an essential part of your personality is being a womanizer?”
“i’m an everyoneizer.”
you push his shoulder, trying not to laugh. “this is probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. and i’ve known you long enough to see you do a lot of stupid things.”
peter raises a brow at you. “like what?”
“how about the time you almost set yourself on fire trying to light that grill?”
“it’s not my fault they don’t come with instructions.”
you shake your head, but when peter tries to take your hand, you don’t push him away.
finally, you turn to actually look at him—and brown eyes and stupid blonde hair and stupid smirking peter—and sigh. “no, really. what was that?”
at that, peter looks down, kicking your toe with his shoe. you squint just enough to see his cheeks pink. “i didn’t think you’d appreciate the walking-you-to-your-door-so-i-can-kiss-you-move.”
“so you went with the make-out-spot move?”
“at least you’re apart of a community then,” peter defends, meeting your eyes again. he’s a bit embarrassed, and plenty adorable.
you giggle. “if you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve asked.”
“i did.”
“you tried to infect me with unknown bodily fluids,” you correct, “that’s not what i would call asking.”
“hey, i’ve been there plenty of times and i’ve never gotten—“
you push his face away, groaning. “are you actually trying to get me to leave you here?”
peter laughs, grabbing the hand still trying to attack him. “i’m sorry. can i kiss you?”
“not here, playboy. this is a professional environment.”
“there’s a guy over there watching bluey.”
“professional.”
peter sighs. “fine,” he says, leaning his forehead against yours. “can i kiss you sometime?”
“are you going to buy me dinner again?”
“are you going to order the most expensive thing on the menu?” he asks.
“probably.”
“then yes,” he nudges nose against yours and you really do want to kiss him.
like an insane symptom of stockholm syndrome or frat boy hypnosis.
but you manage not to, and only smile. “c”mon,” you say to him, pulling away, “let’s go find narnia.”
though not before you kiss his cheek, setting your promise to stone.
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ncroissant · 1 day
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switch! doppel francis mosses x dom! gn! reader x sub! francis mosses
summary: double-teaming the real francis with doppel! francis
wc: 1.4k
content warning: nsfw, cock can be viewed as a strap, nipple play (personal fave), throat-fucking, blow jobs, hand jobs, dirty talk, doppel francis is referred to as doppel, wrist burns, tied up francis
author’s note: hellooooo my lovelies !! here is the long awaited fanfic that will hopefully satiate everyone’s preferences from the francis mosses poll yesterday (so i'm a pathalogical liar bc the way this was just sub! francis...) i plan to write many, many more sub! francis content because i cannot imagine him any other way. hope you guys enjoy this :) not proofread, minors please dni !!
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“hhGHK-”
“can’t hear you that well down there, francie. speak up f’me?” you smile devlishly, tilting your head to look down at your crotch. francis knelt there with brusied knees, sucking your cock, stroking what he couldn’t fit with two hands.
another francis emerged from behind you, chuckling at his dupilcate’s pitiful state. “is that what the francis of this world is really like? a milk delivery man during the day, then a pathetic little whore who chokes on cocks back at home?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“c’mon, use me too. i would never whine like this while suckin’ on that…” his fingers trailed down your v-line to the base of your cock. “i’m different from this loser…” he pouted, placing his chin on your shoulder, giving you a pleading look.
“m-mmnMPFH, g-GHK!” francis moaned, the vibrations shooting through your cock. he was whiny, but that’s what turned you on the most about your desperate little boyfriend.
you chuckled, gripping at his hair to make him look up at you. “don’t forget to look at me while i fuck your throat, francy,” you instructed as he nodded as best as he could with tears pricking his eyes. the look he gave you was so priceless, his mouth stuff full with your fat cock and drool dripping down his chin.
“yeah, but my dirty boy takes my cock the best,” you praised, making doppel frown. you thrusted your cock deep into francis’ throat, hitting the back of his throat every time you made even the slightest movement.
his eyes rolled back at the thickness and length of your cock, as he exhaled through his nose heavily. he felt his hands drifting down to his bulge, humping the carpet underneath.
you noticed, finally knowing what to do with doppel. “actually, i need you to take care of my needy little boy down there…” you shot francis a glare, shaking your head in disappointment. he whimpered at the action, his eyes widening with tears immediately streaming down his cheeks.
you pulled him off your cock, his saliva connecting to the tip. “haagnh…” he mewled out, his tongue still stuck out, waiting for a sweet treat. “c-cum on my tongue, please…” he begged, placing the tip of your cock on his tongue.
“such a needy boy. always wanting more than what you’re given, huh?” you tutted, grabbing your middle of your cock to tap it roughly on his tongue. he could only moan, feeling his hips shake in anticipating.
“that’s why i have him. to help me discipline you,” you pulled at doppel’s bow to tug him closer, untying it in the process. “c’mere francie. up on my lap,” you patted your lap, holding a hand out for him to get up.
he followed suit, stumbling over his feet a bit, but ultimately sitting on your lap with his back pressed against your chest. his cock was aching in his stupidly tight pants, begging to be let free. his face flushed at the sight of a very different, yet similar version of himself in front of him.
“doppel, c’mere sit on francie’s thigh,” you motioned him over, straightface. you, on the otherhand, begun to tie francis’ wrists above his head with the tie you had previously acquired. doppel obediently followed your instructions, sitting on one of francis’ spread thighs.
“w-what’re we doing?” francis stuttered, feeling exposed despite being fully clothed.
your arms looped around his body, rubbing his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. he jolted. “just punishing you,” you smiled, giving doppel a look. he quickly caught on, unzipping francis’ pants, palming him through his underwear.
your pointer finger tickled at his sensitive nub, while the other hand pinched at his already hardened nipple. francis’ weak spot was his nipples. the way he reacted when you even grazed his nipples made you want to bend him over a bucket and squeeze them until milk came out.
“o-oooH! hnnghh…w-why through my s-shirt?” he whimpered, jutting out his wet lower lip.
you gave him no response, flicking at his buds with your nails, making his arch his back. “gHK! y-you’re too, mnGHHK, rough!” he exclaimed, his brows furrowing. you loved to twist and tug at his nipples.
it was his fault for wearing such a tight uniform shirt. he was just asking to have you toy with his neglected buds that always poked out from the slightly nudge from the shirt fabric. your hands grope his chest, fingers rubbing over them quickly.
doppel wasn’t neglecting francis’ cock either. he was playing lazily with the wet spot on francis’ underwear that leaked pre-cum. it stuck to his pointer finger when he dragged it away, making doppel chuckle at his copy’s sensitivity.
“feel good, francie? squirmin’ so much, hm?” you placed your chin on his shoulder, watching the way his lips shaped into an “o”, mewling at the way you played with his perky nipples. you’d tug on one, flicking the other one quickly.
“g-good, HNGH, o-oghhh...s-so gnhh…” he could barely get a word out, lewd noises just falling out of his lips. you stopped teasing his nipples before slowly unbuttoning his uniform shirt.
doppel wasn’t taking francis seriously, stroking at a pace he thought was slow, but inhumanely too quick for francis. “human dicks are so small. you pleasing anyone with this tiny little guy, huh?” he teased, making eye contact with francis. “oh look, more pre-cum spilled out!”
francis felt how wet his cock was getting, covered in dopel’s spit and his own pre-cum. when he thought he only had to focus on doppel, your hands came back to grope at his chest. you could now visibly see the pink plushness of his nipples.
“looks like something might come out if i squeeze hard enough, right francie?” you whispered in his ear, rolling your fingers around the bud.
“same thing on my end,” doppel chimed in, rubbing his thumb over francis’ slit.
francis shivered at the thought, feeling his high come at lightning speed. the way the tips of your fingers would flick at his nipples combined with doppel’s inhumane strokes made the poor boy explode.
“ooonghhh, ‘m c-cumming soon, mmngh! HGK! c-cumming!” he bursted into doppel’s palm, collapsing into your arms. your movement slowed slightly, but you continued to flick at the tips of his nipples.
doppel took note of this, playing with the slit of his dick, playing with the foreskin. “human stamina is so pathetic. surely you’re not done now?” doppel leaned down, lapping francis’ cum with his monstrous cum.
“UGHK? i-i jus’, hic, came…hnnn…” he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks, feeling his aching tip burn. regardless of his pleads, he still rutting his cock into doppel’s mouth for additional friction.
“show me what your pretty chest looks like now, francie,” you ordered, as he puffed out his chest for you to see properly over his chest. you hummed deciding to untie him so he could give you a real show.
his wrists were red from shaking against the restraints so you pressed chaste kisses against the burns. “that’s not how you show me, is it?” he shook his head, shaking from the way doppel was sucking his dick.
francis’ fingers stretched the skin around his nipples, properly showing you the puffiness of his teased buds. he looked up at you with his fingers strewn across his chest with a teary-eyed expression.
“such a perfect boy f’me,” you praised, ruffling his locks. “so good that you can take another hour of teasing before taking my cock, right?” you grinned, your hands finding their rightful spot on his chest.
‘e-EUGH! yesyesyes…i can take it, hngh!” he nodded furiously, his hips shaking like a dog in heat.
“good boy,” you nodded, sticking your fingers into his already open mouth. you and doppel had a long night ahead of you.
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slutt4ellie · 22 days
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A night like no other..
Loser!Ellie x Reader
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It started off like every other night 💕
Summery: Ellie invited you over for a movie night not thinking much of it, until you guys took the next step
(Not proofread!!)
warnings! ⚠️: smutttt!!! / fingering / edging / loser!ellie / ✂️✂️✂️ (scissoring) /
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It was a late night but you knew it was gonna be even longer since Ellie invited you over, you’ve been dating for about 3 months and you guys hang out practically everyday.
Ellie said she wanted you to come over to watch another dinosaur movie for the 50th time, but you agree, because you love her. Plus! The movies are sorta interesting but Ellie can’t know you think that way or she’ll shower you with about 50 more facts per day.
As you were watching the movie you were getting bored, because it’s literally the same thing every movie, life is normal then the dinosaurs come out and kill all the humans leaving the 2 main characters behind. Sooo you did all you could think of, you start kissing Ellie’s neck. Ellie starts giggling “stop watch the movie!” You laugh “I am!” “No you’re not you’re kissing me!” But that doesn’t stop you, you just keep going.
You start touching Ellie’s neck still kissing her and at this point Ellie pauses the movie her face already bright red. Ellie goes in first and starts kissing you needy, this girl is 2 seconds in and already acting starved. You start to kiss her back fast continuing to kiss Ellie’s lips and jaw slowly flipping the position over so you’re now top.
You guys haven’t gotten this far yet, Ellie’s always super nervous and backs out last second. She said she’s nervous for it all. So you obviously wait, that last thing you’d wanna do is pressure, but today it seemed like they’re was no intention to actually stop.
Ellie moves her fingers to the bottom of your shirt slowly going under. “Can I?” and as she asks this you can see she’s insanely nervous because her face is bright red and her hand is shaking. You give her a light nod and she waste absolutely zero time to actually take off your shirt and throw it somewhere in the back of the room. You start to slowly lift up her shirt kissing her stomach and happy trail as you unbutton her jeans.
“Are you going to-?” She ask not even being able to finish the sentence, her face is bright red and her glasses are slipping as she looks down on you. “Mhm, unless you don’t-“ You can’t finish your sentence because she blurts out “No!- I mean no, I- I do want you to.” After she says this you nod understanding and you start to unzip her jeans..
As soon as her jeans are off you can see an already big wet patch on her boxers. She seems almost embarrassed by it but you didn’t care, it was sorta cute.? You start to kiss her underwear not moving the underwear wet, you’re taking your time. You know that you guys are in no rush.
Ellie already is moaning just from the light kisses “Ngh- fuck..” You slowing move her boxers to the left. As soon as you do that, you get a clear view and see her throbbing clit practically begging for you. You lean your head in latching  your lips around her clit as she moans your name.
Neither of you have done this so as of now it’s a guessing game of what’s actually right! You slowly insert on of your fingers and as soon you do Ellie arches her back and moans super loud “fuck i’m gonna cum..” You almost immediately reply “No, not yet.” You’re not even a dominant person that sorta just slipped out. “fuc- no i’m going to cum” she says louder so you instantly slip out you fingers and pull your head back.
She looks down almost confused “Did- Did I do something wrong?” You shake you head “No, just don’t cum yet Ellie” She nods fast grabbing your head and putting you back on her clit. As soon as your lips latch again she’s hit with the wave of Euphoria. “fuck” she says with a breathless sigh.
And just like last time her back is arching and she’s moaning loud about to cum, so you do the same thing, you pull out your fingers and lean back. “Please..” she whines “Not yet Ellie” you shake your head looking at her. “Okay I won’t just don’t pull back!” She says grabbing your head again.
You guys are now about 4 minutes in and she looks like a reck, her face is bright red glasses are foggy, and she has a light sweat going on, on the top of her forehead. “Please..” She moans desperately begging at this point “Count to ten.” You say fast still fingering her.
“one- uh two, three, fuck-“
“Restart.” You say.
“what?” she lets out another breathless sigh her back arching
“Restart Ellie.” You say having her nod immediately like some obedient child.
“one- two, three, four, five. fuck” She whispers grabbing the sheets
“six, seven, eight, nine, ten” She doesn’t even waste time before she’s arching her back moaning loud after the insanely an intense Euphoria she just felt just.
Shes also breathing insanely fast and you notice this crawling back up to see her “You okay? To much??” Ellie quickly nods her heading shutting it down.. “no….” She sighs completely out of breath
As you’re pulling your shirt back on she looks at you almost confused “What are you doing” You reply also confused “Putting back on my shirt” She instantly shakes her head. “You didn’t get off” “Oh that’s fine” You shrug, it doesn’t bother you that much. “No you didn’t get off c’mon” She grabs your hips kissing your neck “Ellie it’s okay” You smile, you are just as nervous as Ellie was. It’s not like you’ve done it either.
Ellie doesn’t listen listen though, her calloused fingers trail to your jean button. She slowly unbuttons it pulling down the zipper while kissing your collar. She leans you back finally taking off your jeans “You’re beautiful” You get insanely red looking at her nervously.
She cautiously pulls down your underwear and you just moan at the thought about Ellie touching you. She sorta smiles and places her dripping cunt on top of yours
You moan fast and loud “Nghh- fuck me..” And as soon as you say that Ellie starts moving, your clits rubbing together. Back and forth, and back and forth. You’re already gripping the sheets 0 clue how ellie lasted for more then 2 minutes “Don’t fucking cum yet” Ellie’s surprised at her own words, she’s a really really really shy person, and she feels bad even talking to you like that.
Opposite to her though you’re now even more turned on simply because Ellie never acts like this. You lean your head back eyes leaning to the back of your skull. “fuckkk..” you sigh out again breathlessly it turning into a moan shortly after.
You grip the sheets tight and Ellie sees you’re already making it to that point “don’t fucking cum slut.” Ellie again feels horrible but she’s heard of other people doing it so she just thought mine as-well try?
You’ve been going on for about 3 minutes now already reaching the point “Please Ellie’s” and as soon as you say that she pulls out the same card “Count.” She says, you seem sorta confused. “To what..?” You moan out
“Until I tell you to stop.” Her saying this has you now nodding like an obedient child.
“one, fuck two.. three- four..” You let another loud moan but continue “five- six.. seven. eight, nine, ten” You look at her excepting her to say stop. Yet she doesn’t so you continue.
“eleven, twelve, thirteen” Then Ellie cuts you off “Cum for me..” You immediately arch your back and cum, it felt so surreal yet so good, you grab onto Ellie and there’s muffled sorry’s coming from her, she really didn’t want to hurt your feelings saying all that. “I’m so sorry- I’m-“ You start talking cutting her off “Ellie I liked it, it’s okay.” You sorta smile as you lean your head in her neck finally falling asleep.
You’re in love with her.
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A/N : I don’t have much to say other then this is my first ever smut, so I hope you did enjoy! I’ll be trying to post different stuff sorta consistently!
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haetrack · 22 days
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i just need to let this out bc i’m usually a hyuck girl but omg i’ve been obsessing over mark today… like fuck just him randomly having the horniest day of his life, so he ends up staring at the nudes u’ve send him or watching all these videos he’s recorded of u sucking him off, for HOURS. he’s just waiting around like a loser, hoping time moves faster till u come back home. eventually he can’t take it and starts palming himself over his sweats, and when that’s not enough, he slides his hand under his boxers, lightly stroking his hard cock. all he thinks about is u, the way ur lips wrap around him when ur on ur knees, the way ur back arches when he’s burrowed deep inside u. he grabs his phone immediately and facetimes u, elated when u pick up, greeting him with a small “hey” as u enter ur car. relieved that u weren’t in public, he wastes no time and picks up his pace. being able to see ur surprised face and hearing the gasp u let out upon realisation at what he was doing based off the whines leaving his mouth, just made his grip on himself so much harder and faster. mark thinks about how u whine and whimper in his ear with ur head on his shoulder, back to his chest as his fingers fuck in and out of u, his other hand applying pressure on ur clit. he almost comes when he hears u lightly breathe out “can i see, please?“. he curses under his breath and switches his camera around. he didn’t even bother taking his dick out, the shape of his hand desperately running up and down underneath his boxers and sweats was so lewd whilst still leaving much up to ur imagination. “ur doing so well baby, are u close?” u ask, “i wanna see u come, mark. i need u to take it out for me.” the deep groan that u hear from ur phone speakers makes u wanna go feral. he quickly follows ur request, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. his tip was so red and swollen, dripping with precum, making u wonder how long he’s been getting himself off for, considering u’ve never seen it this bad. the moan u accidentally let out causes him to twitch in his hand. finally without the obstruction of his clothes, u see him rutting in his hand. u feed him with praises, amazed at how much faster and louder he gets the more u talk. ur sure he’s not even listening to the actual words ur saying, just the sound of ur voice was getting him off. he opens his eyes after having them clenched the last few minutes, seeing his beautiful girlfriend’s face on his screen and noticing ur now heavy breathing, sends him over the edge. strings of cum land on his toned stomach and he catches some of it with his hand, continuing to stroke himself with it, emanating wet, sloppy sounds that bless ur ears. the groan he’s about to let out catches in his throat when he hear u say, “don’t move, i wanna clean u up.” the roar of ur car engine turning on and the facetime ending.
phew, had to put this out somewhere before i went to sleep 🧏‍♀️
holy shit. what. What
anon how could u just drop this in my inbox and go to sleep like u didn’t just write the craziest thing ever… ANON PLEASE…
just the thought of him being so horny and need you to get off… yeah. yeah. then when you get to his apartment he’d be all over you, trying to get you as close as possible. if you feel nice, you’ll let him cum as much as he needs to, grunts of your name filling the air as your hand glides over him and your mouth sucking on his tip. if you’re feeling mean, you’ll edge him, making him beg for you to let him cum, hips fucking into your fist.
even if you decide to let him fuck you, you’d ask him to beg for it. he doesn’t care, practically begging to fuck your dripping hole, no shame left in his body after being horny all day. he needs you. it doesn’t matter what position, his aching cock needs to be inside of you.
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ryukatters · 6 months
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kaaatttt 😭😭😭 i need some satoru headcanons to heal my soul... what is he like as a bf??
ask and you shall receive my love (writing this to heal my soul)
content: modern AU, fluff, nsfw headcanons at the end
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SFW
“mmm..i think i deserve a little treat right now.” 
except he says that at least 5 times a day and you will also be given a little treat. he does not care if you don’t want to eat kikufuku right now, you will be accompanying him to get some. 
speaking of, this man is basically eating 24/7. if gojo leaves your side for any reason while you guys are home, just know he is scavenging the kitchen for scraps like the raccoon he is. 
food is one of satoru’s main love languages. there’s something oddly satisfying and strangely warm about his loved ones eating and sharing a meal together, even if they tend to make him the butt of the joke in every single dinner conversation. 
will force you to become a sanrio girly idc (if you aren’t one already)
“babe, look!” "satoru, we have enough cinnamoroll plushies at home." "so you hate me then?"
the type to pick you up and spin you around whenever you two hug. he’ll spin and spin until both of you are dizzy and crash onto the couch.
attention whore. also just a whore in general but mostly a whore for (your) attention. will absolutely do the MOST to make sure your eyes are on him— i’m talking about poking your cheek, locking your phone if you’re scrolling through tiktok next to him, and it doesn’t even take much for him to start begging. he’s a loser like that.
scarily in tune with you. satoru is a lot more emotionally intelligent than he likes to let on around others, but he picks up on a lot of things. both of you are at a function and he can take one look at you and know that it's time to pack it up and go home.
is very sentimental about the things you give him/the things you two do together. before you started dating, satoru wasn't really one to collect tiny trinkets or keep ticket stubs because he thought they were just a waste of space. after you two got together, he started keeping virtually everything in a little box hidden in his closet. he realized that it's nice to give sentimental value to the little things, because then the memories associated with them live on in something physical.
he just... can't keep his hands to himself LOL. and like not even in a sexual manner either (sometimes), he just naturally gravitates towards you and is almost always touching you somehow— hand fiddling with your jewelry or hair, arm around your shoulder when you're sitting, arm around your waist when you're standing, playing footsies, whatever.
this man is painfully in love with you, and he makes it everyone's (mostly nanami's) problem. manages to bring you up in every single conversation with a lovesick grin on his face.
you will rarely ever hear satoru address you by your actual name. it will always be some variation of baby, babe, sweetheart, love, etc. uses snookums, cupcake, sweet cheeks, cinnamon sugar roll, my little sausage mcgriddle <3 on a rotating basis to annoy you
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you know those couples that just have this pent up sexual tension between them for no reason? like y’all could just be looking at each other but to everyone else it feels like you two are just eyefucking ​​😭 that’s you and gojo
no matter how long you guys have been together for, that spark between you just doesn't go away. people can see the immense physical attraction between you two.
is somewhat of an exhibitionist LMAO. he literally gets horny at the worst times and will drag you to the nearest supply closet, even if it means breaking the door in the process. who knows, maybe his real kink is vandalism
enjoys when you put up a bit of a fight/act like a brat. it makes putting you in your place so much sweeter.
very vocal— talking, moaning, whimpering. he sounds very pretty. he's extremely receptive to your touch so simply rubbing your hand along the bulge in his jeans has him moaning like a pornstar.
say it with me: satoru gojo is a pussy👏🏻pleaser👏🏻!
really likes going down on you. he thinks he could stay in between your thighs forever if you'd let him.
nasty. will cum inside you and clean it up with his tongue.
oscillates between wanting to overstimulate you and deny you. sometimes he does both. the way you get this hazy look in your eye and become so pliant, so needy for him gets him going.
he gets strangely possessive during sex. maybe it's a way for him to affirm that you really do love him and find him attractive.
"i'm the only one that can fuck you like this, right? make you feel this good?"
is a fan of snacks during aftercare LOL. you could have just had the most wild sex of your life, with the two of you panting as you lie in bed before satoru rolls over and opens his nightstand drawer and pulls out a pack of oreos before shoving one into your mouth
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Some of these aren't even bf headcanons they're just how I think he'd be LMFAO
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mik0rin · 1 month
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are we still friends? status: yes, but only friends...
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kuroo tetsuro x black fem reader genre: college au, smut, childhood best friends to strangers to best friends to lovers warnings: cussing, men hitting on you, alcohol consumption, NSFW 18+ MDNI, there's a plot, slight begging, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), kuroo is like a soft dom (?), penetration, overstimulation, whiny kuroo, praise, slight size kink, good girl/angel/pretty girl is used word count: 5,388
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Condensation drips onto the table and the sound of other’s conversation carries into your booth. You sip on your drink, half-listening to the conversation of three men at your table. 
“Are you single, y/n?”
“Why?” You tilt your head, a flirty smile on your face, “Are you finally gonna confess your love to me, Kotaro?”
“Actually, he has a crush right now.” Akaashi chimes in. 
Your spine instantly straightens and your eyes narrow in on him. Bokuto refuses to look at anyone, instead, he turns his head to the side and you get a good view of his ears which are now flaming a bright red. 
“Who?” Both you and Kuroo question. 
“A figure skater that practices in the rink below their gym.” 
“Akaashi….” Bokuto whines. 
“You have to show me a picture.” 
Akaashi mouths a “later” and you nod in understanding. 
The pro-athlete clears his throat, “Moving on, are you single or not?” 
“Of course she’s single,” Kuroo answers for you. 
You glare at him, “You’re acting like I didn’t have a boyfriend two months ago.”
Tetsuro snorts, “That loser?” 
His tone is one you’re familiar with, it’s how he says something without actually saying it.  
“I just feel like you’re trying to say I'm a loser by association.” 
“Why would I go through all that trouble? If I wanted to call you a loser, I would just call you one, loser.” 
You flick him in the forehead and the boy lets out a high-pitched “ow” and you turn your attention back to your other friend. 
“I am Taro, but why?” 
“Atsumu likes you and won’t stop begging me to set you guys up.”
You’ve met Atsumu on several occasions and you get along with him well enough, but you only ever saw him as Kotaro’s teammate. When you were around him, you couldn’t fathom having anything other than platonic feelings for him and if you were being honest: sometimes he gave you a headache. 
“Oh. Then I’m not single.” 
The three boys erupt into loud laughter and you wait for them to calm down before continuing. 
“He’s incredibly fine, don't get me wrong, but Atsumu is so….” 
“Atsumu.” Everyone fills in the blank, knowing smiles on their faces. 
“Yeah, exactly. Whoever ends up dealing with that personality of his, bless their heart.”
The conversation shifts from love interests to something else, and a small smile bends your lips. You were so happy that you could hang out like this again; that you and Kuroo are back to what you used to be and you’ll make sure it never ends up any different. 
The talking dies down a bit, everyone's focus is on the food in front of them, that’s until Bokuto and Akaashi share a look before leaning towards you. 
“We want to know more about your ex-boyfriend.” 
Men are so incredibly nosy and will never admit it. 
“There’s nothing to really say. We were together and now we’re not.” You shrug. 
Kuroo waves around his skewer like a gavel, “I never liked him.” 
You roll your eyes, “You never like anyone I date.” 
“They aren’t likable people.” 
“But I like them?” 
“And there’s something wrong with you, I keep telling you.” He puts a hand on your shoulder in fake pity, and you slap it off. 
Akaashi sighs, knowing that the two of you will be at this back and forth for a while. 
You point at yourself, “Something wrong with me?” and then you poke him in the chest “Yet I’m not the one who is perpetually single or when I do date, I don’t get dumped.” 
Bokuto laughs and Kuroo shoots him a hard look. Since high school, everyone has quickly learned that trying to argue with you was futile, but Kuroo was the only one who could kind of keep up with you. 
Kotaro’s eyes light up and he first points at you, “If Tetsuro doesn’t like anyone you date,” he then uses his other hand to point to the boy next to you “and you always get dumped.”
“Hey!” 
“Why don’t you date each other?” Bokuto looks so pleased with himself like he found the answer to everything wrong in the world. But you two? You almost knock a drink over in shock and Kuroo chokes on the piece of chicken he’s chewing on. 
“Excuse me?” You say, incredulously. You really cannot believe your ears, it’s not like this is the first time you’ve heard this before, but it is surprising to hear it from someone that you were both close with. 
Keiji’s eyes widen a fraction and he looks at the two of you in slight disbelief, “Wait, the thought has never crossed your minds?” 
You look at each other, mutual agreement in your eyes as you both shake your heads and go, “No.” 
“Tetsuu has always been just my best friend.” You add. 
The man’s voice is a bit hoarse due to his previous choking spell, but he coughs out a “Yeah, same.” 
The blue-eyed man raises an eyebrow at you, “You’ve never had feelings for each other?” 
You put a hand over your heart, “I haven’t. As for Testuu…. I don’t know, we all know he’s weak to a pretty girl. Poor thing is so easily swayed.” 
Kuroo crosses his arms over his chest, “And who told you were pretty?”
“Your father.” 
This descends into another argument between the two of you; and Bokuto counts the amount of times Kuroo makes an indication he’s offended and Akaashi counts how many times you tell him to “Shut up talking to me.” It’s a little game the two of them play when they know they can't stop you from verbally attacking each other. You finally calm down and dismiss Tetsuro with a “Whatever, don’t talk to me.”
“Are you guys coming to my friend’s pre-grad party? It’s next next Friday.” 
Akasshi and Bokuto look at you with sorry expressions, telling you that they have important tests or a game that weekend. Your lips start to fall into a pout and your eyes begin to widen, and they immediately look away because they’ll crack at your puppy-dog expression and you weaponize it so well. 
Kuroo raises his hand, “I’m going.” 
“Well, you’re not important.” You wave him off.
“Oh, really? Have fun going by yourself.” 
Your arms wrap around him and he tries to escape, “You know I love you the most. I was just playing.”
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The music is so loud you can feel the bass in your bones. You readjust your mini skirt and touch up your lipgloss before the door swings open and Mika pulls you into a tight hug. The words exchanged between you two are so fast, and Kuroo can only catch a few compliments on each other’s outfits and asking if that person is here. You turn to the man next to you and introduce him, explaining that Mika was your best friend in Osaka and you’re so excited that you finally get to meet each other. 
The three of you talk a little bit more before you send Kuroo to the kitchen to grab drinks. Your curly-haired friend instantly hooks her arm with yours and looks at you with a proud smile.
“This is the best-looking boyfriend you’ve had,” She tells you. 
“What?” 
Mika lists the attributes she thinks are working in Kuroo’s favor, “He’s tall, has a nice voice, and knows how to listen.”
You wave your hands and shake your head, “Mika, wait. He’s my best friend.” 
“Sure..” She puts her hands up, making air quotations as she speaks, “Best friend.” 
“Why are you doing that? I’m dead serious right now.’” You lean into your right hip, your arms crossing over your chest. 
Your friend mirrors your pose, “Okay, so how come I haven’t heard about him before?” 
“Well, we fought and then didn’t talk for two years. And you have, remember when I said I made up with my friend a few months back?” 
“Oh, that’s him? Ahh, I see what’s going on here.” Mika has a dreamy look in her eyes and she brings her clasped hands up to her cheek, “You decided to take your relationship to the next level because you’re scared to lose each other again.” 
Your friend is such a hopeless romantic, you both are, but she’s one in a fairytale way. 
“What? No, we’re just friends.” 
She looks at you with a sly smile, “Okay~” 
You sigh, what is up with everyone lately? “Mika, seriously.” 
Kuroo returns, placing the ice-cold bottle on your exposed midsection and you yelp in surprise. He laughs, eyes sparkling with mischief as he hands your friend her drink. She looks at the two of you with a knowing smile, and you give her a light slap on the arm with a warning: “Behave.”  
The three of you move to the dancefloor and dance for what feels like hours, there’s a thin layer of sweat that coats your body and your limbs start to ache from the constant movement. Mika was whisked away by someone she’s been talking to. You and Kuroo continue on in her absence, screaming lyrics to one of your favorite songs and as it ends, he tells you that he has to piss and you scold him for being so vulgar. 
You exit the crowd and Kuroo makes his way to the bathroom, you take this as an opportunity to lean against the cool wall. Your eyes flutter close as your breath starts to even out and then suddenly, you feel someone stand directly in front of you. Your eyes open and you’re met with a man you’ve never seen before. 
You don’t let him get one word in and hit him with, “I have a boyfriend, he’s in the bathroom.” 
He puts his hands up, “I haven’t even said anything.” 
“And? I’m letting you know.” 
“Let your boyfriend know that he shouldn’t be leaving such a beautiful girl on her own.” 
You roll your eyes at him, men never know when to quit. You don’t say anything else and wait for him to leave but when he doesn’t, you let out an annoyed sigh. 
“I’m waiting for your boyfriend, making sure you’re safe. Plus I know how you girls are, playing hard to get by saying you're taken.” 
You scoff and your head starts to pound from his stupidity. You glance over your shoulder, praying Tetsuro comes back soon. You spot his tall frame and almost yell out in relief. When he makes his way over to you, he doesn’t even acknowledge the man who is hellbent on lingering. 
Your hand curls around his bicep, “Babe, you took too long.” You pout and Kuroo feels his heart begin to speed up. Why are you looking at him like that? 
And why did he like it? 
His face is clouded with confusion and the other man can tell, and you really hope you can put on a convincing show. Your eyes dart between your best friend and the unidentified man who is a few steps away. Tetsuro catches on and presses a quick apology kiss to your temple like a real boyfriend would do. It’s a routine he’s used to; always fending off men who couldn’t get the hint and usually, they would run off after one look at his tall stature and hard gaze that borders murderous. But this one is particularly stubborn. 
“Sorry, angel. There was a long line.” The raven-haired man finally turns his attention to the other boy, “Can I help you?” Kuroo’s voice is harsh and he steps in front of you protectively. 
“Do you really think I’m going to believe this lie? He didn’t even seem sure you were talking to him.” His words are aimed towards you but you don’t offer him the luxury of a reply. 
Tetsuro’s jaw clenches and his hands ball into fists- he looks so angry. And your brain is going haywire because why does he look so sexy? His voice drops an octave and your heart speeds up, “I don’t give a fuck what you think. We don’t have to prove anything to you.” 
The other man says something but you’re getting tired of this fast. You grab Tetsuro by the collar of his shirt, your faces level with each other and your lips at his ear, “We’re gonna kiss. Is that okay?” 
His voice is too quiet for anyone other than you to hear, “Okay.” 
Then you smash your lips against his, and you forget all about whoever was bothering you. Kuroo is an amazing kisser, his lips are soft against yours and you can taste the berry chapstick you lent him. He kisses you like a prayer desperate to be answered and his body is pressing you flush against the wall, while his arms are caging you in. 
Tetsuro knows this is for show, he knows this is to prove that asshole wrong but the way your plush lips are moving in perfect sync with his is enough to send him to an early grave. You taste like bubblegum and the best time of his life. He wants to devour you with each kiss, he wants to hear what sounds you make, and when he bites your bottom lip; he gets a preview of the sweetest moan he has ever heard. 
When your lungs can no longer survive without a new breath, you pull away for air. The stupid man had left with an angry grumble the second your lips touched. 
“Thanks.” You breathe out. 
Kuroo’s cheeks are a soft pink, “No problem.” 
The two of you separate and you tell him you’re going to look for Mika, skipping off like nothing ever happened. But his hands touch his swollen lips as he watches the way your hips sway as you walk away. 
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You push your apartment door open and when Kuroo steps in, you let it slam behind you with a loud bam. You’re glad your roommate took a couple’s trip with her girlfriend because the amount of noise you’re making right now is disrespectful. You’re beyond tired and not physically, mentally. The kiss still has your head spinning and as for the rest of the night? You spent it putting a considerable distance between you and Tetsu, and you hope he didn’t take offense to it but even being able to feel his body heat or catch a whiff of his cologne was driving you insane. 
You walk into your room, turning on the lamp and it envelopes the room in warm light. With your back towards him you ask, “Do you want to shower first?” 
Kuroo sighs quietly, his heart racing at the thought of mustering up the courage to take this step. “We’re still friends, right?” 
You turn around so fast, thinking that your actions during the latter half of the night hurt his feelings. 
“Why wouldn’t we be?” 
The man’s eyes meet yours in the dim lighting, his pupils are dilated and his gaze flickers to your lips. 
“I want to kiss you again but as friends…” 
You want to ask him to repeat it but you hear him loud and clear, and your response rings even clearer in your mind. 
“If it’s as friends then that should be fine.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” 
Then his hands on your waist pulling you in and his lips on yours, kissing you like a man starved. Your arms wrap around his neck and somehow you feel like he’s kissing you even better than before. Your fingers toy with hair at the nape of his neck; Kuroo moans into the kiss and you smile, and he just about loses it. 
He needs to touch you more.
Tetsuro’s hands climb up your waist, passing over your chest, and grazing your hardened nipples before they settle on your face. The action causes you to gasp and he takes it as a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He groans at the feeling of being even closer to you; his knee slips in between your thighs, pressing against your clothed core. 
You pull away for air and a soft “fuck” falls from your swollen lips. Kuroo doesn’t stop, he just moves on to your neck, sucking and biting. You tilt your head to give him more access and he’s whispering your name into the marks he leaves behind and you’re damn near melting in his arms. 
And right now you’re not thinking about the implications of kissing your best friend.
No. 
You’re thinking about fucking him. 
Tetsuro knows you’re crossing over into dangerous territory, and he knows himself. If he kept going like this he wouldn’t stop and he doesn’t want to push towards a boundary you might not want to cross. So, he pulls away and you whimper at the loss of contact. You try to pull him back in by his belt loops but he takes a small step back, and your hands lightly dust over the tent in his pants and he hisses at the contact. 
He’s about to give in to your silent demand for more but he wants to mess with you, he couldn’t help it. It was the dynamic the two of you have and it’s hard not to give into it. 
“You know I always tell you to use your words. So, tell me what you want, angel.” 
He’s just teasing, he’s always just teasing. 
But, your brain is foggy with lust and need, and you need him in ways you never thought possible. 
“I want you to fuck me, please Tetsuu.” 
Never in a million years did you think you would be begging for Kuroo Tetsuro but here you are, eyes boring into his and your heart hammering against your ribcage. 
Tetsuro’s face flushes a bright red and his cock strains against his pants; he didn’t expect this. He wants to tear his gaze away but your eyes are sinful and you’re looking at him like he's the only man in the world. And god, you don’t know what it does to him. Kuroo wants to ruin you, he wants to make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world, he wants you to be so lost in the pleasure he brings you- all you ever think about is him. 
“Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.” 
The first thing to go is his shirt and your hand trails down chest and stomach, the muscles flexing under your fingers. Kuroo wants to comment on how you’ve seen it before but a few open-mouthed kisses to his collarbone steals the words right out of his mouth. His hands drop down to your mini skirt but they falter and you give him a nod to tell him it’s okay but his hands still don’t move. 
“What’s wrong?” Your tone is a bit impatient but still concerned nonetheless. 
He smirks, “Kinda wanna fuck you in it.” You want to tell him to do it but he’s already yanking it down with a “But it’s too pretty to ruin, just wear it for me another time.” 
Another time? 
He’s getting caught up in the act, don’t think too much of it. 
The rest of your clothes follow and Kuroo leads you to the bed with a kiss as he expertly removes your bra. Your back is now flat against the mattress and he takes no time to leave a trail of kisses from your lips to your sternum. Your breath is heavy and everywhere he touches feels like it’s on fire. And when his mouth wraps around your nipple, his name tumbles from your lips in a whine. 
Kuroo looks up at you, his tongue swirling around the bud and his fingers playing with the other one. You're a mess- he’s making you a mess, and he’s loving every second of it. His dick is painfully hard but you have to get off first before he even thinks about himself. 
“So pretty.” He mumbles against your skin, his mouth switching over to the other side. You clench around nothing and you can feel your arousal slide down your thigh, you’re aching for him in one place and you’re growing impatient. 
“Tetsuro,” You grab one of his hands and trail it down your body until it’s right where you want it. “Here, need you here.” 
A string of curses leaves his mouth, you’re going to kill him. 
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He uses his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit and pleasure shoots through your every nerve. Your eyes flutter close and you don’t even see him move down, but you do feel his tongue lick one languid stripe along your slit. 
“Oh god.” You moan out and your hands fly to his hair, tugging at the ends. The boy continues his ministrations, switching between slowly licking your folds and sucking your clit. Cries, moans, and curses fall from your lips and they only egg him on. You taste so good and he only wishes he could’ve done this sooner, he could eat you out until daybreak or until his last breath: whichever came first. 
“Need you to cum on my tongue, pretty girl. Can you do that?” His voice vibrates throughout your core and your hips grind against his face on their accord. 
You nod furiously and Tetsuro chuckles at your enthusiasm, the vibration pulls another sweet sound out of you and it sets him off.  His mouth is moving like its one purpose is to help you reach bliss and he’s doing a damn good job. 
Kuroo’s long fingers prod your entrance and when your eyes open again, you find him staring at you, the question burning in his gaze and you don’t trust yourself to form a coherent answer, so you nod and he pushes them in. 
He pumps his digits at a slow pace, making sure you can feel all of it and you feel the familiar knot start to tighten in the pit of your stomach. And Kuroo can feel it, in the way your walls clench around him. So, he speeds up and curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot over and over. 
“So close, Tetsuu. I’m so close, please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for but Kuroo’s tongue applies just the right amount of pressure on your sensitive bud and it sends you over the edge. 
Your vision goes white and euphoria takes over every single one of your senses, your body shakes and your best friend’s face is drenched in your juices. Tetsuro doesn’t stop, he helps you ride it out, enjoying the view of you coming completely undone at his hand. 
“You look so pretty when you cum on my face.” He’s lapping up all evidence of your orgasm and you start to push him away, the feeling is overwhelming. 
“Too much,” You whine. 
“Give me one more, please? You taste so good, angel. I don’t wanna stop.” 
Your mind is fuzzy with pleasure and though the overstimulation is a bit painful, it hurts so good. 
“Okay.” And his tongue is on you once more, and it doesn’t take much for you to hit that high again and you do it with a scream of his name. 
Tetsuro comes up and meets you with a kiss, and you can taste yourself on his lips. The kiss is messy, full of wanton need that puts the sin, Lust, to shame. And you can feel Kuroo’s hard cock in between your thighs and it brushes against your wet slit, he whimpers into your mouth and you realize he’s been holding back the whole time.
You pull away and sit up on your elbows, there’s a sex-drunk smile on your face and Kuroo almost cums on the spot at the sight.
“Are you gonna make me wait all night?” 
That’s all he needs to hear and he’s pulling open your nightstand drawer and grabbing a condom. He rips open the foil packaging with his teeth and slides it on, his eyes never leave your frame even when yours drop down and widen at the size. 
You can never tease him again. 
Kuroo hooks one of your legs around his waist and places the other on his shoulder. He lines himself up with your entrance and slowly starts to push in. Your moans mix together like a forbidden melody as his tip makes it past. 
The stretch burns and tears prick the back of your eyes, the pain is burning pleasure but god, you don’t know if you can take all of him. Tetsuro is trying his hardest not to lose control, but you feel so good around him, your walls soft and fluttering against him as they try to adjust. 
“F-fuck, you feel like h-heaven.” His words come out in a whine and you love the way he sounds.
He’s barely halfway and you’re already feeling so full. “Tetsuu, it’s so big. I don’t thin-” 
He cuts you off, “I know, I know but you’re taking me so well, pretty girl. Just relax.” 
And you do as he says, and he bottoms out with a hiss and you cry out. 
He moves with slow strokes and soft moans fall from your lips. His dark eyes are full of passion and his voice is breathy, “Such a good girl when you listen to me. Where is this usually, hmm?” 
You turn your head in embarrassment, you’re usually quick to say something smart and shut him down. But, right now? You’re hanging on to his every word and doing as he says.
Kuroo stops moving and you mewl out, “Keep going.” Your head is still turned and your eyes are closed. 
“Look at me.” 
You refuse, still trying to get him to continue fucking you without giving in to his demand. He starts to pull out and you sob at the feeling of emptiness. 
“Look at me or I won’t do anything.” 
Your head turns and your eyes open, and he smirks like he’s won a gold prize. “Good girl.” 
And he’s slamming back into you, his pace is fast and unforgiving. Sweat gives his skin a light sheen and the sound of skin hitting skin and how wet you are, echo throughout the room. You can’t even form words because Tetsuro is fucking them out of you and every time he compliments you, you clench around him and he groans. 
“You feel so good, baby.” He pulls you even closer to him, angling himself and he hits that sweet spot that has your walls spasming around him. 
“Tetsuu” You whimper out.
“You like when I fuck you like this, angel?” You’re so full of him, you can feel him in your stomach. He’s relentless, hitting that spot over and over again. You can’t even answer him because he’s slowly pulling out and then reentering just as slowly, making you feel every inch of him. 
Your pussy is so warm around him and he stutters, you’re milking him and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep going. 
“C-can’t answer? Am I- fuck.” 
Kuroo can’t even finish his own sentences, the way your face expresses pure bliss and how you squeeze around him, is driving him insane. 
“S’good.” You slur, “You’re so good to me.” 
“Yeah? You treat me even better, pretty girl.” That name makes you tighten around him and his strokes start to turn sloppy, “Letting me taste you, letting me inside you.” 
He’s so close and you are too, and his hand snakes its way in between your bodies. He rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb. 
“Tetsu, gonna cum if you-” The combination of his thumb and his cock hitting that spongy spot has your mouth falling open in a silent scream. 
You pulse around him, and Kuroo lets out a whiny, “Shit, I’m cumming,” and he’s spilling into the condom.
And just like earlier he doesn’t stop, he continues drilling into you even if he’s sensitive to the point it hurts. He’s repeating your name over and over again in the form of whimpers and you’re clawing at his back; your fourth orgasm of the night taking over your entire body until you’re seeing stars and Tetsuro follows right behind you, filling up the rubber once more. 
The man gently places your legs back on the bed and his head falls onto your shoulder, your breaths are heavy and uneven. He pulls out and you make a quiet noise at the feeling. 
“Sorry.” He mutters, placing a soft kiss on your collarbone. Kuroo gets up, takes off the condom, and ties it before dumping it in the trash. He also picks up his boxers, putting them on as he walks over to your bathroom. You hear the sound of the shower and while your body is spent, the thought of a hot shower gives you just enough energy. Your best friend comes back out and picks you up bridal-style, helping you get to the bathroom. He sets you down and your feet come in contact with the cold tile. 
“Can you stand? Or do I need to help you shower?” His voice conveys his concern but his eyes also tell you he’s being cheeky. 
You shoot him a look, “I think I’ll be fine, thank you.” You brush past him, legs a bit wobbly and you hear him stifle laughter. You throw him a glare over your shoulder and he only smiles. 
Tetsuro exits the bathroom after you step into the shower, he picks up all of your abandoned clothing and tosses it into the hamper. He changes your sheets and collects his thoughts; this isn’t very platonic of you and he starts to worry that it’s gonna change everything between you two. 
And he can’t handle it if your friendship is ruined, again. But, he quells his negative thoughts and tells himself you’ll cross that bridge when you get there, even though you’re only a few steps away from it. For now, he won’t act as if nothing happened but he won't let it change anything either. 
Even if there is a tiny voice in his heart hoping that it will. 
You step out of the bathroom, your pajamas hanging loosely on your body and your face fresh and glowy. You look around your bedroom, admiring the new sheets and clean floor. Kuroo looks at you, his face full of emotions you can’t name and you desperately want to know what he’s thinking. But, you couldn’t even figure out what was going on in your own mind. You only stare right back at him, and you wonder if the two of you are communicating with your expressions. Assuring the other that it was okay and the conversation would be had at another time. 
Tetsuro breaks eye contact first and walks into the bathroom, smiling at the scent of your body wash that still lingers in the air. He steps into the shower, letting the water carry away his worries and relax his muscles. His mind is replaying how you looked at him earlier, he couldn’t decipher what emotions your eyes held but he knows that everything is okay. 
Sleep is starting to tempt his senses and he knows you’re probably making your way to dreamland. He steps out of the shower and quickly finishes up, and to his surprise, you’re still up. Your phone is shining on your face and when you feel the bed dip on the opposite side, you look at him and place your phone down. Kuroo lays right next to you, wrapping his arms around you and it’s not like you’ve never slept like this before, but it feels much more intimate this time. But you find comfort in his warmth and the smell of his skin, and your eyelids start to feel heavy. 
You tell Tetsuro to turn off the lamp and soon the room is completely dark. You can already feel the dull throb in your muscles and you mumble to yourself, “I’m going to be so fucking sore.” 
Tetsuro lets out an airy chuckle, “I told you it was big.” 
You kick him and he grunts in pain, your voice is quiet but still as sharp as ever, 
“Shut the hell up and go to sleep.”
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a/n: this is my first time writing out a full smut like PLS give me constructive criticism because i would like to write more in the future but i also wanna be better and more comfortable,,, okay hope you enjoyed !! &lt;333 (also someone wanted to be tagged but i wont tag u if you're an ageless blog !!)
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PEACE AND LOVE 😁💗
8 participants - 8 online
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jk: guys i’m lost ☹️
jimin: like emotionally??
tae: or sexually?
jk: woah um
idk anymore
jin: probably physiologically
yoongi: what’s new?
namjoon: jungkook you are in your kitchen
y/n: can confirm he is in the kitchen.
yoongi: loser
jin: what’s with the punctuation lmao
jk: woah i am in our kitchen
how did i get here
good morning guys ^0^
jin: it’s 7pm?
y/n: he’s hungover.
jk: yeah T-T
jimin: not surprised drank jin’s body weight in alcohol yesterday
jk: there was a lot going on :((
yoongi: so you result to alcoholism?
namjoon: it’s better than resulting to violence!!!
y/n: hoseok can’t relate
hobi: i said i’m sorry 😓
jin: jimin i’ve thought about it and i really think you’re projecting when it comes to this weight thing
jimin: project a vegetable
jin: project a cure for the body issues you CEARLY have
namjoon: guys
jk: ants playing ddr in my head rn
i’m so upset
also how do i take about a loan?
i want a loan
namjoon: jungkook you do not need a loan
jk: ok
i’m sorry
namjoon: jungkook you better not be crying right now
jk: i’m not crying
y/n: he is crying
but that is not important rn.
can we talk about yesterday because what the fuck?
tae: YESSS i’ve been waiting for this
whoever wants the video of hobi punching the shit out of jaehyun you have to me pay at least 4k
namjoon: what is wrong with you
tae: if you want it with sound i have to charge extra
tae changed the gc name to “HOBI GOT HANDS”
y/n: not funny.
namjoon: taehyung please
jin: can’t believe hobi fr punched him
yoongi: i can
hobi: y/n you still mad??
jin: she’s using punctuation
she’s furious ☠️
jimin: sHe’S fUrIoUs 🤓☝🏼
who tf says that
jin: OHMYGOD GET OF MY DICK FOR ONE SECOND I’M BEGGING
jimin: sHe’S fUrIoUs 🤓☝🏼
tae: is she fast too lmao
y/n: shut the fuck up taehyung
tae: okay!
y/n: my boyfriend is fine btw
if any of you actually care
yoongi: don’t
hobi: i’m sorry
y/n: you laughed after you made him bleed
yoongi: didn’t you laugh too lol??
y/n: OKAY I DID A LITTLE
but that’s before i realised hoseok hit him for real
jin: you can hit someone for fake?
tae: you can watch her smile fall after the second punch in the video it’s really funny actually!!!!!!!
y/n: didnt i tell you to shut the fuck up?
tae: you did
i’m sorry
shutting up
like rn ong 🙏🏼
🤐
jin: ?
jimin: it means on god
jin: stop talking to me
jimin: sorry just making sure you got it
slang sure has changed since 1781!!!
jin: 1781????????
jk: omg that’s that one hamilton song
hobi: there is no hamilton song called 1781
jimin: are we talking about the 1975
tae: the what
hobi: aren’t they white?
tae: they????
jimin: HAMILTONS WHITE????
yoongi: the real one is
jimin: there’s a fake hamilton??
tae: hamilton a they/them?
namjoon: you can’t say that
y/n: why are we talking about hamilton?
tae: why can’t i say that?
am i pissing off the feminists? ☠️☠️☠️
namjoon: this has nothing to do with feminism
jin: i’m a feminist
tae: did my they/them hamilton question offend you??
jin: tf does that even mean
jimin: born in 1066 doesn’t even know what pronouns are
jin: fuck you and ur proverbs
y/n: he literally said pronouns
tae: i’m a prosexhaver
yoongi: you have stds
hobi: personally i would like to shoot taehyung
jk: sex haver????
jin: virgin
y/n: he makes me sick
jimin: oh i HATE him
namjoon: deep breaths
tae: ???
wtf
why did you all just turn on me like that?
guys are you jealous of my sex having abilities?
everyone be honest now
y/n: you clearly don’t know what shutting the fuck up includes
tae: ok i’m sorry
never speaking again starting in like
an hour
i promise
y/n: how about now
tae: 30 mins?
y/n: kys
tae: stop flirting omg 🤭
yoongi: idiot
jk: WAIT OMG?
HOBI FR PUNCHED JAEHYUN??/! ö
jin: you were literally there??
jk: I THOUGHT THAT WAS A DREAM
OHMYGOD
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
HEHEHE
OMG HOBI THATS CRAZY
UR CRAZY
hobi: i’m not crazy
jimin: like crazy
y/n: you think it’s funny??
jk: NO
no
absolutely not wtf
????????
hoseok why would you do that?
that’s so messed up
shame on you really
shame on you
jimin: ur pathetic actually
namjoon: anyways hobi it was wrong of you to result to violence just because you were jealous
please apologise
y/n please accept his apology you know hobi wouldn’t never want to upset you on purpose he loves and cares for you deeply
kiss and make up guys
you don’t want to fuck up our group dynamic do you???
no?
didn’t think so!!
wow would you look at that we are all friends again
smooth like butter 🧈 💛
dynamite 🧨
borahae in this bangtan shit for life 💜💜
y/n: kys
jk: KISS???????????
jin: hobi was jealous?
hobi: NO?????????
yoongi: interesting
jimin: yeah that’s crazy
hobi: I WASN’T I SWEAR
namjoon: you weren’t???
oh
my fault
hobi: yeah your fault
maybe ur just projecting lol
jimin: yeah calling bullshit
if you didn’t punch him out of jealously
what did you punch him for???
tae: it’s cuz he was like feeling her up right in front of our faces right??
have he no respect?
jk: respect no he have?
tae: stop
jk: sorry
tae: actually nvm you were agreeing with me
agree some more
jk: i agree some more
tae: see?
jk: see??
tae: what a nasty pervert freak of a man
namjoon: look in a mirror
jimin: that’s crazy because i wasn’t talking you
tae: right joon shut the hell up
jk: zip it
jimin: you as in YOU taehyung and jungkook
i was talking to hobi not you guys
jk: oh
tae: we talk for hobi
hobi: no you don’t
tae: we ARE hobi
jk: i’m not hobi
or am i?????
ohmgod am i???
yoongi: ur all so annoying
y/n: ok hoseok wasn’t jealous are you stupid??
why would he be jealous?????
hobi: right!
i was drunk
jin: i swear you didn’t drink last night??
hobi: ur not helping?
jimin: i’m telling you it’s bullshit
tae: ok now let’s talk about how that was coolest thing hobi’s ever done in his life should of tagged me in fr fr
i would of gone crazy no joke 💯💯
we would of got him so bad hobi
#dreamteam 😍
namjoon: taehyung
tae: what?
i’m just saying
y/n: say one more thing
tae: i’m sorry
sorry
SORRY 😢
jimin: so the plot thickens!!
hobi: there is not plot
there is no jealousy
jin: ok why did you punch him then
hobi: i was drunk i said that already
jin: you DIDN’T drink
guys why is he lying to us
do you not trust us???
come on step into my office hoseok
open up to daddy jin
y/n: ew???
jin: ew?
y/n: that’s what i said
jin: but in spainnnnnn
y/n: stop
jin: 🫰🏻
yoongi: hobi do you want to fuck y/n?
hobi: what
yoongi: answer the question
y/n: yoongi wtf???
namjoon: yoongi please
jk: DO NOT ANSWER DO NOT ANSWER DO NOT ANSWER
hobi: i’m not answering that wtf
jimin: i think we all know his answer anyways
yoongi: yeah
but i want him to say it
tae: waitttt kinky
say it hoseok 😋😋😋
namjoon: can we not rn…
jimin: tae you definitely need to add him to ur stupid little group chat
tae: ummmm
it’s not stupid it’s real actually
jk: real men only!!!
tae: hobi are you a real man?
hobi: what
tae: are you real??
hobi: yeah
jk: say it
hobi: say what?
tae: i’m real
hobi: i’m real?
tae: REAL UGLY
HAHAHA
jk: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
hobi: u guys are so unfunny it hurts
tae: got you lolz
namjoon: taehyung stop talking
tae: forgive me? 🥺
hobi tried to come for what we stand for
hobi: i literally didn’t???
it was jimin
jin: hey wait what group chat??
let me in what the hell
yoongi: no
jin: ur in the gc too??
yoongi: am i?
jk: he is
tae me joon and yoongi 💓
namjoon: can you stfu.
jin: EVEN JOON??????
let me in or ur all going to hell
y/n: yeah me too wtf??
tae: jin
between me and you
your invite may arrive soon
i’ve seen your eyes wondering as of late
jin: ????
what
yeah ok nvm!
i think i’ll live not being in ur gc
and if this is about what i think it’s about
count me out
jk: aw man :/
tae: wow so many haters in this life
you’ll regret this
you’ll be begging on ur knees to join real soon
y/n: WHAT ABOUT ME HELLO????
jk: hiiiiiii ^_^
y/n: ykw nvm idc
yoongi: you do
y/n: not
yoongi: yeah ok :3
namjoon: there is no group chat
jk: ??? yes there is don’t be silly joon 😂😂
namjoon: OHMYGOD LEARN HOW TO TAKE A FUCKING HINT
can we move on
wtf why am i asking you guys
i’m the leader
we are moving on.
y/n: THIS IS SEGREGATION
jk: ohmygod is this a race thing???
namjoon not again
jimin: LMFAOOOSJDJJK
y/n: i mean i was talking about gender
but this could be a race thing
is this a race thing????
jk: OHMYGOD NAMJOON UR A SEXIST TOO????
i thought that was just jimin
jin: no ur right
jk: oh ok!
jimin: can you stop
i’m NOT a sexist ok
but hobi DID punch jaehyun
hobi: wtf is ur problem
jimin: sorry i needed to put everyone back on track xx
hobi: there is no track
jimin: no there is a track and i put everyone back on it
jk: train track
yoongi: lay on one?
tae: LAYOVER YES
i know that album
it’s really good
indigo flopped
namjoon: shut up shut up shut up shut up
tae: so like gf wyd rn? *kicks feet giggles*
yoongi kicked tae out of “HOBI GOT HANDS!!”
yoongi: not sorry
jk: it’s ok i forgive you
yoongi: shut up
jk: ok
y/n: he told me we should go on a break…
jk: i had a break on my bike once
then it broke
so i had a breakless bike
and i couldn’t brake
so to stop i would just pedal into walls
my bike to this day has no breaks it makes me sad
namjoon: jungkook please just get a new bike
and y/n i’m sorry to hear about your break
jk: ok >.<
y/n: thanks ig
namjoon: wait
??????
break
ur on break
with jaehyun?
y/n: no i’m on a break with fucking usher
jin: A BREAK?????????????
jimin: WOAH WAIT HOLD ON
yoongi: is he fucking stupid???
jk: USHER???
hobi: no jungkook she’s talking about jaehyun
jk: oh
hobi: jaehyun
nct jaehyun your friend jaehyun.
jk: OHMYGOD WAIT WHAT WHATWHENDHDHDJDJD WHAT OHMYGOF OHMSYSH DKEJEJDJG SISHDJXMISSHENDODJDIDUSJEJFJDKDKFNDBDNDMDNDFNFNFNFMMF
jk added tae to “HOBI GOT HANDS!!”
jk: LOOK
tae: hey guys u missed me 😁?
jk: LOOK
tae: looking
jk: LOOKSKKSKSKDKDKDDKK
tae: holy shit
y/n are you ok??
jimin: THIS IS INSANE
y/n: yeah fuck him and fuck his break
yoongi: i’ll break his neck
jin: jungkook get ur friend
jk: JSNDNDNNDJJDJDFJNDJDJDJDJD ahshshxhdnxndnxnd JAJSHDBSBDBXBXNXNXJXJXJZHHXHXBSHSHSHXHZJZJXJXJXJJXJXJJDD SHSNDNDNDNDNXNDJJDXJXJXJX DHXJDJDNDNDNXXNZN
tae: woah
hobi: but are you like actually ok???
y/n: never been better
namjoon: no fr it’s ok if you’re upset
y/n: i’m not upset
jimin: wow
so like
wow
idk how to comfort people namjoon say something
namjoon: there there?
jin: chin up!!!!!
jk: I AM ALSO SINGLE THIS IS SUCH A COINCIDENCE LIKE WE ARE BOTH SINGLE AT THE SAME TIME WOW LIKE YEAH UR ON A HREAK BUT UR BASICALLY SINGLE THATS REALLY CRAZY LIKE HAHA LOL WE ARE SINGLE LOOK AT US TWO SINGLE PEOPLE WHO HAPPEN TO LIVE TOGETHER MAYBE WE SHOULD IDK LIKE HEHEH JSJSJJSJDJ
yoongi: when are we jumping him??
i can leave now
y/n: shut up
yoongi: you coming over?
y/n: no?
yoongi: boo
y/n: i’m going to hobi’s
hobi: you are??
jimin: to fight or fuck??
y/n: shut up
jin: that’s crazy
hobi broke up a happy home
hobi: i’m genuinely so sorry
i didn’t mean to
y/n: wasn’t even ur fault don’t apologise
he was a acting weird for a while
wanted to live in denial but it’s whatever idc!!!!!!!
tae: you clearly do care and that’s ok
y/n: i DON’T
tae: y/n
y/n: taehyung
jimin: ew like why is taehyung being all serious i hate it
tae: cuz this is serious
y/n: it’s not
tae: it’s ok to be upset
y/n: i know and i’m NOT
tae: y/n
y/n: i’m not upset omg????
stop being weird i’m like so ok it’s crazy
jimin: like crazy lolz
jin: that is the second time you’ve made that joke and it was just as unfunny as it was the first time you said it
jimin: why are you keeping tabs on me and what i say get a LIFE
jin: you make me want to kms
jimin: do it
jin: namjoon get him before i get violent
namjoon: guys can you see we have bigger issues going on rn
be serious for once
y/n: i’m fine
there is no serious issue
i’m ok
no tears
no noting
i’m fine ok? ok
tae: y/n
y/n: tae stop
ykw ur pissing me off
ur all pissing me off
y/n left “HOBI GOT HANDS!!”
hobi: oh wow
jin: i didn’t even do anything fr
jimin: i blame tae
yoongi: jaehyun is a bitch
jk: do you think she’ll let me kiss her now?
namjoon: jungkook shut up
tae do NOT message her
and yoongi do not even THINK about leaving your house rn
i think we need to have a group meeting or something
sorry this sucks i just needed a reason to get rid of jaehyun so we could move forward LMAO i’m sorry better things coming soon 😁🙏🏽
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