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cupidzgf · 4 months

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CHRISTMAS MORNING | SATORU GOJO

☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ summary: satoru wakes you up on christmas morning to open presents. its 7 am and you want to sleep.

cw: mentions of sexual activity, non sorcerer au, rich!gojo, no pronouns, no smut, fluff, all of it is fluff. w/c: 1.8k a/n: my first post in a long time. ahh kinda nervous I hope you like it! merry christmas eve!

christmas was an occasion that satoru always went above and beyond to make special.

whether it was for his sake or yours, he made sure there was no way to get out of decorating his place, baking cookies, or matching christmas pajamas. not that you mind. you savored the time away from work to bask in each other's presence uninterrupted and entirely devoted to the holiday, but what perhaps made it even more so was the slow wake of your lover beside you.

his hands, warm from where they were pressed against your midsection during slumber, trace the curve of your spine. his fingers dip between the knobs of your vertebrae gently as if trying to rouse you as well. it works because your mind slips from your unconscious state into consciousness with the kisses he presses at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. sensing the shift in your stirring frame, his kisses grow in numbers as they rise up the column of your throat, lips brushing and pressing with varying pressure on previous faded marks.

you lay on your side, facing away from him, and satoru practically climbs on top of you just as your eyes flutter open to get your attention to fall solely on him.

in the blink of an eye, you're met with an infinite void of vivid, azure irises peering at you with an expression you can only describe as childlike.

"it's christmas." a dimpled grin beams from his too-wide smile, devouring your lips in one fell swoop before you can protest. satoru vibrates with excitement, and he pours every ounce into the kiss, holding your face with a giddy glee. "merry christmas."

a sleepy grin of your own curls at your lips as you try to regain your breath from the overwhelmingly passionate kiss you just received before speaking softly in an admiration-filled voice. "merry christmas, toru."

you lay there, admiring your boyfriend, as he practically jumps off the bed and pulls your arm. "c'mon, we have to open presents! pleaseeee," he whines impatiently, tugging at your hand like a small child. you groan, still exhausted from the long night at suguru's house, and attempt to roll over.

suguru's christmas eve party the night before had left both of you exhausted, though the way satoru acts, you would never have guessed. your friend was never one to skimp out on these rare get-togethers with your friend group, formed from years enrolled at the same college. the holiday atmosphere and the rich decor lulled you into christmas cheer, which always made for great nights of booze, food, and rekindling. dripping in wealth satoru insists on buying for you, the two of you made it back in the early hours of the morning, drunk and worn out from socializing.

this, however, did not stop satoru from fucking you into the bed like he had been deprived of your touch (he had clung to you the entire night), where you both passed out after a single round.

now you're paying the price for the long night as his eyes widen comically when you avoid him. he rushes to stop you by throwing himself over you and, despite your protesting, makes you face him.

"nah, uh, where do you think you're going? it's christmas! we have presents from santa–"

"--he's not real, baby. let me sleep a couple more minutes." you chime back, and his expression drops with a huff.

"you don't know that! and we only will when we look under the tree," he states jokingly, refocusing his abundance of energy on getting you up.

you scoff, raising an incredulous eyebrow. "yeah, like you would be on the nice list."

satoru gasps, loud and dramatic, falling to his knees in front of your bed with a cry.

"how could you say such a thing? i'm the kindest, nicest person you know!" he exclaims, a hand hovering over his heart to further the theatrics, and you can't help but roll your eyes at his exaggeration.

"you weren't very nice last night."

his eyes shift, darkening by a shadow passing over his irises as they gain a mischievous gleam. satoru leans over you despite kneeling on the floor. "oh yeah? well, you didn't seem to mind when i fucked your pretty pussy so hard she was crying and screaming my name–"

"ok, time to get up!" you interrupt, mortified by the vivid personification he used to describe last night, your cheeks set aflame by his teasing. you hide from his cocky chuckle and self-satisfied smirk, embarrassment churning in your gut as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"that's what i thought, sweetheart." cocky bastard.

you rummage the floor for a shirt, the blanket covering your lower half as you throw his santa hat off the first one you can find, which coincidentally is his.

satoru whines sadly when his shirt covers your bare breasts, a frown pulling his lips down as your once naked body, decorated in hickeys, is covered. "what's the point of my hard work if you're just going to cover it?" he gestures to the bruises, pouting with the familiar solum look he uses when he wants something.

"i'm not going out there naked, toru." slipping on slippers, you stand, craning your neck to look him in the eye. your exasperation does not go unnoticed by the white-haired male.

"there's no reason you can't," he suggests, tugging you in front of him and letting his hands settle on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "it could be like a christmas present…to me!"

you raise an eyebrow. "i thought you wanted to open gifts?"

his face brightens as he remembers his original goal, his one-track mind making his hand tug you to the door without a second thought and newfound eagerness.

your living room is the same as you left it last night, with your cocktail dress strewn across the back of the sofa and satoru's shoes scattered across the hardwood, but what's different is the snow swirling in slow flakes outside the massive windows. it lands on the window sill, and the rest slowly descends to the world outside satoru gojo's penthouse. the bleak grey does nothing to discourage the sight of the luminescent christmas tree taking up your living room and glittering with a rainbow of lights against the grey sky in the ray of morning light.

a christmas morning crafted from a hallmark movie.

an array of presents ranging in various sizes and shapes overflows from under the tree you decorated weeks ago, and before you know it, you throw yourself into your lover's arms. a teasing remark sits at the tip of his tongue, maybe to poke fun at your elation, but he hesitates, fingers twitching at his side. in a moment so delicate it could be shattered like glass, he frames every second of the scene into memory, holding the warm and achy feeling in his chest close.

arms circle your body pressed tightly into satoru's, butterflies erupting from your stomach when you glance upwards and find him already staring.

"thank you," you muster every ounce of sincerity into your voice, swallowing the lump forming in your throat when he returns your gentle smile with his own.

"don't thank me yet. you haven't even seen what i got you!" effortlessly, he turns your attention away from the raw and achy emotions being pulled to the surface and onto you, where your eyes sparkle with eagerness.

the both of you find a seat on the floor and begin the seemingly endless presents and discarded wrapping paper; the laughter and joy that can only come from christmas morning echo off the walls you call home. and when the gifts are opened, and the faint tune of falling snow is all that's left, you are sure it can't get any better.

even as satoru nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, his lips parting to whisper the words on your skin that have never been uttered in a moment of complete clarity. "i love you."

it somehow becomes perfect.

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staring at your mountain of gifts, ranging from designer to everything under the sun you mentioned wanting during the year, piles around you, and the thrill of being spoiled by your filthy rich boyfriend quickly wears off into guilt.

was his presents thoughtful? yes. overwhelming? also yes. especially since neither the price nor the quantity of gifts you'd given him come close to what you have. so the shame of being spoiled and unable to provide the same, in turn, quiets you into an insecure ball of nerves.

"do you like it?" your heavy gaze lifts to find him, and he squirms where he sits, uncharacteristically nervous. he waits for your reaction with uncertain eyes, wringing his hands together to calm his apprehension. "i tried to get everything you wanted, but i know how you feel when i overdo things…"

"satoru," you breathe, looking over the gifts once more. the following words come in a gentle coo he's come to recognize are used to let him down easily. "i do love everything, but it is a lot. you didn't have to spend so much."

frowning, your gaze flickers to him, and his eyes dip, avoiding yours. "ah, okay. i didn't mean to upset you," he murmurs in a quiet, saddened voice, and you quickly shake your head, realizing he took it the wrong way. shuffling on your knees to where he sits, you fall into his chest. solid and well-defined arms circle your body without a word, and you hear the distinct sound of his breath hitching at the contact.

"never. you're too good to me and treat me so well, baby, but you don't have to spend all your money on me."

"trust me, i didn't," he teases, attempting to regain the lighthearted atmosphere, before adding in a more hopeful tone, "but i'm glad you like your gifts."

"oh yes, the lingerie set was especially thoughtful," you joke, and he cracks a smile at that. only your expression falls a moment later when you clear your throat. "i just hope what i got is okay. i know you've been asking for a new watch and those glasses, but it's hard to find gifts for someone who has everything. i'm sorry i didn't get you more."

the sad murmur and downcast expression made satoru's heart crack, remorse twisting his stomach into knots. "no, no, no baby, i love what you got me. i couldn't be happier with all of your thoughtful gifts." he kisses the top of your head, resting his head on yours for a quiet moment of admittance that makes you fall in love with him all over again. "but everything i want is right here with you, sweet thing."

#merry christmas #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x reader #satorugojo

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tan1shere · 5 months

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Slumber Party

Ellie williams x fem reader!

A/n: Hello my lovelies, first post on here (more active on wattpad) but thought I'd occasionally post here when I'm bored. If you have any requests at all they're definitely open! Also this is kinda short but I don't plan on making the next part as short. Enjoyyyy ☆°•

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Summary: like the song slumber party. Ellie thinks she can treat you better then your shitty girlfriend

Warnings: smut, (not in this chapter) read at your own risk (mdni) Dom but soft, protective, ellie! Reader is quite innocent, is very soft also. Cunnilingus (duh- also not in this chapter) your girlfriend in this is an asshole. Abuse, somewhat angst, crying. Lmk if there was anything else!

Pt 2 here! ~ pt 3 here!

Ellie hated Isabel, your girlfriend. She treated you horribly, and Ellie really hated when you'd bawl your eyes out over the phone to her whenever Isabel would storm out of your shared apartment. She hated the fact anyone would make you cry. She never liked seeing you unhappy. Isabel shared this hatred. She never liked you hanging around Ellie, even if you have known Ellie almost all your life. She would scold you after everytime you and her would hang out. You'd come back to the apartment smiling. "What're you smiling about?" You just smile more happy to tell. "Ellie she makes the funniest jo-" "I don't like you being round her Y/n." You would always stare blankly at her, struggling to find the words, leaving your mouth open while you ponder.

Today was not off to a great start. Ellie had just been over, you two were having such a great time. "I should probably get going squirt." She would flash her smile at you, ruffling your hair slightly, as she stood to go to the door. Ellie was a bit older then you, and come to think of it so was Isabel. Let's just say you had a thing for older ladies. (Only by like 6 years) You also stand up, seeing her out and saying goodbye. But as you open the door you're met woth those dark brown eyes. Isabel had just arrived back from work. She glares at the auburn haired girl, making her way inside. "Well hi to you too." Ellie scoffs then looks at you. "Text you when im home." You give her a small nod and a smile before she leaves to her car. You turn around to be faced with a stern Isabel. "You know how I feel about her being in our home. Especially when I'm not here." You never really talk back to Isabel you always apologize and go into the kitchen to make food. She was truly a bitch and she started showing her true colors the moment you two moved in together. You never understood what you would do so wrong. You made every dinner. Every lil food she'd want. The laundry. Just to please her. And although it'd work, it'd never last. "I'm sorry Iz.. She just really wanted to show me this art she was working on and in person. Nothing more I swear." She let's out a scoff. "Why should I believe you it's almost every day you spend with her. It's sickening and pathetic." You stare at her as she says that. She would always make you feel stupid. When in fact you were quite smart you knew what most things meant. Maybe not so much bedroom stuff. But you were book smart nonetheless. Speaking of bedroom. You were basically a virgin. You've kissed Isabel many times done a lil something here and there but it was definitely not much. So you were certainly not confident on that subject. Although Ellie would tell you all sorts of stories about the girls she's been with. It fascinated you to learn all these new terms and what everything was. "I promise to talk to you before hand next time-" She instantly cuts you off. "Why are you still standing here. Cook, I've been working all day." She spits going to your guys shared bedroom. You sigh doing so. And that was your life.

It was maybe a couple weeks after, you had felt like you were coming down with something so you decided that bed rest was the best thing. It was now 3 in the afternoon. You were sleeping in your bed when the door busted open. "What the fuck are you still doing in bed it's almost 4!" Isabel was home and not happy. You sit up a bit. "Yes I know I'm sorry bu-" She drops her bags. "This place is a mess, there's dishes out. Foods not even ready. Laundry is still in the hamper. What fucking else." You look at her softening your look. "Iz, I'm sorry- I woke up feeling horrid so I decided to stay in bed." She shakes her head. "Even when I have the worst headache known to man I still get my ass up and work. You know all that sweet money, I work for that. And you work here that is your job." This was one of the moments were you'd feel bad for yourself. Weak. Weaker right now considering you're sick. You look down at the sheets. "Are you even listening to me? You spoiled brat." She doesn't do what she does next often but when she does you know you're in the shit. She hits you. Hard. "Wonder why I have a headache all the time. It's you and your whiney voice. Look at how pathetic you are." She glares down at your drowsy figure. You feel tears finally sting as you had held them in. Refusing to let yourself be so weak, but you give in. Feeling overwhelmed with emotions right now. "What the fuck are you gunna be like when I go away in a few weeks huh? You better keep this place spotless you know about the cameras. I'll be watching you." Yes. The oh so lovely cameras. They're only in the kitchen, living room and laundry. The only places you slave away at. "I will iz I promise." She hums. "I'll believe it when i see it. I needa go out and grab some stuff. Make sure dinners ready when I get back." She says before getting her keys and leaving. You then sob. Letting it all out as you shakily grab your phone going to the only person who knows how to comfort you. Ellie.

When she arrives not long after, giving a honk. You go outside and get in the passenger seat. "Off anywhere?" You shake your head. "No that's alright. I don't want to get yelled at.." Ellie sighs. "Bub, you can't keep letting her treat you like this-" "if I left I'd have nowhere to go Els.." She keeps looking at you. "Yes you do. Mine." You let out a small breath looking down at your hands. "Everythings so messy." She nods, even if you can't see. "I know angel but my offer still and will forever stand. I think you should take it." You just wipe the small tears forming at your eyes. "How was your day?" She hates how you change the subject. She always has. She wants to talk about it with you more. Comfort you more. "Pretty easy going. Do you want a hug love?" You shake your head. "Its best if you don't come near me right now-" "I promise it's not gunna affect me if you cry. You know that." You nod. "I know, but I'm sick- thats why she yelled at me.." She furrows her brows. "She got mad at you because you weren't feeling well? What a fucking bitch." You sigh, in the midst of a slight cough. "Angel you should go back in and rest. Let me help-" You immediately shake your head. "She'd know you were there. I- I couldn't risk that." You always felt awful. Not because you got yelled at but because she would want to pick a fight with Ellie too. Ellie was older then Iz too, more mature. Never bought into her crap. "I'll make sure she doesn't yell at you, you really need rest you work your ass off-" You stop her talking. "I don't want her to try anything with you Els." She shakes her head. "She won't. I promise just let me make you some soup and tuck you in. Please, just that." You contemplate whether or not you should but you nod regardless.

She was making the soup trying to be as speedy in hopes she wouldn't bump into Isabel. "Here you go. Say you made it for yourself. I also cleaned a lil." She sends you a wink. And when she says a lil she means the whole lot. "Els, you seriously didn't have to." She smiles gently. "No but I wanted to. I also made something else. Knowing grump would be hungry when she gets back." You look at her so thankful. "You have no idea how much I appreciate you." She gives you a kiss on the head. "Call if you need anything else. I love you." She says while looking in your eyes. "I love you too Els." You respond sweetly. Oh how stupid you were to realize how INlove she was with you. But she plans to show you sooner or later. As she's the one you should truly, be with.

#elliewilliams #ellie williams the last of us smut #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams series

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mushm00nsblog · 3 months

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So many nights you’ve fallen asleep on top of Ittos sprawled out body. You’re used to him taking up the whole bed- used to hugging onto his body like a koala. After all, he’s always hogging the bed, it’s the only way you two can sleep in the same bed together!

This irked you, having trouble sleeping in the same positions every night, not having any room to sprawl out or get comfy because his large body and dramatic sleeping positions quite literally removed any room for other parties- it was getting old. And you wanted an escape.

Alas, without having to make any fuss over trying something new, Itto had a scheduled gang camping event, which you opted out of to take advantage of the opportunity, giving you one night to yourself.

When the event rolls around, you found yourself dreading the part of you and Ittos break the most. All you could say is, your bed is very.. big. You had fallen asleep just fine without him at first, but you had woken up only a few hours later to find your bed empty..

Obviously it’s going to be empty- given how the one and only oni is camping and hanging out with his best buds- but you couldn’t help but feel lonely.

Your mind shifted to all the benefits to having itto as your sleeping partner. For starters, you never had to rely on a pillow to keep your head propped up and free your neck from uncomfortable twists.

Ittos chest has been your heads resting place since the very beginning of your agreement to live together. He was practically your own personal mattress. A built in body pillow!

It’s no wonder you’re struggling with such a drastic change when the thing you lacked most of all on this night was Itto himself.

Needless to say, when your lover had returned from his camping trip, you pulled him up into your room for a long napping session. Having missed his touch that soothes your body into a deep slumber.

You’re never going to take this bed hog for granted anymore after this. After all, he’s the one who can get you through the night completely now. What would you do without him?

hello! vivi here <3 just budding in to tell you that I hope you enjoyed my lil Itto post here! it’s my first time ever writing for him so i hope it met your expectations.

reposts are greatly appreciated! please don’t claim my posts as your own and give correct crediting if you do end up posting this somewhere else! thank you for your time.

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grapejuicestyless · 10 months

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I Just Want To Be Loved.

Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Summery: It’s been the long haul for you and Harry. You spent everyday together for years. Recently, all you’ve been doing is spending your time apart. Is it so much to ask for him to come home?

Love on tour was there full definition of love. The atmosphere was filled with warmth and a kindness that seemed unique purely for the shows within it. Friendships blossomed in every section and fans showed their appreciation with projects projecting rainbows and meaningful messages to prove it. It was everything you’d think love could be.

So it made sense as to why Harry kept adding more shows, prolonging the inevitable end of the years he’d spent away from home. He, just as much as anyone else, loved to be loved. I couldn’t blame him. If I was him, I would’ve done the same.

Yet still, even though the tour was pure fluff and happiness, it drew a bubbling sadness from deep within every time he frolicked onto that stage. A sparkly, blinding reminder that once again, he was out making a name and I was at home, holding onto the ounces of love he shared over the phone each night.

The excitement coursing through me when he announced the final shows was extreme. Though I pretended to be bummed for the sad ending, and the tough parting from the band and the fans, I couldn’t be more happy to get my Harry back.

I longed for those peaceful moments in the mornings, my hands tracing his nose and his fingers playing with my hair until our touches became lazy and we dozed back off into a light slumber. I missed those loving times that were stolen from me with every new date added.

It felt selfish, to want to take such a core memory from the fans, people who Harry adored like his friends. People I’d grown to love throughout the years of our friendship and eventually our relationship. I’d had Harry at my fingertips for years, they only had him for a night. Yet it was so hard to share him.

Thinking deeply, I fought with my inner thoughts about the delicate line that was selfish and justified until my phone buzzed in a heartbeat pattern on the kitchen counter.

Turning it over, I watched Harry’s name pop up, hearts decorated around his name, “H,” as I had set it as on my phone.

I leaned forward, forearms resting against the cold countertops and the ripped collar of Harry’s shirt twisted between my fingers while I waited happily for the image of Harry to load up on my screen.

“Hi, Baby!” He called excitedly in all his post show sweaty glory. He had curls stuck to his forehead and his cheeks were shiny and sparkling under the yellow lighting of his hotel room.

“Hi, H. How was your show?” I laughed at his exasperation. He made it obvious that he had rushed into his room to call me, the heavy breathing he tried to muffle and the quickness of his chest giving him away.

“Amazing, baby. It’s just so crazy that it’s real, you know? They all came for me and my band! It’s always so surreal seeing sold out stadiums with people who came for my music.” He rambled, the same speech every single time. How he felt so lucky that something so grand could have happened to someone so average like him, even if he was far from average in my eyes.

Still, my cheeks hurt from smiling. Seeing him happy was the greatest happiness of all, to me.

“You know you deserve it. Worked so hard these past few years and now you get to celebrate it with the people who love you. I’m so proud of you.” Our eyes met, a comfortable silence forming while our smiles turned into shy giggles and eyes averting from each other like school children in love.

“I love playing for these people. I cant believe how lucky I am to be with them almost everyday of the week.” I nodded, not feeling the need to respond.

“So, that’s why my team and I were thinking…” He led me into it with false hope. Hope that he was going to say something about coming home to throw a party where I could remain attached to his hip and love on him as he did to me.

“We’re going to add a few more shows before we finish off the tour.” I nodded, still smiling.

“Like in between? Don’t you think that will be too many shows in a week?” I asked, blinded by my excitement to see him. Silence fell over the phone call, this one heavier and more tense.

“Well, not exactly.” He tried to start explaining. The smile hurting my cheeks slowly faded into a confused gaze, proudness and glee turning into hurt and a heart breaking realization.

“We were thinking of adding a few more shows in Asia and Italy around September time. Maybe even have another Harryween in the states!” He explained, looking at the ceiling. His hands eventuated his explanation dramatically, like always.

All I could do was stay silent, heart pounding into my ears and a lump in my throat expanding into a dull ache that only seemed to rise.

“Y/n, isn’t that great?” My face was frozen, eyes widened and looking straight into the blurry green ones on the glitchy FaceTime call.

“Y/n?” He called again, his voice sounding more concerned.

Maybe it was my lack of response, or the tears welling in my eyes. Maybe it was that he thought I was frozen and couldn’t hear him, or maybe all three. But I was stuck. Stuck between wanting to support all of his decisions, trying to do what was best for him and wanting to just be selfish for just a moment.

I wanted to scream at him not to add anymore shows. I wanted to yell at him for making me wait for him for so long. I wanted to be overly emotional until I turned into putty in my own hands. Yet, even in my own conflict, I couldn’t find it in me to say no to him.

“Yeah, that…that sounds great, Harry. Really, I’m excited for you.” He nodded, not fully convinced.

“O…okay. Y/n, are you okay, you look a little pale. Have I said something?” What haven’t you said? You’ve just told me your leaving me yet again.

Stay? Just stay? Please, I want to be loved. I just want to be loved. I want to be loved by you and only you. I want you to forget about everything and just let it be us again.

“No, no. I’m just getting tired. It’s getting late over here. I’d better get to bed. Goodnight, H.” My tone was monotone, lacking any emotional depth behind it. It was obvious everything I said was a lie, but he let himself accept it halfway.

“Okay, sleep well. Call me when you wake up, okay? I love you. Goodnight, baby.” I hung up the phone, throwing it as soon as it beeped to a silence. The rage I felt was ungodly. It was pent up, having been stuffed down like a gross mass of phlegm bubbling up, waiting to be spat out.

Suddenly, the lump in my throat expanded to a broken cry, a painful rip rippling down my body. An ache that had been dull for the past few months coming full surge at me in one painful swoop.

I just wanted to be loved, was that too much to ask for?

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Part 2 will be coming 🫶

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izvmimi · 6 months

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cw: minors dni. no actual smut but like a lot of allusion to sex. minor violence. this is definitely a crackfic.

There are few things you remember from the house party you had last night, but a few things are certain - one, you and Atsumu fucked, two, you and Atsumu really fucked, the type of sweaty, passionate and nasty fucking that you’ve been hoping to do since you first got to flirting and cheeky banter, and three, you’re still slightly hungover, having stumbled out of his apartment to get to work before he even woke the next morning. He was cute even slumbering, you remember, smiling as you start to recount some of the most savory parts of last night's session, toes practically curling in your heels as you stack up your papers to pack up for home. Your work day came to a close sooner than you could imagine, and Atsumu has already invited you on another date for this evening, this time at one of the nicest places in town. Perks of dating a professional athlete, of course.

There’s just one thing you have to make sure you take care of first, and that is, retrieve a pair of scarlet lace panties, likely on his bedroom floor. You’d been mortified at first when you realized you couldn't find them, but somehow throughout the course of the day your friends convinced you that it was sexy more than anything to leave them behind for someone who was that into you. You had to admit that it was odd that Atsumu made no mention of them in your texts, but when you make it there before you head out to dinner together, you could make use of the flirty exchanges practiced in your head.

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Atsumu is out, sneaking in a 1 hour training session and a couple mile jog when he gets a text.

Where are you right now?

It’s not from you, but from Kiyoomi’s girlfriend, rather. This surprises him enough to skid to a quick stop. He remembers cleaning the house properly before leaving, but sometimes Sakusa can be really particular, even if his partner has managed to convince him to be less meticulous over time. There shouldn't be a problem with the post-party cleanup.

But Kiyoomi can just text him whenever he wants; he doesn’t have to go through her. Atsumu scratches his head but texts her back.

Jogging? He texts. What’s up?

Honestly, you should just keep doing that until Omi calms down because if he sees you, you’re dead.

Atsumu looks up and he’s already just a few feet from their apartment. He scoffs, then slips his phone back in his pocket. She’s known to be dramatic anyway and he’s still sweaty and has a date to prepare for in a little over a half hour anyway. He jogs up the stairs, congratulating himself on his pump, knowing his arms and shoulders will look extra good in his fit later on today.

As soon as he makes it just two steps from the front of the door, it swings wide open, enough that the handle opens and hits the opposite wall with a crack and his seething, red-faced roommate grabs him by the collar.

“What the-”

“WHOSE ARE THESE?!”

Kiyoomi is far stronger than he looks, and in Atsumu’s confusion he lets out a yelp, as Kiyoomi practically lifts him off the ground and thrusts a pair of soiled panties in his face, enough to make him sputter in shock. When he finally lets go, Atsumu swatting at him, the bottle blond stumbles back and he can see Kiyoomi’s partner slip into view behind his roommate from the door, her face in a frown and arms crossed over her chest. The sight of her pisses him off more.

“I did tell you to take another lap,” she murmurs. Atsumu glares at her, but his attention shifts back to Kiyoomi who throws the burgundy garment back at him.

"Whose fucking panties are these?!"

“I don’t know where these are from man?!” Atsumu yells, throwing them back. Sakusa dodges, then bucks at him, fists up before his girlfriend shrieks his name and grabs hold of his arm, begging him to relax.

“Stop!”

Sakusa whips around quickly to glare at her as well and she frowns.

“What do you mean, stop!? You just chewed me out for nearly half an hour and now you’re acting like I’m unreasonable???”

She pouts, embarrassed, but then sighs. “Okay, how would you react if some random dude’s jockstrap was in my apartment? How am I supposed to guess it’s your roommate’s?”

“Who just wears jockstraps? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t make fun of my analogies!”

Atsumu looks back and forth between the two of them, still confused, but then it clicks and his eyes widen.

“Oh…” he starts but Sakusa’s dark eyes snap back at him.

“Don’t say oh like you don’t know what happened, I’ll knock your fucking teeth in,” he hisses. Atsumu reels but then flashes of what exactly happened last night run through his mind and it clicks.

He… didn’t take your intense makeout session into his room.

It wasn’t his room, it was Kiyoomi’s.

The dresser you leaned on while taking backshots? Not his. The mirror through which he watched your ass bounce up and down his cock? Also not his. The bedsheets you twisted and came over and over again on? Not his! He must have fucked you on every single surface… not one of them his.

“Fuck,” is all that he manages to make out. Sakusa glares, but by now he’s calmed down, and his girlfriend has managed to sheepishly rub his shoulder into calm behavior.

“I’m getting a hotel tonight and you’re paying for it.” Sakusa turns on his heels, taking his girlfriend’s hand, and the door slams. Atsumu is left to look at a pair of scarlet panties sit forlornly in the corner.

He has to admit. They are a sexy pair.

—

Atsumu meets you outside his apartment, just moments after Sakusa has sped off in his car, and he’s dressed but visibly distressed. You smile at him but notice his unrest.

“Hey.”

Your heart pounds. Maybe he didn’t think the panty drop-off was cute?

He doesn’t seem upset though. He gives you a weak smile back, then pecks you on the cheek before handing you a parcel in a brown paper bag. Your stomach turns.

“I.. uh, think you left something last night,” he says in a small voice.

Shit.

“Yeah.. uh… sorry.”

The two of you stand in front of each other, bashfully. You let your hand run through your hair, then smile.

“I thought it would be cute,” you start explaining before regretting it. Atsumu offers you yet another weak grin.

“It would have been… if uh, it were the right room.”

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu crack #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #daydreams: hq #mimi's notes

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silent-browser · 11 months

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Reformatting this bitch like a head cannon!!!

Oh boy. I adding to the werewolf post cuz I wanna. Part 1

Quick recap. You have partner/boyfriend. Partner out of town. You try to surprise partner. Partner/wolf surprises you instead. Not that you know the huge wolf is him.

The next morning is arguably more confusing than the night before as you wake up to your "out of town" boyfriend in the bed with you, asleep and looking very self satisfied.

Asleep until you hit them with a pillow and start interrogating him on how the heck he got in and where the big fuck-you wolf disappeared to

Welp, the cat- or I suppose wolf is out of the bag and they had some explaining to do

They are at least glad that the wolf in them approves of their choice in partner.

They explain everything.

How they came to be like this (attacked on a mountain trail while hiking)

Why they have been hiding themselves away every full moon (transform in peace and to keep others safe)

That they are either asleep or just not at the proverbial wheel when they turn (it's all instinct and the long slumbering beast when they turn. Full moonlight wakes it up they suppose)

You honestly think they are lying at first

A joke surely

A humorous ruse to avoid you finding out that they have an illegal pet wolf

But the look on their face... That apologetic and scared look. The look they have every single time you find them following you around

The guilty look

You ask instead "Why didn't the wolf rip me to shreds? You said that you have to stay away from people when you turn to avoid hurting anyone. Why didn't it hurt me?"

They honestly don't know. Maybe something to do with their scent just naturally being on you and that told the wolf that you were not to be hurt

You both stay in bed for a while after, just talking about the experience and what it means for your future together

He's so scared you would leave him. That you would scream and run for the hills

He doesn't know what he would do without you normally but after that night, he felt different in some way

As if he would crumble if you said you didn't want him anymore

As if the wolf would overtake him completely if you said you were leaving for good

As if he would die without you

The thought and realization shook him to his core

Yes... He would die without you. You are his life line. His air. His sanity. If you left he might just crumble away and die. Leaving behind only a husk of a human being for the wolf to take over

You suddenly interrupt his dark spiral when you suddenly remember the entire reason you came last night

You hop out of bed and quickly grab the food you brought over and had an impromptu breakfast in bed party

"I would never leave you" you told them while holding their hand

And they melted

You joke about wishing you knew sooner and how late night dates will have to be more carefully planned out now but they just stared at your face with all of the love in the world radiating from them

Now that the aftermath is done...

DOMESTIC THINGS AND FUTURE TURNS!

They admit that they like being pet, even when they are themselves so a common thing for the both of you to do is movie night cuddles and head pats

You both cook meat more than before. It's to the point where the local butcher knows the both of you by name (sorry vegans but this is a werewolf fic so meat eating is gonna happen)

Because they are accepting the wolf in them a little easier they have become a little more territorial

Unknown people on their doorstep make them uneasy and they can often come off as cold and rude to delivery people when they stop by (Door to door missionaries get growled at)

You know better now and avoid their place the next time the full moon comes around. You are respecting their space. They have a quiet house to spend time in. Everything is fine right?

WRONG

Wolfie is pissed

He wants his human in his nest again gosh darn it!

He made it all pretty and everything too

He spends his entire night trying to escape

Clawing at door ways and window frames

Ramming his body into doors

Howling as loud as he can go, hoping to attract you back to his den. Letting you know that he is here and ready to snuggle again

When boyfriend wakes back up his entire house is destroyed.

Picture frames knocked off walls, doors clawed to shit, three windows broken and some noise complaints from his neighbors in his messages

What the heck happened last night!?

Wolf has never done this before so why now!?

It only gets worse every full moon after

Until wolf finally gets out

Adrenaline and desperation runs his mind when he gets out

He has to find you. He has to

Continuation in the future???? Was this even a good continuation of the first post??? Big shrugs all around.

@samuelftm Here ya go hun. I hope you like it.

#soft yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere monster #yandere werewolf #werewolf x reader #werewolf #soft yandere werewolf #soft yandere > regular yandere #I agree whoever created that tag #might have been me actually #im trying to get better at this

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laracrofted · 9 months

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slumber party kissing

synopsis: after a bachelorette party, you and phoenix have a sleepover.

pairing: natasha trace x fem!reader (c/s: comet)

warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni, explicit smut (oral sex, fingering, praise, condescension, phoenix has dom vibes), alcohol consumption, and language. (wc: 1.8K)

note: you can definitely read this as a standalone, but it's a direct prequel to supernova 💖 listen to naked in manhattan and red wine supernova by chappell roan for the vibes!

a huge shoutout to @sometimesanalice who mentioned a prequel back when i posted supernova and is the only reason i ever started writing this. tagging a few people who might be interested: @theharddeck @sebsxphia @sylviebell @callsignspark @lewmagoo @roosterbruiser @sushiwriterhere

You're a little drunk.

Margarita drunk, which is your sluttiest kind, personally.

You probably wouldn't have been so bold, so clumsily forward otherwise. You wouldn't gone about it a different way, one with less potential to publicly embarrass you.

"How big is your bed?"

A small smirk dances on her pink lips as Phoenix regards you, glowing pink in the magenta lights.

She wipes a lipstick print from the mouth of her own margarita glass. Sugar catches on her fingers, and with a quick and efficient swipe of her tongue, she licks them clean.

Leaning against the bar, Phoenix has to raise her voice to be heard over the music. "Why're you asking?"

You lean on her, dipping your chin over the elegant slope of her shoulder, and Phoenix holds your weight without question.

You slowly blink up at her from under long and dark lashes, jet black.

(You're wearing a new mascara, a waterproof one that promised you sensational lashes through a long night's worth of blood, sweat, tears, and whatever other bodily fluids might make an appearance at a multi-hour bachelorette party.)

"I dunno if I can make it home. Can I sleep over?"

You're being a little bit dramatic, probably a little whiney in all honestly. You could definitely go home. You just don't want to go home alone.

Her brow quirks, cool and calm and frustratingly unreadable. "We live on the same floor, Comet, I can walk you back."

A small pout forms on your lips, bottom lip jutted out and glossy.

"Payback called me with a wedding emergency when I was doing m' laundry..."

Which hadn't been an emergency at all, Payback had just wanted you to back him up on putting a song from The Godfather on the DJ's mix. You'd sided with the bride.

(Any sane person who'd already bought a dress for the rehearsal dinner and the wedding and didn't want to be un-invited would.)

"...and when I get back, I won't have any sheets on my bed."

She laughs. A low and sweet sound. "How about I come over and put your sheets on for you? We could..."

Phoenix is interrupted when the Maid of Honor waves at you both and cups her hands around her mouth and yells, "Uber'll be here in 10. Ten minutes!"

She forms a 1 and a 0 with her fingers, and when Phoenix nods, vanishes in a sea of pink lights and reflective disco balls and bodies.

You're disappointed but do your best not to look too bummed.

How long is 10 minutes, really?

You could stay longer, could find someone else.

Someone who'll dance against your back and kiss your neck and go home with you. Someone who isn't your colleague and friend. Someone who is more interested than Phoenix seems to be.

"You ready?" Phoenix asks, signing her receipt and yours in an illegible flourish. She pushes them back across the damp surface of the counter.

"Ready for what?"

You're so sure Phoenix is dodging your – admittedly, not your best –advance.

Then, Phoenix cups your nape, gentle but firm, and smiles.

You realize that maybe Phoenix hadn't been side stepping your advance at all.

Her dark eyes gleam in the pink and purple as Phoenix leans in close, breath warm against your ear, voice husky. "For our sleepover, of course."

You almost drop your keys at least three times in your effort to unlock the door as Phoenix presses kiss after kiss against your hummingbird pulse.

You push the unlocked door open, impatient, and Phoenix follows after you with a giggle and with a heated look in her eyes, pushes you back against the metal.

Her canine teeth brush against the side of your neck, and you shiver, letting your eyes flutter closed.

"So sweet," Phoenix murmurs, nipping the heated skin once and then again. "Are you sweet all over, angel?"

Angel. You might actually die.

You almost choke on your own saliva, but Phoenix spares you the embarrassment of a fumbled answer and grasps your chin between her pointer and index and kisses you, deep and searching and wanting kiss.

You're a little breathless on the other side, grasping at Phoenix's slender shoulders for balance, for some steadiness.

"You're sweet here," Phoenix muses, brushing the pad of her thumb across your swollen lips, dipping inside your mouth and running it over the sharp edge of your incisor.

You can't help yourself.

You suck her finger deeper into your mouth, running your tongue over the sugar granules and lime that linger on her skin.

She looks at you with such satisfaction, so pleased, like Phoenix is unwrapping a present that she already knows will be exactly what she wanted.

Her wet thumb pulls from your mouth, and Phoenix eases her hand under the short hem of your dress and locates the damp spot in the center of your panties with ease. Presses down.

A half gasp rips from your lips, and Phoenix watches you with half-lidded eyes, lowering her smooth voice, rasping against your neck.

"Are you sweet here, I wonder?"

You should probably say something – anything. You're the one who made the first move here, after all, but hell, Phoenix is fucking mesmerizing. She has you in the palm of her goddamn hand.

Literally.

"So quiet," Phoenix observes. A smirk curls the corners of her mouth, like a ribbon. "Is that the good kind of quiet or the bad kind? You're not drunk, right?"

An emphatic shake of your head.

"Still want to do this?"

You nod. You nod so fucking hard.

Her smirk widens. "Use your words, angel, or I might not believe you."

"Good. Definitely good."

Her lips part as Phoenix smiles a smile as glittering as her eyeshadow. "Good."

She pulls on your hand, pulling you to the bedroom, but you stop short.

"Wait, Phoenix."

She pauses, looking at you over her shoulder, long, dark hair like a waterfall down her back.

"That wasn't a line earlier. I actually don't have any sheets on my bed right now."

She bursts out laughing.

On the clean sheets, Phoenix slides your dress up around your waist and looks at you.

Her own dress has already been shed, up and over her head, leaving her bare from the waist up in her blue panties and no bra.

"You're so..."

Words can't even describe what Phoenix is.

Radiant. Gorgeous. Ethereal.

She smiles, as if reading your mind, and moves to straddle your chest, knees denting the unwrinkled sheets on either side of your ribcage.

"So sweet," Phoenix says again. She kisses and licks at your neck, searching with her warm tongue for the spot that'll make you arch up into her hand, plucking at your nipple through your bra. "So pretty for me, angel."

A whined please slips from your lips, and Phoenix pauses, holding your arms down.

Holding your gaze, Phoenix bends to suck on your pebbled nipple, leaving a damp spot in the lace of your bra. A gasp punches from your lungs, which only makes you bend into her more, push up harder against her soft mouth.

"You're the one who invited me here, angel. Ask me."

Her knee slides between your legs as Phoenix blows a cool breath over your nipples and sucks them into her warm mouth again. You shiver and writhe underneath her.

"Ask me," Phoenix says again. An order. "Or I'll keep doing this – and only this – all night. Anyone ever made you come from this before?"

No, but Phoenix probably could.

Or Phoenix could hold you down and keep you right on the edge.

You actually don't hate the idea.

But right now, you need more.

"Can you...?"

"Can I...?" Phoenix urges. "Can I what?"

"Can you touch me? Please?"

Her expression softens, and Phoenix kisses you once more.

She settles between your legs with a concentrated expression, brows slightly wrinkled, and pulls your damp panties down your legs.

She sponges kisses on the freshly shaved skin of your legs, circling your ankles and pulling your closer with a gentle kiss behind your knee.

"Do you want me to touch you..." She brushes against your wetness with a bent knuckle in the lightest of touches. "...or taste you? Do you want to show me how sweet you can really be?"

That. You absolutely want that.

You find your voice and choke it out.

Smirking, Phoenix starts slow, all light licks and barely there kisses and content breaths and so damn sweet for me sighed against your cunt.

From there, Phoenix delves in deeper with longer open-mouthed kisses, spearing you with her tongue, with her fingers until within minutes, you're close.

So damn close.

She can feel you clench down and seize, can feel how close you are, and rather than ease back and slow down, rather than get you there at a slow and gentle pace, Phoenix pinches your clit between her knuckles, hard and merciless.

You go off like a firework, all over her mouth.

It's one of your most intense orgasms in recent memory and definitely the most intense one you've had with another person in a damn hot minute.

You damn near black out, vision whitening, ears ringing, writhing on the mattress as Phoenix holds you down and licks every drop of arousal from you.

A few minutes later, you come to, and Phoenix is leaning her head against your shaking leg with a smile.

"Have I killed you?"

Her gaze is warm with affection and languid satisfaction, like a house cat on a warm summer afternoon. She looks smug as hell.

You suck in a breath and wiggle your fingers.

You exhale a breathless laugh. "Jesus Christ, Phoenix. I'll get you back for that."

Her brows arches, elegant and mischievous. "Oh? I hope so."

You roll her onto her back on the mattress and lick into her mouth until Phoenix is moaning and gasping and coming so prettily all over your hand.

Nothing will cover the bruise behind your ear, and of course, Hangman clocks you right away on Monday morning.

"Nice hickey, Comet. You get some at the party?"

You're irritated enough to answer, which is a mistake because Hangman loves a reaction. Any reaction.

"None of your business."

His smirk is knowing. "You so did. Good for you. We know 'em?"

"Yeah..."

And Hangman's green eyes go wide with delight.

"Your mom flew in for the weekend. You should call her more."

Rooster howls with laughter as Hangman scowls.

And Bob observes from the back of the room.

He looks sidelong at Phoenix and quietly comments, "You weren't in your room on Sunday morning. I knocked."

Her expression is calm and blank, but Phoenix pauses. "Oh... I went for an early run on Sunday."

"An early run?" Bob asks.

She nods. "Yeah. Like 8-ish."

He'd definitely knocked before 8 – like 7:30 at the latest – but Bob doesn't push.

He nods, and Phoenix might look relieved.

Maverick’s arrival is the perfect distraction.

As Maverick begins his lecture, you look over your shoulder at Phoenix, chancing an oh-so-casual glance, and instead, find Bob Floyd already watching you with a peculiar, kind of curious expression. His blue eyes are wide and intense and searching.

You face forward again, cheeks warm.

note: i'm hoping to do a few more blurbs or short fics in the supernova verse because i'm in love with them 💖 also, oops i wrote most of this like 2 months ago

#fic: supernova #fic: natasha trace #phoenix x reader #natasha trace x reader #natasha trace x you #natasha trace smut #natasha trace fic

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 1 year

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Masterpiece of Art

Pairing || Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Summary || Your husband gives you an anniversary present that has you looking like a goddess—a masterpiece, perfection in every way.

World Count || 886

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Mild Smut — [N]SFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, implied sex and sexual activities. Lots of fluff as well!

Authors Note || This is for @the-slumberparty Week One Slumber Party Game. I chose A Diamond Necklace. Thank you guys for hosting! This was such a fun piece to write and it turned out perfect <3

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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Mob!Bucky Masterlist

It was yours and Bucky’s one-year wedding anniversary. And to celebrate, you were going out on a lovely fancy dinner. You and he were getting ready in your shared his and hers grand closet—piecing together fabulous formal wear that would fit the occasion for tonight.

You were almost entirely ready. Hair and makeup were done beautifully. And the dark purple dress you wore fit your figure to perfection—accentuating your curves and features. It was just the jewelry left to choose and match with your outfit. You pulled out rows of the expensive ones you owned and hunted to find the perfect ones.

The ring on your finger was an easy pick—wedding ring, of course. It always stayed on, and the significant meaning of the ring was the most perfect accessory you could ever wear. And for the earrings, you chose a pair of your favorites—the ones Bucky gave you on the first Christmas you celebrated together. But as you scanned the various necklaces, nothing really stood out. They were all, of course, beautiful in their own way, but nothing really struck your fancy.

“Hmm, what to choose from?” You mumbled to yourself as you tapped the fingers on the glass cover.

That was your husband’s perfect cue to make his way over to you.

A familiar arm wrapped itself around your waist and pulled you into a perfectly toned chest—a place that had been your home for the last three years. You hummed in contentment and closed your eyes as a perfect set of lips ghosted across your jawline before peppering soft kisses down your neck. A flow of pleasurable tingles spread throughout your nerves at the tender and loving affection.

“What are you looking for, princess?” Your husband mumbled in the curve where your neck and shoulder met.

“A necklace to go with the outfit. Is there anything that stands out to you?”

“Actually, there is, but it’s not something you own. At least not yet.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he turned you around, and in his hands, he held a deep blue velvet box. Opening it up, you were presented with the most stunning piece of jewelry you’d ever laid your eyes on—a diamond necklace. It outshined the rest of the jewelry you owned, but it wasn’t anything too heavy—it was a perfect balance between subtle and grand—elegant and simple. You were in awe of it, and Bucky chuckled at your speechlessness.

You almost didn’t want to touch it—your fingers only lightly brushed along the edges. You didn’t feel worthy of wearing such a masterpiece of art. But before you could voice your thoughts, Bucky pulled you to the full-length mirror and stood behind you.

He laid the necklace across your collarbone and clasped it at the back. The gems against your skin were a beautiful perfection, putting a finishing touch on your attire for the evening. You touched the necklace proudly now. A smile on your face as you examined yourself in the mirror.

Your insecurities from before were all tossed to the side once you saw how it all fit together, and especially by the way your husband was looking upon you in complete adoration.

He wrapped his arms around you again. “Gorgeous,” he muttered as he kissed your shoulder, lingering his lips there for a moment before resting his chin on the same spot. “You look like a piece of artwork, my love. Happy anniversary.”

“It’s beautiful, James. Absolutely perfect,” you uttered as you touched the gems one last time before cupping the side of his face with your hand. He leaned into it, kissing your palm and smiling in contentment at the tender touch.

“You are beautiful, princess. Absolutely breathtaking.” His warm breath brushed against your skin as he spoke, and you gasped at the sensation. “It’s you that makes the necklace perfect. Without you, it would just be a dull piece of nothing. Insignificant. Nothing of value. You make it worth something. It’s you that brings out its beauty. Only you.”

His loving declaration of your aesthetic quickly became sensual as his previous soft touches and praises turned into erotic ones.

“You know what will be even more perfect?” He mumbled against your skin as he slowly glided the tip of his nose down the column of your neck, making you purr and close your eyes in delight. “When I have you home later tonight. In nothing but that pretty necklace as I take your gorgeous body that belongs to me. Kissing and touching every inch of your divine skin.” He continued his journey towards your shoulder, leaving open-mouth kisses across it. “Fucking you so good that you’ll scream my name all night long.” And then back up your neck again. “What do you say, princess? Does that sound like the perfect evening to you?”

He pulled you closer to his body, and you felt his growing bulge digging into your ass, making you whine in need to have it deeper in you. It looked like the evening may be cut short, and you would jump straight to the delicious dessert part.

You didn’t mind at all. An evening of sex and pleasure with your husband was nothing you could ever say no to. You could do the fancy dinner another time.

“It sounds perfect, James.”

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dailyadventureprompts · 5 months

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Villain: Ser Klatterbell the Unbidden

You’re not on his list, but he’ll scratch you out anyway

Strange winds blow as the solstice nears, and though folk take shelter by their hearths and in the company of loved ones, a new threat rises beneath the boughs of the old pine forest. A hobgoblin knight recently crossed over from fairlyland, doing the bidding of a terrible archfey of bleakest winter who takes umbridge with the local festivities. Klatterbell is here to grinch things over, to steal presents and disrupt festivities, to douse the hope that mortals need to get through the season, and he’s going to have fun doing it. He and his rowdy goblin warband have the moral temperament of a stone packed into a snowball, callous sadism wrapped in the trappings of yuletide play.

Klatterbell has a list given to him by his master, the names of those causing a ruckous that threaten to disturb the winterfey’s sorrowful sleep. In the manner of most fairy-things, these transgressions are innocuous carried by the wind into the feywild : The song a farmer hums as she feeds her chickens, a baby’s laugh playing peekaboo, children arguing about the rules of a game they just made up, the ticking of a new clock a merchant bought to decorate his office.

The hob knight has been tasked with bringing silence to the mortal realm, specifically by finding the transgressors on his list and dragging them back to his master’s desolate dungeons. To this end, he has his minions skulking about eavesdropping, or ambushing folk on the road, demanding to know the locations of random strangers.

For his part, the unbidden quite likes being able to thow his weight around in the mortal realm and wants to tarry there for as long as possible. He’s got a magical sack that he can stuff victims in, putting them into an enchanted slumber and making them easy to transport. While the disapearances mount Klatterbell styles himself a yuletide bandit lord, stockpiling the fine things of the season while putting off finishing his job.

Adventure Hooks:

Something’s a bit off at this year’s winter festival. People are avoiding their neighbours, stealing from the market stalls, getting extra raucous at the faire games, or gorging themselves in the feasting tents. The actual cause is that some of Klatterbell’s gobbish minions have disguised themselves as their victims and snuck away to the festivities, intending on indulging themselves in all the mortal world has to offer.

Theoretically Klatterbell could be something of a local boogyman, having been the cause of disappearances over years, or maybe decades as he forestalls his working vacation away from the feywild. Every winter his list gets longer and he expends the minimum effort to scratch off a few names to keep his masters happy. What chaos then when the party finally confronts him and rescues his victims: people who have been gone for years suddenly returned, while others more recently taken are still missing, sent off to the feywild to buy the hob time.

In an act of utter villainy, Klatterbell and his followers have KIDNAPPED Yangle the Yulegoat, beloved feywild emissary of good cheer. Some of the kids on the edge of town saw it happen, after a group of hobs descended on their home, raided their larder, and used it as cover to ambush the visiting festive spirit. From what the children overheard, the hobs had intended to roast Yangle right then and there, but were so full up with stuffing themselves from the family’s winter provisions that they were going to have to drag the goat back to their old fortress in the darkest thicket of the snowy wood and save him for later. There’s no time to waste in raiding the goblin fortress, though perhaps if the party is clever they can disguise themselves as fey and slip in with some of the otherworldly guests invited by Klatterbell for the feast.

Also feel free to check out the comments of this post for some holiday hijinx suggested by my followers.

#winter #wintertide #villain #villain goblin #villain fey #rescue mission #festival #encounter town #encounter village #encounter forest #fey #goblins #feywild

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bunkoos-mole-enthusiast · 5 months

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Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs:

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Slumber Party {b.c.}

©April 2023 by lalal-99

Bang Chan x fem. original character x afab!reader | trope: threesome, start of a throuple relationship, best friends to lovers | word count: 9k

Synopsis: Chan, Ash, Y/N. The perfect trio. Spending so much time together, people usually mistook you for a throuple. Not that you were complaining. Your best friends were hot, your past sexual encounters with each of them the subject of most of your dreams. All it takes is one fateful night and a bunch of Tequila to finally make that dream a reality.

Warnings: explicit content | alcohol consumption | dni if your under 18

Note: I had this story idea a while ago but didn't think I was ready to write it how I wanted it. But then I thought, if I don't write it, then who will? Anyway, enjoy, and leave lots of feedback please :) This was inspired by Slumber Party by Ashnikko.

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A bottle of Tequila.

A bad-bitch playlist in the background.

Truth or Dare.

What else could a girls’ night need?

Maybe some more girls to play with, but you were perfectly content with just your best friend. She was everyone you needed for a good time anyways. Had been for years. Your girl, your soulmate, in the most platonic sense.

You met at university on the third day of your third year. After placing identical coffee orders at the store next to the library, you thought meeting each other that way was a coincidence. And when you found out that both of you were going to the same concert later that night and lived mere minutes apart, coincidence turned into destiny.

She started dating your childhood best friend Chan after you had introduced them at some party, though that didn’t terminate your friendship; if anything, it deepened it even further. It wasn’t just you and her who grew closer afterwards. All three of you started hanging out more; similar interests and life paths seemingly connected you for years after graduating.

Chan, Ash, Y/N. The perfect trio. Spending so much time together, people usually mistook you for a throuple.

None of you cared about how people portrayed you. You didn’t listen to the rumours on campus depicting all three of you in sexual scenarios. Perhaps it would have been different had you ever been in serious relationships. Considering all you ever got caught up in were mindless flings or the occasional one-night stand, the strictly platonic relationship with your two best friends was the closest thing you had to a romantic bond.

“What happened to that guy from Friday? Yeonjun? You seemed to get along well enough.”

That was truly an understatement. The man in question had talked to you for no more than 5 minutes before you stuck your tongue down his throat. He was cute and kind enough. Though other than his name and the address of his apartment, where you went, once you decided a club bathroom was too shabby even for you, you knew nothing about him.

“The usual. We went to his apartment. Did it like 4 times,” you answered, rolling around on your best friend’s mattress and stuffing your mouth full of chips.

“So, I can put the best-maid outfit back on the hanger?”

You laughed at Ash’s joke, shaking your head. “Might as well burn it while you’re at it.”

“Oh, come on! You’re gonna find someone eventually.”

It wasn’t so much a question of finding someone. You had plenty of options. Although you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to have more than a few nights with anyone. It got boring too quickly for you to stick to anyone for longer than a few months. By now, you weren’t sure you’d ever find someone you could be with forever.

Monogamy? More like Nonogamy.

“Honestly, I don’t think I’m made for this one person for the rest of my life thing. If I did, I’d probably be married to San by now.”

You and San had dated for a year – needless to say, the longest relationship you ever had. A few months prior, you had decided that being tied down wouldn’t do it for either of you. You had even tried an open relationship, though he seemed to get jealous more than he saw the advantage of the whole thing. So, back to square one, it was.

“Your turn,” you announced, turning to face your friend. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

You thought for a second, taking another swig from the Tequila. You had shared about half of it, the alcohol finally taking over your mind. It made you more daring, the little amount of shyness you still felt around your best friend settling.

“You mentioned something spicy you purchased for your anniversary with Chan.” Ash nodded at your words, a smirk overtaking her face. “I dare you to show me!”

She bit her lip, embarrassed redness taking over her cheeks.

“You really want to see?”

“Come on now! I’m curious what he’s into.”

It took Ash longer than usual to get off the mattress before she stumbled to her dresser. She rummaged through the hangers, eventually pulling out a pastel pink bag. Holding it out, you took it, inspecting its content curiously.

The first item you pulled out was a white two-piece set of panties and bra, though neither of the parts was made of much fabric. The bra part was technically just two triangle-shaped cups with small cushions at the bottom, causing a push-up effect. A thick band connected the two pieces, reaching just above the belly button. Letting the panties run through your fingers, you noticed just how little material it was made of. And the lace was something else.

With wide eyes and a taunting look, you threw your best friend a smirk.

“Girl. He’s gonna go wild!”

“You think so?” Ash questioned as she pulled out the second set, turning towards her mirror and holding it to her body. It was almost an exact replica of the garments in your hands, though the colour was more of a rosé tone.

“I know so,” you assured her, watching her twirl before looking at you through the mirror.

Maybe you shouldn’t have, but with her big doe eyes staring at you, you couldn’t help imagining her wrapped in the item. Biting the inside of your cheek, you felt heat arise inside your body, soon reaching your collarbones and neck.

Before you could think again, you had already opened your mouth, “Wanna try them on?”

“Only if-” Ash turned to you, expression bright as if she had waited for you to suggest a fashion-show sorta thing, “Only if you try the other.”

You nodded with a smile, agreeing with her suggestion. “Sure, why not?”

Bottom lip wandering between her teeth, you tried ignoring the rush of blood running through your body as she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her perfectly shaped breasts to you. It took everything in you to hide how quickly your mouth started watering. There was no doubt in your mind that her boobs would fit your hands perfectly.

Dang, that alcohol was a backstabbing bitch.

Taking off your shirt, you slid the bra over your chest, fixing it in the back with a skilled movement.

Next were the panties, both of you sliding into them simultaneously, all while watching each other out of the corner of your eyes. Knowing your best friend was as excited about it as you were, was soothing. Even if her reason was far less selfish than yours.

At least as far as you could tell.

“I think yours came with garters,” Ash suddenly remembered, scrambling through her drawer again before pulling out the two strings of fabric. She threw them at you with a chuckle, watching you as you swiftly slid them up your naked thighs. They sat slightly too tight, though you figured it was intentional, so they would stay up. “Fuck, you look amazing!”

“Ditto.”

You watched each other for a few seconds, your eyes wandering over her chest to her stomach and legs. The rosé colour of the panties and bra perfectly accentuated her skin tone and innocent face. She looked straight out of a Playboy. Or Playgirl, for that matter. Any gender would find her attractive; you were sure of it and felt it in your veins.

Ash noticed your fixed gaze, turning around with just a hint of pink on her cheeks. Your tongue clicked at that, tasting a hint of mutual arousal in the current situation. Perhaps that was more wishful thinking than reality, so you decided to test your theory.

As she watched herself in the mirror, hands wandering over her naked skin, you crawled across the mattress before taking a seat at the end of it.

“Do you remember Jisung-ie’s 21st birthday party?”

Her eyes found yours through the mirror, tongue running over her bottom lip as she nodded. “How could I forget?”

“Well, we weren’t exactly sober. Some might say we were too hammered to know what we were doing.”

“I wasn’t.” Agreeing with her, you let your gaze wander over her butt to her ponytail. She looked stunning, beautiful, and anything in between. Tasty. You quickly pushed that objectifying thought back, not letting it mess with your head too much. “Were you?”

“Not enough to not know what I was doing. Or want it, anyways.”

Silence fell upon you, covering you in a thick veil of mutual uncertainty. This wasn’t exactly how you had expected the night to progress, though you didn’t hate the excitement in your body. It was like playing with fire while surrounded by gasoline. A small move could have been enough to set the situation alight.

“Truth or dare,” Ash spoke up after a while, tip-toeing towards you as she sat onto her mattress. Mere centimetres separated you, your chest flushed by the proximity of naked skin.

“What?”

“It’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

You pondered for a second before answering, “Truth.”

The smile tucking at the corners of her mouth made your heart leave out several beats. She looked so innocent in the pink tone of her ‘clothing’, exciting you like you had barely been before.

“Who’s a better lover? Chan or me?”

Eyes widening at her question, you swallowed hard in realisation. She knew. Chan had told her, and now she knew. This revelation caused a handful of questions to arise. Like, how long had she known? Why wasn’t she jealous? And did the thought of you with her boyfriend excite her as much as it did you?

“He-” With a dry throat, you barely got a word out, your tone scratchy. You quickly grabbed the bottle, chugging down a burning mouthful as you pondered how to phrase your thoughts delicately. “He told you?”

“Nuh-uh,” she replied, leaning back against her arms. “My question first.”

You and Chan had happened years back. You were both 18, horny, and virgins long enough to finally want to get it over with. So, being best friends since kindergarten, it only made sense to do it together. Seeing as you trusted one another and had an open enough relationship to be able to talk about it. Express your thoughts and walk the other through what you liked.

It was a rather uncomfortable memory. Neither of you knew what you were doing. You had tried blowing Chan – though unsuccessfully so – as you accidentally bit him. And he had taken forever to finish you off. Not to say that you didn’t in the end. You had never regretted sleeping with him, though it had made your friendship somewhat awkward for some time.

Ash and you, that was a whole other thing. Both of you had experience, though never with another woman. It had happened at Jisung’s birthday party after everyone else had gone home. The two of you had shared a bed, or rather a couch, intoxication driving you to eventually confess to having fantasised about being with the same sex. All it took was the right person to come along to help you explore your sexuality.

Naturally, you had ended up exploring each other. And you had found so much pleasure in each other that it followed you wherever you went for months. You had been just as inexperienced as with Chan, though more realistic about your abilities.

Both memories you thought about occasionally, finding pleasure in either of them. Still, having been with no other woman since then, despite finding just as much arousal in that part of your sexuality, Ash had found her way into your inner eye many more times.

“I don’t-”

You were cut off by the beauty before you, “Yes, you do!”

“Fine,” you gave in, finger playing with the string around your thigh, “I guess being with you was somewhat more exciting. But that had nothing to do with either of you doing better. You both had convincing arguments.”

“Interesting.”

Before Ash could reply to your revelation, you spoke up again, “Your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“How did Chan react? When you told him about us, I mean.”

You imagined your best guy friend to become somewhat jealous upon hearing about his best girl friend and his girlfriend having had any sexual experience with each other. Even though it had happened months before the two of them eventually got together, you imagined he would be somewhat uncomfortable with that thought. Especially since you had been very open about finding out about your bisexuality.

“He almost burst when I told him.” You nodded understandingly, seeing him having a whole tantrum. He wasn’t the easiest to anger, but this must have enraged him. “He also nutted super hard when we had sex later that day.”

Your eyes widened upon hearing those words, “He did?”

That Chan hadn’t been as mad as you had expected him to be filled you with more unanswered questions. Why didn’t he hate the thought of his girlfriend being with his best friend? Was he aroused by the two of you together? Or had his fantasy gone wild, thinking about you doing his girlfriend in front of him – possibly alongside him?

“You’re his best friend, you already had sex with him, and you’re beautiful. There’s no way he didn’t think about all of us together after I told him.” That only proved your suggestion.

“And that doesn’t make you uncomfortable?”

“Are you kidding me?” The disbelief on her face contradicted any hesitation she had felt before. As though what you had suggested was unbelievable. “I’m the first one to hop in on a potential threesome. You and Chan in one bed with me? Sounds like heaven, if you ask me.”

Your eyes met, your chest rising with every deep breath you took after her revelation.

It was pure respect for Chan stopping you from listening to your heart at that moment. And maybe some fear of what a possible night with your two best friends would do to your friendship.

You found both of them extremely hot. That wasn’t the problem. Nor was your willingness to spend a night with them. This constellation sounded like the one thing that could answer all your questions. Most importantly, your suspicion that monogamy might not be for you. The ticket out of the boredom you felt whenever you slept with someone more than a handful of times. But you also understood it could terminate your strong bond with Chan and Ash on the spot.

Your heart wanted this; it wanted the possibility of an epiphany. Disclosing if this sort of thing was endgame for you. But your brain didn’t budge, telling you it was a mistake. It told you it was wrong even when Ash leaned in, nose brushing against yours. It begged you not to connect your lips as your eyes were drawn to them.

“Say something, Y/N.”

When Ash had found the confidence to look at you this way, eyes eating you up, running down your body and back to your own, you couldn’t tell. She seemed much more reserved and nervous when you first put on that see-through set of lingerie.

Not much of that hesitation was left now.

“What about Chan?”

A smirk played on her lips as she widened the distance, grabbing her phone from behind her. You couldn’t control your gaze wandering down the length of her half-naked body, watching her spine arch as she sat back up, holding the item up.

“He’s only one call away. Probably gaming with Minho, two apartments down.”

It seemed like a blessing and a curse that Chan’s best friend lived right next door. And the thought of calling him was tempting, almost as much as the plumpness of Ash’s lips, curling up into a smirk before wandering between her teeth. Her eagerness was overwhelming, the curve of her ass begging you to grab it, that your brain malfunctioned for merely one second.

You eventually found yourself nodding at her question. Intentionally or not wasn’t a question that concerned you right now.

Her gaze left you, your eyes focused on her as she started typing before setting her phone onto the bedsheet between you. Raising her eyebrows, she nodded towards the screen as you followed her.

Ash had typed mere three words, check marks turning blue after a few seconds, confirming that Chan had read them.

Whatever his thoughts were, there was no turning back now. Either he approved, or he didn’t. And all that because of three words that sounded almost too easy.

10:23 PM: Eating out Y/N – Ash

So easy, but also easily explainable if Chan didn’t like the thought. Ash could tell him she had missed one word, and the text would be soon forgotten. Eating out with Y/N. Easy enough.

Nevertheless, the words excited you to the point you swore your heart almost gave out. Just the thought of Ash’s lips on you sent your heart into overdrive, your breathing shallow as you awaited an answer from Chan.

Your eyes fixed on the phone as though you’d miss his answer if you blinked. You didn’t want to miss the reply for anything, the sound coming from the front door only a minute after she had sent the text making both your heads snap towards the bedroom door.

Mere seconds later, the door was thrown open. An out of breath Chan searched the room and found the two of you sitting in the bed. The same bed they had shared many nights before.

When he scanned the two of you, the position you were in and the clothes you wore, it finally dawned on you that this scene was less simply explainable. You were wearing lingerie, almost naked, and you felt the tension; In the literal and the metaphorical sense.

Chan took a few more moments to speak up, throat dry from… anticipation. Maybe? Hopefully?

“You- Wow!”

Looking between the two of you, Chan became aware of how close you were seated to each other. His gaze lingered on your exposed chest for a few seconds before finally being dragged away and towards his girlfriend, swallowing.

“You texted me.” Finally calming down as he understood, nothing had happened yet, he searched her frame for an answer. For all he knew, Ash could have mistakenly written him. Though, from his expression, you knew he wished for something else. That she meant it. Wanted it.

“I did?” Ash played innocent, hand coming to your thigh, running over the skin and causing goosebumps as you shivered. “What about?”

“You were-” Cutting himself off, Chan looked at you. “I didn’t misread that, did I?”

He took his phone out of his pocket, checking the text she had sent him. A grin spread on her lips as she watched his confused face, searching hers for an answer.

“Oh, yes. I guess I did write you.” Fingers running further up your thighs in deep thought, you bit your tongue not to moan at the mere touch. It felt like your skin was on fire, burning your body and the moment into your brain. “Y/N and I were talking. Do you remember what happened at Jisung’s 21st birthday party? When Y/N and I slept on his pull-out?”

“I- I do,” Chan answered quicker than you had expected, revealing that he had thought of the same thing within the past few minutes.

“And remember when I told you about it? How you almost busted at the mere thought?” Swallowing hard, Chan looked at you for a second, debating whether to answer before doing so anyway. This moment was too tempting for him to deny the embarrassing effect your one night with Ash had on him. He was only a man, nodding once he figured that agreeing would give him more than it would take. “Do you want that fantasy to become reality?”

“I- I-” You had never seen Chan stutter so much in the almost 20 years you knew him. He must have really been anxious about this. Or for this to happen, maybe? “Y/N?”

“Oh, Y/N’s perfectly fine with it. Aren’t you, baby?”

Catching Ash’s sight, you nodded, taking a deep breath when she leaned in, eyes on your lips before she finally closed the space after what had felt like hours. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of her lips against your own, her sweet taste mixed with the Tequila as intoxicating as can be.

As she moved against you, her hand came to your neck to keep you steady, your heart palpitating out of rhythm. She must have felt it at your neck, the vein pounding against her fingers, so she drew away, throwing you a questioning look. You understood she was asking you if you were still with her, so you became active and closed the gap again. Your own hand met her shoulder as you pulled her towards you.

The moan from Chan took you out of the moment, a stupid grin on both your faces as you looked over at him. It was unmistakable that he didn’t know what to do; what his role in this scene was. So you moved apart, patting the space between you.

With both of you still clad in that dang lingerie, the whole scene could have been straight out of a porno movie. One of the good ones, with years’ worth of plot.

Chan closed the door behind himself, muscle memory taking over as his brain couldn’t be trusted. He took the spot between you, hands unsteady as he looked from one side to the other.

“Babe?”

“Huh?” Ash chuckled at his intense reaction speed, hand coming to his cheek to get him to focus. Chan was on edge, tipping over any second if one of you were to make the wrong – or in this case, right – move. So much was clear.

“Relax, okay?” He nodded, though from his fingers anxiously fiddling in his lap, you knew he’d need more confirmation than that.

Ash seemed to get Chan just as well, leaning in and planting her lips onto his. You noticed Chan relaxing on impact, hands now stilling their erratic movement.

You watched them kiss for a few seconds, your hand coming to his thigh as Ash dragged it there. She wanted you to join the fun, guiding your fingers along the thick muscle. Her action was met with gratitude, as you otherwise wouldn’t have participated at all.

After a few moments of intimacy between the couple, Ash pulled Chan off her, tilting his head towards you by his chin. He took the hint, inching in closer, his eyes drawn to your lips before they finally tumbled upon meeting. You did, too, a breathy sigh leaving your mouth as though his kiss breathed energy back into you.

Ash’s grip on your hand didn’t falter as she interlaced your fingers with hers, running higher up his leg. Soon enough, your hands met the visible tent in his sweatpants, softly running over the length of it. Memories of his size came flooding back as you touched him, having caused you some discomfort the first time you had been with him. Been with anyone.

Years ago, when you had lost your virginity to the same man you were presently palming, he had been so careful not to hurt you. Today, you knew you could take him better. You had been with many men since then, your body learning to adjust to someone his size. Excitement filled you as you imagined showing him how much you had learned over the years.

You noticed Ash peppering Chan’s neck with kisses while guiding your hands around him, setting the pace and pressure. He seemed to like it, moaning and whimpering into your mouth whenever you stroked him a little harsher. It didn’t surprise you to learn that he liked it rough.

When he pulled away from you after what had felt like minutes, his cheeks were tinted an innocent pink, a smile spreading over his face to his eyes.

“Can you-” Sobbing at one particularly harsh stroke, he collected himself before looking back at his girlfriend, “Can you kiss again?”

Smiling at you, Ash’s second hand came to your chin, pulling you in. Your lips met right before his eyes, a whine escaping him at the combined stimulation from his view and your hands on him. You couldn’t help thinking this must have been even better than any of his fantasies. For you, it was anyways.

Ash nibbled at your bottom lip, pulling on it every few seconds to catch your gaze with a wink. She was so enticing – almost toxically so – you could barely take your eyes off her. If Chan hadn’t been here, capturing just as much of your attention, you would have been all over her already.

When she threw a side-eyed look at her boyfriend, your eyes finally left her, a smirk dancing over her features as your tangled hands ran up his body, pushing him to lay flat on the mattress.

“Y/N, baby, why don’t you give him a little show? Show him some of what you learned since the last time.”

Call it telepathy, but you instantly understood what she was referring to. Chan must have told her about the awkward experience when you had tried sucking him off all those years ago. Being best friends for years, she had also heard how well those particular skills had developed. Not that you had a reputation for giving good blowjobs, but you had certainly been given your fair share of compliments over the years. You didn’t know when, but you must have let that information slip to her at some point.

Dragging Chan’s shirt over his head, Ash exposed his chest to you, all your movements stopping in their tracks.

Now, he had been well-built back then. He had always had a swimmer’s body through and through. It startled you at 18 and did the same to you today.

Your eyes followed Ash’s fingers as she let them glide down his shoulders, between his pectoral muscles and down to his abs. That dang six-pack – or rather eight-pack – he barely let show under other circumstances. On the occasional pool day, sure. But you had always been around other people then. You couldn’t have possibly admired his body for what it was then.

Chan’s body was handcrafted by the Gods and hours at the gym. A dangerous combination you hadn’t seen elsewhere. Chan and Ash together were a true sight to see, eyes locking as her fingers raked over his naked skin. And you were the one at the receiving end of it. Whatever reason that was for.

It took you a moment to comprehend that – yes, this was really happening – for you to travel back to the present. Getting off the bed and settling between Chan’s thighs, your fingers experimentally circled his abs, memorising their respective shape and location for future reference. Chan gasped at the coldness of your fingers, eyes finding yours once they ran further down, teasing the hem of his sweatpants. Lust filled her every fibre as you didn’t mind Ash following your every move. If anything, it spurred you on further. You now had an audience other than Chan, who was at the receiving end of your attack.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like that, baby.”

Ash’s words made you smile, pride filling your motions. If you wanted to show them your abilities before, you were dying to have them watch you now.

Delicately, you dragged down his sweats with help from the man himself, taking your sweet time in undressing him.

Even through the fabric of his boxer briefs, Chan looked painfully hard. Keeping your eyes locked with his, you put your lips against his right thigh, agonisingly slowly dragging them further up. You left a wet trail of saliva on his skin, hands following your mouth until you reached his briefs.

“Fuck me,” Chan groaned, throwing his head back against his girlfriend when you licked a stripe up his length over the fabric. Ash pulled his head up, positioning it against her chest.

“Keep your eyes on her, babe. She’s doing you a favour here. Might as well honour her properly.”

You ignored her words meant for someone else, instead letting your fingers reach under the last piece of Chan’s clothing. Giving him an innocent smile with your lip wandering between your teeth, you finally rid him of the constraint, cock slapping against his stomach once freed.

It was right then that this moment finally reached your brain. You finally understood what was happening. You were having sex. Your two best friends and you. And if you weren’t doing it now, you were about to. So close, you could almost taste him. Taste her. Their combined atmosphere.

The air was thick, like a veil hanging over your mind. It was hot, too. So hot your bodies were coated in sweat despite having done almost nothing. Nothing but kiss them. Your best friends. The two people that should have been the most platonic of relationships you had.

Still, you were kissing them like you wanted them. Needed them. And you did.

This moment would go down in your personal history – the story of your life, if you will – as your sexual awakening.

The first taste of Chan made you moan. An overall saltiness covered his shaft, his pre-cum coating him and his boxer briefs. Chan groaned when you touched him, finally touched him, where he had needed you most. The first true relief he got from his overall arousal made him long for more of both of you.

Ash was right there with you, hands on him, mouth sucking on his neck while her eyes were focused on you. Her gaze burned into the top of your head as you licked all over him, from base to tip, coaxing him to tell you what he wanted. You needed to hear it from him, her, anyone, really. Ash seemed to understand your longing for approval.

“Tell her what you want her to do, babe.”

Honestly, in the one or two times your mind had wandered to this moment – imagining a dimension in which you were with them rather than by their side – you hadn’t imagined Ash to take over control as she did now.

She wasn’t the most open person, her upbringing of always having to behave prim and proper sending a tint to her cheeks every time someone even mentioned something slightly raunchy. The woman watching you sucking her boyfriend off, urging him to talk to you while you did, was someone else. She seemed like a different person, curiosity getting the best of her.

“Please, Y/N.” Chan was begging, digits coming to your cheeks as he ran his thumb across your jaw. “Make me feel good. Take me in. All of me.”

And all of him, you took.

After years of training, blowing almost every man you had been with, you knew just what to do to make him see stars. You moved slowly but purposefully, coaxing him to his release as though this was a competition. As though you wanted to break some record.

“Fuck-” Chan cursed, hands tangling in your hair as he guided you around his length. As much as you let him, that was.

You wouldn’t let him take over completely, some of the control staying on your side as you didn’t let it go. Didn’t want to let it go.

You wanted him to go crazy, and giving him control would stop you from providing one crucial part of the experience. The suspense. The not knowing where you’d go next. When you’d wrap lips around his head, sucking. Or when you’d deep throat him, hollowing your cheeks around him.

You did all that but tried surprising him with a rhythm. A pattern, driven by no more than your imagination. As much a surprise to you as to him. Whatever felt right at that moment, always overwatched by his girlfriend, providing hints on what to do, guiding you through some of it as she knew what he liked. How to make him feral.

You had no doubt that she knew what he liked and how he preferred it. Her words stirred you on – harder, kitten licks, take more, less – having you obey wherever she led you. Like she was in control over your mind even more than you were. And that, she was. She was in control and dominant, but not exclusively so. That became very clear, her mind slipping when Chan put his hand around her neck, squeezing some while running his lips over Ash’s neck.

This whole thing seemed crazy, straight out of a porno. You sucking off Chan while he peppered his girlfriend with sexual advances. Some might have become jealous of how she and not you were on the receiving end of his touches. She deserved to participate every bit as much as you. Maybe even more, for letting you, another woman, pleasure her boyfriend. Her best friend, but a woman, nonetheless.

Swallowing around Chan’s length, you felt his thighs tense below your digits. He was close, so much was evident. Though Ash seemed to have other plans than letting you finish him off.

She pulled you off him and towards herself, knees leaving the ground as your lips met in a heated kiss. This kiss, other than the ones before, was filled with less caution. She wanted you, wanted to feel you, cherish you, have as much of you as Chan had.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Whoever Chan was referring to, it didn’t matter. It was probably the two of you together, making out heatedly above him, giving him a sight for months.

Ash sucked on your lip, almost drawing blood from how needy she was for you.

“Let me taste you.” As though you had read her mind.

She guided you onto the bed, laying you beside her boyfriend, higher up towards the headboard. Chan was never far, following you like a lost puppy, hoping for a front-row seat to the show.

Smiling at you, Ash crawled over your body, towering above you as though she was so much bigger than you. Right now, she seemed to be anyways. She leaned in to peck your lips, slowly trailing her path down your neck. Kissing over the junction of neck and face, you rolled your head back against the mattress, eyes closed at her overpowering movements.

Your skin was on fire, burning to your flesh wherever she touched you. Her lips were on your chest, hands on your waist, and one of her legs between yours, so your whole body was going up in flames below her. When she slipped further down your frame, lips suddenly circling to your hipbones, you thought your soul evaded you.

Slowly dipping her hands below your garters, letting them snap against your skin in short, piercing stings, you noticed Chan watching the scene before him. You grabbed his hands, bringing them to your upper body, for the first time touching him without Ash’s supervision.

You felt Ash’s tongue over your navel as you guided Chan’s hands to cup your breasts. He seemed unsure, gaze searching for Ash to get her approval, though she was occupied otherwise. So, he merely laid himself beside you, on his side, for better access to you. With one hand still on your breast, fumbling with the straps, he connected his mouth with yours.

You hummed in his mouth as the combined touches quickly drove you crazy. When Ash pulled your – or rather her – panties to the side, licking a slow stripe up your folds, you stopped in your tracks.

Most of your previous partners had known how to go down on you well enough. They had understood the main anatomy of it all. Where to lick, what to prod. Still, none of them had ever understood it as well as Ash seemed to. The last, previously only time you had been together, you had gone down on her. Had you known just how skilled she was at it, you would have asked for retaliation then and there.

With Chan’s fingers circling your nipples and Ash’s mouth on your clit, sucking lightly before kitten-licking over it, you would not last long. So much was clear. It also didn’t help that they communicated with each other, driving you to insanity in unison. They synched their every movement, providing you with so much constant and unfaltering pleasure that all you could do was lay there and let them.

Your body was trembling already, kissing Chan becoming more of an inactive action. How could you have properly kissed him back when they were working wonders on you?

When Ash’s fingers came into play, knocking against your entrance, it became too much.

You threw your head against the mattress, a low growl escaping your lips as Chan moved in, kissing over your chest. His lips engulfed your nipples in a warm, wet hug as his girlfriend continued to lick you in a perfect rhythm, your heart palpitations adapting instantly.

“Fuck!” Seemingly, the only word that was left in your foggy brain.

Usually, you directed your partners, telling them what to do and how to better their performance. None of it was necessary, as both of them just knew. Knew what you liked. Knew how you liked it. Knew your body like their own. That’s what it felt like, at least. Like all of you were on the same page, written in the very same font.

Soon enough, Ash found your spot, rubbing her digits against it to the beat of your heart. It filled you with a need for release. You had been trying to hold back on moaning, unsure how much their walls could take before they’d get complaints. Though, with the amount of pleasure coursing through you, you couldn’t control your sounds anymore.

Groans tumbled over your lips, muffled only by Chan’s mouth on yours.

“You sound so good. Music to my ears.”

His confession somewhat went by you as too much else was on your mind to focus on and properly take it in.

“I think she’s close,” Chan warned his girlfriend, who gave your clit one last kiss before withdrawing. Your mind cleared of the fog, eyes hazily opening while looking down at your two partners. “Welcome back, baby.”

You smiled at Chan and the nickname they had chosen for you, running your hands over your face as you tried to regain composure.

“This is a good angle on you.” Ash grinned up at you, chin moist from your arousal, so she wiped it off.

“I would like to note that this is better than any of my dreams.” Another confession from Chan you didn’t know how to react to, though you didn’t need to act on it. Ash took over, pushing her boyfriend onto his back to lie flat against the mattress.

“Are you ready for the grand finale?”

Whatever she had in mind, her expression told you it would be good.

“Y/N, why don’t you take a seat?” Nodding towards Chan, you quickly understood her intention, cheeks reddening as you crawled over to him. Ash gave you a hand as you positioned yourself over Chan’s length, under constant supervision of the man himself, before guiding you onto him.

It took you a couple of seconds to fit all of him, carefully moving as you adapted to his size. It had been a while since you had anyone close to it, so they patiently waited for you to be comfortable.

Pressing a kiss to your lips, Ash pulled you off once you gave her the go, pushing Chan back into you until he bottomed out. He hit spots inside you no one had ever done before; it almost felt like he was right there, tip kissing your cervix. Without the comforting kisses from Ash, you probably would have given up already.

After about a minute of riding him, slow and steadily guided by Ash’s delicate fingers, you had gotten entirely used to Chan. Smiling warmly at you, Ash gave you one last kiss before letting go of you.

She tongued over Chan’s abs, licking her way up his beautiful body. You could tell from the way his Adam’s apple bobbed that he was overwhelmed by the joined stimulation from the two of you. Somehow, knowing he wasn’t doing any better than you made you feel better about yourself. It reminded you that all of you were in this together; them just as much virgins to this as you.

As you slowly bobbed on Chan, steadying yourself by his hips, Ash finally landed at his face, planting a heated kiss onto his lips, their tongues slipping into each other’s mouths. The sinfulness of it all urged you to move faster as you leaned forward to feel his pelvis rub against your clit.

You couldn’t believe there could be more stimulation for your arousal, though you figured you were wrong once Ash took a seat on Chan’s face. Her excited gaze met yours as she sank onto his waiting tongue, moaning when he moved it against her. Holding herself up on his torso, Ash was close enough to kiss you, moaning into your mouth when her boyfriend’s hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her closer. How he wasn’t suffocating was a mystery.

You brought one hand to Ash’s breasts, pulling the cups of her bra down and playing with them as she was brought closer and closer to her release. She seemed to close in on her impending orgasm unbelievably fast, considering she hadn’t been as involved in your ministrations previously. Until now, she had taken a guiding role, comparable to the narrator of your favourite erotic novel. No doubt, the dominance slipped out of her grip as she was stimulated beyond belief by hands and tongues all over her body.

Wriggling her hand from underneath her, she let it wander up your arm towards your neck, pulling you closer to kiss you deeper.

The occasional moan escaped her plump lips as you tasted her strawberry lipgloss mixed with your juices. When Chan’s tongue hit a particular speed, lapping at his girlfriend like a man starved, Ash lost her cool, throwing her head back into her neck. You seized the opportunity to connect your mouth to her neck, sucking at the tender flesh.

“Fuck…”

Now it was her turn to be overwhelmed, her body spasming under the touch of your hands and lips. Chan didn’t let go yet, forcing her to remain on his greedy tongue as she was the first to tip over the edge. Overstimulation set in soon enough, her pleading eyes rolling back as you kissed her, swallowing her moans as best as you could.

Her eyes turned black as she nearly choked on the pain and pleasure, the view threatening to burn into your brain for eternity. Never had you seen someone so sinister, no porn actress or actor able to fake an orgasm so mesmerising. Your movements slowed down to take in hers, both your hands coming to her chest to twist at her nipples, bare breasts laying heavy in your hands. That Chan hadn’t stilled his ministrations yet told you that there was some understanding between them; overstimulation an usual part of their sex life.

You were more than willing to participate, leaning forward to take one of her nipples between your lips. You rolled it softly, tongue prodding at its stiffness before giving the other the same attention.

Ash, still trembling on top of Chan’s tongue, kept her hands at the back of your neck, drawing you in closer. It was then that you understood how Chan could handle such little airflow. Having a beauty just like Ash as the reason for your lack of oxygen seemed like the best way to go out; death was more than acceptable if it was to cause her pleasure. Her wanting and longing for constant pressure on all her vital body parts.

When a second orgasm hit her not soon after the first one, you weren’t surprised. It had been inevitable with how well you cared for her, touching her most delicate spots everywhere, all at once. A whine escaped her as the overstimulation eventually became too much, pulling you off her chest and herself off her boyfriend.

Looking down at Chan, you shared a smile of pride, patiently waiting for Ash to come down at her own speed.

“Fuck. Me.”

The words out of your best friend’s mouth made both you and Chan chuckle.

“You want to go again? Fine by me.”

“God, no.” Ash quickly answered, swatting Chan’s hands away when he tried pulling her back down. She rolled off him easily, taking another few seconds to catch her breath as her eyes met yours. “Let’s focus on you again.”

Ash noticed you had stopped moving, still seated on Chan’s lap and your hands running silently over his abs. Moving her boyfriend back a few centimetres, he finally reached the headboard, placing himself against it. When Ash positioned herself behind you, hands on your hips, she began guiding you on top of him.

In this new position, Chan reached even deeper parts of you, if that was even possible. The added pleasure from Ash’s second hand, grazing over your nipples, brought you right back to the orgasm that had previously been so reachable. Chan’s fingers met hers at your hip, sharing their task to move you over his length.

“Do you feel him? Reaching so deep you almost suffocate?”

Ash’s words were met with a wordless whimper, your head thrown against her shoulder. Her lips came to your neck, sucking at the flesh as all their attention was drawn to you. Chan himself appeared to close in on his release. Still, his eyes were focused on your body, his second hand coming to your clit and softly rubbing into it. It only pushed you closer to the edge, all this stimulation from the two most attractive people you had ever met.

When Chan started kissing the other side of your neck, his tongue lapping at your skin as his plump lips wrapped around your vein, your movements became sloppier.

“So close,” was all you could say before they sped up, together pushing you over the edge.

You spasmed on top of Chan, abs tightening and loosening as your thighs contracted beneath their hands. The crumbling of your walls sent Chan over the edge seconds later, his seed filling you. Deliciously and warm.

You had never been to heaven before, but this was damn close to what you expected it to be like. The level of satisfaction filling your body, reaching into the deepest parts of your bones, seemed unattainable; the mere concept of how it felt better than any dream, any fantasy you could have ever come up with.

A dazed “Fuck” left all of you collectively as your eyes searched the ceiling for leverage. Your mind was hazy, sight still blurry as you came down from your high. Chan and Ash weren’t doing any better spread out wordlessly beside you – Chan in between his girlfriend and you.

When your eyes finally slowed down, features forming faces again, your head turned to the couple beside you. Ash had her head on Chan’s chest as they took deep breaths, almost in unison. Watching them seemed so intimate. Almost too much so, both their eyes closed as they bathed in the afterglow. You wanted to give them a moment, so you sat up, missing how Chan was reaching out for you to pull you against him.

His release dribbled out of you and into your – or rather Ash’s – panties as you got up, mumbling something about getting some drinks before hurrying out of the room.

Once you reached the kitchen, you searched their fridge for cold water bottles. It was when you closed the fridge door that you finally caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the digital screen.

Your makeup was smudged, your eyes heavy, and your stomach dropping at the settling reality the first moment your head cleared. That’s when your thoughts began racing a never-ending marathon, your pupils following an invisible line from left to right in your reflection.

You had just had sex with your best friends. You had just had the best sex ever with your best friends. You had just had the best sex ever with your best friends, and things would definitely be different now. And what if it wasn’t good different? What if your dynamic had just now changed so much that you’d lost them? What if they regretted it? What if they didn’t like you like that – the way you liked them?

Because you did. You liked them. And not how other people liked their best friends. You liked them as you had never liked anyone before. Some people would have probably called it love, though you had never truly felt love for anyone before. Or at least that’s how it felt right this moment. Because if you had loved all the people before them, then what was this? What stronger bond was there than love?

Chan and Ash made you feel like no San, no Yeonjun, and no Soyeon had ever made you feel. It had taken years and multiple sexual encounters – with Chan and Ash separately, other people in between, and both together just now – to recognise that. You had never liked anyone like that before. And you couldn’t imagine ever liking anyone like that in the future.

You shook your head to snap yourself out of this because, no. You couldn’t overthink this. Not when they were in the next room, still coming down from what had happened. It wasn’t as though you could take it back, anyways. It had happened, and the only thing you could do was move on. However you were supposed to do that, you hadn’t quite figured out yet.

“Here you go.”

Entering the bedroom after a minute, you sat on the mattress, handing one of the two bottles to Chan before taking a sip from your own. That sip was about half the bottle, the previous physical activity seemingly more exhausting than it had shown first.

“Thanks,” Ash thanked you when Chan handed her the bottle after gulping down his own half of it.

Silence took over the room as the three of you calmed your breathing to its usual rhythm.

Unsurprisingly, Ash was the first to cut the silence, having been the main instigator for everything that had happened within the past hour, “So… That happened.”

“Sure did,” Chan agreed, eyes meeting Ash’s as they fell into giggles. You didn’t know what to make of this, so you stayed silent, watching them in confusion and adoration. “Fuck, that actually happened. I can’t believe it.”

Looking at you, he reached out to pull you closer. This time, you let him.

“How are you feeling? You’re unusually quiet.”

“I’m-” you trailed off, hand on your hip causing goosebumps to rise all over your stomach. “Good. Still a little dizzy, to be honest.”

“Yeah, this was a lot.” Ash smiled at you, her fingers trailing over Chan’s abs absentmindedly. “So, Chan and I have been talking.”

Ash’s eyes met Chan’s as he nodded in encouragement.

“We – Chan and I – feel like something is missing between us. We’ve been feeling like this for a while, actually. But we never quite figured it out before just now.” Smirking while her gaze met you, Ash’s cheeks turned a shade of crimson. “We believe we’ve found it. In you.”

“You figured that out in the minute I was gone to get water?”

It was a half-joke, her words baffling you. The swarm of bees in your stomach only made you giddier, your body shivering as the impact of Ash’s words got to you. They wanted you, too.

“No, silly.” Ash chuckled, her hand coming to meet your waist. “We’ve been talking for a while. A few months, maybe. We joked about inviting a third party into our relationship before, but we didn’t really assume it would lead anywhere. As I said, we only just figured out that’s what we want.”

Chan’s head turned to you, heart palpitating against his chest under your palm.

“If that’s what you want, of course. You can totally think about it first if you like. Or you can say ‘no’ right away. Just-” A sigh left Chan’s lips as he let himself breathe through his nervousness. “We really, really like you.”

“You do?” you questioned in disbelief, all the worrying from before ejected from your mind, carried by the bees that went berserk at his words.

“Yes. I’ve sort of been in love with you since that night at Jisung’s.”

Ash’s confession knocked the air right out of your lungs.

“And I’ve loved you since we met in kindergarten. So, I guess that means I win?”

And just then, you considered yourself braindead.

Hearing how long they’ve felt this way about you made your heart swell, your arteries burst and rendered your body practically useless. They had loved you for years. Felt this way about you for years. And you, well, if you were being completely honest with yourself, had loved them like this for about the same time. You just hadn’t identified the feeling correctly until now.

But that hardly mattered. Because, as you sat on their bed after having had the best experience of your life, laughing at Chan’s words, your heart and mind numb from how much you wanted to be with them, nothing else mattered anymore. Because you had found your place, and you wouldn’t give up your seat at that table for as long as you still had power over yourself.

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ghostgirl101 · 1 year

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Dating Wednesday Addams Would Be Like This:

A/N: I've been wanting to write something for her for a while, and I feel like this is long overdue 🙃 requests are still open if you have anything in mind you'd like to see for Wednesday or the other characters included on my pinned post. Enjoy reading.

☠️• How did you manage to capture the attention of a certain eccentric, gothic young lady? Maybe you're just quieter than the rest, and unlike everyone else, there's something about you that she can't quite place. Whatever it is, it infuriates Wednesday to no end that her mind keeps wandering to you whenever she's trying to write, trying to distract herself by playing the cello to no avail... you really are an interrupting nuisance.

☠️• But one she doesn't mind being around. After she's gotten over her unwanted reactions and thoughts towards you when you first met - probably through Enid - you'll find that Wednesday suddenly pops up in all the places you go to, at and around Nevermore. Ask her why? You're the only 'tolerable' one, and then she's off again, a slight flush to her cheeks that she needs to go and deal with.

☠️• Speaking of Enid, you'll make fast friends with her. She's definitely more observant than she seems, and so she'll catch on after a week or two how Wednesday seems to lighten up ever so slightly when you're around. She'll invite you for slumber parties and to join her team in any group project, which only encourages Wednesday herself to reluctantly agree to become a part of it too.

☠️• "Come on, Wednesday, join in! It'll be fun!" "No." "That's a shame... you know who's joining us. But if you're not interested-" "...I suppose I could make a few adjustments to my schedule. This once. Don't look so pleased, Enid."

☠️• You're the only one she'll make exceptions for, and doesn't seem at all as put out as she voiced a couple of minutes ago. Even if it's not really her scene, she'll sit by you and watch, or listen to what you have to say. Someone interrupts you?

☠️• "Quiet. Well, go on."

☠️• Wednesday tends to get quite jealous - in her own way - when people she disapproves of steal your attention when you're hanging out. And she disapproves of pretty much anyone, minus Enid and her few closer friends. Usually, her glaring at them encourages them to leave a bit quicker, but if that doesn't work, she has no problem speaking up.

☠️• "Do you mind? We're working. Go and share your trivial attempts of small talk with someone else."

☠️• Being Wednesday's 'friend' also includes her being very protective of you, especially if you're more on the shy side and find it hard to stand up for yourself. Did you see what she did for her brother? You get the same treatment. If someone makes you self-doubt for a minute, she'll deal with the person in a way that most likely includes blood and a trip to the head's office, and a sweet but... well, a Wednesday-like attempt at shutting down those negative thoughts to make you feel better.

☠️• "Don't be ridiculous. Your facial features are... well, significantly prettier than any others I've seen here at Nevermore. And back at home, for that matter." "If you weren't clever, I'd have no interest in spending my time with you. And here we are."

☠️• She likes being with you and Enid doing whatever, usually, but at the times when it's just you and her unwinding after a chaotic day at school, Wednesday prefers getting on with her writing while you do whatever creative work you like doing. Interested in art? Here's a very flattering offer to illustrate a few things for her characters from her books. Like writing yourself? Alright, write a few hundred words of descriptive writing so she can see what your style's like. Writing together and sharing ideas is an example of a perfect evening for Wednesday.

☠️• Another way to bond is her teaching you how to play the cello. You're a 'passable student' that she's comfortable with teaching, and if you already play a different instrument, you can harmonise with each other. Even you can't miss the way her breath catches as the closeness of it all, and Wednesday gives Thing a knowing glare as you bite your tongue and hide a smile.

☠️• Eventually, when Wednesday has to come to terms with her feelings - or rather, Enid begs with her to do something and tell you how she feels, because 'you guys as a couple is so cuuuute!!' - you'll get a slightly overwhelmed-looking Wednesday Addams at your door, and a blunt invitation to go on an odd trip with her to the cafe. A date, you ask? "'Call it what you will." And then, before she rushes off again, "yes, a date. Obviously."

☠️• She can't help but take you to a more interesting location like the cemetery afterwards though, because that's Wednesday for you. If it's clear you're enjoying yourself, she'll give the smallest of half-smiles and state that she knew you'd like it, you two are similar, in a non-nauseating way. Whatever that means. It's a good thing.

☠️• After that point, it's clear that you're a couple. She refers to you by your name or as her significant other or partner when you're mentioned, and if she hears you call her your girlfriend, she'll get a feeling that isn't half as disgusting as she thought it'd be, after seeing how her parents are with each other. Her parents will be desperate to meet you, something which Wednesday has to give them a firm lecture on what not to do or say before she lets them. Still, it's nice to see you get on with the family. After all, you're a part of her family too.

☠️• I know a lot of people think that Wednesday isn't very affectionate at all, and that's something I half agree with. It's hard for her to initiate anything physical, and the thought of being all sappy like her mum and dad makes her feel nauseated... but if you move closer to her for a hug, she won't pull away. She'll shift closer when she thinks you don't notice, and only tenses and goes back to her indifferent, annoyed self again when Enid squeals in delight when she comes across the two of you. Any display of affection from you is welcome, and in public, you're either walking impossibly close to each other, or are hand in hand. If anyone comments, she'll make a remark on their embarrassing love life, or even decide to ignore them. You're more important. She'll deal with the idiots later.

☠️• I've mentioned it earlier, but again, highly protective. Honestly, once you get to that level of trust where she tells you everything - about her books, her visions, her private thoughts and feelings, her plans before she goes ahead with them - this girl would take a bullet for you. It's another way she shows she cares.

☠️• She comes off as indifferent and dark and sadistic, and Wednesday is all of those things. But with you, she finds herself softening a little, and maybe, just maybe, starting to rethink the things her mother told her before about love. And when she thinks you're fast asleep and not paying any attention, those very words are whispered vulnerably into the darkness of your room.

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stargazing15 · 1 year

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What a wonderful wedding

Summary: What if you had caught one of your cousin's wedding guests' attention, but you had been too busy helping out with her wedding to notice him? The bride comes to the rescue.

Warnings: reader described as a small person, fluff

A/N: got longer than expected, woospie daisies

Enjoy!

So fucking perfect. That was how you could describe your cousin's wedding up until now.

Rebecca, or Becs as you always called her, was the cousin you were closest to, you two were basically sisters. She and her newly wed husband Rueben were the cutest couple possible. They actually made you believe in love again.

After the break up with your longtime boyfriend, she moved hell and earth to be with you, to comfort you.

It might have been a year already, but you were somehow still stuck in your post-break up slumber. Knowing you, but most of all her bridesmaids, Rebecca had asked for your help during the preparations of the wedding and even today, the big day, you were helping out. You had to admit the result was exactly what you had hoped for and the preparatios helped wonderfully getting you out of your slumber.

The ceremony had the most romantic scenery you had seen, with a lot of thanks to yourself. Before Rebecca arrived, Rueben and his friends were stealing the show wearing their Full Dress uniforms. You took a quick glance at them, who doesn't love a man in uniform, to go back to perfecting the last little details before your cousin would appear. Your eyes quickly crossed paths with one of the very hot groomsmen. 'Probably a coincidence, just looking around like I was', you thought, only with your heart skipping a beat. This only lead to you not noticing those two eyes following your every move, lingering to talk to you, hoping he would catch your attention too.

The men might have stolen everyone's attention for a bit, but when your cousin made her grand entrance, guided by your very proud looking uncle, your heart skipped a little beat. She looked stunning in her fairytale-like wedding dress. Her hair styled simply but with a couple of details to make her whole appearance marvelous. But it was her smile that was the last detail to complete her angelic look.

You were definitely not the only one noticing her beautiful look on her day. Your aunty and uncle had happy tears escaping down their cheeks and your granny was glooming of happiness and talking to your granddad in heaven, who also was very happy as the sun was shining today. But most important of all, the from, the look on Rueben's face when he saw his bride was the look every bride would want on her special day. He gripped one his groomsman next to him when Rebecca made her entrance. His smile matched Rebecca's and his eyes were glued on her until she stood in front of him. This man was after 8 years still very in love with his bride-to-be. That look in his eyes made you believe again that real love did exist, only you had to find the right person.

Now, an hour into the party -by the way, the first dance was amazing, insert emoticon with star-eyes.- after you were finally able to ditch your aunts and uncles, you had made it to the dancefloor. Becca had obliged you, because, yes, you were still busy making sure the the party was going smoothly.

"Now relax and enjoy, you already have done too much and it has been sooooo perfect! I love my bridesmaids a lot, but they would all together never able to pull off anything like the perfect party you have given Rueben and me. So please please please, enjoy." She took your hand in hers and was on her way dragging you to a group of men, with some woman around the group trying to catch any of their attention.

"Oh my god Becs, those groomsmen earlier, they were looking so hot in their uniforms." The couple of wines in your system were making you spill the things you normally would only tell her on a girl night.

"How much wine did you have? And yes I've got to admit, men in uniform are eyecandy." She sang with her eyes locked on her hubby.

"Just two, how would I have ever survived uncle Fred's ramble about politics."

"Okay, you have a valid point, I would probably need a whole bottle to survive him," Rebecca laughed, "so, anyone of them catching your eye?"

"Uh, not really, no." Rebecca stopped and looked at you with an questionable expression that made you laugh. "Okay, okay, miss Fitch, the one with the moustache." You admitted.

"Oooh Bradley, good choice. And miss Fitch, sweetie, I love the sound of it, still a bit unreal, but so wonderful. Come on."

The second you were about to approach the group, you saw him arrive back. But he was holding hands with a beautiful woman. She had beautifully styled dark brown hair and a very beautiful body. She was a thousand more beautiful than you. So, he was taken, with his looks it wasn't actually a surprise.

With your mood now taken a major hit, you hung your head a little lower, suddenly the floor was very interesting. Rebecca wiggled her and your body between the men and nudged Rueben for his attention.

"Guys, guys, there is someone you all need to meet. This day wouldn't have been this wonderful without her, she organized almost everything. I know it must have been hell with me being away a lot and Becca's mind being distracted too. Guys meet Becca's cousin."

You heard your name echo a couple of times, but you only heard the echo coming from the man with the moustache. Fuck, that voice. It was so deep and masculine, that you had a hard time getting your eyes off him. You really tried not to focus only on him, knowing he was taken. But it was so hard to fight it.

Rueben introduces them all to you, except for the blond one, Jake or Hangman, he was very quick to introduce himself before Rueben even had the chance. So Bradley and Natasha, they looked good together. Only weird they weren't holding hands anymore.

After a little smalltalk with Jake, you excused yourself from the group to get a new drink.

"Hey, everything okay sweetie?"

"Yes Becs, just a little overwhelmed." You tried to put up a genuine smile. "Go have fun with your friends, I think the are trying to get you attention."

"Oh God, I'm going to try to get them away from Rueben's friends. I do not want them to interfere with my life with Rueben. I love them, but you know how they are."

"Yeah, I think I understand." You chuckled. "See ya later Becs, have fun!" And off she was, and you finally had some rest at the bar.

You were playing a little with the drink chart as you were contemplating what to get.

"So, I see you escaped from Hangman." That voice came up from behind you.

"Oh, hi, uhm, Bradley right? I just needed some ... rest, the group is a lot." You smiled nervously.

"They can be, so, what you're going to get, Shortcake?" That nickname you hear earlier tonight. Only coming from Bradley you didn't mind.

"You too?" You curiously asked.

"I came up with the name, Hangman stole it."

"But why though?"

"Well, shortcake, if you let me join you, I might let you know." Bradley was teasing you already and letting a small smirk appear on his face, his moustache twitching a bit

"Uh, okay, 2 questions for you first."

"Shoot." Damn his his big brown orbs, they were staring at you and by the looks of it he wasn't going to look at anything or anyone else. Dispite...

"Okay, doesn't your other half mind that you are -"

"Oh no, that, uh haha," was he making fun of you? "I'm not, I'm not in a relationship with anyone, yet."

You were baffled by that. "But, earlier? You were holding hands. I can't follow."

"Oh, you saw that, is that why I suddenly saw your smile fading? You were shining throughout the whole evening and when you joined us ... shit, that wasn't supposed to-"

"So you are dating her?" Disappointment was written all over your face, even more now than before, was he really trying something with you when he already has a girl?

"No, I'm not dating Nat, she was helping me out to get through that other group without getting inappropriately touched everywhere. In fact she has been nudging me all day to talk to you." A smile appeared on his face when mentioning you.

"Oh my god." You hid your head in your hands, trying to become invisible of embarrassment. Only to accidentally throw the drinking chart at Bradley. If only that sinkhole from your wish earlier could appear now under your feet...

"Shortcake, look at me," Bradley took your face out of your hands and kept your face into his hands until you looked at him. A little tear was visible and Bradley immediately got rid of it. "Rueben and Rebecca, actually Rebecca, talks about you a lot, with pictures sometimes. I really became intrigued by this cousin she always mentions. Then she mentioned that luckily now ex-douche and I just started to wish him away from you. And when I saw you for the first time in real life today, I felt something click. I regret it so much not coming with Rueben and Rebecca to punch the douche in the face, no one treats a girl like that. That was what I felt the first time I saw you, maybe with a couple of heart flutters. But you had a second question." Bradley was rambling, he knew it, but he had to get it out before you would say something.

"I, oh, wow, I need a second. Wait, you are genuinely interested in me? You don't even know me." You said while pointing at yourself. Bradley nodded in response. Every single feeling of sadness disappeared to make place again for the sparkly and shiny mood you had.

"Well maybe I feel like I know you, just through Rebecca. So if you give me a chance at least, to get to know each other, for real."

"Okay then, second question, where are your uniforms? Not that I mind the tux." A little smile appeared on your face as you felt some butterflies start to form in your belly.

"We changed after the ceremony, not to get into trouble with the Navy if we would get drunk or do something stupid. Not that I was planning on. Shit, I didn't mean it to come out like I was planning on doing any of that." Bradley hoped you weren't noticing his nervousness, he really didn't want to start off on the wrong foot. He still remembered when Rebecca and Rueben were talking about you, that you deserved to be loved and cherished. Bradley didn't know you yet, but after seeing you for the first time made him believe in love at first sight (let's forget for a moment he was interested in you when they were talking about you).

"It's okay, I get what you mean. So, since we're at the bar, can I get you something? My treat." You joked.

"Ooh, the lady is buying, a beer is fine."

"A beer and a red wine please."

After getting your drinks Bradley walked you to a calmer spot outside. Rebecca noticed Bradley's subtle hand on your back and shot you wink and a thumbs up.

Finally away from the spying aunties and uncles, the obnoxious Jake but more importantly alone with Bradley, well kind of, some other couples were outside too. You thanked yourself for placing these romantically decorated benches outside, where Bradley and you sat down.

You and Bradley talked and talked and talked until your drinks were empty. You learned Bradley was just as domestic as you, you both still loved going out now and then. But a movie on the couch with a snack was on top of your favorite activities-list. Truth to be told, everything what your ex missed, you discovered in Bradley.

"So ... Shortcake." You tried again on the topic.

"Yes shortcake."

"Oh come on tell me!"

"Those big eyes, shortcake, you are really desperate to know. Well, if I must. So first of all, I really love shortcakes. My mom used to make them a lot. They are layered. And with every layer, it gets better and better. And the way my mom made them, they were cute, small cakes, kind of like you."

"Are you making fun of my height?" You asked trying to look serious, while you were melting on the inside for the teddy bear-looking hunk next you. Bradley's reaction immediately went from a lovesick sixteen year old to one filled with shock. Until you couldn't hold back your laughter anymore. "You are easy to mess with, I like the nickname, but only coming from you." You shuddered at the end of your sentence when a cold breeze came up.

"I'm such an idiot, you are cold, here take my jacket." It was way too big, but oh so warm and it smelled like Bradley. Were you suddenly feeling a little intoxicated from alcohol, or was is because of Bradley's scent? You had a couple of wines spread over the evening, but it was his scent that withdrew you from reality. The heavenly mixture of wood and that hint of citrus guided it's way through your nostrils straight to your brain. It made you feel like you were on this fluffy cloud you never wanted to leave. Without noticing it, you moved the jacket closer to your nose, loving the scent a little too much.

"That cold?" Bradley asked, not noticing you were basically sniffing his jacket.

"Oh, sorry, it, uh, feels good and warm." And smells like you... You smiled awkwardly.

Bradley stood up and took your hand in his. "Well, I know other ways to get warmer."

Did he just suggest you two... "Uh"

"Come on, let's dance!" Let's say the intoxication on Bradley's scent was making your mind wander off to other ways to heat up.

Once inside, you kept Bradley's jacket on, just letting the competition know he is interested in you. A little insurance never hurt.

Your bodies stayed close while dancing, leaving just enough space for Bradley to show off his moves.

Until that typical cinematographic scene, a body collided in your back, so you got smashed into Bradley's strong arms. His eyes worriedly glued to yours. But his arms around you was what made loose contact with reality for a moment. His lips were moving and a sound was coming from between his lips. But you were unable to hear it, some automatic reaction made you nod when his lips stopped moving.

The worried expression changed into something sweet, his brows lowered again and this spark reappeared in his eyes. Were you melting? Like for real, were you like a chocolate statue that starts to get liquid when warmed up? You already started to feel some drops forming. Was this it? The end?

"- I am a grandpa." You got snapped out of your trance. You were not melting, everything was okay. Wait what?!

"Huh?"

"Shortcake, did I really needed to say something weird to get you back to earth?"

Awkward! This voice in your head was screaming and laughing, but so were you, and Bradley too. Without thinking you hid your head in his chest, still being locked in his arms.

"Oh my god! Sorry." You immediately withdrew your head and tried to look in his eyes.

"You're a cute one, you know that? Please, tell me you are always like this?"

"Unfortunately for me, yes." You said to yourself while facepalming yourself mentally, again.

After talking somewhat more in a quieter corner, discovering you were both staying in the same hotel, the fatigue of it being 5 am already started to get the better of you.

"Not only are you just a cute one, your yawn is cute too. Tired too?"

You nodded. "Yeah, if you don't mind, I am going to call it a night or day already."

"Me too, plus, I think the others have also left already. Would you mind if I walk you back to the hotel? You know, since it is the same one." Bradley was cursing himself for being this awkward around you.

"Lead the way." You snuck your arm in the small hole Bradley left for your arm. It was a nice feeling you both had on the way back.

"So, this is me, thank you walking me. It was really nice meeting you."

"Yeah same, so uhm," Bradley moved closer to you, with his eyes locked with yours. "I hope I have been en reading this right." He kept on moving closer. His face was now extremely close to yours as you felt your beating rapidly. And what you hoped for happened. You felt Bradley's lips on yours. Immediately you felt the butterflies awaken again in your tummy from earlier when the two of you were talking.

"Shit" Bradley suddenly pulled away from the kiss, "sorry, I was going to wait till I asked you out on a date." Your expression went from horror to relief in not even a second from the moment Bradley explained his little shock. Was he even real? Gentlemen still do exist.

"Oh Bradley, if you noticed, I kissed back. Maybe I was secretly hoping for it." You smiled a little bit shyly at him.

"Thank God, but ... an official first date, does that still sound appealing to you?" Was this fighter pilot, who you always thought to be though and cool, being nervous? (You hadn't noticed the other occasions earlier the evening, being to busy melting for him)

"Since we kissed on our unofficial first date, let's forget about the alcohol that encouraged us, I look forward going out on a real date."

You exchanged numbers and bid goodnight with a last kiss on the lips.

Knock knock. Knock knock.

Probably a drunk jokester you thought. You tiredly made your way to the door.

"Oh, Bradley hi." Bang, in a second you went from zombie-mode to fully awake, adrenaline running through your veins. Noticing your attire, you tried to cover up your pj's.

Bradley was standing awkwardly with his right hand resting on top of his head in front of you.

"Hi, uh, weird question. Okay, wait, before I ask, I really planned to use a different timeline. I swear. But, can I sleep here in your room? Jake, I was stupid enough to share a room with him, he, uh, has someone over."

"Oh. Yes, of course." You kept on staring at Bradley. In contrast to the party, his tie now in his hands, a couple of the top buttons opened. He was incredibly hot in his uniform, but damn, looking like that? Extremely sinful.

"Then, can I come in?"

"Oh my god, sorry. Yes" You quickly made your way back to the bed, still realizing you were just wearing pj's, trying to hide underneath the blankets.

"I"ll take the couch."

Shuffle ... ten seconds later, shuffle another ten seconds later, shuffle. And that went on for a couple minutes.

"Enough Bradley. Neither of us is going to sleep if you keep wiggling like a worm on the couch. Hop in the bed, you're clearly too big for that couch."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

"I sleep in my boxers, so, still sure shortcake?"

"Yes, still sure, so hop in. At least, if you can behave."

Bradley didn't need to get told twice. He slipped out of the trousers and shirt of his tux and quickly joined you in the bed. The temperature under the sheets immediately went up. It was unexpectedly comfortable with him next to you.

"Goodnight Bradley."

"Goodnight shortcake." Bradley planted a little kiss on top of your head. "Oh, and I will behave, my mama thought me to treat ladies right, we are going a date first." Maybe he didn't mind he couldn't sleep in his room tonight, he'll thank Jake later for that. Now he is going to enjoy having you close to him.

It didn't take long before the two of you dozed off to a good sleep. During the night your bodies shifted closer to each other, with eventually Bradley's arm wrapped around you.

This was the start of something beautiful, with the credits going to Rebecca and Rueben and of course Jake for sending Bradley to your room.

END

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yuyu1024 · 4 months

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Darling

Pairings: Seonghwa × y/n

Genre/tags: friends and more

Warning: 🔞🔞 smut/angst, cursing, sensual touching/making out, needy/clingy, Pet name, semi public, bj [lmk if i miss anything]

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Half asleep, you wake up early in the morning to force yourself to jog. You've been slacking with it for the past month already. School have really messed up your routine.

Before you go and get ready to wash your face up, you decided to go down the kitchen first to grab a glass or water and prepare the tumbler you will be carrying for the run.

It's still a bit dark and again, half asleep, that you didn't find it weird that when you entered the kitchen area, the lampshade near the dining table is on. So when a deep ass voice started speaking behind you, you almost dropped down on the floor and faint.

"Fuck!" You gasp as you finally see it was Seonghwa. "You scared the shit out of me." Your hands on your chest and trying to collect yourself

"I didn't mean to..." he say then leans his lower back on the island counter top. "You're up early." His arms crossed over his chest.

"I'm going for a run... need to release some stress..." you say as you open the fridge and grab a bottle of water. "You?"

"I'm horny." He spat, making you almost choke on the water your drinking

You wipe your mouth. "W-what did you say?!?"

He puts his index finger over his plump, rosy lips. "Sshh... they are still asleep."

He is pertaining to your brother, Wooyoung, and the other boys. Some is sleeping up stairs in Wooyoung's room while Yunho and probably San is sleeping in the guestroom downstairs since they were up all night playing video games.

It's the beginning of summer so they are all in your house, having some boys slumber party. And they will be here for a few more days.

"You guys drank a lot last night... why are you awake now?"

"Again....as I said..." he stands up straight and lips curved in a small smile. "I'm horny... if you don't get that... It means I want sex... I want to fuck... I want..." he's moving closer and closer to you until your back touches the fridge. "I want to eat you..."

Your bodies are close to each other that you could actually feel his hardness through his pajamas and yours.

"W-why... me?"

"C'mon darling..." he leans down to whisper, "you know why... you've been teasing me since yesterday..."

You blush at the thought. Yes. You actually did. Not gonna lie, maybe it's because you had a few drinks too but not to the point your drunk. It just became liquid courage for you.

You've been crushing on him for more than a year now. He's been friends with your brother for so long. But you have no idea where this crush actually began. You thought it was just nothing until it got solidified more than a year ago.

How can you not like Seonghwa? He's sweet, kind, caring, passionate and such a good friend and person in general. Plus he's good looking and smart. And probably, one thing you like about him too is his naughty side.

But this KIND of naughty, is new to you.

"Wearing a a fitted top and those tiny shorts of yours?" He tugs your hair behind your ear before he takes you by your chin and make you look at him. "And when we were playing games... you make sure I get to have a good view of your ass and then brushing your chest onto my arm purposely..." he leans in again, lips close to your ear. "Just thinking about it makes me hard and ready to burry my d!ck in your pu$sy."

Oh shit. Your knees weakened a little. He sound so fucking sexy.

"What do you say? Darling... should we try... if you could take my d!ck well?"

His eyes are burning. He's different from the Seonghwa you see often. This is intense. In a good way.

"Ahm..." your breathing is all over the place as his hands begins to roam around your body.

"Give me your consent, darling." He pushes his pelvis to you more. His fucking hard as rock. "I've been wanting to fuck you since last night... but the boys are night owls and I can't find the timing to pull you out of your bed."

You are shaking and excited at the same time.

"What do you want to do?"

He smirks devilishly. "I want to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours first... would you like to try?"

You suddenly got brave and cup his bulge. "Feed me." You tease before you tip toe and go for a kiss.

His eyes widens after the cute peck you gave him but then the warmth in his eyes changes to something dark.

"Go down on your knees." He orders

Your mouth goes dry. This is your first time doing something like this. You've dated a few boys but didn't got to this. Seonghwa is a man and you're not a little girl anymore too. Making out is just basic. This is more than basic.

Slowly pulling down his pajama pants down, you almost choked on nothing as you see it clearly and close up. The length. The veins. The redness. The leaking tip.

"Fuck." You hiss as you grab him using both hands. "Wow..." You quietly move forward and begin to taste him.

You tongue run from the bottom to the tip. Feeling those edges that are so freaking beautiful that makes you wonder how it will feel if he puts it inside of you.

"Ugh... ah... that's it... ahhh...holy shit..." Seonghwa is moaning, nonstop as you let your tongue play around his length. "Fuck! darling, I never knew... you'd be this..." he pauses as he felt the warmth of your mouth. "Ohhh yes..."

You bop your head, sucking and licking every bits of him making him crazy. You're making sure he'll be wanting more from you or if not, will never forget the service you've given him.

"Y/n!" He cries. He puts his hands on the fridge for support. "Damn it!"

He pulls you up from your knees and start to make out with you.

"Fuck!" He looks at you, eye to eye. "You're not wearing a bra?" His hand is on your right boob, squeezing. He could feel how turned on you are under the shirt you are wearing. The tip is very hard and pointy. "8 guys... 7... less Woo...in this house and you're not wearing... a fucking bra? Do you know how dangerous this is?"

You smile putting your arms around his neck. "Do you want me to put on a bra or you'd want to taste it?"

A wide devilish grin spread across his lips. "You one naughty little princess..." he licks his lower lips and grinds his exposed length to your still covered core. "You'd regret turning me on even more... coz' darling... I'd bet you can not go jogging after I'm finished with you."

"Give it a go then..." you glance at the wall clock in the kitchen. "We have less than a hour before sunrise... before my parents and the rest of the boys wake up..."

He growls at your challenge. "Alright then..." he adjusts your positions and making you face the countertop. "Bend over..." he orders "and make sure to keep quiet..."

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emojellyace08 · 10 months

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Shower sex ft.! Daniel Park (Lookism)

Genre: smut/lemon🍋 Slight warning: fingering, penetration, hand and blowjob, overstimulation, squirting!/cum shot!/unprotected sex! (mentions of slang terms of male and female genitalia). CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! (reader is female). summary: You and Daniel moved in a new apartment. When you help fix the packages, your erotic image bending down while sweating turned him on. Since it's been a while since you've make out, an idea popped in his head to treat you in the bathroom. This post is edited.

You and Daniel's relationship have been doing well. Both of you get to know each other, you see each other at school, and both of you even have slumber parties and sleep overs at each others place. So what's wrong with getting an apartment with the both of you can live in?

Daniel was first against in this idea. It's not that he doesn't want to be with you and living under the same roof, in fact it will be much more easier since you can now spend time together without going in each other's place. Both of you can even have a date inside without loosing your budget on other public places and fast food. But he's worried that you'll "waste" your money on him again but you quickly reassured him that it will be okay since you have a part time job that pays you fairly as long you do a good work.

It's the day that both of you will be moving in. It makes him really nervous and excited at the same time since he won't be apart with you and he can spend with you more often even on weekends. It was 12 noon and he was already taping the boxes with his personal belongings until he heard a knock on his door. "Darling?" "Oh wait coming!" He was quick to open the door and he saw you with a gleeful smile on your face. You're wearing a plain f/c t-shirt with a f/c mini skirt and f/c converse. Despite the plain style that you were wearing, you still look really beautiful in his eyes (or whatever style you rock in).

"You ready?" you asked him and he replied with a nod. You requested if you can help him carry the boxes but he insists that he can do it by himself. He looks really different than how he looks like when you both first get to know each other (not that he's ugly as other people say). His work out turned out well and your glad that he's doing some process not only in his physical form but also in his mental state (he is used to not believe in himself).

After a few minutes, you both arrived at the location with Daniel. You both got out of the taxi with the driver helping to take the boxes inside the building. You and Daniel were chatting about random topics until you are approached by an old lady who asked if you are the new residents and you both quickly replied yes with respect. The old lady explained the rules in the building. She also praised Daniel's looks and how lucky of a girl you are to have a "good-looking boyfriend" which he quickly replied with a thank you while blushing rubbing his nape. Despite Daniel's physical change, he's still the same sweet and respectful boy you met at middle school. The old lady gave you the keys and you and your boyfriend went to your new apartment.

You unlocked the doorknob and opened the door, you and Daniel are both greeted by the warm and happy atmosphere. The place is clean and the furniture are organized and it has a really big space for the both of you. "Have you eaten lunch?" Daniel asked you. "Oh, I haven't I was preparing for the move y'know." you replied. " You wanna eat ramyeon I have in the package?" he replied which you gladly accepted and told him that both of you should eat first before you do some arranging your things so both of your empty stomachs wouldn't interrupt while working. You both removed your shoes and socks and placed it in the shoe rack before entering your new apartment.

While Daniel is preparing the food and utensils, you started working in placing the clothes in your shared bedroom. You insists to fix his luggage as well so he doesn't have to exhaust himself more later on which he hesitantly agreed to (he doesn't want you to be tired since you've been busy with other things but since you're too helpful and stubborn, he can't argue with you). A few minutes passed and your boyfriend called you in the kitchen, saying that lunch is ready. You fixed yourself in the mirror and went in the dining area with the ramyeon already prepared in the table with chopsticks. You sat in front of the raven-haired boy who's waiting for you to eat with him. You both prayed and thanked for the meal. While eating, you hesitantly asked him about his business with the Workers. He told you that things are not going so well since his second body got kidnapped. He's just happened to be lucky that Sophia help him loose weight and Gun trained him to be more stronger in combat. You're pretty sure that he's mentally drained from this gang shit and you comforted him that everything will be okay. Though things will turn out the worst in his mind, your comfort is enough for him to calm himself down. He's feeling really lucky for him to have you as a partner. You're always there for him when things go upside down, he's also worried that because of his involvement with these gangs, he might accidentally put you in danger or his enemies might view you as a perfect target for their advantage and hurt you with no mercy (luckily you can defend your self but it still worries him a lot). But it's his time to relax for a while and spend some time with you before going back to business. You apologized for bringing up the topic but he reassured you that it's alright for you to asking. He felt that he has to voice out his concerns after all or else if he keep his stress and problems more it will probably make him insane from all this misery. You tried to talk about other topics to ease up the tension in the atmosphere and cheer Daniel up which gladly worked.

After finishing your ramyeon and cleaning the dishes with Daniel, both of you started to unpack the boxes to arrange your packages with Daniel insists in managing and taking care of your heavier belongings. You're fixing the living room with arranging the couch pillows and him fixing the kitchen utensils and the heavy pots. "Love where can I-" he was about to ask you for help when he notices you bending over the shelf putting the CD's in order. Because your skirt is a bit too short he can see a bit of your skin underneath the fabric, your f/c panties peeking through and your ass slightly being exposed. Because of the hard work that you're putting in making the discs arranged in the shelf, you started to sweat which makes your innocent action and posture feels and look erotic and sexy for him. You turned to look at him since he cut off his question and asked him if he needs help. Still looking in your ass, he quickly stared back at your face painted with a cute and confused emotion. "Oh-Uh- Nothing! I already got this sorry!" he quickly replied before going back on what he's doing, which leaves you confused but you immediately just brushed it off. He can feel his cheeks burn up, probably dusting his cheeks with a light pink color which he hopes you won't notice. He felt like a pervert peeking through your skirt. I mean can he blame himself though? If you keep bending like that and exposing your ass and cunt even if it's unintentional, he's sure that he'll get a hard on.

Hours passed by of arranging and a bit of tidying the place and you're feeling lucky that you have the courage to finish through the day of fixing the apartment that you now call home. Without the help of your sweet boyfriend, it may be impossible to finish this quicker. You lied down the couch, tired and sweating. Daniel sat on the couch with you feeling the same, weariness. "Woah. That's lots of work today." he exclaimed. "Yeah. Thanks to you we get to finish setting up earlier." you thanked him feeling your body and mind getting drained. "Couldn't done it without you too." "Damn, you're too cheesy." he laughed at your response and you did the same, at least you can see him smiling and laughing now. You remained laying down with Daniel stroking your hair for a few minutes and chatting about high school and funny moments like when Vasco accidentally spilled his choco-banana milk on Zack. You also talked about animals and other things, making you and Danny feel relaxed. You remained talking to him while both slumped on the fluffy mattress until you slowly got up from the couch, feeling that you regained your energy back to wash yourself up. "I'm going to shower now Danny. You can wait for me in the bedroom and get some rest." You told him and oh, when you said about you going for a bath, that perverted image of you flashed back in his mind making him feel hot and bothered. While he's also feeling sticky because of his sweat too, an idea popped in his mind and he wants to grab the opportunity to take a shower with you but he's hesitant. He's scared that you would turn off his request and feel weirded out of him. You and him definitely have make out before. From sweet, innocent, wet pecks on the face and lips to hands slipping under each other's clothes with teasing touches and your tongues slipping inside each other's mouth before breaking the kiss with a blushing and heated face. But we all know that he's a virgin and unexperienced. You are his first girlfriend and both of you haven't go through in that line where sex is involved in your relationship yet. He only watches porn and read erotic manhwa when he's horny, obviously him being too shy to ask some help from you when it comes to things like this. But since you and him are living together on the same roof now, there's definitely a possibility that you and him are just going to fuck in the same bed in a random day.

"Wait!" he stopped you from leaving, his hand holding your arm with a gentle grip which makes you confused. "Um, w-would you mind..." he cut off his sentence, a bit hesitant and scared to complete it which leaves you puzzled. "Daniel?" "I-uh, would you mind me taking a shower with you?" he asked and gulped harshly while avoiding eye contact with you. Not going to lie, you were shocked by this coming from Daniel himself. But you can't resist since he's your boyfriend. He's usually shy when it comes to topics like this but he also got that charm and that rough side that's just hiding underneath that innocent and shy personality, you know it. And while there are times that you can't see each other, you're fighting yourself to not masturbate and think about him but you still ending up losing from the feeling of emptiness anyway. Slightly processing on what he said, his statement broke down on your thoughts before thinking deep about it and responding to him. "Oh. I-I don't mind." you replied back while blushing, him returning your reaction with a slightly shocked and flustered face. He wouldn't expect you to accept his offer that fast.

"You sure it's okay for you? You don't have to-"

"It's okay really, I don't mind it."

There was a few moments of awkward silence surrounding the atmosphere before Daniel stood up and pulled you gently for a kiss since he can't control his self any longer. You're surprised by his action but with the lust and heat consuming you, you didn't hesitate to kiss him back. You both make out and while enjoying the kiss, he pinned you in the wall gently, his right hand supporting your head and the other one guiding and holding your waist strongly but still gentle that is probably going to leave hand marks on your waist considering of how strong he have gotten. He started biting your bottom lip, him asking permission to French kiss you. Getting turned on by this, your playful side started to show so you teased him by closing your mouth more. Him being slightly frustrated, you can feel him making a cocky smirk against your soft lip before his left hand slowly crawled in your chest and squeezing your breast. You got surprised by this and he took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth leaving you whimpering and moaning. His wet muscle danced against yours and since he's much powerful than you, his tongue dominated yours. Daniel's free hand slowly crawled down to cup your now damp underwear underneath your skirt leaving you moaning and yearning for more and submitting to him, making you buck your hips for more friction. As both of started to loose breath, he broke the kiss leaving a string of saliva connected from both of your pink and warm tongues.

"We should continue this in the bathroom shall we?" Daniel asked you in a raspy and low voice, still rubbing your clothed core which makes your whine as you feel your underwear getting wetter than before. You are about to respond to him when he picked you in bridal style and took you to the bathroom. He opened the door, him still carrying you and opened the light switch. There is a separated shower and bathtub with the other necessities that you both needed. He brings you down and pulled you for another hungry kiss and you're both now making out in the sink. He slowly made it down your neck. Making wet, damp kisses finding your sweet spot which makes you arch your back and making you moan his name. This reaction of yours make his cock twitch and grow underneath his pants, but he knows that he needs to take his time with you. While he continues leaving sweet pecks and soft smooches on your skin, your hands traveled and explored his body eager to take his clothes off. Your right arm wrapping along his neck and the other touched his chest and torso. His once chubby body that's so comfortable and fun to cuddle with is now muscular as you traced circles in his stomach leaving a ticklish yet gentle sensation on his skin, him getting encourage to find that spot. Wet kisses were left on your soft skin like an animal marking it's territory as Daniel soon finds that sensitive region of your part that he's looking for making you gasp and moan his name. He sucked your neck a bit too much that it stings a bit but you couldn't care less, causing it to draw blood on the surface of your skin leaving a mark with a hue of purple and red color.

"Danny, Please..." "Please what love?" "Need you so much..." you mewled against his neck, feeling your warm breath that tickles him. He leisurely made his hands to your waist to undress you before stopping through to ask permission to do his work.

"Can I take your clothes off?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please."

Daniel processed your pleas before pulling down your tight, little skirt revealing your panties forming a wet patch. Daniel smirked, feeling absolutely amused that he managed to make you wet just by kissing you while you feel embarrassed from the drooling mess your cunt is making. "Can I touch you?" "Yes please." you begged with a hint of desperation on your voice before feeling his warm fingers slip underneath your lingerie and slowly make direct contact with your vulva making you released a lewd moan making his dick grew bigger, his huge member now poking through his pants. He then smeared your sticky and warm juices on your clit using his thumb making you gasp at the contact of your sensitive pearl while his two fingers teased your entrance by rubbing your labia more. "Fuck it darling, you're so wet for me." he remarked as his thumb played with your clit, rubbing and making circles and repeating the same motion over and over again in a slightly fast pace and deep pressure which your hips and legs reacted shaking. Despite the friction and pleasure you are receiving, you were still getting impatient wanting his fingers inside you. You bucked your hips against his now hot body and begged for more. "Danny, more..." "This doesn't satisfies you enough?" he asked you curiously. You protested that it's not that it doesn't feel good but you want him inside your throbbing hole, you begging like a little bitch. Him not wanting to tease you, he obliged as he gently entered his middle finger making contact with your warm and tight walls making you gulp at the contact. Dipping his finger in your wet insides, he pushes it more inside your vagina trying to find your g-spot, putting it in quickly just to pull it out again repeating the motion that makes your walls clench on to him more. As he entered his knuckle inside you, he touched that rough, spongy spot making you release another loud moan as he continued to poke it leave you really satisfied.

"Ooh! Fuuuck!" you yelped as he pumped his finger quickly and repeating that motion on your now swollen clit before sliding another finger inside, his body now on autopilot getting more excited. You were left panting and screaming in pleasure just by his hands, what more when he pushes his length inside your pretty cunt?

"Fuuuck Daniel! Gonna cum!" you struggled to find your words because of the unexplainable feeling you're experiencing right now. "Let go of it." he grunted as he tried to move his fingers on a rapid pace. Him continuing this lewd movements on your body, you started to feel that familiar ball of warmth forming on your stomach until you can't hold it back anymore as your ropes loosened and he made you squirt, him feeling your walls tighten more as you release your juices and staining your underwear and coating his hands with your cum. He continued to finger you as you ride your high until he pulled it out and showing you his now glossy fingers and sucking his coated hands, tasting you making you blush and crave for more as he feels the same. His mouth released a popping sound before asking you to suck his fingers. "Suck it. C'mon be a good girl for me". Not wanting to disappoint him, you returned the favor and obeyed him. Sucking his fingers, you tasted your juices as he shoves his digits deeper in your throat. You later pulled it out leaving a mixture of each other's saliva and your own liquids before you gave him a kiss again, this time unzipping his pants as it falls on the ground. Him moaning, you stroked his member beneath his boxers that also started forming a wet patch on the tip of his clothed cock. You and Daniel spend time undressing each other and touching each other before stepping inside the shower.

Being fully naked, he turned on the shower knob letting the water make contact with each other's skin. You both take your time washing each other up, his hands holding and cupping your cheeks and you wrapping your hands around him before pulling each other for another make-out session. Your delicate hands crawling down to his torso down to his groin until you reached his member, gripping it a little tight and stroking it making him grunt between the kiss. "Y/N..." Daniel whined, your hands keeping the sensual pace so he wouldn't come yet. You broke the kiss, staring at Daniel's eyes that are filled with lust and admiration before you bend down to your knees finally making close contact with his erect dick. You stroked his shaft faster. From the change of the speed of your hand, he can't help but to shut his eyes and make smutty noises as he tries biting his lower lip but the pleasure is just too much. His whines and grunts may not be the manliest, but you're glad he's enjoying the handjob that you're giving him. The more he releases a moan, the more your movements get faster in playing with him. Feeling your cunt getting drenched by your liquids while still pumping his cock, you didn't hesitate to give some kitty licks on his now pinkish tip and tasting the building pre-cum. "Hah~..." he mewled while feeling your warm tongue tickle his growing member. You started to suck the red tip before gently pushing and bobbing your head up and down to take more of him while touching and stroking the base faster. You continued to feast on Daniel until he can feel his orgasm building up quickly, gripping on your hair for support and you moaning sending more vibration on his dick as he feels his release coming soon. "Oh God, Y/N!" he called for your name before you can feel the ropes of his warm, sweet semen shot the back of your throat making you swallow all of it. You pulled him out of your mouth, showing him that you swallowed all of it making him even greedier.

"Come here." he demanded and you got up before being pulled for another kiss but this time being more gentle, tasting himself inside your mouth. He touched you down in your core again as you unintentionally slip another moan. Pulling away, Danny's eyes stared back at yours filled with desperation and neediness as you also can't wait for it to happen. "Can I put it in?" he asked with a pleasant voice while gently rubbing your lip with his other hand cupping your face. "Yeah. Just be gentle". you told him with a delightful smile on your lips.

"Wait,"

"Why darling? Do you want to stop?"

"I-It's not that I want to stop. But I-, I don't have any condom."

Thick silence filled the room before reassuring him that it's okay if he doesn't have any. You advised him just to pull out if he feels that he's going to release since you're not in any contraceptives. He swallowed harshly feeling nervous and praying he won't orgasm inside you though he finds it hot if he cums inside, the sight of your pussy dripping with your liquids mixed with his semen really motivates him to keep fucking you.

He wanted to ask if it's your first time but he hesitates. He knows you have exes but you never opened up about your sex life to him (neither he since he's embarrassed to say he's a virgin). But he doesn't really care if you had a fling with other people before, what matters is that you're his now and he'll be the only one who'll make you feel more amazing than the others even if he's not your first.

You positioned yourself all fours, your hands and breasts pressed against the cold wall and spreading your legs, exposing your two holes coated with pre-cum forming on your core and from before. His dick rose up again from the beautiful view ready to be pleased again. He stroked the base, preparing his self before entering you. Knowing what's about to happen, Daniel lets out a shaky and nervous sigh and he gently pushed his tip on your soaked entrance. You softly let out a high pitched sound as you feel your wet and warm walls welcome his long cock as he pushed more into you until he's fully inside you.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a worried tone, seeing your face that slightly faces him scrunch a bit from his thickness. "Y-Yeah-I, j-just keep going." you closed your eyes as he fills your tight pussy, him waiting for you to adjust on his size. You haven't have any hook ups since you started dating Daniel since you don't want to cheat on him and stay faithful. So you don't really know if it's the fact that he's just too big than your ex's who took your virginity or if it's just because it's been a long time since you fucked with someone.

Minutes passed and you told him that he can move now, "Please be slow." you requested "I will honey." he replied kissing your plump cheeks before gently moving in and out of you. Despite his thrust being soft, you can't help but to moan deliciously. He was worried that he's being too harsh but your comfort and reassurance encourages him to keep going. As you started releasing muffled moans, Daniel started to pick up the speed. His thrusts were not too fast or slow, but his tip keeps hitting that special spot deep inside making you call out his name and crave for more.

"F-fuck! Danny Mhmm!" You called his name as he felt your insides clenching tighter on him, not wanting him to stop or leave. "Y-Y/N y-you're so tight." He replied back as he tries to speak, he can feel himself sinking into the warm and pleasurable feeling, he doesn't know if it's because of the warm water that runs through his skin or if it's because of your cunt squeezing him like it's hugging his cock. He tries to hold back and take his time not wanting to hurt you before his thrusts became faster, both of you moaning each others name as his tip kisses your g-spot repeatedly and his balls clapping and making contact with your clit which makes you more satisfied and sensitive. You almost lost your balance from the wall but luckily Daniel's hands guided your waist and pushing his cock deeper on you.

"Oooh shit.... Fuuuck Danny!" you screamed as his cock now hit your cervix. Fuck, you really thought that he's buried inside you so much. Your eyes started to water and tears roll down on your face as he lifts your one leg to insert his dick inside of you more, causing your eyes to roll back at the back of your head from the feeling of his hard member fucking your stiff cunt. Your left hand makes its way on your clit, rubbing your sensitive part harshly as you tried to reach for your orgasm. Daniel took notice of this and he leaned on your shoulder, sucking on your neck again and leaving more hickies as his free hand made contact with yours that played with your pearl, him signing to touch and please you more. You gladly removed your hand and positioned it back on the wall to keep your balance as Daniel stroked and played with you while fucking your hole at the same time, his pelvis slapping on your ass making more clapping noises as the warm water runs on your bodies creating more audible noise that can be probably heard outside the apartment.

"D-Darling! I'm so close!" you whined as you feel another orgasm chasing you. Daniel being desperate to make you cum and pleasure himself at the same time, his thrusts turned faster as he buried himself into you deeply. Your vocal chords are now sore not only for giving him a blowjob but also him making you moan so loud that the neighbors next door can probably hear you fucking now on the first day that you moved in here. You covered your mouth to reduce some of your lewd noises since you don't want to get kicked out. But no matter how hard you try, the feeling of content that you're experiencing was too much to handle. After Daniel thrusting into you a few more times, you felt yourself let go of your second orgasm, coating him with your juices and making your insides feel more slippery.

While you rode your high, you can feel Daniel's breathing getting heavier as his lips parted not being able to control his self from getting faster and from making more auditable noise, grunting on your ear and his beautiful voice is enough to make you wet and damp again. "Y-Y/N if you keep squeezing... m-me like this..." he warned, signaling that he's close to coming making you shocked, you're worried that he'll accidentally release inside your womb. "D-Danny pull it out!" you panicked as you yelped and his arms grip tighter on your body for support and ram deep inside you with an insane speed while you can feel yourself being overstimulated already. "F-Fuck w-wait- Ah!" he whined on your earlobe and he quickly pulled out just in time before releasing on your now abused pussy pumping the base and riding his high releasing more of his warm semen coating and staining your body.

Daniel continued cumming with his head still buried on the crook of your neck before gently letting go of your leg while you can feel his cock poking your ass, probably still rock-hard and up for another try. You and him were catching your breath and taking your time to ease up. While Daniel was processing on what happened today while still leaning on your shoulder filled with love bites that he made and hugging you from behind. He just lost his virginity to you, the love of his life.

"You okay love?" he asked you while still staring at your vulva filled with his cum and yours dripping out of your hole. "Yea-Yeah. That was amazing". you stuttered while slowly facing him and giving him a peck on the lips and him returning the sweet gesture with a smile forming on his lips. Daniel was proud of himself that you enjoyed yourself in his company, sexually or not. He really has high hopes on planning a bigger future with you. For now, all he needs is to relax his self and keeping you safe with his presence. "Let's get you cleaned up." he grabbed the opened shower, pouring warm water on your bodies cleaning each other's bodies as Daniel makes sure to touch you gently and softly, making you feel cozy and feel like in home.

Who knows, you and him will probably have a round two but this time on the bed.

A/N: FUCK THIS IS SO CRINGEY THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT AHHAHAHA LMAO BYE IMMA GO READ THE BIBLE

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