#his fluster and her fluster had to synchronize

[phfenomena]

❝i’ve been in love with her for ages.❞ || jack champion x f!reader

requested - nope! self indulgent!

a/n - he’s so cute :3 him and the 1975 is just *chefs kiss* i also got very carried away sorry!!

warnings - drinking, marijuana consumption, romcom ass storyline, jacks lowkey an idiot but it’s okay she’s also an idiot, swearing, mentions of egging homes, also mentions of blowing a car up, let me know if i missed any!!

THE HOUSE was lively and loud with chatter, music, and the stomps of the party guests walking upstairs. her hands were filled a large red solo cup full of foul smelling liquor and a joint in her opposite hand. she took a swig of her drink and grimaced as it was going down, burning. she passed the blunt to her left and stood up.

jack was standing off in the opposite corner of the living room with his hometown friends, answering the never-ending questions about acting and how much money he makes. his reply trailed off and his eyes caught her. the only one who didn’t welcome him home last week, and the reason he’s been moping around.

their eyes locked as she was walking towards the hallway, towards him. his heart beat picks up and he takes a drink to feel more confident. she walks right by him, maintaining the staring contest until she was out of sight. he embarrassingly looked down at his shoes and pretended that he was fascinated with the view of his dirty converse.

she closed the bathroom door and leaned her back against it, slamming her head back. her veins feel as if they’re pumping molten lava into her heart, everything burns, including her cheeks. she gazes at her flustered and flushed reflection, wondering why she couldn’t just talk to him without feeling as if she’ll randomly combust.

unbeknownst to them, but they had the same night routine. stare at their bedroom ceiling and think of each other, waves of regret and sadness flowing through them. connecting them by an invisible string. jack wishes it could go back to how it was before he left to pursue acting, how it was when they were kids, how it was when you talked to him. well, why couldn’t it be? he quickly pulled a hoodie on and slipped out of the back door, heading for the house next to his and picking up the small pieces of gravel in the garden.

she swears she hallucinated it, the sound of the rocks battering against her window. hallucinated pulling her curtain back and her worst fears becoming a reality. her bedroom lamp is on, he can see her when she looks down at him. he stares up and mouths the word ‘lake’. she should’ve shook her head no, she should’ve closed the curtain and went to bed, but she nodded and got dressed.

the night air felt fresh against their skin as they walked the short trail throughout the trees behind their houses to the lake, their lake. they haven’t been since he left, and she still hasn’t spoken a word to him. their steps synchronized and he kept glancing up at her, only for a fleeting second.

as the pair of the teenagers sat on the dock, all they could hear was the crickets song and the melody of wind against tree branches. “why won’t you talk to me?” it almost sounds like a whisper, like it should blend in with the wind. she lifted her head up and starting fiddling with her nails. “i don’t want to welcome you back into my life just for you to leave again, jack. it sounds stupid, but you left. and you stopped texting and calling.” he had a solemn expression and his eyebrows were furrowed. “i’m sorry, i was really busy and i didn’t have any time. i didn’t mean to ignore you.” she nods softly and scoffs.

the sun had rose long ago and was now in its zenith, she was still in bed. she wasn’t sleeping or trying to, she just hadn’t gotten up all day. if she looked out her window she’d see jack and his family in their backyard, circled around the grill and laughing. she hates his perfect laugh, his perfect face, but most of all she hates his voice. the way it carried throughout the air and everyone recognized it. but she’s grown to despise it throughout his absence.

‘please just come with us. idk if jack will even be there.’ she stared at the text for what felt like hours. she decided her anger towards him couldn’t ruin her last summer before she went to college, she could have fun and still hate him.

the beach was already littered with cans of varying liquids and the bonfires were at their peak. she was waiting in the parking lot for her friends to meet her there but they insisted she came down to them. she was scanning the sea of bodies, trying to find a familiar face. the second she’d approached the group a drink was shoved into her hand and the music was turned up, which was already deafening.

he sat on the shore with a few friends, drinking. away from the crowd so he could breathe. then he heard her laugh. the sound he’d grown to miss so ardently, but it wasn’t even directed towards him. his mind starts racing at the thought of a random guy making her laugh that loud. she was probably drunk and stumbling on the sand. he stood up, ignoring how light headed he was, and walked towards the sound of her.

she leaned into the boys embrace, his name was ‘tanner’ or ‘tyler, she couldn’t remember. tanner-tyler almost felt like jack if she focused on it enough, but her mind was already fuzzy. her head was thrown back laughing at another funny story from their younger years. the closed her eyes and listened to the group, feeling very tired and not wanting to engage in the party anymore.

his eyes laid on the unholy sight of her with a guy who wasn’t him. his hand all over her, a smile plastered across her face. he approaches the group and accepts all hugs and greetings thrown his way, but his eyes didn’t leave the girl sitting on the sand. he took a seat in a break of the circle of teens, right across from the scene that would possibly haunt his dreams tonight, and forever.

her eyes opened after hearing his name and hearing his voice piping into the stories and adding small details the rest forgot about. her half-lid gaze was flickering between the hands on her waist and thigh and the beautiful boy across from her. she felt as if she’d might throw up, no, she actually had to throw up. she stood up quickly, throwing the hands off of her and mumbled out ‘feel sick’ and beelined for the bushes by the parking lot. jack watched the scene unfold and began following her, calling her name and asking her to slow down.

she dropped to her knees and starting coughing into the sand, he approached quickly and pulled her hair behind her head and starting rubbing small circles in the middle of her back. she couldn’t even be mad at him, not when he was being so gentle while she was throwing up her guts.

she rolled over and sat down on the sand, wiping her mouth. he was squatted in front of her, waiting for something to happen, anything to happen. “thank you.” she managed to croak out through her hoarse throat. he nodded and hummed. “can i take you home? i think you need to go to bed, drank too much.” she nodded and tried standing herself, ultimately depending on jack pulling her up and walking her to his car. gently placing her in the front seat and buckling her seat belt. “i’ll be right back, i just need to tell them i’m taking you home.”

the surprised and confused expressions amongst the group as jack explained where they’re going. the boy who was wrapped around her like an invasive species of vine piped in. “why don’t i take her home? she was all over me, i could’ve gotten real lucky.” his friends pipe in telling him to shut up and hurling insults towards him. “she doesn’t wanna go home with you. trust me.” a small smile on his lips as he walks back to his car.

as he started the car and handed his phone to her to pick a song, her knees were pulled up to her chest and she was staring out of the windshield. “m’ sorry for making you leave. i can take myself home.” he laughs and it surprises her, her eyes moving to him. “absolutely not, you’re too drunk to even know if the light is green.” she smiled in his direction. watching him as he puts an arm behind her seat while reversing out of his parking spot. she hadn’t looked at him much lately, just throughout instagram posts and whatever tiktok edit decided to show up on her home page.

the car ride was filled with music and a tension that felt as if it was absorbing all the oxygen in the vehicle. the car came to a small stop in between of their houses. they just stared at each other. “i know we just got here but i’m really hungry.” she says with a small smile and he laughed, but she didn’t seem to hate it.

the drive through at the taco bell was wrapped around the restaurant. “are we willing to wait half an hour for tacos?” she nodded and went into detail about what she’d do for a taco. they were laughing, together. he remembered the first day he got his drivers liscense and they went out for taco bell, and ate at the top of the hill that overlooks the city. he almost didn’t hear the crackling of the work out speaker through his daydream of memories.

“i can’t believe you remember my order, that’s so funny” it’s sweet, but she couldn’t say that. he laughed as he began turning into the road for the hill. he prayed she wouldn’t notice until they got there, but the way she got quiet and stared at him, she knew. she had focused her gaze on the passing trees and houses. as he turned off the car and pushed his seat back to begin eating, she looked at the city lights. “i haven’t been back here since you…” she trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence that hurts her own feelings.

“i really missed you, it’s so hard looking at our hometown and going by our spots but i’m not with you. the guys had to pull me out of bed tonight so i’d go to the bonfire. i really am sorry for being an absolute asshole and not talking to you.” his voice was shaky but his eyes were gentle and almost looked inviting. “the reason i was so mad that you were leaving is because i had the biggest crush on you since middle school, and we had this great summer and then you just left. i mean, i’m glad you’re back, don’t get me wrong. it was just really hard.” it was the residual alcohol talking now, no filter on her thoughts that reel against her own borders.

“…do you still?” his expression almost looked like he was begging. “do i still, what?” “have the biggest schoolgirl crush on me?” she fought her laugh at his wording but went silent. “i’m sorry, was that the wrong thing to say? i was just joking-” “can you shut up for one second and let me think about what to say?” he went silent and slightly widened his eyes at her outburst. “sorry, that was kinda mean.”

they sat in the suffocating silence for a few more seconds before she opened her mouth to speak. “even if i say yes, at the end of the day you’re still leaving. i’m starting college in new york and you’ll go back to california. but…” she bit her cheek, debating if she should keep talking. “but i do. that’s why i was avoiding you, i thought it would go away after you left but it didn’t.” she turns her head to him and he looks confused at her drawn out answer. she laughed and puts her hand on top of his. “i still have a super schoolgirl crush on you.” he smiled, she leaned closer in and he had to roll himself to pull back. “maybe we should do this another time, when you’re not drunk.”

“dude, i don’t know how i keep fucking up with her! it’s like everything i do is wrong and now she’s pissed at me again right when i just got to her to talk to me.” jack laid on his bedroom floor with his friend sitting on his bed, above him. “she tried to kiss you and you said no, man. you rejected her! she’s obviously gonna be pissed at you.” “she was drunk, she wouldn’t have even remembered it and i’d be the idiot all over again.”

“yeah! i was like ‘i still like you’ and he looked at me with those stupid eyes and when i tried to kiss him he literally said no. who the hell asks if you like them and then rejects you?” she paced the length of her bedroom with her best-friends sitting on her bed watching her vent. “i was so fucking nice to him when he didn’t deserve it and he does this to me. we should egg his house and blow up his car.” her two friends look at each other and begin to try calming her down.

their bedrooms faced each other, but she’d closed her curtains. her friend had opened them while trying to explain how badly she wanted to not egg his house and blow up his car. he was sitting on his bed with his friend, seemingly talking about something important as he was motioning with his hands a lot. the two boys looked towards the movement they saw and they both freeze.

“okay, fine. but i swear to god if one of the boys invited jack, i am going to dump a milkshake on his head and beat his ass.” she’d been convinced to go out for dinner with their friends.

the young group was laughing and eating their meals, the diner was fairly busy so she wasn’t focused on the people moving around her. until she saw him, and he sat in the empty chair next to her. she pressed her lips together and looked at her best-friends with the fury of one thousand hells. they smiled sheepishly and pretended to be very interested in the story being told. he muttered a small ‘hi’ and she ignored him. until he pushed his chair closer to hers and his thigh was touching hers.

he called after her in the parking lot, she tried to ignore it and get into her car before he could catch up but he grabbed her arm, instantly letting go when he got her attention. “please, just hear me out.” his voice was low and fought the urge to hit him. she sighed and turned to face him. “you have one minute before i walk away.” he scrambled for his words and stuttered out a “you were drunk and i didn’t want to kiss you, well, no! i did want to kiss you but when you were sober and i didn’t even think you’d remember enough to even remember but clearly you did so, um, i’m really sorry. every time i get close to you i just go fuck it up.” her eyes widened at his rushed words and panicked behavior.

“did you drive here?” was all she said. he shook his head no “no, i rode with chad.” she motioned towards her car and started opening her door. looking back at him standing there. “get in the goddamn car!” he quickly ran to the passenger door and climbed in.

“so, does this mean you forgive me?” “it means you’re on parole and if you fuck up again i’m gonna egg your house and blow up your car.” he nods and smiles at her as they pulled up in front of their houses. “i’ve been in love with you for ages, and i can’t seem to get it right. let me take you out tomorrow, and if you didn’t like it, you never have to see me again.” she smiled and turned in her seat. “i could never not want to see you, jack.”

he turned towards her and looked down to avert her gaze. “it’s kind of my turn to confess and spill my guts, but i think i already have.” he lifts his head up and slightly leans in, testing the waters. he’s almost expecting a punch to the face, but instead his lips are met with hers. he feels as if god himself had bestowed a piece of heaven right in front of him, and he wondered what he did to deserve something this good.

#jack champion x reader #jack champion #ethan landry #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion fluff #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry smut #jack champion angst #ethan landry angst #the 1975 #i’m so nervous about this LOLL

[jessicas-pi]

the sheevery ends and the shenanakins begin????

This is one of my oldest fics--I believe I wrote the part I'm gonna share here about two years before I even got an AO3 account! It's sort of an introduction story to the Problem Children AU, a fix-it where the Clone Wars ended, the Jedi saved the galaxy, and the fight for clone rights was won in a frankly ridiculous way...

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To literally everyone’s surprise, though, the thing that truly reached the people was not an Amidalan speech. It was not a dramatic act of heroism and humanity. It was not the work of a thousand voices crying out for justice. It was a single pen on flimsi. It was a young woman with flights of fancy and a fluttering heart.

It was a book.

And not just any book. A really, genuinely, honestly trashy flimsiback penny-store romance novel, full of purple prose and gratuitous descriptions of fancy outfits.

And it was about the Jedi.

More specifically, it was a romance between a “Twi’lek Knight of ethereal beauty” and a “bold yet caring clone commander”, also starring a blatant Dooku expy as the villain and a ridiculous portrayal of the Jedi life and culture. It was called Remember the Midsummer Night, and it was a smash hit.

The Author’s Note was what really hit home with the people: it told the story of the author’s experience in the war. She claimed she owed her life to a Jedi and a clone “working together in perfect synchronization, like a droid-destroying dance”, and that it inspired her to write a story based on the experience. She followed it with a plea to fellow victims and survivors, to remember what sacrifices the clones made, and to honor them as they should be honored—as people, not cannon fodder.

(Regardless, ever since that book came out, Aayla Secura has been using a “You Will Die By My Hand If You Even Think About Mentioning That Accursed Novel” glare on giggling initiates and Skywalkers, a compilation video of Bly being flustered called Proof Clones Aren't Emotionless Meat Droids appeared on the Holonet, and of course Anakin memorized long passages of the book to quote them at inappropriate moments. What was he supposed to do, not recite the main character’s five-page inner monologue about how handsome her clone commander was in the middle of a council meeting?! Puh-lease.)

And it didn’t stop there. There had always been holofilms and novels featuring fanciful depictions of Jedi, but from the moment Remember the Midsummer Night hit the shelves, “Jedi Romance” became its own genre. The copycat books that followed the original publication were progressively worse. Publicly, the Jedi refused to comment on the stories, but privately…

Well, the Jedi Council meetings (which had begun to feel rather long and empty after the chaos of the war ended) became the Jedi trashy book club.

(Most members of the council weren’t aware Master Windu could laugh until Yoda read aloud a particularly painful passage from Heart of a Hero in the way only Yoda could and Master Windu fell out of his chair, tears streaming down his face, clutching his sides. To be fair, the rest of the council were in similar positions.)

(Anakin loved being on the council.)

#SURPRISE IT'S THE ORIGIN STORY OF 'REMEMBER THE MIDSUMMER NIGHT' #thank you for the ask!!! :D #fic snippet #fic sneak peek #the problem children au

[terry-perry]

Todd- I'm going to tell you this thought privately, that way it shall never be spoken of again if you do not want to do it. I apologize if it is weird. thought: GF goes over to the Wayne manor to see Jason, both of age obviously, Bruce is all don't do anything bad since they got into trouble with it the last time. She's like wearing his favorite dress/skirt, Jason being Jason does not really listen to Bruce and to have a quickie with GF he rips her panties' crotch, cause keeping clothes on during sex is kinda hot to me. Ultimately Bruce catches them caught kink sorry.

18+ ONLY!!

Like all the parties at Wayne Manor, the place was packed with important people. Yet the only person Jason had his eye on was you. He knew you wore that dress on purpose. It was the most fuckable thing in your wardrobe, made for sin.

You knew what you were doing wearing it at that party. You knew what you were doing ignoring him most of the time. You knew that there was no way he'd be able to go the night without finding some place to take you after he became desperate enough to do so.

Eventually he got to you, not caring that you were in the middle of a conversation. His hand went down to your lower back, almost right on your ass, as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear about meeting at the library before taking off without you giving an answer.

You watched him walk away, enjoying your own view of the evening as you saw the way his pants clung to his backside. You couldn't wait.

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He loved the dress so much because he was able to get things done without having the need to take it off completely. And if he wanted more skin, he could easily pulled down the neckline to reveal your breasts he can latch his mouth on. Which he currently did as he thrusted up into you. The shelf behind you began to wobble as he fucked you against it. You weren't bothered by the books falling off, all you needed was the pleasure forming between the two of you as he continued drive himself deeper into you.

Your mouths were one as you had your legs wrapped tightly around him and dug your nails into his shoulder. That earned you a growl and got him to to go feral on you, making you whimper as he hit a sensitive spot in you.

You opened your eyes a bit to watch him work, but they widened once they made contact with the door of the library opening.

"Shit, get off!" You whispered-yelled at Jason, needing to get down.

Peering over his shoulder, he saw what you did and quickly set you down. The two of you fixed yourselves up as much as you could until Bruce finally entered.

"What's going on here?" Narrowing his eyes, Bruce looked at the both of you with suspicion.

The both of you gave synchronized shrugs, having the need to act as casually as possible. You felt it did the trick, as Bruce stared at you a second longer until turning away. His parting words, however, left you both more flustered than ever.

"If you need to finish things off, you know I have plenty of empty rooms you can do it then. One of those books could've led you to a weapons room."

#jason todd x reader #request #dc titans #x reader #oneshot #imagine #smut #drabble #jason todd #dc #batfam #batfam imagine #batfamily

[blossominghunnie]

1

Wonbin’s POV

Today we were going to watch some Get a Guitar dance covers for a YouTube video. We needed content so our manager thought it would be a good idea.

Anyway, we sat on the coach and the staff placed the camera on the tripod and the laptop on a table that was in front of us.

“Hello! This is Riize!” We all screamed enthusiastically.

“Today we’re going to be reacting to some Get a Guitar dance covers.” Shotaro spoke and we all clapped.

“The first one is by Artbeat.”

It was a pretty good cover, they all danced synchronized and with energy.

“Wow.” We clapped again. “That was so good.” Sohee commented. “Next!”

The second one was good too, they were a little bit out of sync but it was good nonetheless.

“This next one is by Iridescent Crew from New York.” Seunghan read the title of the video. “Okaay, a foreign group.”

Since the start of the video my eyes were glued to the screen. The girl doing my part was not only an incredible dancer but really pretty too, and it looks like I wasn’t the only one that thought that because I heard Anton, who was on my left, mutter a “wow”.

For the rest of the video I just watched her, and it wasn't because the rest of group was bad or anything, on the contrary, they were pretty good but the girl just mesmerized me.

"10 out of 10, for me." Sungchan said clapping. "What do you think, Anton?"

"She danced so good." He said with a dumb smile but after realizing what he said he flustered and tried to fix it. "I-I mean, they ALL danced super awesome."

"Aw, does our Little Anton have a cruuush?" Eunseok teased him, which wasn't surprising since he loved teasing him.

"N-no." The youngest stuttered.

"You're so cute." He pinched his cheek and soon enough everyone started mocking him, even me.

"Don't think you're off the hook, Bin." Shotaro spoke. "I also saw the way you were looking at one of the dancers."

Shit, I thought I was safe.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I tried to look at him with a blank expression.

"Your eyes were literally shinning."

"I'm still clueless." I played dumb, hoping it would work. I didn't want to be their next victim.

"Okay, then. Let's see if the fans saw it too or I'm crazy."

We saw our manager making a signal which meant that we needed to end the video, since we had another schedule soon.

"Okay guys, we'll end the video here. Thanks for watching, we hoped you enjoyed it." Sohee talked to the camera.

"Bye!" We all said and stopped recording.

"I'm going to be the laughing stock of the internet." Anton whined and cuddled to my side, putting his head on my arm.

"You'll definitely be." Eunseok laughed.

“Yeah, or they’ll think you’re cute. Fans love when the maknae acts adorable and such.” Sohee said.

“Let’s hope that’s the case.” Anton pouted.

Summary: In which Riize watches a Get a Guitar dance cover from an American dance group called Iridescent Crew and two members fall in love with one of the dancers.

Notes: In this world, fans don’t get mad if idols have crushes or date or anything. 🤠 (As it should be. 👹)

Taglist: @jiaant11, @sannab, @zhonglele02, @perrywinklefairy

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[flwoie]

꒰ 💎 ꒱ ALONE TOGETHER — LEE HEESEUNG

🫂﹒ One way for gems to fuse is by dancing. Heeseung can’t really fuse but at least he can help you get over your fear of dancing in front of someone. ﹒♡

P. half-gem! heeseung x human!reader G. fluff steven universe au S.S. « so i was listening to the ost and i got reminded of this episode from the show so i felt like writing it. a certain someone told me to biased and just write about heeseung so i did 😁 also thank uu soph for proofreading (literally the best beta reader to ever exist 🖤🖤) WC. 0.6k

Because Heeseung is half-gem, he can practically do anything a gem can, including summoning weapons, bubbling, shape-shifting, and other inhumane abilities. But when it came to fusing, he was convinced he couldn't do it.

"Synchronize!" Pearl declares as she observes Heeseung's attempt to fuse with Amethyst. Amethyst lifts him, causing her to drop him inadvertently afterward. They laugh it off before Pearl commands them to take it seriously. A second attempt was made, but no fusion could be made as she lifted him again.

As the gems lead him through their fusing choreography, he pays close attention to them. While carefully following along, he finds it difficult to copy the choreography. Regardless of how challenging it may seem, he still manages to keep up with the gems despite their rapid pace.

"I don’t understand; I nearly had it!" Heeseung exclaims during his break. As he settles onto a stool, he wipes the sweat from his face. "Nobody expects you to form fusion right away," Pearl says, sitting down next to him as she explains. She muses over the possibility of Heeseung fusing. She questions whether his body is capable of fusing. Fusion merges the physical forms of gems, but Heeseung is half-human; although his body takes the form of a human, the only physical component of him is the gem in his navel.

Heeseung joins you in the sand and begins to complain about how tough fusing is. "Can you get them to write out the steps?" you suggest while facing him. He adds that it is not about the dance, with a dejected look on his face. He says while interlocking his fingers, "When they fuse, they illuminate and melt into one another. He says hesitantly, "I am not even sure whether I am capable of that.”

You exclaim with enthusiasm, "Well, I think it's amazing how you're able to dance with them! I could never." He acknowledges your presence and approaches you. "What do you mean?" he asks. As you explain your predicament to him, you turn away to avoid looking embarrassed. "I've never danced in front of anyone at all," you mutter. His eyes enlarge as you continue. "My school had a dance, and I was really looking forward to it! "But I couldn't bring myself to go," you admit, your expression showing dissatisfaction as you close your eyes. "I couldn't stop thinking about people staring at me."

"No one is staring right now," he utters. You open your eyes to see him staring right into your eyes. "Um, you are," you deadpan. He chuckles while averting his eyes. He gets his phone out and starts to play a soothing song. He moves away from you and speaks as he stands up. He covers his eyes with one hand and extends the other to you. "What I was trying to say was, come dance with me," he says, smiling.

You got flustered at his antics but eventually held his hand. He uncovers his eyes, and you two make eye contact. He brings you in closer, and you two move your feet back and forth to the beat of the song. He twirls you around and backs up. He sways to the melody, and you follow along. He could feel his face blushing, and you two came closer and turned each time you swayed.

Heeseung accidentally trips, which causes him to almost fall. You quickly catch him and hold him by his waist. Your faces have small proximity and form eye contact. You press your foreheads together and laugh it off.

You open your eyes as if you just woke up from a nap. You were still on the beach, sitting down. You noticed how your feet were a lot larger than Heeseung’s sandals. You picked up the sandal and compared it to your foot. "Heeseung, how come your sandals are too small for my—" you paused and suddenly realized what was going on, "your feet?" You quickly checked your navel, and there it was—Heeseung’s gem.

Heeseung finally fused, and he fused with you.

#enhanet #kflixnet #k-labels #kvanity #heeseung #heeseung fluff #heeseung x reader #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop #♠️ : sonata’s works

[hongjoongscafe]

I tried to respond to the post but tumblr was being a dick. Anyway.. a request: yunho is really into an older girl.. she knows of him but he’s just a younger dude.. thinks of him to be inexperienced and innocent. then, she sees him dancing in a parking garage with his group.. https://youtu.be/5A9EMLrURS8 she’s flustered. He notices. He rocks her universe.

I hope you like it. I think I went too far at the end🫣. Hopefully, it's not bad💓

Ma'am

Bitch hours

Pairing: yunhoxreader

Warning: big dick, unprotected sex, cum eating, older reader, clit slapping (only once)

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You always saw that tall guy living across the street with his friends. He was young. How did you know that you may ask? Well, when you moved in, he was wearing a university jacket that he went to.

It's been a year and he passed out but still lived in that apartment. He looked so innocent and had puppy eyes. He seemed shy and blushy.

You had noticed him around a lot. And heard a little bit about him through the strangers who talked to him in the cafes you went to when he was there too. His name was Yunho. He was apparently a lead dancer in his group. You recently witnessed his twenty-third birthday. He was seven years younger than you.

From his looks, he looked like he never fucked anyone. With those little giggles and his shying away, you were sure that his dick was never put to good use. But he was young and you were already thirty. So you stopped thinking about it and tried to not get into it too much.

Oblivious to you, you didn't realize that Yunho was noticing you too. Your every single move was so obvious to him. He came to know about you the same way you did.

He was aware of the fact that you were older than him by seven years and surprisingly, he was okay with it. His dick was usually tickled by thinking about the possibility of an older woman but not that that woman was you, it always jerked up and asked for attention.

He wasn't into older women as such but something about you being older and so hot… He was ready to make sure you knew that he could control you better and be the perfect dominating partner.

But Yunho started to see you less. And less.

A few days later, you were in the parking lot of your building, coming back from your work when you heard music coming from the other part of the parking unit. You wouldn't care about it usually and go your way but something in your brain was telling you to follow the music and see what is happening.

To your surprise, a group of people were dancing. They were wearing similar black outfits with black shoes and caps. The synchronized steps looked so satisfying to look at. Not even long after, your eyes fell on a familiar person who was already looking at you. Your heart skipped a beat.

With the flow of the dance, he came in the front and locked his eyes with you and smirked, making your thighs rub against each other. His hips moved forward and his hands came down to his crotch as if he was fucking the thin air. And then he winked at you.

You didn't blink throughout the dance and only came back to your senses when you heard the instructor talking. You collected your mind and hastily walked towards the elevator. Getting in you took a deep breath but it was soon hitched.

A hand stopped the lift door from closing and there entered the tall man who almost dropped your panties by just smirking and winking. Your breath sped up.

You both stood there in silence. Your shaky hand pressed the floor number. His burning gaze was drilling holes into your skull. Inhaling some bravery, you turned your head towards him and exhaled a shaky breath after locking your eyes with his droopy ones. Lips supporting the slutiest smirk you have ever seen.

Knowing very well that he has nothing to do in this building, you knew your next step.

You fully turned in his way but before you could speak, his big hands pulled you by your waist and smacked his lips on your neck, kissing it to your jaw, cheeks, and the corner of your lips.

“Noona,” he rasped. “Going around looking so damn hot? Have you ever thought about me? How might I feel? You are always so close to going hot and yet I can’t touch you. You are fucking me up.” He sniffed your neck, smelling like vanilla and peaches. He licked it till his tongue reached your ear and bit your earlobe. “Will you let me devour you, noona? Will you let me get my tongue on your cunt? I wanna taste you, fuck,” his mental image was running wild.

Your moans were quiet and your brain was empty, still wrapping around the moment that happened. The ding of the elevator made you flinch. Holding his hand, you pulled him out and quickly opened your door and pushed him inside.

Yunho picked you up, hands on your butt as he stumbled into your home. “To the left,” you moaned as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck.

He opened the door to the left and turned on the light. Throwing you on the bed, he threw away his cap and zipper. Getting up on the bed, over you, he finally kissed your awaiting lips. They felt so soft and warm. His tongue licked your lips and entered your mouth as you moaned lightly. Your tongues mingled with his and asked for dominance but he wasn’t taking it.

He pulled away and opened your dress shirt and the black pants, adding them where his clothes were. He got rid of his chained-up pants. The big bulge was strained against his boxers, asking him to release him and feeding it to your pussy.

Your panty was uncomfortable against your wet core. He picked up your thighs and pinned them against your chest, knees touching your chin.

Yunho’s long fingers traced your pussy lips that were sticking out of your underwear. He buried his nose into your clothed cunt and sniffed your essence. His hands made quick work of removing it.

Not waiting any longer, his lips were over your pussy and his tongue licked your wet hole. “Fuck, ma’am,” he moaned at your sweet taste. “You taste so good.”

“More,” your hips try to find his lips back on you. He was generous enough to give you what you wanted. His thumbs parted your pussy lips and latched onto your throbbing clit. He moaned against your cunt, sending vibrations into your cunt making your brain go numb and pussy go crazy.

He sucked harder and nibbled clit. Your thighs were trembling just by this, making you closer to your climax.

“I’m gonna cum,” you gritted your teeth.

“Cum of my tongue, ma’am,” he slipped two of his long fingers in your hole, making you clench and throb around them. “Want your cum in my mouth.”

Your chest moved up and down, feet now resting on his shoulders. With a harsh suck on your clit and his fingers brushing against your cum spot, you came on his tongue. He lapped all of your juices. Humming at the taste.

Your brain was already going dumb.

Yunho sat on his knees, looking at your already fucked figure, trying to catch his breath. He chuckled while pumping his cock that was now out. Your eyes fell on his cock and you moaned, “that is so fucking big.”

“Yeah? I bet no one you fucked had this big cock, right?” he held your one leg and placed it on his shoulder. His cock was poking your cunt. He rubbed his swollen head over your cunt, making it wet with your slick. And then he entered inside. The thickness of his cock left a burning sensation but it was pleasurable. His cock could barely fit in but he made it fit.

He waited for you to adjust to his size. Although, it was hard to do so. Your velvet walls were so warm and wet and tight around him. It felt like your cunt was made just for him.

“Yunho,” you whined. “Fuck me.”

He groaned and started pumping into you slowly and hard. Your pussy was so wet and leaking onto the sheets. It made his cock slide easily.

His cock reached the places you didn't even know existed. “Fuck, Yunho,” your nails scratched his back, “cock so big!” his cock twitched.

“Noona!” he moaned. “Pussy so good. Wanna keep it to myself, please, ma'am.”

“All yours,” your legs wrapped around his waist. His cock went deeper. Your G-spot was getting stimulated harshly with every thrust. Your second orgasm felt around the corner. Yunho felt your cunt clench around him. He brought his hand between your bodies and found its place on your clit. He drew harsh circles on it, making you moan like a bitch in heat.

His hips started working faster and harsher. It was a benefit of fucking a young dancer. Your ah’s were echoing in the apartment, bed banging against the wall. His balls smacked against your ass.

You screamed when he landed a slap on your clit, making your whole body jolt up and pussy cream his cock. Your high was so unknown and strong. Your walls wrapped around him even tighter. He could feel your cum over his cock.

Your cunt was sensitive from the second orgasm. His thrusts were getting sloppy and harsher. You knew he was closer. “Cum for me,” your hands scratched his scalp. “Cum all over me.”

“Fuck,” he moaned and pulled out of you. His hands hastily jerked his cock and not so long after, long thick white ropes of his cum were painting your stomach, and chest. His high was so strong that some of the cum landed on your face too. Seeing you like that, his cock twitched in his hand.

He laid next to you, catching his breath. His eyes were unfocused and yours were focused on his side profile.

Feeling your gaze on him, he turned to look at you. Your face had cum over it. And then he saw your fingers tracing your chest, scooping up the cum. The same fingers made their way to your mouth. Your lips wrapped around your fingers and sucked the cum off of them. You moaned at the taste and your eyes rolled back.

He could feel his cock jerking back to life. Then he followed your fingers that were shiny with your spit. They swiped some cum from your face and instead of licking it yourself, you brought them to his lips and smeared it over his lips and entered your fingers in his mouth. He moaned around your fingers, eyebrows scrunched up. And then you removed your fingers and lapped your lips over him to lick off all the cum from there.

“You are in for the night… Ma'am,” he said and got on top again with his hard cock wanting the warmth again.

#yunho smut #ateez yunho smut #ateez smut #jeong yunho smut #ateez

[sweetestlamb]

Tease Me

Summary: Suyeon and Geurami help Young-woo with a very serious problem.

Author's note: Not me writing two stories for this fandom within hours of each other lmaoooooooihavearealproblemooooo. This is acknowledges the attraction and hormones in the room a bit more. Oh and it's mostly from Suyeon's pov. Enjoy!

"You know my name is three syllables. I could be part of that greeting too, Choi to the Su to the Yeon. It works perfectly right? Should I join you both next time?"

"No. That is only for me and Geurami."

She had mostly been joking anyway so the disappointment washes off her back easily, being friends with Young-woo is never boring at least.

"We need to focus. Did Young-woo already tell you everything? What that puppy eyed tease has been doing to her?"

Young-woo's starts copying the insult under her breath and she has to stifle a laugh, imagining Jun-ho's face if he ever heard himself being described that way.

"No. What did he do?"

Geurami slams her hand on the coffee shop table about to start regaling his sins but Young-woo's even voice cuts her off, listing each event as if reading from a teleprompter.

"On the 7th, when I returned his call he answered sounding out of breath and informed me that he ran out of the shower to accept my call. We spoke for exactly thirteen seconds before he apologized and said his towel fell and he would call me back. He rolls his sleeves up during every car ride and persistently leans across to open my door. Whenever we walk together, his arms brush mine and when move away he comes closer."

She glances at Young-woo's best friend to see her reaction,and it takes sheer will power not to giggle. It was obvious what exactly was going on, Jun-ho was teasing Young-woo on purpose. And it was working if the rosy flush on cheeks were saying anything.

"That sounds difficult."

"It is. I went to the doctor to make sure I would not be harmed by my heartbeat racing so often. I will be okay fortunately."

Geurami nods solemnly face crumpled into a look of pure indignation, "This is a very serious matter. We can't let him get away with this. My poor Young-woo."

"Well the solution is simple." She states, sipping her iced Americano wondering when her life became so fun with such entertaining people.

Geurami nods in agreement, "Yes, yes. There is only one thing you can do."

They look at Young-woo first together before locking eyes across the table, speaking in synchronization. 

"You have to tease him back."

Young-woo stares, then gapes and after a long pause blinks and chokes on air.

"What?"

She looks innocent, almost comically so but she knows better now that Young-woo is no angel. She has seen the looks that she and Jun-ho exchange in the staff lounge personally, even a blind person could feel the tension between the two.

"Tease him back. He's trying to get under your skin, so if you do it too he'll get flustered and stop."

Or he'll finally break and jump Young-woo. She's fine with either honestly her own crush dissipating the longer she spends in their presence, how she could not see what was going on earlier can only be attributed to her not wanting to see.

"I don't know how to do that. Would it not be better to talk to him and tell him what he's doing to my heart and ask him to stop?"

"No you fool, that will only give him more ammunition and then he'll know his power and he'll never stop. Do you want to be tormented forever at work?"

Young-woo jolts from her seat, appearing terrified at the suggestion.

"No! My efficiency on cases will surely decrease if that were to happen."

Of course that's her biggest concern, she shakes her head in disbelief.

"Exactly. You need to do this for our future clients."

Young-woo immediately starts to nod animatedly and Geurami joins in with a loud battle cry. She tries and fails to hide her face in her cup of coffee, certain that they will be banned from his coffee shop as well.

They're starting to run out of hideouts.

----

They give her a list.

1. Make him jealous.

2. Touch your lips often.

3. Compliment him.

It's a short list but they decide to start small, anything else might be too overwhelming for their inexperienced pupil.

She will help Young-woo at work when she can and give progress reports to Geurami to evaluate how they're doing.

It's Monday and that means they will have a team meeting, she knows she'll have a hard time not punching that swine Minwoo in his smarmy face but she can't help Young-woo if she's in prison, and that's her woah woah.

Soon they're all at the large desk, reviewing their cases and a possible future client when there's a knock on the door.

The team leader calls out for them to enter.

She can feel Young-woo tense up as familiar figure enters the room, Lee Jun-ho. She notes that his eyes search and land on a particular attorney his gaze softening sweetly before he greets the room.

"Good morning."

They all echo in response.

"I brought the materials you asked for. I'll leave them here."

It's not lost on her that he takes the longest route possible which brings him right into Young-woo's space, his shoulder brushing against hers as he places the materials on the desk.

Sly dog.

"Thank you Jun-ho. I'll get everyone some coffee, Young-woo come help me."

Young-woo frowns but a quick glare gets her moving, momentarily invading Jun-ho's space in return because he was still so close to her.

Quick learner. She almost gives a thumbs up.

"I'll help too."

She already knew he would offer, that makes things even easier. She nods in appreciation, tugging Young-woo closer to her so they can walk side by side in the hallway.

In a whisper that is definitely loud enough to be heard she says, "I really wanted to talk to you about the blind date. You're single and not getting any younger, everyone our age goes on blind dates."

Young-woo wasn't a good liar, so they had practiced this story over and over until she had her lines memorized. She felt slightly bad for Jun-ho but he had started this game with his refusal to fess up to his overtly obvious feelings. Clearly he needed a nudge or a strong kick in the right direction.

A loud noise sounds behind them. The sound of shoes dragging on carpet, poor thing is already falling apart.

But she stays in character, staring expectedly at Young-woo to deliver her lines.

"The purpose of blind dates are to get married correct? If I met someone I could marry then my father would be happy and I could be like other adults. What do people do on blind dates?"

She hears a loud cough behind them and then a wheezing noise.

She spins to look at him with a practiced smile.

"Oh Jun-ho, we forgot you were there. Are you okay?"

Maybe she should have been an actor instead of an attorney.

Ah, in her next life.

Though she is the one talking to him his eyes- no wonder he has the nickname golden retriever looking at them now- are stagnant on Young-woo, who is happily making coffees without a care in the world.

"Blind date? You're going on a blind date? With who? When?"

He looks so distraught she almost regrets her role in this manipulation but Young-woo shrugs calmly at his questioning.

"I was just thinking about it. It sounds nice."

And as they practiced Young-woo strides out of the room, mugs in each hand.

Jun-ho can only gape and watch her retreating back.

She only makes one coffee for herself, Minwoo can choke for all she cares. She pats Jun-ho's shoulder on the way out, pep in her step as she walks back to team leader Jang's office.

----

She joins them for lunch, sitting down with a quick hello before reaching for her chopsticks and digging into her meal.

When Young-woo starts eating normally she gently kicks her under the table, widening her eyes before discreetly tapping on her own lips.

She can see the realization wash over her and then she does as they coached her.

Lightly pressing her chopsticks against her lips between bites and gently licking at the tips of the wooden sticks.

The first time seemingly goes unnoticed by him but she knows better, can see the clench in his jaw he's only pretending not to notice.

But Jun-ho stops mid sentence at the second occurrence, his eyes wide and slightly panicked as he looks at Young-woo and then suddenly remembering that they are not alone, looks away only to slowly bring his gaze back to her, it's a real struggle to look away from the spectacle in front of him.

His head and his heart- or perhaps something else are clearly at war.

"Jun-ho ssi? Are you okay? You did not finish your sentence, what happened to the kitten that you found? Did you bring it to a shelter?"

"I...no...yes....I don't know."

Young-woo pouts her lip in confusion, pushing them out in a way that even distracts her with her pink fullness. Then she goes for the kill, picking up the latte that they purchased just for this moment.

There is whipped cream decorating the top in lavish swirls and without pausing Young-woo pokes out her little tongue and swipes at the white foam delicately, humming at the sweetness before swallowing while looking right at Jun-ho.

If looks could kill. Jun-ho might need a lawyer right now.

He looks bothered in all fashions. She almost feels like a voyeur watching them but she has to see this through.

Jun-ho has no chance, he's not even trying to hide it now. Looking at Young-woo in a manner that's not at all safe for work and then he's suddenly bolting up and giving them some excuse about something he forgot to do before running away.

"Was that good? Do you think it worked?"

"Oh. You were great. He looked like he was going to jump you."

"...... And that is good?"

"Definitely."

------

"You should have seen his face. It was perfect, everything is going just like we plann-"

She cuts herself off as she turns the corner, hiding as she sees Jun-ho backing Young-woo into a wall. They look lost in their own world as usual.

"Geurami. I'll call you back okay? I think our Young-woo is going off script."

She hangs up on the other girl's high pitched scream, moving closer to the couple but remaining hidden. She's just worried about Young-woo as soon as she confirms that she's alright then she'll leave.

"Attorney Woo, what are you trying to do to me?"

Oh, starting off with a bang huh? At least he wasn't a complete coward.

"I don't understand what you mean. Right now I'm trying to go home and you are stopping me. I don't think I'm doing anything to you." Young-woo replies straight laced, calmly staring up at him.

Jun-ho scoffs before stepping even closer.

"I know you're doing it in purpose. You're trying to bother me."

Damn he was sharp. They hadn't quite planned for this. She's nervous for Young-woo who has no practice to reply to his accusation.

"So?"

She almost falls over at the answer completely taken off guard.

Jun-ho sounds as perplexed as she feels.

"What? So? That's all you have to say after torturing me all day?"

"Mmhmm. You tortured me first. It was merely retaliation. I was the victim first."

"I did? What did I do to torture you?"

Mentally she screams at Young-woo not to answer that, he's trying to steal the high ground she can tell that a mile away.

But Young-woo answers, "You always mention when you are taking a shower. You keep putting your arms where I can see them and you make sure that they brush against me when we are walking."

Jun-ho's face melts into something dark and sweet an expression she did not expect him capable of.

"Those things bothered you?"

"Yes."

He smirks easily, moving even closer until there's no where left for Young-woo to retreat to.

"In a good way or a bad way?"

Young-woo sputters blinking up at him lost before she takes a deep breath and looks away.

"I plead the fifth."

This time she can't stop her giggle, slapping her hand over her stupid mouth. But neither one of them seems bothered by someone's possible presence too lost in each other.

"How about we can a truce then? I'll stop if you stop."

"Yes, that seems fair."

"Okay, should we shake on it?" Jun-ho offers and Young-woo looks reasonably hesitant but he continues, "That's how most deals are sealed. It makes it official."

He smiles at her before sticking out a large palm.

After a moment, Young-woo shakes it with her thumb and index finger.

She starts to move away but sudden movement catches her eyes and she sees Jun-ho lean down and bring his lips close to Young-woo's ears. She can't hear what he says from her distance but the woman in question turns pinker than she's ever seen her before Jun-ho moves away and takes his leave.

She waits until he's completely gone before coming out of hiding.

"What? What did he say? Are you okay? You're so red."

She watches at Young-woo cutely brings her hands up to her cheeks, and waits impatiently for a reply.

"Nothing. I have to go."

She stares in shock at Young-woo's fleeing back.

Well it was nice to know she was capable of lying when she needed to at least.

She walks away too, eager to call Geurami and update her on their mission.

-----

She can't fall asleep. Nothing works. Not reciting the different types of whales. Or the Korean code of law. Or even counting sheep as she's heard others do.

Nothing can clear her racing mind.

Or heart.

His words keep playing on loop in her head.

"I already want to kiss you so badly, you don't need to do anything to tease me. Just seeing you is a tease for me. Don't tempt a man on the edge Young-woo."

She gulps, fanning herself at the mere memory.

Maybe she should sleep with her window open.

And a fan.

#extraordinary attorney woo #woo young woo #lee junho #a little spicier #spring sunshine #choi suyeon #dong geurami #girls united against puppy tease

[yournameloveskpop]

SECRET

Paring: Jungwon x Reader x Jake

Style: NSFW, smut, friendship

Warning: smut . Minors do not interact

Word count: 1936

Jungwon couldn't believe the rush of excitement coursing through him; the apartment's usual buzz of activity was replaced by the intense, singular focus on the person right in front of him. He was in uncharted territory, making out with Jay's cousin, Y/N, on the couch, while the rest of the Enhypen members were out.

They were lost in their own world, the TV's noise a mere background to the symphony of their synchronized movements. Jungwon's hands explored Y/N's waist, securing her against him, while she played with the hair at the back of his neck, ensuring no space remained between them.

As the intensity grew, they moaned in unison, the sound a testament to the passion that enveloped them. Jungwon, seizing the moment, gently maneuvered Y/N onto his lap, his lips finding a new path along her jawline to her neck.

"You're making it impossible to stop," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

Y/N tilted her head back, offering him more access. "Don't stop," she managed to say, her voice a mix of desire and encouragement.

Jungwon left a lingering mark on her chest, eliciting another moan from Y/N. She responded by leaning back and initiating a slow, rhythmic movement against him.

Watching her, Jungwon felt his restraint waning, the sight sending him into a deeper haze of desire.

"Y/N..." he groaned, his voice deep, filled with a hunger that mirrored hers.

She teased him further, moving with more intent. Jungwon's response was immediate, his body syncing with hers in a dance as old as time.

The tension between them was palpable, amplified by their contrasting attire; his loose joggers and her skirt did little to cool the escalating heat.

"We're walking a dangerous line, Y/N," Jungwon breathed, his gaze intense.

With a daring smile, Y/N whispered back, "Then let's not fall, Jungwon."

As Jungwon's hands found a more secure grip on her hips, Y/N took it as the encouragement she needed to continue their intimate dance. Just as they were teetering on the edge of taking things further, the abrupt sound of the door swinging open shattered their bubble of privacy.

Jake strolled in, initially oblivious to the situation, until his gaze landed on Jungwon and Y/N in their compromising position. His initial broad smile morphed into an expression of sheer astonishment, followed by an audible gasp. Silence engulfed the room as Jake's surprise gave way to a mischievous grin.

"Wow, what do we have here?" Jake couldn't hide the amusement in his voice, already plotting the fun he'd have teasing Jungwon and Y/N.

Jungwon and Y/N froze, caught in the act, as Jake's eyes sparkled with not just the thrill of catching them but also an undeniable interest. Jake had always found Y/N attractive, and seeing her with Jungwon stirred more than just the urge to tease.

Jake approached with a confident stride, his mind racing with possibilities. "You know, this could be a lot more interesting," he mused aloud, a hint of suggestion coloring his tone.

Jungwon, caught off guard, stuttered, "Jake, it's not what it looks like."

Y/N, equally flustered, tried to compose herself. "Yeah, we were just—"

"Saving it for Jay to see? Please, I won't tell if you don't," Jake quipped, his tone playful yet threaded with an undercurrent of desire, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/N and Jungwon exchanged nervous glances, the sudden shift in the room's atmosphere palpable. Jake, fully aware of the tension he'd introduced, saw an opportunity to add a twist to the evening's events, considering they all had a couple of hours free from prying eyes.

"Why not make the most of the time we have?" Jake suggested, a playful smirk playing on his lips, gauging Y/N and Jungwon's reactions to his bold proposition.

As he leaned closer, his gaze momentarily fixated on the mark Jungwon had left on Y/N's chest—a silent testament to their moments before his interruption. Without missing a beat, Jake gently tilted Y/N's chin, closing the distance with a kiss that held a promise of more, an action that felt both daring and bold.

Jungwon, momentarily stunned, found his voice, "Jake, what are you doing?"

Y/N, caught in the unexpected turn of events, pulled back slightly, her eyes wide with surprise. "Jake, this is unexpected..."

Jake, with a confident grin, responded, "Life's too short for what-ifs, right? Why not explore a little?"

The room filled with a tense yet curious silence as Jungwon and y/n considered the implications of Jake's actions. taking the silence as a yes he leaned back and kissed y/n again but this time she kissed back.  They broke apart after only a few seconds, each feeling emboldened by the other's reaction.

Jake, sensing their readiness, turned his attention to Jungwon, whose pulse raced in anticipation. Before they knew it, their mouths moved in sync, and soon their hands roamed freely, tangling in one another's hair.

Their movements grew frantic as they started exploring one another's bodies, indulging in a carnal exploration they hadn't known was possible. Y/N watched as the two bandmates make out in front of her before leaning in and kissing Jungwon's neck.

"Jake. . . Jungwon," she murmured, feelings and also need for more attention.

After pulling away from Jungwon's lips, Jake found his way to his ear, whispering softly. "Do you want to play with me, Jungwon?"

Jungwon closed his eyes and leaned  back, sighing. "Yes, Jake... I want to."

He felt Y/N wrap her arms around his torso, an intimacy that both excited and relieved him.

Jake told Jungwon to lay on the couch, Y/N didn't need to be told as she pulled down Jungwon's joggers and boxers. Jungwon dick was already hard from his and y/n make out session earlier.

"Go on suck it," Jake told her and watched as y/n leaned down to Jungwon's tip small playful flick. 

As she sucked Jungwon dick slowly, Jake ran his fingers through her hair and used the other hand to massage her scalp, moving in rhythm with y/n sucking Jungwon dick. Jake stood behind Y/N, he lifted her skirt up and pulled her panties down slowly. The sight of her pussy glistening made him drool slightly as he took his index finger and pushed it into her juicy cunt.  As his finger entered her wetness, he quickly took his thumb and curled it around his middle finger.

"You feel good, Y/N," Jake said lowly as he pushed another finger into her and thrusted faster.

Y/N looked back over her shoulder at him. Her mouth covered the head of Jungwon dick and began stroking it again. Jungwon moaned as she continued to suck his cock and felt a little stream of cum come out. Jake skilfully unbuckled his jeans and piled them down along with his boxers with one hand. He pulled his fingers out of her before rubbing her juice over her other hole. He pumped his own cock a few times and rubbed the tip on her back end. 

"That feels good," he said as he slipped it inside her tight ass.

It hurt a little bit, but after a while Y/N didn't even notice as she licked Jungwon dick clean. Jake pushed her forward a bit so her pussy was level to Jungwon's dick. Jungwon's shaky hand found her hips and pushed his cock into her dripping cunt.

"Ah!" Y/N cried out when his cock pushed its way inside.

She was too far gone to enjoy it though as Jake knelt behind her and rammed his cock into her asshole harder than she expected. The pleasure was intense but it wasn't enough to stop her from riding Jungwon's cock. Jungwon thrusting up to match meet their rhythm.

"Fuck!" Jungwon cursed and gripped y/n hips tighter.

Jake loved the look on Jungwon's and Y/N's face. He grabbed the back of y/n’s head and pushed her down so that her lips met Jungwon's.

"imagine if Jay walked in and saw his precious cousin getting fucked by his bandmates," Jake teased as he thrusted faster.

"Hnngh..." Jungwon moaned loudly and pumped y/n pussy with every thrust.

"How does that feel, Y/N?" Jake whispered hoarsely in Y/N's ear as he slammed himself inside her.

Y/N's eyes widened at the thought but this moment felt to good. Jungwon was the first to cum. He let his load out into y/n, holding her hips down. Jake worked faster, one of his hand going down and made fast circles on her clit. With a cry of ecstasy Y/N orgasmed with him.

Jake slowly pulled out but for Jungwon and y/n, y/n laid on top of him out of exhaustion. Jungwon wrapped his arms round her protectively, his dick still inside her. Jake sorted himself out and chuckled softly at the two in front of him. He then got a text from his phone. It was Jay saying they will be back in fifteen minutes. Jake's smile faded and looked at Jungwon and y/n.

"Jay will be back in fifteen. I suggest you fix yourselves up if you don't want to get caught," he said and walked over to them again, "I'll help. . . It was fun while it lasted though right?" he grinned again and helped Jungwon and y/n clean up.

Fifteen minutes flew by faster than they realized, and suddenly the door swung open. Jay strolled in, flanked by Riki, Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Sunoo. The apartment, once a whirlwind of clandestine passion, had swiftly reverted back to its usual, placid state. On the couch, Jake, Y/N, and Jungwon adopted poses of nonchalance, the TV droning on, unnoticed in the background. Jungwon's arm was casually draped over the couch, just behind Y/N's shoulder, while Jake seemed engrossed in whatever was on his phone.

"Hey, guys!" Jake was the first to break the silence, a touch too enthusiastically.

Jay raised an eyebrow at the trio but smiled, "Hey! Looks like you guys had a chill time."

"Totally," Jake replied, his eyes not leaving his phone, though a smirk played on his lips.

Jungwon chimed in, trying to sound as normal as possible, "Yeah, just relaxed and watched some TV. How was the outing?"

Riki, Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Sunoo shared their own snippets from their outing, the conversation flowing easily among them. After a few moments, Jay turned his attention to Y/N, curiosity laced in his tone.

"Y/N, did you have a good time? Did Jungwon keep you entertained? Hopefully, he didn't bore you to death." Jay grinned and patted Y/N on the head playfully.

Y/N, mustering her best smile, responded, "Oh, Jungwon was... a great host. We had a fun time just hanging out here."

Jungwon offered a sheepish grin, "Yeah, I did my best to be entertaining. I think we managed pretty well, right?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes flicking briefly to Jake before returning to Jay, "Yeah, we had a blast. Thank you for asking."

Jay seemed satisfied with the answer, though a playful glint in his eye suggested he sensed there was more to the story. "Well, I'm just glad to hear everyone had a good time. We should all hang out like this more often."

As the group settled into a comfortable conversation, Jake, Y/N, and Jungwon exchanged discreet looks, a silent agreement to keep the afternoon's escapades their little secret.

#enhypen #enha #fanfic #fanfiction #jungwon enhypen #jake enhypen #enhypen jungwon #enhypen jake #jungwon enha #enha jungwon #jake enha #enha jake #jake x y/n #jake x you #jake x reader #jungwon x female reader #jungwon x y/n #jungwon x you #jungwon x reader #jungwon #Jake #jungwon smut #jake smut #polyamourous #jake x female reader #enha x y/n #enha x you #enha x female reader #enha x reader #enhypen x female reader

[catmansquad]

Waking Up In 2102 (4)

Gods, this is going to be divided into so many parts for how long it is...

Alex glanced at his wrist as the SOS reset back to a prompt, and was replaced with the image of Lyla’s heart-shaped glasses. ‘Will there be doughnuts? I think Miguel is craving doughnuts. Just a hunch. I haven’t been told to subtly suggest them to you or anything. So, yeah, doughnuts…. Ahem. Doughnuts.’ ‘Your subtlety ratio needs adjusting.’ Alex replied with a smirk before he pulled his sleeve back down to hide the bracelet. Doughnuts at his apartment it was, then. 

He did stop off on his way to grab a box of mini-doughnuts, and he’d had time enough to himself to change and clean up from his close encounter and interrogation with a parallel version of the man he loved. Who knew just how many versions of Miguel there were out there? That other one clearly didn’t recognize him, and who knew just how far he would have gone if his Miguel hadn’t arrived? He was chased from his thoughts by the apartment bell going off. ‘Hello?’ ‘Hola, mi vida. ¿Puedo entrar?’ ‘Uh…’ ‘Heh... Can I come in?’ Miguel’s voice was rich with amusement, and Alex couldn’t fight his own smile building on his face. ‘Maybe… If you convince me that you’re not another parallel version of you.’ He heard Miguel chuckle softly from the other side. Alex looked up as Lyla glitched into existence beside him, pulling her glasses down to meet his eyes. ‘Big guy says open up, Al. You can trust me; I’m synchronized between your anchor and his gizmo.’ She gave a sharp salute and fizzled out of existence once again. ‘I would’ve haven taken a confession of your love, Miggy, but sure, send your futuristic PA on your behalf.’ He heard Miguel chuckle again, before quietly buzzing him inside.

Alex reminded himself that Miguel had been in his home several times, yet still his heart was beating rapidly, he was flustered and prone to checking his appearance every few seconds. He felt like he was preparing for his first date with the man all over again. Perhaps he had been even more of a nervous wreck back then, too. He jumped from his thoughts at the knock on his door, and quietly reminded himself that he looked fine, and he was well beyond the first date. Giving himself one last check over in the mirror, he pulled the door open, briefly catching Miguel staring into a holographic screen just above his own bracelet, showing his reflection as he tried to tame his unruly hair before sharply snapping back to a posture of confident relaxation. ‘Hey…’ Miguel’s smirk was cool and collected, a hint of his fangs peeking out. Alex met his smile with his own, stepping back to let the larger man across the threshold. As soon as Alex had shut the door, he had drawn a laugh from Miguel as he latched onto him in a tight hug. ‘We’re just hopeless, aren’t we, Miguel?’ ‘Heh… Well, you might be; acting like you didn’t just see me a little while ago. You’ve seen quite a lot of me today, haven’t you…?’ He chuckled softly again, returning Alex’s hug, strong arms that lifted him clean off his feet and held him there. ‘Urk! Miguel-too-strong!’ Alex spluttered, feeling his ribs creak in protest at the hold that briefly threatened to crush him. It was a not-so-subtle reminder of just how strong Miguel truly was. The man could probably juggle cars, crushing Alex in a bear hug was probably easily achieved. Relief came as those arms relaxed, allowing the smaller man to fill his lungs again, although he still remained with his feet dangling off the ground. ‘Shh… I’ve got you, mi cariño… You got us doughnuts, too? You’re a mind-reader….’ Alex rolled his eyes. ‘Miguel, are you going put me d-down?’ He wheezed as he felt Miguel’s arms squeeze him again briefly, a momentary reminder of just how much he held back. ‘Why would I? If anything, I should just carry you like this all day.’ Alex fixed him with a narrow glare. ‘Well, sure. If you want to carry me, and the doughnuts, straight back to your world, where you know I’ll be “absolutely safe”…’ He let the words linger in the air then yelped and scrambled to wrap his hands around Miguel’s thick neck to stabilize himself as Miguel moved him in his arms with impossible ease; carrying him bridal style. Miguel’s smile was pure confidence, and Alex didn’t realise was being cradled by only one arm until he saw Miguel reach out, the thwip of webbing as he pulled the box of doughnuts into his hand and rested them in Alex’s lap. ‘You’re wearing your bracelet, yes?’ ‘Always, Mig.’ ‘Good.’

Miguel’s world brought with it the relief of clean air. Alex had screwed his eyes shut through the wormhole, clinging tightly to the box in his lap with one hand and Miguel’s body with the other, the arms that held him were stronger than vices. Now, here they were once again; in that shining city of the future of another reality. The doughnuts had probably survived the trip in better condition than he did. ‘You like it here, don’t you?’ At Miguel’s question, Alex smiled, resting his head on Miguel’s shoulder as he took in the sight of the city spread out before him. ‘It’s nice here, Mig. It’s like a utopia…’ He felt Miguel go tense, briefly. ‘… Looks can be deceiving, Alex. We’re in the nice part of Nueva York, and it’s not very big. My work as Spider-Man takes me into downtown more often than not…’ He felt Miguel’s arm come around him, holding him close. ‘Don’t go to downtown, Alex, it’s not safe.’ He heard Miguel swallow and felt the superhero’s arms briefly squeeze him. ‘… Really not safe.’ He finally felt Miguel’s arms release him, and he stepped to the edge of the terrace once more, leaning on the railing and overlooking the city spread out before him.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x oc

[crimsonfacets]

@ebonyxwhispers asked: "Mey Rin." Came a firm, but soft voice from behind the redhead. A voice that said 'I know what you did' but also flavored it in honey distinctive to Sebastian's usual charm, "Would you care to explain what precisely happened in the parlor?" He's already reached his hand up to press to his temple. Eyes closed and a heavy sigh presented in disapproval. Like he already knows the answer. She was trying to get to something. Something slipped and chaos ensued. A tragic tale befitting the young woman. That was his theory, and he'd wager that conclusion was probably accurate. "What ever will I do with you." [ ebonyxwhispers <3 For Mey Rin of course. ]

It was a strange, strange sensation to be both startled and flustered. Had he sounded more annoyed, Mey-Rin might have shot right out of her shoes through the ceiling and hoped she would make way to one of those constellations she overheard the young master and his Lady discussing. But no, Sebastian chose to lacquer his words with saccharine deception and keep her firmly planted here on Earth, making her only jolt and jitter in place like a mouse cornered by a cat; water pail shaking against its metal holdings to the point of vibration.

"S - S - Sebastian!!" Mey-Rin stuttered, turning on her heel quick as a whip and clutching her cleaning tools even tighter for dear life, as if they would keep her safe from a lecture. Oh sudsy bucket, we're really in it now. Her mind mind raced. She had finally gotten herself so pleasantly distracted by her chores that she forgot about that.. and yes, she tried to forget it, get her mind off it. She was intending to return to it eventually with a clear head, she swore! "Well - I - y'see, it started with - I mean - it BEGAN - it was, I, mm!" Now, though, she stammered, trying to catch any sort of fleeing, rational thought outside of babbling that screamed and ran about in her head in sheer panic and escaped her grasp.

Then, Sebastian hit her with the 'What ever will I do with you' and made it all stop; every frantic brain cell stopped and slumped ashamedly in synchronization with Mey-Rin's frame.

SiiIIiIiIIiiIiighHhHhh.

"It was an accident, Sebastian.." Mey-Rin confessed, guilt pouring from every word and breath. "M'glasses, they got funny on me when I was fiixn' up the display cabinet. I couldn't see anythin' properlike. I got the dizzies and I tried to stay still, I really did!" Really, she did! "But I tripped over m'own two feets and.. the plates and the tea set, the cups.. But the little dog statue's okay! I did save that, I did!" She pulled out the little porcelain dog from her pocket, holding it out semi-triumphantly with a crooked smile to the heavily disappointed black butler. "S- See? N- Not everything's broken.."

#(( go easy on her sebastian. >knows he won't. that man knows little mercy. )) #ebonyxwhispers #『 mey rin / ic. 』 ❝ greet the guests with a tidy manor. ❞ #『 blog / asks. 』 ❝ it came from the mailbox. ❞

[madisonfunhouse]

🍫Tickletober - Day 11 & 12

Competition 🎃 Surprise

Scenario: You and your friends are practicing for the high school talent show, which happens to be on the same day as your birthday 🎂 Only there was one thing you were not prepared for...

word count: 1,057 💀🧛🏻

"On the eighth count, swing your leg in front like this and drop down right after." Sarah was the one choreographing the dance for you and 2 others. Everything seemed to be working out - you found the perfect trending song, and 2 of the members were actual dancers who kept up with today's styles. "Alright let's take it from the top!" said Sarah, enthusiasm ringing in her tone. The music begins, including it's own rising beginning that allows for you all to synchronize properly, and only one of you messed up at first. Eventually you all have it figured out, comfortably and confidently, and are well prepared for tomorrow's Talent Show.

"Why do I always think I'm going to mess up as soon as we go up?" whines Joe, the over thinker of the group. "Ahhh just relax Joe, you always think too much." You comforted him, knowing well that you have your own nerves to settle down.

Night had sprung, and all that's left is to make sure everyone gets a great night sleep. In the morning, you made sure to wear your favorite outfit and did your best to look presentable for the show. Luckily, your high school had decided to cut the day short since it was the last week of school, meaning you only had your homeroom class to go to before the Talent Show begins.

Your friends were sitting with you, when suddenly the overhead announcer requests for all participants to head to the auditorium. You all make your way, nerves tingling about, but you got this.

The show begins in 45 minutes. Everyone was given this time to practice, meditate, or make any last minute changes necessary. For the first 10 minutes, you all practiced your routine. Joe kept getting nervous, so you find yourself stopped, turning to face him, and wiggling your fingers in a teasey way. "Joeee-booe, does someone need a little relief from the stress monster?" Joe immediately looked at you with a face of shock and fear, knowing damn well that you're the only person who's ever made him laugh as hard as he has through tickling. "ahahah noooo I mean I'm just nervous, you don't gotta do anything."

"I don't know.." the fourth member says. "I think you could use the serotonin bro."

Joe begins to sit up from the floor he was positioned on, but you got to him faster than he expected. You push him back down so you can straddle his waist, noticing Sarah's attempt to help out, and begin teasing Joe to make him extra flustered.

"Ten minutes left!" a member of the school announces, giving you the perfect amount of time to be such a good friend. You weren't the first act anyways, so you had time.

"Wa-wait! The shows almost on! We don't have tihime for thihis!" Joe states, attempting to block what's coming at all costs.

"It's too lateee. You know you need ittt." you tease, lowering your hands to begin your attack therapy. Sarah and the fourth member grab Joe's hands just as you start tickling Joe's ribs, earning yourself wild laughter right in your face. You already know all of Joe's weak spots, as this wasn't your first rodeo with him. This always seems to work afterwards, regardless of his retaliation. He always looks relieved, you thought, so you knew this was going to help.

"aaaaAAAHHHHAHAHAHA STAAAHAHAAP!!!"

Joe completely lost it just from that one spot. You expertly spider your fingers across his ribcage, remembering how he gets extra loud when you graze your fingers over the 'u' of the bottom of his ribcage.

"OKAAHAHAAY OKAAAAYYYY I'M FIIIHIHINEEEE!!" A total of 3 minutes passed and you slow to a stop, allowing your friend to at least have some time to catch his breath before everything begins.

"Jesus you guys are savages, I'm so getting you back for that. You better be ready, all of you." With a pointed finger, Joe makes his statement but everyone can see it in his face.

He's feeling much better.

The final minutes before the show began consisted of practicing another round, several gulps of water, and sitting in the back amongst all the other contestants waiting to go up. You were the second act, and the first act was already almost finished.

"We got this guys!" You said with a thumbs up, hoping to get some energy flowing in everyone.

The time had come and you were all positioned on the stage in place, mutually linked together through and more ready than ever.

The music starts, and just like always, you make your move knowing exactly what's coming next. The time passes much quicker than you expect, and no one made any mistakes! It couldn't go any smoother.

And with that, the song was over, and so was your time on the stage. The audience seems to have loved it! You feel pretty good about your position in the competition since they were much more responsive than with the first act.

Every act moving forward was good, funny, or just terrible. In the end, the final results were announced and you guy had done it!! You won the talent show!!

You and your friends thanked everyone, but suddenly Sarah announces to everyone to move over to the cafeteria for a special surprise...

What the heck is she talking about? You don't know about any surprise.

Considering your confusion, your friends just grab your arms and pull you towards the cafeteria along with everyone else. Once you get there, they tell you to close your eyes and lead you in.

"Okay, open!! the fourth member says. You open your eyes slowly and begin seeing something that resembles a party set up.

"Happy Birthday!!!" everyone shouts, your mouth drops in surprise and you feel this sudden feeling of warmth.

Your friends planned a surprise party for you after the talent show! How amazing are they, you thought to yourself. You give the biggest hug to all of them and ask, "who wants cake!" You were starving after all. "You guys are the best, thank you so much for this." you thank your friends, and enjoy the rest of your time eating yummy food and having the best birthday ever. 🎂🍨🏆

#tword community #tickle community #ticklish #tk community #tickle fic #tickle story #tickletober 2022 #tickle prompt #tickle prompts #ticklish writing #tickling #ticklish reader #ticklish!reader #tickletober #ticklish ribs #ticklish male

[mgaelach]

Sev/erus vs Dust ||SS x OC||

a/n: I’ll be honest here. I don’t actually know how to write for female x male with sexually suggestive content. I myself don’t tend to think of myself as too feminine when it comes to these things. But alas, I am also not a male, so I have no idea on that end either. I’m quite Ace tbh,, so in reality, none of it really clicks in my head. So now I’m really confused. Oops hehe. This is my first time writing anything suggestively ‘spicy’ for fxm. Now I’m rambling and I’m sorry again.

word count: ~1.8k

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“Come one Severus! In here! Quickly!” She clumsily rushed them both into a supply closet in the dungeons. 

Estelle, the herbology professor and Severus, the potions professor, found themselves trapped in the supply closet, seeking some alone time from nosy students and bumbling professors. The dimly lit space was cluttered with shelves filled with dusty cauldrons, glass phials, weighing scales, and forgotten potions ingredients. 

Estelle smiled wide as she brought both of her hands up to either sides of Severus’ cheeks, holding them softly. She softly caressed his cheeks as he too brought his hands up to her face. They both leaned into a passionate kiss. Moving against each in synchronization, their feelings of lust and love for each swirled in the most magical of ways.

Dust was also swirling around them. The two of them had managed to kick up quite a bit of dust on their hurried entrance. 

A few minutes into their time in the supply closet, the particles of dust in the air began to tickle Severus's sensitive nose, causing him to scrunch his nose in discomfort. He quickly pulled away, sniffling and swiping his fingers under his nose.

Severus's brows furrowed as he fought to stave off the sneezes that threatened to erupt. He clenched his teeth, desperate to maintain their secrecy and not draw attention to their presence. But the more he held back, the stronger the tickling sensation became, and the more insistent his need to sneeze grew.

Estelle, her concern evident in her eyes, took notice of Severus's struggle. She stepped closer, her voice soft and comforting. "Severus, are you alright? Your nose is twitching an awful lot. Like a little bunny!" She giggled softly while booping his nose softly 

Severus nodded with a small whimper, his breath hitching at her little touch to his reddening nose. "The d-dust... It's t-tickling my n-nose," he bashfully confessed, a touch of frustration lacing his words. “Ihihh… I think I may sn-snehh-sneeze.  

“Severus, if you sneeze now, we’ll be discovered!” She whispered warningly. Snape let out another small whimper of discomfort. “Y-yes I know,” He airily replied, scrubbing more intensely at his nose. Estelle’s cheeks were dusted in a deep blush now. She’s never actually mentioned to Severus about her, little… kink. 

Estelle unconsciously reached out and gently placed her slim finger under Severus's nose, providing a distraction from the maddening tickle. Her touch was a soothing balm, momentarily alleviating the need to sneeze. He jumped in surprise at first, but then Severus leaned into her, finding her cool touch to be relieving for the moment.

“I-is that better, S-Severus?” She stuttered out, becoming more and more flustered by the position they were in right now. 

“Ihh-I’m fine. I-hhH’gksh-! N’Gxt-! h’Gktch-! hH-!” Estelle pinched off Severus’ nostrils with two delicate fingers to prevent any more sneezes from escaping. Severus looked into her eyes, mortified that he just sneezed all over her hand. He gasped and brought both of his hands up to cover the lower half of his face. 

“I-I’m so sorry! Oh Merlin, I-Ihhn’Ngxt! need t-to, shh-sneeze againnn-” Severus tried to profusely apologize before his breath caught again. He screwed his eyes shut as he desperately rubbed at his nose with both hands still over his nose and mouth. Estelle gently reached her hands up to his frantic ones. 

“S-Snape, you’ll hurt yourself like that–” She slowly tugged his hands down from his face, revealing a pinkish-red hue on his nose. “H-here, just let me…” She brought Severus into a close embrace and put his face into her shoulder. Estelle could feel his uneven breaths as his nose begged for release. 

“EstehhH-! Estelle, w-what ahhahH… hhH!!... hHHhHeh!! N-no, I couldn’t Estelle thhh-that’s…hhHhhehH–!” Snape tried to protest through hitching breaths.

“Muffle your sneezes into my shoulder. I promise it’s ok. I don’t want you to hurt yourself like that.” She rested one hand on his back and the other one on the back of his head. Snape’s face burned with embarrassment. 

“I-uh-are you sure? I don’t w-want tohhh– to m-make a mhhehHh…hh..hH–!” Snape rubbed his nose onto Estelle’s shoulder, making her own breath hitch, for different reasons however. 

“Sev, it’s alright, just sneeze into my shoulder, quietly though!” She laughed a little bit, in hopes that this would hide her growing arousal. Snape made a small noise of protest, but the prickling tickle in his sinuses completely took hold of him. 

“hH’HMFSHH-! MM’MPHSH-! -mM’FSHh-! –uHhuh’mfschh’fsch’fsch’’sch’sch’sch–!” Sneezes started tumbling over one another, as there was no escape for the allergens. Estelle could feel each jolt of Severus’ body as he sneezed and sneezed. Her breath caught as his sneezes became little rapid ones. 

“mM’Fschu–! m’Fschu’schu’sch’schs’chs’chs’chs! hhHahH…hHh! ehhH’HMPSCHH–! ‘PSCHhu!” Snape just could. Not. Stop. Sneezing.

Oh boy, she prayed to Merlin that he would not notice her thighs tense, her face heating up, or the racing of her heartbeat. She only knew for sure that he could not see the deep red that painted her cheeks. 

“H-How are you holding up, Sev? We should be able to get out of here soon,” Estelle craned her neck to look at the watch on her wrist. “Lunch hour starts in a minute or so. The halls will be void of students and we can finally get you–” She abruptly stopped when she heard two students’ get close to the door. Too close for comfort. 

Severus noticed this as well and brought a hand up to his nose in an attempt to stop the sneezes and pinch any oncoming sneezes into silence. 

“Bloody fucking hell. I should’ve thought of this sooner.” Estelle cursed herself out, “Colloportus.” She murmured before the footsteps got too close. 

“Daisy, I think this is the storage closet Professor Snape keeps the extra cauldrons. Everyone should be at lunch by now let’s– Oh no!” The one student exclaimed.

“W-what is it? …Well!?” The student named Daisy sounded panicked. 

(“Estelle I-I n-nhhHhehh-need to sneeze..hHh so b-bad…hehH–hHih!” Estelle could feel every movement of Snape’s hitching breaths on her figure.)

“It’s locked…” The first student replied. 

(“N-no not yet! The door may be locked, but a sneezing attack from you would alert them right away that someone was in here!” Estelle frantically whispered back.)

“Oh bloody hell! Snape is going to murder me for not having my potions kit ready for class! Maybe I can borrow Harley’s?” Daisy cried with worry. “I can’t believe my brother broke my kit. I’m going to murder him next time I see him! If I get in trouble, I will beat him up…” 

“M-maybe he won’t take away house points?” The first tried to comfort Daisy.

“Oh right, because getting detention for a week or a month will be so much better!” Daisy exclaimed with exasperation clear in her voice. “Let’s just head to lunch… I don’t think…” Their voices faded as the two students quickly hurried away towards the great hall. 

Estelle let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Severus was breathing entirely through his mouth. He hitched with uneven breathing, his fingers still holding his nose shut. They waited for what felt like hours, but was only about 3 minutes long. 

“Sev, you can let go of your nose now. It’s alright.” She whispered. Severus would have sighed in relief had he not been building up for a sneeze attack for the last five minutes. His nose was finally free of the tiny little stifles that did nothing to quell the itch. He wasn’t usually someone to stifle in little rapid fits. If provoked enough, then yes, they would happen. But now, he no longer had to hold back. 

“G-good, b-because hhHahH–! I-I,” Though Estelle knew of the oncoming storm, Severus tried to warn her anyway. 

“hehHH’ESHI’EWW!! hahH’EKKSHIEW–! gK’KSHIEWW–! ESH–SHiew!! EhhH-Estelle..hHihH c-can’t hH’IKSH’ieew–! Can’t s-sthhh-stop hA’AKSHIEW! ahH’SHIEW!! snhh-snee…sneezii’GKSCHIEW! Sneezing!” 

Estelle bit back a moan that she quickly tried to disguise as a cough. She and Sev were still hugging, pressed right up against each other. She didn’t know how much longer she could take this. Though they’ve been friends since their years in Hogwarts, she had never known Snape to get this sneezy from some dust. Okay, to be fair, this was a lot of dust.  Clearly this storage closet hasn’t been touched in a while. 

“hH’IKSH’ieew–! -’GKSCHIEW! ahH’SHIEW!! hEH’SHIEW!! hHG’KSHTT!  IhHG’shiew-! heH’Kshhtt! ehH’ISHH’iew-! Bloody hell, this is t-to… hHhihH!...ehH’ISHH’iew-! hHG’KSHTT! Torturous…”  

Severus scrubbed hard at his nose, willing the tickle to back down. Estelle dragged him out of the storage closet and quickly led him into his office. At least now he was not surrounded by the allergen. 

Once they reached his office, his nose felt worlds better. “Bloody hell, Estelle. Th-hh-that was ehH’ISHH’iew-!...a-awfully t-tickly…n-need to sneeze aga–ahH’SHIEW!!...hhhh…” Severus reached for a handkerchief on his desk and gave his nose a long blow. Sighing afterwards, he discarded it back on to his desk. Estelle just nodded along, trying to will the blush on her cheeks to go away. 

Severus noticed that she hadn’t said anything in a little bit. “Estelle? Are you alright, love? Your face is red…” Estelle’s eyes shot up to his gaze. She stared intensely into his red, teary, allergy attacked eyes. 

“Y-yes! All good, Sev!” She responded, her voice a few pitches higher than she intended. Snape’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, then softened again. 

“You know, love, you cannot hide everything from me. We have known each other far too long for me to not realize it.” He smirked a little as he walked closer towards her. “You think I wouldn’t notice how your heart skipped a beat everytime my breath caught? Or how your thighs clenched when I sneezed? You know, you could have told me… right?”

Estelle could only look away in embarrassment and shame. “I-I’m sorry, Sev. You’re right. I… I-I…like… I’m turned..on.. By your… sn..” She stared even harder at the ground. 

Severus pulled her chin up gently with his hand. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. Do not be ashamed. I still love you very dearly.” He said with a softer voice, still slightly stuffy from the earlier events. She hadn’t realized she was shaking. 

“I can’t even say the word in this context, Sev.” She giggled quietly. “I’ve never told anyone this. I mean it. No one! It’s just such an… odd… turn on.” Again, she averted her eyes from his gaze. 

“Estelle, love, I promise, I will not judge you or shame you for this. Maybe sometime later, we can explore this little interest of yours, hm?” He said while wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer into him. 

“Y-you would be willing to…for me?” She gazed up at him with widened eyes. He nodded, “Of course, love. Anything for you.” She gave a bashful smile and hugged him tight, resting her head on his chest. 

“Thank you, Sev.” She whispered out.

“Always.” Severus whispered back. 

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Well that got fluffier in the end than I intended. I love fluffy endings, so I guess that’s why my brain did that lol. 

#ngaewrites #ngaeSnape #ngaeHP

[durotoswrites]

45 claire/cliff please! i just know they’re the clumsy type 😭

Smooch Prompt #45:

“Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.”

I can't thank you enough on your patience for this! I've had a few ideas bouncing in my head for who knows how long now. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy! ^-^

Cliff had often invited Claire over after their dates at the inn, but there was a deafening silence as they climbed the stairs together.

Claire’s cheeks burned. She could still feel her partner’s warm breath on her ear, leaning in to whisper after they had finished their drinks. “Uh… y’know… Gray is out tonight. We should have a couple hours t-to…”

He never finished his sentence, but she eagerly took his offered hand as he led the way up towards the shared room.

Of course, they had all the privacy they wanted at her farmhouse, but it there was something thrilling about the instant gratification of simply climbing a flight of stairs to spend some time away from Mineral Town’s prying eyes. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking the same thing as he lifted their joined hands to his lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles. Claire squeaked in surprise as she tripped over her own feet, flustered by his actions.

“Careful, now. Are you alright?” His eyes were apologetic.

“I’m fine!” she insisted with a vigorous nod that left her a little dizzy. She wrapped an arm around his waist and was delighted when he did the same as they made their way down the corridor.

He unlocked the door and they tumbled through the door frame together, tripping over Gray’s discarded work boots. Neither of them seemed to be particularly bothered by this, as Cliff caught her and pulled her close, placing a soft kiss on her lips, which she was more than happy to return. They kissed each other’s faces again and again, shedding jackets, bags, and shoes as they collided into a table with an airy chuckle before finally stumbling onto his bed on the far side of the room.

“I’m so glad we met. You’re so special to me, Claire,” he gushed, cupping her cheeks in his hands.

She shyly averted her eyes, but she placed her hand over his heart. “I hope you know I feel the same way about you.”

Their lips met again, and she snaked her arms around his neck, giggling as he leaned into her. They came up for air, and she studied his rosy cheeks, his deep blue eyes glowing with affection. “Would you want… to cuddle?”

She thew herself down on his mattress with a grin, outstretching her arms to him. “Do you even need to ask, honey?”

The pet name caught him off guard, and Cliff nearly fell on top of her as he joined her embrace. Pulling him atop of her, Claire grinned up at him, sneaking another kiss. “I’m so glad I found my person.”

When their lips parted, she noticed how shiny his eyes had become. A couple of tears dropped onto her shirt as he apologized, wiping tears away with the heels of his hands. “I-I’m happy I found mine, too...”

“Hey, hey… it’s alright. Come here.” Claire hugged him tightly, kissing away the remainders of his tears.

They laid together like that in comfortable silence, synchronizing their breathing as they listened to the sounds of the fall crickets and muffled voices downstairs in the bar. There was something so comfortable about sharing a close space, their hearts beating right beside one another.

After all, every minute they shared together was special, be it sharing stories, taking care of one another, or simply soaking in the moment. Closing their eyes, they murmured words of love to one another as they snuggled close.

#smooch prompts #ask box games #ask box replies #anon ask #harvest moon #story of seasons #claire x cliff #cliff x claire #cliff hm #claire hm #mfomt #sos fomt #mineral town #thank you for playing! <3

[starlitfunkster]

And since Dusk became her own thing, I decided the new Pokepasta Sona would look more like.. me.

She was kidnapped, knocked out, was technically dead for a few moments while the kidnapper sewed parts from her grandfathers Espeon and Umbreon.. and then she escaped.

She was not aware that her Pokemon behaviors were not human behaviors, due to having an identity crisis within her head. She would eventually remember her strife, but instead of wanting revenge, she wanted to move on. After all, her grandfather already avenged her 'death'.

Funfacts are below! 18+ ones are under Read More, in case no one wants to read them.

-She is unaware of any Pokemon beyond the Hoenn dex, unless they are Bonsly and Munchlax.

-She knows the following moves: Hypnosis, Return, Crunch, and Toxic. The only reason she could poison people with her fangs is most likely based on Umbreon's dex entries. Absolutely no one is sure how she even learnt Hypnosis.

-Her ability is Synchronize, which both mon's had. If she dislikes the person who's bossing her around, she instead passes on the status ailment she has to her Trainer.

-She can read her fellow Trainers minds, which allows her to anticipate attacks or commands. It helps that Insomnia!Silver normally cannot talk so she's forced to read his mind to know what he wants to say.

-She can see ghosts.. actually, that's a thing she could do even before she was experimented on. Hence why she sees Mike and lays on his lap or chest a lot.

-Due to being half-Pokemon now, she can understand and talk to other Pokemon. She tends to converse with them whenever she is their teammate. Seems to get along with Miki because of this ability.

-She will often act like a cat. Loafing on beds, blepping, sometimes using her psychic powers to pull her fellow Trainers near her to cuddle.. Oh and apparently she has poisonous bites that she can use to force people to cuddle with her longer.

-She has severe abandonment issues, partially due to being left at home for long periods of time. It isn't her grandfathers fault though, sometimes he has to go do something elsewhere.

-She can and will talk about Orre to anyone that asks! She gets excited when people want her to rouse them with a story of her grandfathers adventure!

-Her current OT is marked as Blake. Red wanted to have her, but she growled when he tried to separate her from Blake.

-She's also considered as a team member to Steven (even though he rarely uses her), Gray (who needs to learn how to fight with a Pokemon), Insomnia!Silver (because she has Hypnosis as a move), Glitchy Red (he just likes being around her), and Wally (because she's a pretty good friend of his).

-Dawn also uses her sometimes, but she always needs to be reminded that Ann only knows about things from Gens 1-3.

(18+) -Her heat cycles can get very bad. It's to the point that she actively avoids the others because she does not want to forcefully breed with them. One day she will be able to breed.. one day...

(18+) -She.. has a dick. That's because Umbreon was a male and it just sort of.. happened. She was incredibly flustered when she learnt about that fact.

(18+) -Out of instinct, if she were to ever breed with someone, she'd fuck them doggy style. That's uh.. probably because both her other halves are kinda like dogs (more like foxes, but you know). Also tends to bite the person she breeds with to show that the person is theirs alone.

#the experiment from orre ~ ann #sona sona sona sona so- ~ sona art #aria's art corner ~ art post #your (disturbing) nostalgia ~ pokepastas #(don't say i didn't warn you and told you not to read them) #(that's your fault for your own curiousity) #(yes i mispronounced curiosity and no i will not go back and edit it)

[willowedwisteria]

⁂~To Defeat the Cold, you need Comfort~⁂

Summary -> You handknit sweaters for Genshin Characters!

Note -> I hope this kind of fits with the holiday season? Sweaters and stuff, you know?

Featuring -> Baal/Ei, Albedo, Diluc, Yoimiya

Genre -> Fluff

Albedo

Albedo bows down to you, a nonchalant smile on his face once he turns his head back up to face you. Albedo pulls the hand on his heart back before he took his leave from your teapot.

As the image of his back facing you empties your mind, synchronized steps slowly getting softer and softer the more Albedo walks, realization strikes.

"Wait!" You shout, rushing to his side with a nicely wrapped present in your hands, "Here, it's a present. I almost forgot to give it to you."

Albedo lifts the box away from your grasp, looking up to see this starry-eyed expression on your face. Assuming that you want his reaction to your present, Albedo opens it in front of you to unveil a plain, beige sweater.

"Well...?" You ask the alchemist.

"I appreciate it, your grace." He remarks, closing the box again to bring it back to his laboratory.

You pout, almost unsatisfied with such a... boring reaction to your hard work. You handknitted that sweater! You couldn't even remember the pile of failures that you had to throw out.

Albedo, being the observant person he is, noticed your undoubtedly discontent response to his answer. He faltered a bit before speaking again.

"I'll be sure to wear it often, I should at least promise you that much. You can visit me more often to see it for yourself if that is what you want to do."

You smirk, your hands landing on your lips. "That's a much better answer!"

You could be sure to expect it, the next time you visited the alchemist, he was wearing the same beige sweater you knitted.

Albedo wasn't even afraid of wearing it around others, he would walk into the streets of Mondstadt in that same sweater. He would wear it very often. What reason was there not to wear it?

Baal

"Baal! Baal!"

Baal exits the room she quietly resided in after hearing your calls. Your 'frantic' and non-stop calls of her name means that you have to be in some sort of trouble, right?

In her delusional state of panic for your wellbeing, Baal couldn't distinguish or register that sound of enthusiasm in your voice, rushing through the hallways as a result.

With every call of her name rolling off of your tongue, her anxiety grows as she reaches the room you were in, slamming the door open and panting.

"Baal! You're finally here!" You comment.

Relief overcomes her as she asks you between gasps for fresh air, leaning on the side of the doorway.

You push yourself up from the ground, walking up to her to reveal the recently handknit purple sweater made for her.

"I made a sweater for you!"

You hold the sweater and push it up against her figure, nodding.

"It looks like it fits you. I really hope it does, otherwise, it'd be a bit troublesome to make another one."

You pull the sweater back before holding it by the very tip of your fingers and raising it up, proud of your work.

Once Baal regains her stamina and composure, she lightly pulls the sweater from your hands, careful not to rip it in any way. She's almost treating it as if it's glass.

She stares at it, dumbfounded at how she could feel so much euphoria through just something as simple as a sweater. Baal reels it closer to her chest, a bit dizzy and flustered.

"Thank you, your grace. The precious time and effort you must have used to make this... I truly am grateful for your kindness."

You shrug it off, insisting that there was nothing to it, reminding her to wear it instead of preserving it like some legendary artifact.

Sadly, Baal wasn't able to pull out Musou no Hitotachi in that sweater. Thus, she uses your sweater as pajamas! Baal might not need sleep, but no one is awake during nighttime, so she has no need to use the Musou no Hitotachi!

Diluc

Diluc's eyes revert from the documents in his hand to the door the moment he hears someone knocking on the door to his study.

"Come in."

The door slowly swings open to reveal a maid holding a package. She walks in before placing the package on a table. "You have received a package from their excellency, Master Diluc."

The maid bows and Diluc nods. She excuses herself from the room and shuts the door behind her.

Diluc places the documents down onto the table, ignoring the work due. His eyes light up with excitement for the first time in forever as he opens the package.

A properly folded black sweater laid in the package, a note on top of it, signed by none other than you.

'Hey Diluc!

I've heard that Venti has been getting sick. I thought that he might not be able to control the wind properly, so I wanted to give you this handknit sweater, which I knitted myself, in case it gets chilly over in the Dawn Winery! I hope you don't mind!

From, Your Creator!"

Diluc's eyes narrow as a smile appears on the bartender's face. He's thankful that you're thinking of him and his well-being. Diluc places the note aside, grabbing the sweater to try it on.

He takes a brief look at himself in the mirror, satisfied with how comfortable he feels in it, even a bit awe-struck at how he looks in it as he chuckles softly.

Diluc quickly snaps out of his trance, shaking his head a bit as he returns to the note on his table, smiling at it once more as an idea pops up in his mind.

A few weeks pass and one day, a package arrives at your doorstep. Inside of it was another sweater and a photo of Diluc trying his best to knit, secretly taken by most likely Adelinde. A note was also placed inside.

"Greetings Your Grace,

I'm very happy with the sweater you have gifted me, I like it. I hope you wouldn't mind me giving you a sweater as well, I felt the need to return the favor.

From, Diluc."

Yoimiya

You sit next to Yoimiya, knitting sweaters for the kids around the city. It has been getting a bit cold in the past few days, so you decided to knit a few sweaters for Yoimiya.

"We've finished quite a bit!" Yoimiya chirps at you.

"Yeah!" You chuckle at her, "I couldn't have done this without your help. There's no way I'd finish so many without you."

Yoimiya laughs alongside you, as she turns her head back to focus on knitting the sweater again. The sweaters were small since it was for kids, so it didn't take much time.

"I wonder why it's getting kind of cold around Inazuma. I mean, it doesn't snow here."

"It snows in other places? Snow actually exists?!"

"Oh, right! You don't know, you've stayed in Inazuma for who knows how long."

"Now come on, tell me! Tell me!"

"Okay okay! It's white..."

"I know that already from the children's books!"

As time passes by and the both of you finish the grueling task of knitting so many sweaters non-stop, the both of you take a sigh of relief, as if a weight has been lifted off of your back.

Yoimiya picks herself up from the chair, gathering all of the sweaters around to give them out to the children.

You look up at her and call out her name, telling her to wait for a moment as you pull out another sweater that didn't seem like it was meant for the children.

"It's for you!" You happily exclaim to her. You were about to give her the sweater when you noticed how full her hands were carrying all the other presents for the kids.

You assist her in putting it back into another corner before giving her the gift. The moment you passed it to her, she rushed off to try it on and came back in it, happy with her look.

You complimented her, nodding at her as she thanked you for everything. Your care for the kids and decision to take your valuable time and effort to knit clothes for them really meant a lot to her, you even took the time to make her a sweater as well.

"It was no problem!" You say, bending down to stuff the pile of sweaters into a big bag, "Now, we need to give them out! Mind lending me a hand?"

Yoimiya shakes her head, rushing to your side to help you out.

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[nameless-shrimp]

THE FIRST TIME (NSFW) || OSAMU DAZAI

PAIRING: Osamu Dazai x F!Reader (she/her)

TYPE: one-shot

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

WARNINGS: NSFW, virgin! reader, swearing, Dazai's suicide references, scars and mentions of suicide attempts, grammar errors

AUTHOR'S NOTE: oh yay. a nsfw post. finally. this was HELLA long, you guys. and i found myself enjoying this. this is related to my first ever dazai one-shot fic "mysteries" and the link is below. i highly recommend you reading that first before reading this. but you don't have to if you don't want to. it'd just be more touching and it'll make more sense once you've read that.

✰ RELATED TO: MYSTERIES || OSAMU DAZAI x F!Reader

BUNGO STRAY DOGS STORY SERIES MASTERLIST

Something about Osamu Dazai made you feel certain ways more than anyone else could’ve. And you knew that he had his ways with his charming words and the way that he’d tease you to get you annoyed at his presence yet you were so in love with him, you couldn’t get frustrated with him forever.

But he was a mystery, indeed, and he kept himself hidden from you for so long. So long enough for you to blurt out that you wanted him to open up to you just a little bit and you wanted to have him spill out something about himself because you knew he had been hiding so much of his life from you for so long.

And you didn’t know you ended up here, with your gaze piercing into him. Both of you stared at each other, unsure of what to do next and you felt his hands on your own, having him eye you cautiously and carefully.

His hands felt so warm to your skin and you took in a few breaths, hoping to calm yourself down as he did the same with you, maybe in hopes of calming himself down as well. “Y/N,” Dazai spoke your name and you looked at him, where his eyes were filled with adoration and a hint of happiness even beamed in the highlight of the hazel hues.

“Dazai,” you responded with his name.

“I want to kiss you.”

Your eyes widened, but you didn’t choose a time to react. Within instinct, you flung yourself onto him, and there weren’t a lot of words that needed to be spoken right then and there. All at once, the usual scent of his cologne lingered around your nose as usual, but this time, you could only feel the synchronization of your lips along with his, and finally, you were able to be in time with the connection that you shared with him; he felt the same way, he had to—otherwise, he wouldn’t have done any of this.

For some reason, the scent of his cologne was stronger than it was before. Your palms made their way to his heated cheeks as you felt him tug on your bottom lip, clearly, he was asking for your permission to enter, and you obliged.

The palm of his hands went from your waist and he trailed his fingers further down your waist and you opened your mouth as his tongue darted further deep into your mouth.

You sighed, parting your lips from his and you could see that your hand was gripping on his tousled hair and Dazai was looking at you with his lips partly open. You were slowly breathing in deeply, trying to catch your breath as he did the same.

“Y/N,” he looked at you as you put your hand down from your hair.

You gulped at him. “Yeah?”

“I want you.”

“Ah—” you felt your cheeks flush into a warm abyss. You felt heat creep its way up to your neck and you covered your face, unsure how to respond to his sudden comment. He chuckled at your flustered reaction and you felt his palm on your cheek as he rubbed his thumb on your flushed skin. “Sorry. I didn’t know how to react—to, uh—”

“S’okay, my belladonna,” his voice slurred, and you noticed that his hazel eyes had gotten a bit darker. “It has been a weird night. We don’t have to do any—”

“I want to!” You interrupted him.

Dazai’s voice chuckled deeply as he pulled your face closer to his and you felt yourself get warmer with each second that passed. He rested his forehead against yours; you could feel his heartbeat quicken as you placed a palm on his chest and his lips remained parted as he looked at you with those darkening eyes—almost as if they were in a pool of consistent need and want.

“I like you a lot,” he whispered, closing his eyes finally.

You sighed, placing a hand on his palm that rested on your cheek. “I like you a lot too, Dazai.”

“We really don’t—”

“It’s not that, I want to, but—” you gulped and then leaned back, turning away from him. He raised his eyebrows at you but he kept a smile on his lips; he had that gentle, comforting stare as he rubbed his palms on your waist soothingly. It was hard to respond to him when he looked like that—when he wasn’t in his own thoughts of mysteries, and instead, his eyes were focused on you.

“But what, love?” He kept that smile as he played with your hair.

Your eyes widened as you ignored the soft pet name and you turned away. “I—I’m, uh…”

“I’m here, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his response and you let out a deep sigh. “I’m a virgin.”

There was dead silence between the both of you before you decided to cover your eyes in embarrassment; there was nothing to be embarrassed about—except when it came to admitting to the person you have fallen so deeply in love with about your virginity, no, not that, really—and before you knew it, you felt his hands move to your own and he exposed his gaze to you after you took a moment to hide yourself.

Dazai sent a genuine smile your way and then placed his lips on yours. You felt him put your hands down and he threw his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him as your legs were slightly spread apart and you felt the cologne tickle your nose once more; that heavenly scent that allowed you to get lost as you both opened your mouths open for each other and then it became a lot stronger, harder, and passionate with every second that flew by.

No words were shared except actions had only been spoken; with the palms on his hands gripping your waist as he tapped his fingers to signal you that he was going to grasp your behind and once he did, you pulled back slightly and continued to catch your breath.

“Too much?” He questioned, raising a brow before leaning in closer to your lips and he whispered, “I’m sorry. You’re just too cute for me not to do that.”

“It’s just—” you bit your bottom lip.

“Don’t bite your lip like that,” Dazai commented as he pulled you closer to him; you were getting used to the scent of the cologne at this point. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“I have never done anything before so I don’t—I’m not sure what to do.”

“There’s nothing to worry about, love,” he smiled and rested his forehead against yours. “I will take care of you.”

And you knew that Osamu Dazai was true to his words, despite him hiding so many from you. He engulfed you in his arms before you two came in contact with passionate and deep kisses, and you felt him harden underneath you as he tightened his grasp on you. You didn’t know how to fully work through these emotions; these powerful feelings of want, and he decided to pick you up right there to take you to your bedroom.

At first, he laid you down on the bed and then bit onto your neck lightly, causing you to squirm and gently gasp from his touch before he decided to trail his hands down your body as he tugged on the bottom of your shirt.

He retracted and then looked at you; you didn’t expect him to look so gorgeous from the moonlight peeking through the windows and ruffled curtains, but he did. “I think this is in the way, belladonna,” he chuckled to himself and you nodded, confirming that he was able to slip off the cloth on your skin.

When he did, his breath hitched for a moment before he placed his lips on your collarbone and then nibbled on your skin. You closed your eyes, not used to this sudden touch but you consistently craved for him to keep going—and he trailed his kisses down above the hem of your bra; tickling with the fabric with his fingers as he placed a kiss above your breasts.

“You’re more beautiful than I thought,” Dazai complimented you, hair tousled all over his face as usual and his fingers went down to the hem of your pants. “And is this okay?”

“More than okay,” you responded, covering your chest shyly.

He noticed your action as he pulled down your pants quickly and Dazai threw his hands to unbuckle his belt as he chuckled at your blushed state as you continued to cover your chest. “You don’t have to hide, love,” he noted, pulling his black pants down and then he leaned in closer to you. “You look beautiful to me, fuck, you really do.”

You didn’t say anything, and he placed his lips on yours again. He slowly unbuttoned his black blazer and then all that was left were nothing but his underwear and the white buttoned top that was hiding beneath the black clothing.

“Tell me when to stop,” he demanded, kissing your neck once more as he grinded into you, having you nearly gasp at the touch of his hardened member met with the heat between your legs. “If you’re uncomfortable, I can stop at any time, love.”

“You keep calling me that,” you noted as you hissed at his teeth grazing your collarbone as Dazai inched himself further down.

“Well, of course, I like you,” he chuckled deeply against your collarbone before kissing the skin. “A lot—and this is how I feel about you. I always have, belladonna.”

His hands gently grasped onto your breasts and you sighed from his touch. You usually felt his hands close to you when it came to hugs and simple high-fives, but this was different. Euphoric. And when he tightened his grip on you, you closed your eyes, letting out soft breaths, calming your beating heart as you felt his teeth nibble on the skin of your collarbone.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he complimented you before easing down to plant kisses around your breasts. “Any chance I can get rid of this piece of clothing? It’s kind of in the way.” He chuckled deeply, toying with the straps of your bra.

“Ah, I—” you gulped, sudden nervousness easing into your tone of voice.

Dazai took note of this and he lunged in, kissing you hard where both of your lips were synchronized in a gentle rhythm. He gently picked you up from the bed to ease your head to rest on the pillows. ‘Comfy,’ you thought, being swallowed by the whites of the pillow sheets.

He departed from your lips before placing a kiss on your cheek and then inched closer to your ear, continuing to fiddle with one of the straps of your bra. “You’re beautiful, Y/N; everything about you is gorgeous. I am in—” he stopped himself for a moment before letting out a breath. You eyed him curiously. “—I really like you.”

“Were you about to say something else?” You raised your eyebrows.

He hummed, not wanting to respond to that question. And you could see the adoration glow in the golden hues of his eyes. Gentle and pure; the way he had always been with you, but this was different. And exposing your skin to him, you only giggled lightly as you tugged on his white button-up, teasing him that he had to give up his top first before he could unstrap the bra that was hiding your upper chest from him.

“Alright, alright,” Dazai laughed, waving a hand before he untied his black tie, tossing it off to the side with the remainder of the other clothes blanketing the floor. He unbuttoned his top quickly, and soon, it was discarded to the other batch of clothes.

He kept himself hovered over you, tousled brown hair sticking to his face; he was already sweating, clearly in dire need of release and it seemed as if he was bottling up so much damn emotion and you knew he liked you back—he definitely did; light breaths, the way he reached in to kiss your neck gently, the murmurs that he’d whisper of how beautiful you looked.

“So gorgeous, love,” he whispered, nibbling on your ear as you arched your back gently. You felt his fingers trail on your back, grabbing onto the back of your bra. “Let me see all of you.”

“O-Okay,” you let out a stuttered breath. “Are you sure you’re going to like what you see?”

“Hmm,” he hummed sweetly, kissing your cheek as you felt your bra loosen while he hovered over you. Dazai looked at you with those gentle gleaming eyes. “What makes you think I won’t find you more gorgeous when you’re naked?”

Your cheeks flushed from his words. He smirked at this. ‘Asshole,’ you thought, you knew he was making you feel certain ways in words that you couldn’t even comprehend. “You’re making me flustered,” you shook your head. “Stop that.”

“With you looking like that…” he trailed a finger along your jaw before he lifted your chin up to make strong eye contact with his lustful, divine eyes. “I could never.”

“You’re going to be hot with all those bandages,” you pointed out, delicately moving your fingers along the layers that were all over his chest, neck, wrists, and—wow, you never thought that he’d cover so much of himself like this.

“Are we going to have sex or have small talk?” Dazai raised an eyebrow. You raised a hand to smack him and he playfully flinched away, pleading for mercy. “Ah, my dear, please; I’m quite fragile, so don’t hit me too hard.”

“Why you—”

He grabbed onto your wrist, pulling you down further into the bed with a smile growing on his face. “I trust you with my life,” he whispered, his smile suddenly vanishing into a serious look. You kept your lips parted. “You mean so much to me, Y/N. So, so much.”

“Then why are you leaving?” You asked, not wanting to let your lips quiver from the question.

“I have to,” Dazai whispered closer to your lips. “I don’t want to, but it’s what’s best.”

“You can’t just take my virginity away tonight and leave.”

“I don’t want to come off as an asshole,” he chuckled, shaking his head, part of his hair was tickling your face at this point. “But it’s best for me, and for you. One day you’ll understand. And you will understand why I left.”

“I kind of already do,” you said, parting some of his chocolate hair back. “I won’t fight against what you want to do. You have your own life, Dazai; choose whatever path you believe is right.”

He looked at you in awe. So much kindness was swimming in your eyes, and Dazai noticed the watering eyes all at once as well. He closed his eyes, lost in his own thoughts—watching you care for his state was a gentle nature for him, and you didn’t argue against his own choices, no matter what; he leaned in to kiss you, not wanting to hesitate on the very moment that he was sharing with you.

Moonlight danced along the dark, midnight sky, and it kissed both of your bodies altogether. You kissed him for a while, lips moving along with each other perfectly and desperately, and you felt him bite on your bottom lip, where you allowed him to freely intertwine his tongue with yours.

You felt him slowly remove your bra, allowing you to move your adjusting hands to move through the straps and he threw it to the floor; another piece of clothing to the collection. Dazai didn’t hesitate to move down to your breasts, planting a kiss after a kiss after one another—sloppy yet tender all at once, and he began sucking on your breasts, allowing you to arch your back against the sudden, overwhelming feeling that soared throughout your body.

“Oh my God,” you nearly cried out, not used to the euphoric sensations that your body felt and his hands grasp on your hips. Without hesitation, you noticed his fingers tickle down to your waist, toying with the hem of your panties and then he quickly pulled them down.

‘Christ,’ you thought. ‘When did you learn how to make a woman feel so good?’ And that was when he continued to flick his tongue on your breasts, making you groan underneath him and your fingers made their way to his ruffled hair.

“A—Ah, I’m sensitive, Dazai!” You exclaimed, a smirk growing on his lips as he lifted himself up to place a kiss on your lips. You heaved out breaths, looking down to still see that one of his hands was still messing with your panties.

“I noticed, belladonna,” he chuckled raspily against your lips. “You’re so cute.”

“I just—my God,” you gritted your teeth, feeling overwhelmed with the feelings already and you turned away from him.

Your eyes looked at the hand that was pushed against the bed, and Dazai’s bandages were usually wrapped tightly around his wrist. However, it was gently loosening, and you kept your gaze at the white layer slowly loosening its grip on his scarred skin.

He noted your gaze at his wrist and then sighed, keeping that smile on his lips, and then he sat up. You looked back at him, raising a brow in confusion as he removed his touch from your panties and then he held up his wrist with the loosened bandages.

“Curious, aren’t you?” Dazai asked; nervousness was shown in his tone. He was never like this—ever and you lifted your figure up with your elbows dug into the bed. He gulped for a moment before curling a finger into a loose layer of the bandage.

And within seconds, you placed a palm on his hands, catching him off guard. “You don’t have to show me anything that you’re not comfortable showing me,” you said to him, hoping that he’d get the message immediately. “Please. I just—”

“You were just wanting me to have him open up to you more, weren’t you?” Dazai tilted his head. His playful tone was rising, and you felt your eyes twitch at his response. “If I recall, Y/N, you were upset I never talk to you about anything about myself and I always keep myself hidden from—”

“Okay, but—” you shook your head. “If this is too much, then don’t do it. Don’t force yourself to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“If you’re going to show all of yourself to me—” he said, flicking his finger up to remove the loosened bandages, and the moonlight peeked in enough to show the large ray of marked scars all over his wrist; some burnt marks were scattered on his skin and as you widened your eyes at the image, Dazai could only chuckle, “—then allow me to do the same, love.”

“Dazai, I—”

“Onto the next one,” Dazai said, a smile still on his lips but his eyes looked hollow. Empty. You weren’t sure if he was anxious to show you his scars but it seemed as if so and you kept your gaze on him, where he removed the bandages on his other wrist, then the bandages drifted to the floor.

He held out his wrists to you, lips pursed in hesitation as you eyed every scar that was tattooing his skin. “Were these…” you were afraid to ask.

He knew what you meant, though. “Suicide attempts?” He laughed at his response. Of course, he did. “Perhaps I may have gone a bit too far.”

“Dazai, no—”

“I almost forgot,” Dazai held his hands up to the bandages blanketing his chest, and slowly, second by second, he carefully removed the bandages that hid the trauma underneath all of the layers that he wore, and he exposed the marks all over his neck and the bits of discolored and scratched skin around his chest.

He tossed the bandages to the side. At this point, the floor was scattered with layers. “Dazai, I…”

“I wonder, Y/N,” Dazai sighed deeply, keeping a forced smile on his lips as he turned his head down. “I wonder why you have feelings for someone like me. I’m not a good person. Nor do I have a reason to keep living.”

“Do—don’t say that!” You exclaimed, placing your hands gently on his wrists and you pulled him close, catching him off guard. You weren’t sure if this was the right thing to do, but you did it anyway; kisses along the large scars around his neck as you peppered them to his collarbone and then slowly inching to his wrists, marking your kisses after one another to the scars that seemed to haunt him yet he didn’t mind it at the same time.

“Y/N—”

“Don’t talk,” you continued to kiss his wrists, feeling his hair flutter along your forehead. “You’re beautiful and amazing, Dazai. I believe you deserve to be here.”

“Love, I—”

“No matter what, you’re perfect to me,” you said, continuing to caress his skin with your lips. You hoped that he’d find comfort with your affection, showering him with the devotion that he deserved, caring for each scar since one held its own story. To Dazai—the first man you fell in love with. The first man that made you feel emotions that you couldn’t describe to anyone else.

For a brief moment, you rested your lips against his wrist, and silence filled the room. Ambient noise danced along the both of you; wind chiming from the outside and the stars were on both of you.

Dazai sat up, pulling you close to him as a gentle smile grew on his lips while he placed a palm on your cheek, shushing you as you tried to whisper that he was perfect to you regardless of how many scars have traumatized his skin. And he placed his head on your shoulders, completely head over heels with his thoughts—and you hugged him tightly, feeling his grip tighten on you.

“I—” Dazai stopped himself from speaking for a moment before he sighed. “I am very lucky to have met you, Y/N. I wouldn’t want to have grown feelings for anyone else.”

“You’re really gonna make me cry, you know that?” You playfully smacked his head and he laughed loudly; so real and beautiful.

“Sorry baby, let me just have my moment here.”

“You have the nerve to call me that,” you wanted to smack him again as a joke but you felt his grip get tighter on you. “Dazai.”

“Baby.”

“Alright,” you shook your head, pulling away from him and he grinned cheekily at you. “We’re not even together, yet you’re calling me all these pet names. What gives?”

“Hmm,” Dazai rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at you. “What? You’re telling me you don’t like it when I call you that?”

“I do, but—”

“A-huh,” Dazai raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips before he kissed your lips deeply. Once he departed, he kept his brown eyes on you, admiring every bit of your figure to him. “You’re beautiful, belladonna, you always have been gorgeous to me.”

“You’re just as beautiful, Dazai,” you responded, playing with his hair. “Please remember that.”

“Your opinion is wrong, but I’ll remember it because you said it.”

You shook your head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

He inched his lips closer to you, smiling heavenly as you noticed the tint of happiness glow in his eyes. “Y/N, I can say the same for you…”

“You’re close to me.”

“Oh?” His eyes were going to be the death of you one day along with that smirk resting on his face; clear as day, you noticed that he was lost in his feelings for you, completely derailed by the fact that he exposed most of his scars to you and he pushed himself onto you. You landed deep into the bed again, head meeting the pillow and his lips were pressed onto yours—hard yet so lovingly all at once.

Dazai quickly spread your legs apart for a moment before he grinded his hard erection into your growing heat and he intertwined your fingers with his own, where you both held hands while he kept kissing you. Each kiss was filled with desperation and want, and you knew he wanted this but God, so did you.

“I want you,” he said after he broke the kiss, both of your breaths heaving out desperately and saliva was drenching both of your mouths.

Dazai let his fingers down to your thighs before he slowly put his fingers close to your growing heat, and then he made contact with your clit, causing you to hiss out a breath and he grinned at your sudden reaction.

“That’s sexy,” he commented before moving his fingers to rub your clit and you felt your body shake at the touch of his fingers, and he noticed that you were getting wet just by the circular movements.

He looked at you for permission and you nodded, biting your lip as you turned away, hiding your flushed face in the pillows as he inserted a finger into you, causing you to feel yourself open up for him only slightly and once Dazai glanced back at you to make sure you were okay, you continue to nod.

Because that was all you could really do, and he picked up his pace with his finger in you, thrusting in and out and he could only smirk at the sound of your wetness growing on one finger and without even asking, he had confidence growing within him. Dazai inserted another finger in you, making you arch your back at the sudden insertion and you almost choked on your breath.

He kept a palm on your chest as you tried to keep yourself from moving too much from his touch. Dazai chuckled, watching your movement as he continued to pump his fingers in and out; your wetness continued to grow and the noise filled the quiet room. “You’re beautiful,” he complimented you. “So sexy, God.”

Without warning, you felt your legs shake but—at one moment, he removed his fingers from you, and then your eyes shot up at him. “Wha—”

“Hold on, love,” Dazai said, quickly pulling your panties off, and then you felt him get off the bed. He pulled on your ankles closer to him and you noticed that half of your body was off the bed and he threw your legs over his shoulders. You looked up, he was kneeling down to keep his eyes gazed at the wetness between your legs. With that look of hunger on his face, you turned away shyly. ‘Oh God.’

He kissed your thighs gently, murmuring that you were safe with him, and then with one flick on his tongue on your clit, you gasped out loud; these sensitive feelings were too new to you and you weren’t used to this.

However, your reaction made him want to keep going, and then he inched himself in, tongue darting all over your clit before he made his way into you, and the way that he moved his mouth on you like this made you feel such excited and gleeful emotions that made you feel as if all the stress was suddenly falling off your shoulders.

Because with the way he moved his tongue in you, hand intertwined with yours and one other hand gripping your hip, you continued to let out soft moans that slowly grew into louder ones that praised him just by the sound escaping your lips. And you felt your core shake, heat up—your legs were trembling, and you felt something boiling up inside you.

“Cum for me, baby,” he spoke against your thighs, continuing to kiss them as he inserted his fingers into you, thrusting them quickly so that you’d reach your high quickly and you wanted to hold back for some reason yet you didn’t want to because this man was making you feel this way and Dazai was the first person you’ve ever shared these intimate moments with.

You slowly came, heaving out breaths as a stuttered moan filled the room, and you felt him shift near the bed and Dazai pushed you further into the bed just so he could make his way on the bed. After your first orgasm, you sighed deeply and you noticed he took his underwear off and your face heated up at the sight of his erection resting in his hand.

“What?” Dazai chuckled, tilting his head. “Am I too sma—”

“No, no, no!” You retorted, waving your hands around and what was this man doing to you? “I just—I’ve never—”

“I know, love, I’m just teasing,” he chuckled, pushing your legs slightly farther apart from each other as you closed your eyes, unsure of when he was going to insert himself into you but he noticed that you flinched back slightly. He knew you were scared, nervous, worried, and he leaned in, kissing you gently before he pulled back and sent a comforting smile. “It’s okay, baby. It’ll feel good.”

“O-Okay,” you gulped.

“Let me know when you want me to stop, okay?”

And you closed your eyes, bracing for the moment, and you felt his cock rub your clit, making you bite your lip at the touch. Then he inserted himself into you, your walls opening up to him as he slowly pushed himself into you, trying his best not to hurt you—though you couldn’t lie to yourself, the raspy moan that left his lips once he inserted himself into you was unbelievably sexy and you coughed out a groan.

“Are you okay?” Dazai asked, letting out a soft moan as you nodded and he pushed himself further into you. “Agh, baby, you’re so tight.”

You were breathless already, giving your virginity to the man in front of you and Dazai chuckled, intertwining his fingers with yours and he held your hand up to his lips, kissing your fingers carefully. He felt himself fill you up in all the way, your walls tight and clenched around him and he leaned down, kissing you before resting his forehead against yours.

He didn’t say anything but you only nodded, which signaled him to keep moving, and so he slowly thrusted out, and it hurt a little bit but soon, after thrust in and out, as gentle as he could be with your fragile body in his arms, it felt good. Too good.

You let out a moan when he thrusted in a bit too fast but he took this as a note to go faster, and soon, Dazai kept pushing in and out of you, your wetness all over his cock, and he bit his bottom lip, letting out exasperated moans.

“Fuck, oh my God,” he moaned, keeping himself hovered over you before he buried his face into your neck and you threw your hands over his shoulders. You began to bite on his collarbones as he did the same to your shoulders, barely muttering out an “oh my God, you’re so damn tight—fuck—you feel so good.”

“Da—Dazai,” you moaned.

You spread your legs out more for him and he continued to pick up the pace, and he let out grunts after he kept thrusting into you. “Baby, agh—just like that,” he moaned into your ear, and you gripped onto him, scratching his back in the process.

“Osamu!”

“Again,” he gritted his teeth, pushing a hard thrust into you as you let out a loud moan. He slowly pulled himself up, throwing a hand to your breast as one was resting on your palm. “Again, say that again.”

“Osamu!”

“You’re beautiful,” Dazai panted out, continuing to thrust into you as your moans began to grow in the room. And God did he look sexy like this, hovering over you with his grip so tight on you just as you were so tight around him. “So, so beautiful, belladonna; you’re gorgeous like this.”

“I—I’m going to—”

“Hold on, baby,” Dazai grunted, continuing to push further into you as you let out breathless moans; it was music to his ears and sweat was noticeable on his forehead, where his hair stuck to his face. “I’m so close.”

“Osamu, please, I need to—”

“Cum, love,” he said, and then you nodded quickly, allowing yourself to release and you came underneath him from his last thrust into you; you felt his cock twitch from your orgasm.

“Oh God—”

“I’m going to cum, baby,” Dazai exclaimed before he pulled out of you quickly, touching himself in the process as he came all over your breasts and you covered your flushed face at the liquid hitting your skin; he groaned at his own release and then tilted his head down, heaving out breaths.

You kept on catching your breath, covering your flushed face with your hands and your hair was sprawled all over the pillow. You felt his hands on your own and he made you take a look at him; a sweaty face with ruffled brown hair all over the place, blush all over his cheeks, and his mouth was panting for breaths. He leaned in to kiss you and then he departed to kiss your forehead soothingly.

“I’m gonna borrow a towel to clean you up,” he said. You nodded, and he was smirking at his cum on your breasts before he made his way to the bathroom.

After catching your breath, you felt yourself warm up at the sudden realization that holy shit, you just gave your virginity to Osamu Dazai and it felt amazing. You chuckled at yourself, continuing to cover your face until you were alerted with a damp towel on your chest and a shirtless—plus still naked—Dazai next to you.

You stared at him oddly and he took note of that. “What?” He laughed. “I can’t clean you up?”

“No, no, you can, it’s just—” you bit your lip. “Did we really just—”

“Have sex? Yes, love.”

“Did you—did you—”

He cut you off with a kiss on your lips, palm on your cheek and he smiled at you delicately. “I did not like it. I loved it.” Dazai responded, taking the damp towel and then returning to the bathroom with it.

You heard the sink running from the bathroom and you sighed deeply. You looked over the bed to see his crumpled white button-up and you reached over the bed to pick it up and you threw it around you, not bothering to button up the shirt as exhaustion took over you.

Dazai exited the bathroom and he was scratching the back of his head. He took the time to put on his underwear and then he eyed you, under the covers with your face hiding in the pillow below you and he recognized the top that you were wearing.

“My shirt, love?” He laughed, lifting up the covers before you looked up at him. “It looks good on you.”

“Mhm,” you murmured sleepily before he pulled you close to his chest, your cheek resting near his collarbone and exposed scars to which you placed soft kisses on the marks.

You trailed your finger along the scars, feeling your eyes water up at the thought of Dazai leaving and you buried your face further into his skin. “Don’t leave me,” you softly said, hoping that he’d hear those words yet at the same time, you didn’t want him to hear them.

Yet he did. “It’s best for you if I go, at least, for now,” he responded while moving his fingers close to yours and he intertwined his with yours. You both felt complete.

“Dazai, I like you a lot,” you sighed deeply.

“I really like you too,” he kept his head resting on your pillow. He leaned in to kiss your forehead and you tighten your grip with his hand from his touch. “But I need to do this for myself. I have to go away… for a bit.”

“I won’t tell you what you can and can’t do,” you said, fighting back tears once again. “Are you going to forget about me?”

“I could never, my belladonna.”

“Dazai?”

He trailed his fingers on your arm in hopes of comforting you. “Yes?”

“I-I will miss you.”

He didn’t hesitate and he began to leave small kisses on your forehead. “I will miss you more, my belladonna. But please—I will be thinking of you. I’ll find my way to come back to you.”

“Do you promise?”

Dazai pulled you closer to him and you felt his lips on yours; he tasted so bittersweet.

“I promise.”

You didn’t bother looking at him because, for some reason, you believed that he was going to keep his word and that you were putting all of your trust in him. Something about Osamu Dazai was mysterious to you, and you had given all of yourself to him this night, and with his lips on your forehead as he murmured on and on about how special you were to him, you had to believe his words.

He placed another kiss on your lips before you felt your body giving in to exhaustion.

His lips tasted so bittersweet again.

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