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#i did this with my finger so it’s even worse than usual <3
whoslibby · 2 days
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my wonderful bestie gave me this idea <3 || long post + angsty
being a solider in the force had it perks, you got to say you were a solider, you were thanked for everything you did and you got to serve your country. however it was when you got told this mission wasn’t going to be a good one.
you sat at the pre-mission briefing, a clip board in your hand of all the details. price telling the force what were to happen and how it was to happen; he always had everything meticulously planned. you rested your head into your palm. these briefs were long, excruciatingly detailed and exhausting; hearing every possible mistake that could be made and how to avoid it was never a positive of working with the team but you had to suck it up.
you looked around the room, ghost was paying attention, he had to, he was always so aware of what everyone was doing he was probably already planning what each of you would do in tomorrows mission.
soap was paying attention, his fingers flicking the pen between them, he could never truly sit still even after all this time. he had to be doing something he was like an eager puppy waiting for the go sign.
gaz however had his eyes pinned to price, he was always all or nothing. you liked gaz for that aspect with the friendship the two of you formed he was always a hundred percent into it.
this briefing seemed to go on for longer than usual, it was a sucide mission. it hadn't been directly disclosed but it was, it was like the kamikaze. you didn’t really know how to feel about this, you had no choice you were to fight your best and make it out alive even if there was a slim chance that all five of you would.
the mission was tomorrow morning and you knew ghost would be down your throat with every move you made. even if he was somewhat the unofficial boss of you, he made it clear that he didn’t like you around. he made it quite obvious he found you a nuisance and that the force was better off without you.
at first when he’d say these things it got to you; why wouldn’t they. he was horrible, it was in his nature. you got told over and over again to ignore his nit picking but when it went from calling you a nuisance to telling you every little thing you were doing wrong; it had you uneasy around him. always trying to gain some positive attention from him that you never got. you eventually stopped and that’s when it was bitter between you.
you headed to your barrack that night, thinking of the mission ahead. normally you’d never overthink about them like this but how could you not, it was a suicide mission. how could you do this if you didn’t trust one of your teammates.
it took a lot for you to fall asleep that night; and when you finally did, it was harsh, full of nightmares of the past lives that you had seen been taken. this job wasn’t for the faint of heart, it was for the people who could take the pressure; and you could.
waking up the next morning you got dressed and prepared for the day instantly, you had no time to loose. you were on the plane there in almost fourty five minutes.
you took note of everyone’s appearances, everyone knew that today was not a lucky mission. you however stayed strong, you weren’t going to be the one to mess it up, not this time.
getting onto the ground it was worse than anticipated. even ghost looked a little overwhelmed about it all. the five of you began filtering into the buildings and starting your attacks, you had of course been put with ghost he had called you ‘a liability if left alone’.
‘it’s not looking good,’ you tell him, your sniper held up close, you’ve never felt pressure this tremendous before. your heart thumping in your chest, the silence was deathly, anything could pop up right now.
‘I know it’s not sergeant,’ he spits at you, ghost never referred to you as your name, the one time he did it was like he was spitting out poison.
The two of you started running, gaz had got caught in a battle between a few of the opposing, price was shouting through the comms, an anxiety laced throughout his voice.
the two of you got to gaz, he looked just as nervous when you got there. he had a scratch on his leg, getting caught but he managed to get out; it didn’t look good though, black stone and rubble already making it into the wound, the worse it looked.
‘price we need to stand down,’ ghost tells him through the comms feeling pissed that gaz had already been injured like this. it wasn’t as fatal as it could possibly be but it didn’t look good either.
‘fine, get them on the plane,’ price says, his voice a faint buzz in your ear piece.
gaz could barely walk as ghost through him over his shoulder, beginning to jog to the plane with you fatefully behind.
he had got gaz on the plane as you saw the enemy opposing. you pulled your sniper up to defend, you weren’t quick enough.
you woke up in hospital four days later, a gun wound to your thigh, a pain like no other. you opened your eyes looking around the room, cards and flowers from people you never even spoke to before but it must of been fatal at the time. to your left ghost was there. he sat in the chair, head in his hands.
‘what are you doin’ here?’ you mumble your body’s exhaustion hitting you hard.
ghost stood up, walking over to the bed his mask in his hands, looking up at him his face scarred and teary. you had never seen him without the mask. his blonde hair spiky from being in his hands. ‘thought you’d never make it.’
‘well i’m ‘ere,’ you mutter, your leg in agony from the surgery. he lets out a dry chuckle at this.
you were so confused, he hated you more than anything else and yet here he was? ‘you hate me,’ you tell him, ‘and your ‘ere.’
he didn’t really have an excuse on why he hated you, you were everything he wasn’t and that’s why he loved you. even simon himself didn’t know what exactly he felt for you but seeing you always so happy and so full of life. it was something he could never comprehend. but when you were around him he felt like everything felt right and that was something he couldn’t allow himself to feel.
‘I really don’t know,’ he grumbles.
‘is this gonna be a love confession?’ you ask tiredly, it always happened in the movies.
‘thanks you saved me the time,’ he says with the same familiar dry chuckle. simon crouched down to your level. ‘I don’t know why I hated you, because I didn’t. I love you.’
‘you love me?’ shocked wasn’t even the right word to describe how you were feeling.
‘along those lines, what you did out there was brave, and stupid.’ he says with a half smirk.
‘don’t just gloss over it, you love me,’ you say, maybe the drugs they had been pumping into your body during your little coma was kicking in.
‘I do, is that what you wanna hear?’ this was why he fell in love with you.
‘yes,’ you smiled.
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chillielo · 3 months
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Hi can I please ask for Max with prompt 3? I feel like that would be so cute 😭
anytime | mv1
pairing: max verstappen x fem!gf!reader
summary: you have a habit of tugging on people’s shirts to get their attention, but you’re not so sure if max would mind if you did it to him.
warnings: none, it’s all fluff out here.
a/n: this took so long for me to get out there my bad fr
“max-”
you’re interrupted once again by someone else as your attempt to grab your boyfriend’s attention is unsuccessful.
it’s not easy for you to rise above the crowd of people, hungry for just a crumb of max’s time and attention, especially when you’ve always been more of the meek type.
max knows this. and yet, it’s still out of his control.
he’s being pulled in multiple directions. left, right, center- he can’t even tell where you are as he tries to spot your silhouette or straight up attempt to sniff you out by smelling the air for your signature perfume like some kind of hound dog.
there’s a few fans and photographers in your way. their phones and large cameras blocking max’s vision as he loses you.
even though he swore you had been right by him just a second ago.
“y/n?”
you see his back hunching, creating an even worse posture than usual as he tries to peer into the crowd to see if you’re hidden behind someone taller.
his blue eyes scan the many faces of unfamiliar people but he sees you in none of them. you, on the other hand, despite having a half-obscured view of his face from the photographer you’re tailgating, can see the frustration clearly showing itself on max’s brow.
you bite down on your lower lip, feeling a hot flush of embarrassment as you contemplate between rudely pushing past someone or calling out to max saying “i’m here!” like a lost child.
well�� there’s always the third option.
as politely as possible, you squeeze yourself through the bodies in front of you— or at least you try to.
half of your leg and one arm manages to wriggle their way between the small space and it gives you the opportunity to tug at max’s shirt.
you hesitate for a moment but it’s still better than nothing so you pray that max doesn’t immediately smack your hand away when you curl your fingers around the bottom of his red bull shirt and pull gently.
much to your surprise, max whirls around and spots you immediately. his hand flies to his hip to grip your delicate hand, fastening you to himself as if he was afraid of losing you. again.
the crowd parts a little, and your head pokes out. then a little more, and you’re finally returned to your boyfriend.
“i thought i lost you,” max says in a half-whisper as he wraps a firm arm around your waist.
“you almost did,” you joke back as you smoothen the slight wrinkle of his shirt where you had tugged on earlier.
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runa-falls · 3 months
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pairing: jake lockley x shy!reader
summary: you finally gain enough courage to make a move on your best friend
cw: explicit (18+), dub-con (reader is tipsy), afab!reader, dry humping to piv pipeline, fingering, multiple orgasms, longing/pining losers, love (?), push-over!jake, needy!reader, 'just the tip' is never just the tip, alcohol consumption, pet names, daddy kink, creampie, fluff :3 -- not beta-read
wc: 5.1k
a/n: pls, it was never supposed to be this long. i'm sorry for taking FOREVER to write this. anyways, this is based off my blabbering in discord -- i dedicate this to my whores (affectionate) <3
mk masterlist | main masterlist
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You don’t drink. 
At least not in front of Jake. 
Alcohol makes you…indulgent, to say the least, and that’s a side you’ve been holding back from your best friend. 
Yes, you’ve had a drink or two at some group hangouts in the past, but this, you, Jake, and a few bottles of gifted wine, surprisingly has never happened in the past. You’ve made sure of it.
What almost makes it worse is that Jake’s always been a sweetheart about your choices to avoid drinking around him. After your first few bouts of excuses and timid declines, he doesn’t pressure you to keep up with him when he’s knocking back shots or drinking pitchers of beer. 
Whenever your other friends press another drink into your hand, he subtly takes it for you, drinking it in large gulps before returning the glass from your hand. And when he pulls away, his fingers always find a way to graze against yours. Thankfully the bars are usually dimly lit so he can’t see the blush heating at your cheeks. 
He doesn’t realize it’s because of him. He’s the reason bartenders give you weird looks when you ask for watered-down vodka cranberries or why you’re always the last one standing in your friend group whenever you go out. This restraint around alcohol has gone on for years all because you harbor an intense attraction for your best friend. 
It didn’t start that way. He crashed into your quiet life and obliterated the dynamics of your friend group. When you first met him, you thought his cocky and blasé attitude was overcompensating for something.
He’s always been a natural sweet talker, not afraid to approach people and get what he wants, but it seemed too good to be true. He’s too charismatic, too interested in the dull life you live, how did he dig out a hole and place himself so easily in your life?
Easily, too easily, you fell for his sweet words, words that would inevitably draw you into his orbit and leave you hanging off of every syllable. 
You learned that no matter what he says, or does, he’s just being friendly. He’s just like that with everyone. It means nothing when he gives you a cheeky grin from across the bar or when he consistently insists on walking you home at night. Sure, he might stick closer to your side than anyone else's, but it’s just because you’re best friends. Right?
Of course, girls have tried and failed to lock down your best friend, misinterpreting his outgoing personality as him propositioning them. And they always come to you – whining over his lack of interest, the sudden and unexpected rejection of their advances, and grappling for any advice from his girl best friend. 
“He’s single, isn’t he?” The words are said over the thin rim of a martini glass. She glances over at you with hopeful eyes framed by beautifully dark lashes. 
You barely knew the girl’s name, but she offered to buy you a drink (a shirley temple) so you stayed for the conversation, however, you weren’t expecting the topic to circle back to Jake. But after watching her down a couple of martinis, gushing more and more about the man you’ve been pining after for an eon, you felt too bad to leave her. 
“Um…as far as I know.” It’s a little uncomfortable, talking about Jake like you’re his keeper.
“Then – then why won’t he go out – or even hook up with me?” Her voice has gotten louder with the exasperation of her inquiries. You look around at the bar, hoping she can keep it together before you’re kicked out for causing a ruckus. 
“Look, I don’t know if I’m the best –”
“But you’re his best friend, right?”
“Yes, but –”
“What’s his type?”
His type?
God, you wish you knew. It would make things a lot easier for yourself (and the world). But you genuinely don’t know. You’ve never seen him with a girl. Sure, he could be hooking up on the side, but why would he tell you?
You look down at your glass. All that’s left is ice, melting into an amalgam of pink-tinted liquid around the one maraschino cherry you refuse to eat. 
“I don’t know.” You mumble.
You’re already through a bottle and a half, lounging comfortably on the overstuffed couch in your living room. Something is playing on the TV but it’s all a blur behind the feeling of his thigh pressing against yours. 
Jake has never been afraid of showing his affection through physical means, whether it’s greeting ladies with a friendly peck on the cheek or ruffling one of the guy’s hair when he goes by. It’s natural to him. Casual.
But with you, he’s mostly hands-off. 
It’s not that you deign to feel his touch, to feel the scratchiness of his whiskers rub against the edge of your hairline, or lower against the sensitive skin of your throat, you just can’t control your reactions when he does it. Even the light touch of his hand against your lower back when he guides you has you standing straighter. 
He noticed your strong reactions to him and backed off, assuming you were uncomfortable or unused to friendly touches. And it was fine until you would do anything to feel him against you again, just one more time. It’s desperate, really, but you don’t really care when he looks at you with those cocoa-butter eyes. 
And now, he’s closer than ever but still hands-off. He politely sits next to you, one arm slung over the back of the couch and the other in his lap. But not touching you. 
He’s been making commentary about the dumb hallmark movie you impulsively rented, pointing out all the unrealistic plot conveniences and bright red flags that the main character blatantly ignores. He seems relaxed. 
You aren’t.
Two stained wine glasses sit on the coffee table, dangerously close to the edge, still holding a sip of liquid. You can barely make out the intricate print of his lips on the edge of the cup, highlighted by the brightness of the hallmark snow scene. 
You want so badly to steal the glass away and lick up the residual bitter-sweetness of the wine that’s touched his lips. To taste him, even indirectly. Or directly. Lick the sweetness straight from the source, tongue intermingling with him as he takes just as much from you. You feel yourself pulse from that image alone.
“Bunny?” Heat prickles against the back of your neck as you realize how far away your brain is, thinking such filthy and depraved thoughts of the man who is sitting right next to you. 
He dotes on you like a person would their favorite pet cat. He calls you pet names, ones that make you bite your tongue and hide your face in your hands. Bunny was the first one and the one he uses the most. 
It came out of nowhere, really. You were both at a small house party and Jake convinced you to join his team in a game of beer pong. You were still a bit nervous around him, still surprised when he’d seek you out for a conversation or to get your opinion on something entirely irrelevant. 
You told him upfront that your hand-eye coordination leaves much to be desired, but he was determined to teach you. The first few throws were pitiful, so pitiful, in fact, that the other team gave you a freebie to make up for it. 
“Here, lemme give you a hand.” You couldn’t even react before he was sidled behind you, his chest nearly flush against your shoulder as his hand wrapped around your wrist. Your body is frozen, soaking in the overwhelming closeness.
You can barely decipher the individual cups of beer with his voice low behind your ear as he directs you, “Keep it right….there” He lets go of your arm and you already miss his touch, “and put a little more power into your throw.” 
He steps back, giving you space to take a breath and refocus. 
You throw it, more mechanical than you would’ve liked, but it – miraculously – goes in. 
Immediately you turn around to get his reaction, the praise that you secretly crave from a man you barely know. 
He grins down at you, “You’re a natural, bunny.” 
And the nickname stuck.
You look over at him, lazily blinking up to meet his fond gaze, “Hm?” You feel all fuzzy inside, overexcited yet pinned down by the unexplainable need to stay close to him. 
He smirks down at you, arm subtly lowering to barely touch the back of your head, “What’cha thinkin’ about, sweetheart?” You try to lean into the feeling of his arm, hoping that if you ease into it, he won’t notice. “You had this… faraway look in your eyes for a moment.”
Oh, he noticed. But there’s no way he knows what you were thinking, right? A flash of embarrassment stings hot in your cheeks. You don’t think when you shyly nuzzle your face into his bicep to avoid his curious eyes, “I think I just zoned out or something.”
He hums, “You tired?” You turn your face to look at him, cheek resting against him. God, he smells so good. You never want to move from this spot. “Want me to tuck you in?” His voice coos teasingly, but you soak in the sweetness of it. He can be so soft sometimes.
Scrambled words echo in your mind: But if you go to bed, you’ll leave. You’ll take your arm out from under me and leave me here to think about you, all alone. Why can’t you just – Your thoughts quickly dissipate when he pulls you closer to him, hand at your waist to press your body against his.
Your hand presses delicately against his chest in surprise and you can barely feel the soft thrum of his heartbeat underneath the firmness of his muscles.
You softly shake your head, “Not tired.”
“Sure, baby.” 
Baby. 
That’s new. 
Your thighs involuntarily press together with how good it sounds coming from his lips. Directed at you. Somehow, even with all the pet names he’s given you throughout the span of your friendship, this one hits home.
He says it with the casualness of a boyfriend and tenderness of a lover. You can almost feel him panting it against the crook of your neck as he pushes inside of you, hand clutching yours as his hips roll perfectly against yours. 
You don’t even realize your legs are rubbing together like a cricket at dusk until a warm hand wraps around the top of your thigh. He pulls them apart, spreading your legs like you’ve always dreamed he would. Despite the suggestive position, you still whine at the loss of friction, thoughtlessly fighting against the insisting tug of his hand.
He hushes you gently, a soft tone barely easing your frustration. You latch your fingers onto his wrist, attempting to guide him to the spot that you really need him to touch, but he barely budges. His grip on your thigh tightens when his name drips brokenly from your lips. 
“J-Jake…” 
“Sweetheart, stop.”
“But –”
“Please.” Jake looks down at you with a pained expression, all past chivalry betrayed by the darkness pooled in his eyes.
You look up at him with misty eyes and flushed skin, innocence in the palm of his hand. “I need you.” You bite your lip at your admission, stained red from the wine, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. You pull at him again and this time he lets you. Both of you look down as his hand cups you over your shorts.
“You’re too drunk right now.” The whispered attempt of resistance falls on deaf ears as you arch your hips into his touch. Neither of you notice that the movie ended, leaving you in a silence where only the exchange of breathless pants can be heard. 
“Touch me.” You whine, desperate for anything. Desperate just to be accepted by him.
His gaze briefly flicks up from where he’s touching to regard your eagerness with half-lidded eyes. He shakes his head and looks away like he’s looking for answers on the blank wall next to him. “I…shouldn’t.” 
You start to panic when you feel his hand pull away. It can’t end like this. You hold onto his wrist when a particularly needy idea pops into your mind. If he doesn’t want to ‘defile’ you, then fine. You’ll do it yourself.
“I…c-could i just rub myself against you?” You berate yourself for sounding so meek, so unsure, but you’ve never done anything like this before, never had to take control of the situation. “Like, if you don’t want to…um, touch me.” He looks at you wordlessly, gorgeous lips parted at your suggestion.
His tongue brushes over his bottom lip, “I– Okay, sure…” 
With his permission, you push up against the couch to get up and straddle over him. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting it with how his hands barely hover over your body like he’s unsure whether he wants to pull you closer or shove you off his lap. “Is this okay?” 
“Yeah.” He sounds strained, “But just for a little bit, alright?” 
“Ok.” You promise though you’re sure that once you get a taste, you’ll never want to stop. You have to make this good for him so he’ll want you back.
You settle against him, body thrumming with anticipation when your clothed cunt meets the prominent hardness under his jeans. So he does want it. His hands clasp onto your waist when you start to move over him, hips experimentally rolling against his.
Jake watches you move over him with a look of deep hunger and awe. It’s endearing how shy you are, even now grinding on his lap. Your movements are clumsy – unpracticed as you desperately try to chase that spark that’ll satisfy the heat buried deep down inside of you. 
“That good, baby?” 
You nod, mewling quietly as the seam of his jeans drags perfectly against your clit. Pleasure pools in your stomach, nudging you closer and closer to the edge. You hold onto his shoulders as you work yourself over him, panting from your effort. He starts to cant his hips upwards to meet your thrusts, pressing his erection roughly against your core to show you just how much he wants you. 
All you can think of is how good it would feel to have him bare against you, skin to skin. When you meet your peak, body hot and trembling as you rub against him, the end never comes. It’s not enough. You’re just left teetering at the top with no drop in sight.
You huff, “Jake, can I – just…please.” You let your hands drop from his shoulders to start working on his belt.
“What is it bunny, what do you need?” He looks so good under you with his wrinkled shirt unbuttoned just so to give you a peak of his collarbone and the newly open belt hanging from the loops in his tight jeans. You undo the button, fingers briefly fumbling as your knuckle brushes against his bulge.
“Just need to feel you.” You paw at the waist of his pants, trying to subtly indicate that you need his help to take them off. But he sits there and smiles sweetly at your frustrated huffs. 
“And what about me?” He says in a teasing drawl. He drags you closer to him and cups your face until your lips nearly meet yours. He’s so close that you can make out the light dusting of freckles that grace his nose and cheeks. Amber eyes bore into yours as he whispers, “You’re using my body and haven’t even given me a kiss yet.”
“Oh.” Your gaze drops to his lips, “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, baby.” He leans in, “just kiss me.” Your eyes flutter close when you meet the softness of his lips. You immediately melt into the gentle caress of his hand on your jaw with a sigh as he desperately keeps you close. 
Jake groans, drinking in the sweetness of your lips, a taste of pure heaven melting on the tip of his tongue, before hungrily deepening the kiss. He licks against the seam of your mouth, begging you to open yourself up to him. You surrender yourself to him, letting him slide in and taste you from the inside out. 
Your hands move up from his shoulders to his soft curls, tugging eagerly in an attempt to hear the soft groan that rumbles in his chest. He nips at your bottom lip, suckling it until it’s pink and tender, wanting to leave a mark so you’ll always think of him. He can’t help but press against you when you whimper for him, grinding eagerly against your center, wishing he was inside of you instead.  
“Just the tip.” You mumble it against his lips. He’s too far gone to clearly hear what you said, lost in a thick fog of awe, lust, and…love. At his silence, you pull away to look at him, scared you’re asking for too much. “Jake.” He nods thoughtlessly, chasing your lips, already missing your taste. He almost whines when you pull away from his touch, but quickly comes back to reality when he sees the way you’re nervously looking at him. 
He squeezes your waist comfortingly, “Anything you want, bunny.” You smile at the pet name and gratefully peck his lips. He tries to deepen the kiss, hand already pressing against the back of your head, but you cheekily pull away before he gets too far. You stand up, ignoring his objections and clingy touches as you get off of his lap. 
You fluidly slip your shirt over your head before carelessly dropping it to the floor behind you. There’s fire in his eyes as he sits back on the couch and watches you reveal the cute bra that cups you so perfectly. You tease the edge of your waistband as you look down at him, “Off, please.” You gesture at his jeans. He follows your directions, quickly shimmying his pants off, eyes on you the whole time.
You follow him, tugging your shorts off to show him the matching panties. You squeak when warm hands abruptly pull you to the couch, eagerly wandering over your waist and hips as he buries his face against your neck. 
“Can’t help it, baby,” His touch drifts up to cup the underside of your tits, trailing carefully over the curve to memorize the shape of you. “You’re just so fucking pretty.” He groans hot and heavy against your neck as he squeezes your softness. 
You’re back on top of him, naked thighs draped over his, skin against skin, and now, you can feel all of him. He’s pressed so deliciously against your core, pulsing with pure desire and heat. The only thing separating the two of you is fading self-control and a pair of thin panties.
His mustache tickles against your throat as his lips drift over your pulse point. He presses heady kisses against the edge of your jaw, gauging where your most tender spots are. 
“Oh–!” Your thighs clench around him when he touches a particularly delicate area near your ear. He gently nips at the spot, holding you tighter when you moan at the feeling.
Jake lets out a broken groan when you reach between your bodies and take him into your hand. He tries to continue giving your body loving attention with his lips, but his kisses get messy, dragging lazily over your shoulder and collarbone, with how distracted he is by your touch. He has to pull away for a breather and hold himself back from thrusting into your fist when you squeeze him teasingly at the base. 
“Bunny…” You both look down and watch as your smaller hand slowly strokes him. His cock is flush with need, leaking so prettily as you try your hardest to make it good for him. You slip your other hand under his shirt, running your fingers against his coarse happy trail to his rippling muscles. The couch groans next to you as he harshly grips the arm, barely holding himself back with white knuckles. “Oh, f-fuck.” His body stiffens under you as you brush your thumb against the sensitive underside of the tip. 
You tenderly massage the spot, watching in awe as he continues to spill over your fingers, making a mess that drips onto your inner thighs and the edge of his shirt. He groans at the sight, his cock throbbing desperately in your hold.
As beads of white paint your fingers, your mouth waters just thinking about how he tastes. You feel ravenous to see him cum, to watch how easily you can ruin him. “H-hold on, cariño. Give me a second.” Jake chokes out. His hips stutter under you before he pulls your hand away.
"Whyy." You whine, pouting up at him with starry eyes. You reach for him again with the hand he isn’t holding onto, brushing your fingers against his sensitive cock. He shudders for you with a broken groan. 
“I'm close-- just – stop for a moment –” Both hands are pinned to your side as Jake’s chest heaves under his shirt. He rests his head back against the couch, eyes closed as he struggles to hold himself back. 
“But…I want you to.”
“I know, baby,” He lifts his head, dark eyes boring into yours, and pulls your hands behind you. You squirm in his lap, back arching at the position, suddenly remembering your own desperation. It feels good to be bound by his hands, to let him do whatever he wants to your body. “But I don’t wanna finish if it isn’t in you.” 
Your face heats in embarrassment. “Oh.” 
Jake picks up on your sudden shyness immediately. 
“You like that, don’t you, bunny?” He smirks, “The thought of me filling you up, then dripping out of you?”
You bite your lip, “A little bit.”
“A little, hm?” He ponders, “Well why don’t we try it out and see.” Your thighs clench around him at the idea.
“Ok.”
“Sit up, let me see how wet you are.” He helps you raise yourself on your knees so you’re hovering over his lap. Letting go of your wrists, he drags his thumb against your clothed cunt; The fabric has a darkened splotch along your opening, teasing him with evidence of your lust. “Aw, sweetheart, you’re soaked…” He nudges your panties to the side, slipping his fingers against your wet opening. “Gonna ruin these pretty little panties, hm?” You nod wordlessly, hips desperately pushing against his touch.
He gently slides against your dripping entrance, making a mess of your cunt with teasing circling motions. Wet, decadent sounds fill the limited space between you as his fingers prod ever so slightly against the spot where you need him most.  A helpless sound is pushed out of you when he finally eases two fingers inside of you.
“Is that good, bunny?” He coos as he slowly fucks his fingers into you. It’s only his fingers, but he’s already filling you up so deliciously. His dark eyes are hungrily locked on how he fills you up over and over again, slick dripping down his knuckles and over his palm. “Hm?” 
You nod again, brain foggy with pleasure. “Yes, J–” You can barely get a word out when he curls his fingers up, pressing so sweetly and deep against the sensitive walls of your cunt. You have to stop yourself from wrapping your legs around his wrist, it feels so good. “Uh–!” You almost fall over and have to hold onto his shoulders for support as he begins to speed up. 
“That’s it, baby…” Your grip on his shoulders tightens as he rapidly presses against your g-spot. You’re already hurdling towards the edge and he can feel it with how you start to clench around his fingers. “Make a mess of my hand..” Within a handful of thrusts, you’re gasping out with pleasure, your thighs shaking over him. He takes his hand away and holds you against him to keep you sitting upright as your body is overtaken with euphoria. You pant against his shoulder, trying to gather your senses. 
You can feel him under you, hard and wanting, throbbing as you whimper and arch against him, letting the pleasure work through your body. Even when you’re barely coming down from an orgasm, you’re still longing to be filled with something more. But he ignores his own needs, instead focusing on you, softly pecking the top of your head and rubbing comforting circles against your arms. 
You lift your head from his chest to look at him, taking in his flushed cheeks and dark eyes. Jake stares right back, unabashedly, in awe. “You’re so good to me, bunny.” You shiver at the praise. At the comfort. You shyly divert your eyes to stare at the marks you’ve left on his shoulders. 
“Only for you, Jake.” You don’t see it, but his lips lift into a small smile at your words. 
His hands drift down from your arms to hold you by the waist. “Only for me.” He echos, solidifying the statement. 
You gasp when he suddenly presses you down against his cock. Looking back up at him, he meets your wide eyes with a mischievous grin, hips rolling teasingly against yours. “And I’m all yours.” You position yourself over him all while keeping eye contact, wanting to drink in every microexpression on his face. 
“Yes.” You both sigh as he barely brushes against your wet opening. He takes a deep breath, clutching your hips as you begin your descent.
Your body slowly manages to swallow the first inch of him. And – oh – it’s so much better than you expected. He stretches you so fully, even barely inside of you, filling you exactly how you need him to. 
You let out a strained whimper from the back of your throat as you slowly lower yourself onto his lap. You whine as your body desperately clenches and stretches to accommodate him inside of you. His hold on your hips tightens as your thighs meet his, now fully impaled by his hard cock.  
“I thought it was ‘just the tip’.” Jake tries to tease, his deep voice gravelly with lust, but it comes out as more of a groan than a taunt.
You slowly shake your head, body trembling as you get used to the feeling of him inside of you. 
“You said you’re all mine, daddy.” The words practically melt from your lips, lethargic with heat. It catches him off guard. You moan, hips slowly moving over him to feel him deeper inside. “M-mine,” You repeat with a pant, so lost in desperation that you don’t even notice the way he’s looking at you, frozen in place. 
“I-I did say that, didn’t I?” He doesn’t know what else to say, brain overheating from your ministrations. You’ve never called him a pet name before, let alone used the word ‘daddy’ anywhere near him. You’ve always been a shy little bunny around him, always preciously out of reach, a tease to fantasize about, but now you’re wrapped around him, moaning beautifully destructive words. 
What really surprises him is the way he’s eagerly throbbing inside of you from that word. Desperate thoughts float in his mind: She wants me to take care of her, she needs me.
“Fuck me.” He groans to himself, willing his body to hold back from cumming inside of you right then and there. 
“P-please.” You beg with a broken voice, thinking he’s talking to you. Jake just nods understandingly and holds you closer with an arm wrapped around your torso, wanting to feel your whole body against his. He starts off slow, pressing up into your kneeling body with measured thrusts as he dots kisses along your neck and shoulders. You sigh something wistful before meeting his movements, eagerly lifting your hips against him. 
“God, bunny, you feel so good.” He can't help it, you’re all-encompassing like this, with your pretty little sighs and panted breaths, it’s everything he’s ever wanted, so he starts to speed up, projecting his desperation into his actions. Your back arches at the change of pace as he pumps into you, and it only makes him feel deeper. “So tight around me.” He pushes against your front wall on every thrust and you swear it makes you see stars. 
Your clit inevitably rubs against him as your bodies move with each other and it takes your pleasure to another level. You’re sure the sounds you’re making verge on embarrassing, but he seems to eat them up anyway. “Ah, right there--! Jake –”
“No, bunny,” He grits out, “It’s daddy.”
You whimper, “Daddy – ” He feels you flutter deliciously around him as your head begins to lull backward. He groans as your cunt sucks him deep inside, desperately milking his cock as you’re seized by ecstasy.
“Fucking take it, sweetheart.” 
“I-I think m’gonna…” Your eyes roll back before you can finish your sentence and white fills your vision. You let out a keening sound as you gush over him, thighs clenched around his as your second high moves through you. 
His eyes squeeze shut as he gives in and starts fucking you at a punishing pace. Your mouth drops open around an empty moan. You can only hold onto him as he takes what he wants from your body, intensifying your orgasm with sloppy thrusts. With a few more upward pushes, he lets out a breathy grunt and finishes inside of you, painting your walls with his warmth. 
You both stay in this position for a little longer. 
You can feel Jake’s heart beat rapidly against your chest as you cuddle against him. He’s still recovering from the onslaught of sensations and emotions. Both of you are sticky with sweat and slick, but neither of you care. His cock is still inside of you, keeping his cum locked inside as you dutifully warm him with your cunt. 
“Such a pretty girl…” He croons, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He looks down at you with such sincerity in his eyes, that it’s almost overwhelming. You bite your lip nervously at the compliment and attempt to look away, but before you can, he’s tilting your face up with the light touch of a finger, “Really? You’re gonna act all shy with my cock still in you?”
His words only make you squirm on top of him. He nearly chokes at the accidental stimulation. 
“You can’t just say stuff like that.” Your voice is small and cute.
“Then how am I supposed to fluster my girl?” 
Your eyes widen. His girl? 
“Your girl?”
“My girl.” He hums with a small smile before placing a soft kiss on your lips.
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okay guys i am lowk the biggest keegan girlie ever 😩,
and my mind has been RIDDLED with thoughts of scary dilf!keegan who just loves his oh so innocent pretty babysitter who's just trying to make a little more money for college,
but how can he resist her and when she's so good with his little princess?!?!
(i'm a whore.)
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(afab!reader, mdni 18+, implied age-gap (reader in 20s))
i feel like we all need to be turned into whores for keegan </3 esp dilf!keegan?????!!!?!?!? EUGHHHHH!!!!!
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dilf!keegan who trusts nobody to take care of his darling baby girl until he comes across you. you'd babysat for one of his daughter's friends and when she was over, immediately fell in love with you and went home to her dad to talk his ear off about you. his daughter's usually a tough critic, and he'd been skeptical to find out that the other parents had to call in a sitter at the last minute. but especially finding his daughter's hair decorated in pretty little braids and no messes on her cute little outfit? he knew he had to call you up.
but he's really unprepared when he sees such a young thing like you at his doorstep. bright eyed and cheery when you introduce yourself. watches in awe at the way his daughter clings onto your leg excitedly and drags you into the house so you can play with her and her daddy. he decides he wants to play with you all right. teases you when he talks with you and introduces himself. it's hard to meet him in the eyes the way he's leering down at you. still trying to asses who you are and if he can really trust you in his house and with his kid. but can't resist the little flirting he does when he asks you about if you'd be bringing a boyfriend over or anything and you say no, you don't have one.
at that he just smiles and lets you go play with his daughter. shows you things around the house if you might need it, food, bathroom, toys, cleaning supplies for any mess. every where he shows you, you're so hyperaware of how close he is. man is huge, so you assume that maybe he just doesn't know how large he truly is. and you try not to think too hard of the way he tries to sneak past you and grinds up against your ass so subtly.
it gets worse the more often you come over. you've grown so attached to keegan's daughter that you jump at the offer when he asks if you're available. he spends a little longer chatting with you before he leaves to go to work. comes back late so it's just you and him while his baby sleeps soundly, totally unaware of the fact her father gets a little handsy with her second favorite person in the world when he thanks you and tells you that you did a good job. always pays you a little extra for your help because he knows how hard it is being a broke college student. but lowkey gets off on the fact that you're spending his money to treat yourself sometimes.
can't get all these thoughts out of his head of thanking you by getting onto his knees and pressing his tongue into you. wonders what kind of panties you're wearing underneath your bottoms. maybe if you wear a skirt the next time you come over, his daughter will rush up to you again and the air will knock it up for him to see. see how easily he might be able to stick his fingers under there and feel your wet pussy. or maybe he'll thank you by giving you a nice treat. how nicely you'll get on your knees for him as he lets you taste his cum.
you're aware of the lingering stares, of how he flirts with you and teases you so that you're blushing and trying to leave as quick as possible before it escalates. but... you kind of like it. especially when he sends you a little bit of money out of the blue because he said he "forgot to tip you" for the last time even though he gave you more than enough. and also he's a good looking guy for a single dad, who's got a little bit of salt and peppering going on. you'd be lying if you say the way he leans on the doorframe when he lets you in before he changes, dressed in some sweatpants and sometimes foregoing a shirt, it makes your panties wet. keegan knows the effect he has on you, his pretty little sitter.
but when one day he comes home to find you and his daughter asleep together on the couch, he finally makes his move. thinks you look so pretty. can never hear enough about what you and his daughter did when he comes home and all his daughter babbles about is when she can see you again. can't think of a more perfect woman than to be with his kid. thinks you do so well with them, too.
so why not give you one of your own? keegan gentle wakes you up and helps you settle his daughter into bed. can't stop thinking about how lovely his girls look together. and tells you that it's late, you don't have to go back all the way at this hour. you can stay the night! which you keep trying to refuse his offer because you'd feel bad for intruding. but he keeps deflecting and distracting you with conversation with constant assurance that you're always welcome in his home.
eventually you don't realize how close the two of you have gotten as you kept chatting with him. how much later it's gotten since he came home. and you especially don't realize who made the first move after silence washed over you and you'd been staring at each other's lips. because next thing you know, you're being pushed deep into keegan's bed as he thrusts his hips against yours. pushing his dick deep into your pussy while caging you in with his body, arms cradling your neck and head as he whispers "mm, takin' me so well, sweetheart."
it makes you whine at how big he is. how hard he's going, how fast he's bringing you to your orgasm. makes you understand how his daughter came to be. and when you worry about her he just shushes you with a kiss and grins menacingly down at you. "don't need to worry 'bout her, sweets. just don't be too loud, 'kay? otherwise i'll have to punish ya for being a bad sitter and waking her up."
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do you still hate valentine's day? | yang jeongin x fem ! reader
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ANGST & FLUFF & SMUT & BEST FRIEND ! JEONGIN & FEM ! READER & MORE UNDER THE CUT ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
valentine’s day is kind of dreary when you’ve been in love with your best friend for years. it’s even worse when said best friend goes on a date with another girl. 
warnings. swearing, love confessions, lots of kissing, slight dry humping (?), penetrative (p in v) sex, protected sex, fingering (fem rec), dirty talk, praise, slight possessiveness, cumming together, sweet aftercare, smut w very little plot
word count. 3.9k words
note. i haven't written like... just smut in a while so hopefully this is okay </3 happy valentine's day everyone !! enjoy my little gift to you <3
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Your throat burned and your lungs ached as you willed tears away. You were determined not to cry. You refused to. And still, as you watched your best friend walk hand in hand with a girl who wasn’t you, you cried. You held yourself together as long as you could, but it was in vain. Bit by bit, broken pieces of your heart drifted away, just out of reach, and you couldn’t seem to grab them back. Your stomach was a mess of knotted feelings. Anger? Not quite. Jealousy was probably more accurate. 
You couldn’t understand what you’d been doing wrong. You were the one who was there for him all these years. You’d thought your feelings were obvious. Maybe they were and he just didn’t care. And of course, you knew you couldn’t make him feel the same way for you as you did for him. Still, the rejection burned. You felt invisible. Were you a ghost? A figment of some poor soul’s imagination? 
But when he showed up on your doorstep after his date, grin spread wide across his perfect face, you knew you were real. The pain was evidence enough. 
“Hey!” 
You stepped aside, letting him into your apartment. “Hi, Jeongin.” 
Jeongin turned to you, frowning a little. It wasn’t very often that you called him “Jeongin.” You usually only used his name like that when you were upset with him. He was too used to the nicknames you’d always called him that it was a clear sign something was wrong when you called him by his name. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“It’s nothing,” you shook your head, hoping he would just drop it. You sat back down on your couch, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders and unpausing the movie you’d put on. 
“Hey, come on,” he pouted, sitting next to you and placing his backpack on the floor in front of him. “It’s Valentine’s Day! Cheer up!” 
You’d tried so hard to be optimistic. Sometimes when he looked at you or spoke to you, you could almost imagine that he liked you. But a second later, it was back to “just friends.” Did he think you were a foolish child? Maybe you were. Foolish to think he’d ever have his eyes on you. It would never be more than just a dream you rarely dared to dream. 
“You know I don’t really like Valentine’s Day, Innie,” you mumbled, trying not to let the tears that had pooled in your eyes spill over. 
You heard him digging around in his backpack but you didn’t look at him. You couldn’t look at him. He sat up again and leaned into you. “Well, I got you something anyways. I knew you’d just be sitting here alone, so I wanted to do something for you.” 
You looked over at him finally, eyes widening at the things he held in his hands. A small box of chocolates. Your favorite flowers—the ones that grew in his family’s garden. And a stuffed animal you’d told him you wanted months ago. Moments like these, it was hard to believe he didn’t have feelings for you. Considering he just went on a date, however, you knew that he didn’t.
“Innie, you didn’t have to.”
“I know,” he smiled at you, pushing the items towards you. “But I wanted to. You deserve something nice on Valentine’s Day, even if you don’t particularly like the day.” 
A voice in your head was screaming at you to get out before it was too late. The voice told you it was time to give up. The voice told you to make him leave. The voice told your heart to stop beating so fast when his fingers brushed over yours. You wanted nothing more than to listen to the voice in your head. You wanted to get out before it was too late, wanted your heart to stop beating so fast when he said your name. And yet, you couldn’t let go. Having these quiet, painful moments with him were better than none at all. 
“Well, thanks Innie.” 
He grinned and nodded in response. After a few minutes of silence, Jeongin started to tell you about his date and the girl he’d been with. You tried to pay attention. Tried to listen. Tried to be supportive. But you couldn’t stop the insecurities that ebbed into your stream of thoughts—couldn’t stop the jealousy. Of course he wanted her. She was beautiful and funny and smart and she wasn’t like a sister to him.
“She sounds great, Innie.” 
“She was cool, yeah.” Jeongin looked like a giddy little kid in a candy store. But the happiness left his eyes when he looked at you, trying to hold back your tears (and failing miserably). “Hey, don’t worry! We’ll find you someone too!”
But you didn’t want just anybody. You wanted Jeongin. He could never be yours, but you wanted him. Of course, you couldn’t tell him that. So you just offered him a weak smile and nodded a little before fixing your eyes forward on the TV again, ignoring the burning in your throat and the painful beating of your heart. 
Another friend of yours had told you to stop pining after Jeongin. If it was that easy, you would have already done it by now. You wish you could listen to the voice inside of you that warned you not to chase after people who didn’t want you. You wished you could listen to your friends when they told you to save your energy for people who would willingly invest their time into you. But it wasn’t that simple. Not when Jeongin unintentionally gave you hope with every gummy smile, every brush of his hand against yours, every kind action and word. 
Since you couldn’t give up on him, you would just smile and say that you were fine if anyone asked how you were doing. You didn’t think anyone would understand if you told them it felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest. You didn’t think you could say that the only person you wanted was the only person you couldn’t have. You couldn’t explain that it was that very person who had ripped out your heart and who held it in their hands. 
You wanted to scream at him. If you’re going to be with someone else, just stop giving me false hope! But you couldn’t. Because he didn’t even know you liked him. And you wanted it to stay that way. So you kept your mouth shut tight. You couldn’t let this secret slip past your chapped lips. 
“Do you want me to stay the night?” 
Jeongin’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Did you want him to stay the night? Would that even be a good idea? It would just be another contributor to the hope you couldn’t harbor. But he was your best friend and you’d had plenty of sleepovers before. If you said no would it be suspicious?
“Sure, if you want to.” 
He smiled and nodded. “Do you still have some of my clothes in your closet? I want to wear something more comfortable.” 
“Yeah, there should be some sweatpants and t-shirts in my closet that are yours.” 
When Jeongin left your side you allowed yourself to think again. You thought about what it might be like if he loved you. You thought about him and his perfect smile and his perfect hands and all the ways he made you laugh. You thought about how he knew you better than anyone else did. Jeongin… You pushed it away. You had to stop.
He walked back into the living room and sat beside you once more, closer this time. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling the blanket over his body and yours. And it was like a dam broke. The only thing in your mind was his name. 
Jeongin. Jeongin. Jeongin. Jeongin. 
“You’ve been quiet all night. What are you thinking about?” 
You.
“How shitty this holiday is.” 
He laughed softly and brushed your hair away from your face. You didn’t look at him as he spoke. “You only say that because you’ve always been single on Valentine’s Day.” 
“Maybe.” You fell quiet again. Was he right? Did you hate Valentine’s Day because it was a stupid capitalist holiday that made money off of people’s love? Or did you hate Valentine’s Day because you’d never had someone special to spend it with? 
“Seriously though,” he turned you over in his arms so that you were looking him in the eye. “What’s got you so sad? I know you hate today, but I’ve never seen you so sad.” 
Today is the first Valentine’s Day that you had a date for. Why couldn’t it be me?
“It’s nothing, Innie, I promise. I’m just feeling more tired than usual.” 
“See, if I didn’t know you, I might buy that. But I know you. Better than anyone. Better than myself. You know you can tell me what’s wrong.” His voice was gentle, but it didn’t make you feel better. 
I can’t tell you. You’re the only person I can’t tell. 
“It’s really nothing. I promise.” 
“Pinky promise?” 
He held out his pinky and you looped yours through his nodding and smiling at him. You would never tell him what was really wrong. You would never risk your perfect friendship over something like this. You could suffer through this as long as it meant you could keep him in your life. 
Jeongin sighed and kissed your forehead, suddenly looking anxious. “Can I tell you a secret, yn?” 
“Of course you can,” you breathed back, trying to calm your racing heart. 
“I didn’t want to go on that date tonight.” He was quiet for a long moment, but you had the feeling he wasn’t done yet, so you stayed quiet. After another long moment, he sighed again. “I just wanted to stay with you and watch a shitty movie and eat shitty convenience store snacks and tell you those shitty pick-up lines you hate so much. It wasn’t the same without you.”
“Jeongin, I—”
“I think that… I think maybe I’m in love with you.” 
You breathed in sharply and pushed away from him, panicked. Wasn’t this what you’d always wanted to hear? But what if he didn’t mean it. What if it was a lie? What if it was a prank or a dare? What if it didn’t mean what you thought it meant. “D-don’t say that—”
“Maybe I’m stupid for falling for my best friend,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You can hate me in the morning. But can I at least have tonight with you?” 
You whimpered as he buried his face in your neck, wanting nothing more than to spend the night with him. You couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. They spilled over your cheeks and you tried to keep your body from shaking so he wouldn’t notice. 
“I’ll never hate you, Innie. But I don’t know if this is a good idea.” 
He looked up at you, his own eyes filled with tears. “Why not?”
“You don’t mean it.” 
“What do you mean? Y-you think I don’t mean that I love you? That I’m in love with you?” He sat up quickly, pulling you with him so that you were seated in his lap. He grabbed your hands, fear playing in his eyes. 
“I-I mean, how could you? This is coming completely out of the blue and you just went on a date with someone else—”
“I love you.” He stopped you, eyes big and sad as he ran his thumbs over your knuckles absentmindedly. “I love you so much. And I’ve been in love with you for, like, three years now. I just never knew how to say it. And honestly, I didn’t think you’d love me back. I didn’t want to ruin what we had. And then this year, when that girl asked me to go on a date with her for Valentine’s Day, I didn’t know how to say ‘no’ and I figured you didn’t like me anyway, so I should just try to move on. But then I came back here after the date and I knew I couldn’t be with anyone who wasn’t you so I—”
“Jeongin, breathe.” You stopped him with a hand on his chest, placed carefully over his heart. You could feel how fast his heart was beating and you knew yours was beating just as fast. 
He placed a hand over your heart too and took a deep breath. You felt his chest expanding beneath your fingers. “I love you. I know that I do. And I know it’s not just as a friend. I’m in love with you.” 
Really, this was the best outcome you could have hoped for, but you were still wary. If you admitted you felt the same and he eventually broke your heart, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to put the pieces back together. Then again, if he was being genuine and you let him think you didn’t feel the same, it would break his heart, and that almost hurt more. 
“Jeongin, I love you but I’m terrified.” 
“Why are you scared?” He leaned in, forehead against your shoulder as he breathed out in relief. “It’s just me.” 
“That’s exactly it though. It’s you. And you’re perfect. You’re funny and smart and kind and so handsome and you’re everything I’ve ever wanted and I’m so scared that I won’t be what you’re imagining.” 
He laughed again and looked up at you, his head still against your shoulder. “I’m not imagining anything. I know you. Did you forget the part where we’ve been best friends pretty much our whole lives? There’s practically nothing about you that I don’t know. And there’s certainly nothing about you that I don’t love.” 
“Whatever,” you scoffed, pushing him off of you playfully. “That’s definitely a lie because just yesterday you told me that it was annoying when I—”
“Sure there are things that annoy me sometimes. I’m sure I’m annoying too. But those are habits and quirks that are a part of you. And I love all of you. So even if it’s annoying, I love it. Because I love you.” 
“Jeongin,” you whispered, suddenly serious. 
“What?” 
“I want you to kiss me.” 
He wasted no time pressing his lips to yours. It was everything you’d hoped for—dreamed about. Of course he was a good kisser. Of course his mouth on yours was perfect. Of course it felt like he was made for you. You felt giddy and restless and you pushed him away—only for a second, only so you could breathe. 
“Jeongin,” you whispered against his lips. Not for any particular reason. You just wanted to say his name. Wanted him to hear it. You hoped he could hear how desperate he made you. How much you wanted him. 
He pulled away further and you pouted. He shook his head. “I-I can’t—I mean, if we don’t stop now, I don’t—I don’t think I can stop myself from wanting more.” 
Oh. Your sweet boy. Could you even call him yours? It didn’t matter. He was so sweet and thoughtful. 
But you didn’t care about sweet. You’d been dreaming about him for years and you were feeling a little insatiable and you needed him. You pulled him back to you and kissed him. He kissed back, of course he did. His hands fell to your hips and he held you still on his lap. 
“Yn,” he gasped your name and you felt lightheaded. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me. Sh-shit, do you want this? I don’t—don’t wanna force you—fuck—” 
You rolled your hips against his, biting back a whimper as you felt him hardening beneath you. You wanted to know what he would feel like inside of you. Jeongin didn’t exactly sleep around, but he was well-known as a good fuck. And wouldn’t it be even better since the two of you were in love? You wanted him so badly.
“God, yes, Jeongin—I-I want you. Want this. Please.” Your voice felt airy and choked and you knew you sounded absolutely fucked and he hadn’t even done anything. You didn’t care. You’d wanted this for so long and Jeongin wouldn’t judge you for wanting him. Because he wanted you too. At least, that’s what he said.
He nodded and his hips bucked up into yours. He threw his head back against the couch, a light moan falling from his lips. He sounded so hot. “Fuck, okay—o-okay. Do you—can we—I don’t want our first time to be on your fucking couch, can we go back to your room?” 
“Please—”
He pushed you gently and you crawled off of him. He led you back to your room, kissing your hands. “C’mon baby, I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.” 
When you made it to your bedroom, you settled into your bed and he followed you, hovering slightly over you so he didn't crush you beneath him. You reached up, threading your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him into another bruising kiss, desperate for more of him. All of him. You’d wanted him so badly for so long. 
He slid his tongue into your mouth when you groaned softly, and you let him, eager for him in a way you didn’t realize you could be. He ground his hips down into yours, moaning lowly as he tried to resist, but you just made it so difficult for him. You dragged your hands down from the back of his neck, over his chest, stopping at the hem of his sweatpants. He pulled away from you to watch as you pulled them down his legs.
He sat up and tugged his t-shirt over his head before leaning down to kiss you again, nipping at your lips softly. You pushed him away slightly, guiding his hand into your shorts to feel in between your legs. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, you’re so wet already—” 
“For you—” 
“Shit.”
He pulled your shorts down and reached for your shirt, asking you silently if you wanted it off. You answered him by grabbing the hem and taking it off yourself. He groaned again at the sight of you, braless before him, moving quickly to kiss your neck and your shoulders and your collarbones before finally stopping to take one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking perfectly. You whined as he mouthed at your skin, groping your other tit with a skilled hand. He eventually moved to give the same attention to your other nipple, showing you so much care you felt like you might explode.
You’d always wondered what sex with Jeongin would be like. You hadn’t imagined it would ever be this good.
"J-Jeongin," you moaned, "I need you so bad."
 "Gotta stretch you out first,” he murmured, reaching to pull your panties off too and leave you completely bare before him. “Get you nice and ready for my cock. Don't wanna hurt you, baby."
You gasped as two of his perfect fingers pushed their way slowly into your entrance, sliding in easily because of how wet you already were. He wasted no time pumping them in and out of you and scissoring you open, trying to stretch you as much as possible to make it easier to take his dick. He added a third finger for extra measure and you felt like you were on cloud nine. You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from pumping into you again.
"Don't wanna cum yet, Innie. Wanna make this last. I-I love you so much."
His heart swelled at the sweet nickname and your profession of love and he kissed you chastely on the lips, slipping his boxers down and grabbing a condom from the top drawer of the bedside table when you opened it. You giggled as he rolled it onto his length and he eyed you warily, pouting a little. "Why are you laughing at me?"
"It's just cute that you’re so eager for me. I guess you have wanted me for a long time."
“Oh, shut up. You have no idea. O-Of course I’m desperate for you. You’re my best friend, I love you so fucking much, and you’re hot as fuck.” He rolled his eyes before positioning his tip at your entrance. His dark eyes connected with yours, once more asking for permission and you nodded. You were just as eager to know how he would feel inside of you. 
He took a deep breath and slowly pushed in, hissing at the feeling of your tight walls around his dick. You moaned at the stretch, eyes rolling back in your head as he fully sheathed himself inside of you, pumping in and out slowly to give you time to adjust. “Oh my god, you’re fucking perfect. Holy fuck.”
"You can go f-faster, Innie," you whined, reaching up to grip his shoulders tightly and pull him closer to you.
He grabbed one of your legs, carefully throwing it over his shoulder so he could pump his cock in deeper. You moaned loudly as his tip nudged against your g-spot with each thrust, borderline screaming as he increased the pacing of his hips. He was so perfect. 
“F-feels so good, Innie."
"Yeah? You like that? Fuck, you're so tight, yn. Love it so much. You take my dick so well. Like you were made for me to fuck you. Made for me," he gasped in response. Your brain was fuzzy and you moaned at his words, feeling yourself drawing closer and closer to your high. All you’d ever wanted was to be his.
You squeezed your eyes shut tight as he continued to ram into you, “So close, Innie. I'm s-so close. Gonna cum."
"Fuck, baby, me too. Wanna cum with you. Just a little longer." He continued thrusting rhythmically, holding you as close to him as possible as he thrusted as deep as he could. "You're doing so good for me, baby. So so good. My good girl."
You moaned loudly, clenching around his dick as he thrusted particularly hard, sending you over the edge. You clung to him as he helped you ride out your high, spilling his seed into the condom moments later. He rolled off of you, pulling the condom off and tying the end. He crawled out of your bed to discard the condom and get a washcloth to clean you up. You pouted as he left.
He came back only a few minutes later with a glass of water, a warm washcloth, and fresh clothes for you to wear. He laid back down beside you, cleaning you up gently with the washcloth and setting the clean clothes on the bed beside you. He offered you the glass of water and you drank it all, handing back the empty glass. Only then did he wrap you in his arms again, holding you close to his chest. 
“How are you feeling?” He asked softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. 
You smiled up at him. “I’ll be sore in the morning but it’s worth it. Thank you. For tonight. For everything.” 
“You don’t have to thank me,” he shook his head, eyes falling shut. “I love you. Like, a lot. I’m really glad we… did this. And I’m really glad you love me back.” 
“Me too.”
After a long moment of silence, Jeongin spoke again. “So, do you still hate Valentine’s Day?” 
You couldn’t help but laugh. The answer was pretty obvious. Of course you didn’t hate Valentine’s Day anymore. Not when you finally had everything you’d ever wanted. 
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changetyre · 16 days
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Oh my god please I need more landoscar content 🙌🏻
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Three can play this game || Landoscar x Reader (P2) Ⓗ
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SUMMARY: The boys aren’t shy to let their friends know how much they enjoy you in every aspect of the word. And despite it being 2 against 1 sometimes it's not that hard to get the upper hand on the boys.
WARNINGS: Mostly suggestive content, no smut this time sorry ;(
A/N: I had so many requests for a part 2 but I got a huge block and it just sat in my drafts for the longest time. I'm not sure I like it but I can't think of anything else ;( I'd be up for a Part 3 if you'd like though.
The dinner was…a lot. The boys were right, it was a very booby choice of attire that you’d picked for tonight and the fact that they’d both happily left a big mark on each of your girls did nothing to help the “discrete” glances the boys around the table took at your chest.
You could tell Lando and Oscar were both highly enjoying the attention their girl was getting and they loved even more the fact that this was only making matters worse for the wet ache that they’d left between your legs a few hours ago.
"You like her dress, Pierre?" You almost choked on your food as your daring boyfriend confronted the man who was having the hardest time keeping his eyes off (your body) you .
Pierre cleared his throat but by his unshakable smirk, you could see he felt no shame in being caught. "I do, very...good fit."
You hoped the rush of heat to your cheeks wasn't visible to the rest of the table as you tried to focus on your food. You hated your boyfriends right now, so much for making this dinner one of the hardest nights of your life.
Oscar had kept his hand on your thigh all dinner letting it move up and down throughout the dinner occasionally inching higher than necessary.
Lando on the other hand was having the time of his life whispering dirty things into your ears, letting his hands roam your waist and his fingers occasionally grazing your breasts as well as planting kisses on your shoulder and neck not caring your PDA distracted the boys from their meals.
You might've as well started fucking in front of all of the boys at this rate you thought to yourself as it was clear you three tonight were the center of attention.
"Darling you alright?" Oscar cheekily asked you as you fanned yourself trying to keep the heat at bay.
You glared at your boyfriend and he simply smiled innocently. "You both are insufferable." You whispered to him.
"And why would that be my love?" Lando asked holding that mischief in his tone as usual.
"Hmm...fine." You huffed, earning your own sly smirk. "Three can play this game."
"What game?" Oscar asked with the same innocent tone.
"Boys, will you excuse me I need to use the restroom?" You asked, your tone suddenly confident to the surprise of those around the table.
Lando moved out of the way allowing you to leave. You were quick in the bathroom knowing the boys would probably want to join you which wasn't part of your plan.
You walked back to the table making sure the sway in your hips was a little more marked than necessary before scooting your way across your boyfriend's lap not letting him stand up to let you through this time.
The way Lando's hand gripped your waist as you scooted across his lap was a good indicator that your plan had set off excellently.
"Everything alright?" Oscar asked you.
"Everything's perfect." You smiled as you sucked your middle finger into your mouth watching the way Oscar looked closely at the motion. You knew the thoughts that would invade his mind and he'd obviously assume you'd taken care of yourself already.
"Baby, will you put this away for me? It was starting to bother me." You spoke clearly as well not caring as the rest of the boys heard and watched you hand something to Lando.
Lando opened his hand ready to receive it and his heart almost lept out of his chest as he saw the coated string you placed in his hand. He gasped before closing his fist tightly and stuffing the clothing in his pocket.
You heard a couple sniggers from the boys as you proudly managed to reverse this game.
"By the way Pierre I forgot to thank you for the compliment. I also think this dress is a good fit." You smiled at the man as you adjusted the dress from your chest.
"Uh...y..yeah." Pierre cleared his throat nervously this time. "Yeah of course."
"I know the boys liked it a lot as well...should've seen them before leaving." You joked unashamedly. "I mean I'm sure you can tell anyway." You laughed to yourself loving the effect you were having on the men across the table.
"Uh baby would you like some dessert?" Lando asked you clearly trying to get you to stop your games.
"Hmmm." You turned to your boyfriend, your hands coming down to rest high on his thigh which made him tense at the action. "I would love some dessert." you bit your lip "innocently".
"Oh, you're too funny my darling." Oscar pulled you back now panicking at the way the rest of the boys were left speechless.
"And why is that Ozzie?" You leaned to him this time.
"Well I think you might've had too much to drink tonight darling." Oscar tried laughing it off. "If you're full then I think we can go."
"Hmm I'm not exactly full but I'm sure I'll be stuffed later hmm-" you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.
"OKAY we're gonna go. Good night." Lando interrupted you and took your hand pulling you up and away with him.
You giggled to yourself proud that you'd gotten your desired reaction, leaving the boys with mouths wide open and your boyfriends beyond flustered.
The drive home was definitely going to be interesting.
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misshoneyimhome · 1 month
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I’m OBSESSED with your prompt list & I want to request everything for Jack, but don’t want to spam you 😭 so I’ll do one to start hahaha
Can you do Jack with the prompt “Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?” — either one or both, whatever you’re feeling :)) <3
Babe, feel free to spam me anytime 😉 Although, I'm still practicing my writing skills when it comes to Jack H 🤍
But of course - though I did do a bit of a combo of the two 🌺 and in the end, it turned out to be nothing but sweet fluff
Hope you enjoy it 🤍
Word count; 2.1K
[bestfriend!Jack x reader] - again, I know 🙈
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As one of Jack Hughes’ closest friends, you were simply there for him through thick and thin. From the early days of his hockey career to then, as he’d become a big name in the NHL, you saw every success and setback, always giving him your unwavering support and encouragement.
Your bond with the Devils' star player was definitely something special, built on trust, mutual respect, and shared experiences. Together, you faced the ups and downs of life in the spotlight, as well as found solace in each other's company amidst the chaos of the hockey world.
And to put it bluntly, it wasn’t uncommon for people to mistake you as a couple. Although you tried not to post anything on social media, rumours often circulated. Even family members assumed there was something more to the story when he brought you over at almost every holiday family gathering. However, you were nothing more than his best girl friend. Which to him was probably the highest status one could ever get.
Despite Jack's busy schedule and the demands of his career, you just always remained a constant presence in his life, providing stability and comfort. Whether it was cheering him on from the stands at games or simply being there to listen after a tough loss, you were always there when he needed you most.
You even saw every girl who tried their luck with him, and all of them failed to stick around. Though you weren’t really sure why that was always the case. To you Jack was a good guy, busy sure, but good overall and anyone would be lucky to be with him. However, you could also understand that often his demanding lifestyle simply became too much for anyone to handle. And after every time he showed up at your place, you were the support he needed through every breakup.
And Jack cherished your friendship immensely. With you, he could be himself without any pretence, knowing that you'd accept him exactly as he was. He could put on a facade and a guard for the rest of the world, but with you, he knew it was of no use. You always saw right through him, for better or for worse.
So, when Jack invited you to join him at the Devils’ team event, it wasn't a surprise to anyone. Spending such time together had become second nature to you both, a cherished ritual that brought comfort and joy. You'd even spent so much time with his teammates that a lot of them had grown to be your close friends as well. They were almost like the protective brothers you'd never had.
And you, of course, accepted his invitation without hesitation. So, as you got ready for the event together, you felt a sense of excitement in the air, anticipating a night filled with laughter, camaraderie, and maybe even something more.
**
Jack stood in front of the mirror, his face displaying frustration as he attempted to knot his tie once again. Though it was something he'd often do before a match, tonight it just didn’t seem to work out for him. The smooth fabric slipped through his fingers, refusing to cooperate despite his repeated attempts. But then, with a soft sigh, he caught a glimpse of your reflection in the doorway, a knowing smile adorning your face.
"Struggling there?" you teased, slowly moving closer to him.
Turning to you, Jack looked relieved. "Actually, yes. Could you help me with my tie?" His voice held a touch of embarrassment, a contrast to his usual confidence on the ice, which made you chuckle softly.
"Of course," you replied, closing the gap between you and reaching for the silk tie. Your fingers skilfully worked the fabric into a perfect knot in no time. And as you adjusted it, your eyes met his in the mirror, and there was an unexpected shift between you, an unspoken understanding hanging in the air.
Then once Jack had sorted his tie, his gaze lingered on you, admiring the elegant lines of your evening dress, and he simply couldn't look away, struck by how stunning you appeared.
"Wow, you look amazing, y/n/n," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
A blush crept onto your cheeks at his compliment, a soft smile forming in response. But before you could form a reply, though, you remembered the zipper on your dress.
"Actually, I could use your help too," you confessed, your voice barely audible. Turning slightly, you presented your back to him, feeling a tiny surge of nerves at the intimacy of the request.
And without hesitation, Jack moved closer, his presence sending a wave of anticipation through you. His hands brushed lightly against your skin as he reached for the zipper, the gentle touch surprisingly sparking some kind of awareness between you.
As his fingers softly traced your back, you felt an unfamiliar desire stirring within you, drawing you both a little closer together. And unintentionally, you leaned in a little closer to him, prompting him to gently rest his palms on your waist, as for a brief moment, time stood still, and you admired each other in the mirror.
It was a moment of soft intimacy hanging in the air, and you couldn’t deny that thoughts were starting to form in your mind. Thoughts that had been there before, yet you always just shook them off, as you didn’t believe they’d mean anything - Was there truly nothing more between you and Jack, or had you been fooling yourselves this whole time?
However, with the evening's urgency weighing on both of you, the passing seconds reminded you of the time slipping away. And with a small sigh, Jack reluctantly pulled away, his hands lingering for a moment longer before he finally zipped up your dress.
"We should probably head out," he said, a hint of regret in his voice.
And you nodded in agreement, carefully stepping away from him. Yet, despite the pressing schedule, the electric tension between you remained, silently hinting at what perhaps could be.
**
As the night progressed, Jack found himself unable to shake the growing feelings in his heart. And if anything, they only seemed to deepen with each passing moment, fuelled by seeing you effortlessly mingling with the other guests at the event.
"She's looking good, huh?" Luke's voice suddenly snapped Jack out of his thoughts, bringing him back to reality.
"Yeah, she really does..." he replied softly, his gaze still fixed on you from across the room, drawn in by the warmth of your smile.
And Luke couldn’t suppress his amusement and grinned knowingly, nudging Jack with a playful elbow. "So, are you going to make a move or what?"
"What do you mean?" Jack pretended innocence, though his eyes revealed the truth of his emotions.
And Luke had to roll his eyes, not buying Jack's act. "Come on, man, you're practically drooling over her right now."
"I'm not drooling... I'm just admiring how great my best friend looks..." Jack tried to defend himself, but he knew it was futile.
"Sure, sure, but we both know that you're totally checking her out!" Luke laughed, finding the situation more than amusing.
For months, if not years, Luke had had a bet with Quinn about when you and Jack would finally admit your feelings for each other. And not just as best friends. It was obvious to everyone how both of you always tried to act calm and nonchalant, however, there were often hints of something lingering in the back of your minds. Yet, none of you took the step to admit it.
And amidst the brotherly banter, Nico suddenly interrupted with a grin at the sight of their exchange. "What's going on? Who's checking out who?"
"Oh, just Jack ogling y/n," Luke teased, earning a chuckle from Nico.
"I'm not... ogling her!" Jack protested, though the teasing only fuelled his growing attraction.
"Well, I wouldn't blame you if you were. I mean, she looks really hot tonight," Nico chimed in with a mischievous grin. "I mean, if you don't make a move on her, someone else might."
And those words seemed to hit Jack like a splash of cold water, stirring a hint of jealousy in his gut at the thought of someone else showing interest in you. Especially a teammate of his. It was as if it was the push he needed to finally gather the courage to act on his true feelings.
So, as the event neared its end, Jack started to feel a little nervous about speaking his mind, which wasn’t usual for him. But as he prepared to bid farewell, determination surged within him. He simply couldn't let the night pass without expressing his feelings, without taking a chance on what could be.
Standing by the exit of the venue, Jack took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he was about to say. He then reached out, gently taking your hand in his, sending a jolt of electricity through you with his touch.
"Y/n, there's something I need to tell you," he began, his voice trembling slightly with nerves. "Tonight... tonight was different for me.”
“Jack, what do you mean?” you flashed him a crooked smile, slightly unsure what he was trying to say.
“I mean, I think… I think I realised that I have feelings for you, more than just friendship."
His words hung in the air, the weight of them palpable. And as you looked at him, your heart was beating faster than you’d ever experienced. You had to swallow hard as you processed his confession. But then he continued.
"I know this might come as a surprise, and I completely understand if you don't feel the same way," he added with a crooked smile, his gaze searching yours for any hint of a response. "But I couldn't let tonight end without at least trying to tell you how I fe-"
Interrupting him with a surge of confidence, you reached up and tenderly held his face in your hands, pulling him into a gentle kiss. And in that moment, as your lips were connected, Jack felt a rush of emotion engulf him, a sense of completeness and contentment unlike anything he had ever known.
There was a comfortable warmth spreading through him as his mind processed your actions, and though almost completely frozen, he still managed to respond with his hands finding your hips.
And as you slowly parted from the kiss, his heart couldn’t stop racing with a mix of excitement and relief. He looked into your eyes, trying his best to read your thoughts.
"Y/n, I... I," he started, uncertainty evident in his voice.
But you simply smiled softly, your fingers tracing his cheek. "Jack, I've been feeling the same way," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just didn't know how to say it."
Relief flooded through Jack, his tension easing as he released a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. "Really?" he asked, disbelief tinting his voice.
You nodded, a shy smile gracing your lips. "Yes, really."
And suddenly, it was like a giant wave of happiness washed over Jack, filling him with a warmth he hadn't felt in ages. Without another word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go.
"Shit, then I’m really happy I told you," he murmured into your hair, his voice brimming with gratitude.
"Me too," you replied with a light chuckle, planting a kiss on his chest. "I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I just didn’t want to risk… you know, our friendship in case you didn’t feel the same."
“Yeah… I guess I’ve just sort of realised… sorry it took so long,” he added with a sweet chuckle.
“Oh, you know, better late than never.”
And wrapped in each other's embrace, Jack knew this was where you belonged. Looking into your eyes, he vowed to do whatever it took to make you happy, to build a future together filled with love and laughter.
Meanwhile, a few feet away, Luke and Nico observed the sweet interaction between the two of you. And with a heartfelt chuckle, Luke turned to Nico with a smug expression.
“Guess I can call Quinn and tell him I won the bet then.”
“What was the bet on?” Nico inquired with a chuckle.
“Oh, just that he said they wouldn’t admit anything before one of them was in a serious relationship,” Luke explained. “But I didn’t think they’d ever get that far.”
“And clearly, you were right,” the captain let out a deep laugh.
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sstrwbrryccke · 2 months
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— bullying him pt.3 | sub soobin
part 1 | part 2
tags: loser!nerd!soobin x bully!mean!reader, gn reader, possessive reader, mentions of possessive acts, pet play slightly, dubcon, tons of public humiliation, public sex, bullying, mutual pinning with heavy denial, both are obsessed for each other, unhealthy relationships, reader is pretty sadistic, foot on crotch, exhibitionism, handjob, multiple orgasms, public fondling, fluff at end
tag: @zuzuhasablog
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you tapped an impatient foot on the ground, periodically checking your phone for the time. he was late by 2 minutes now, and you feel your irritation rise as you type snarky texts to him. how was it that you were the one who came early to the pity date? it was seriously ridiculous. shouldn’t he be on time to the date he looked forward to?
yn: where tf are you? loser: im sorry im sorry im so sorry im coming right now yn: im going to pull your hair out when i see you mutt. loser: im sorry please forgive me
if it turned out that he had stood you up, you were seriously going to rain hell on him. he’s going to get shoved into the locker, have his hair roughly grabbed and face thoroughly punched until he’s bloodied and bruised. though perhaps it wouldn't be that much of a punishment compared to your usual bedroom activities with him. he would probably enjoy the process too; as it meant all your attention was on him. you realised after a bit that he really was a desperate. masochistic. mutt. (or maybe he just craves your validation that badly)
just as you were cursing him out in your mind, you see a tall figure in the distance, stumbling and running towards you like the loser he is. you can tell he spots you as well because he quickly turns to the nearest reflective surface to fix his appearance and hair; even popping a mint in his mouth before running up to you. his face was pink, probably from the exercise— his plump lips pressing into an apologetic smile.
“sorry, i’m sorry i’m late.” he was slightly out of breath from running.
“sorry? fucking mutt. do you not respect my time? if you were any later i would’ve stood your ass up.” you shove him by the shoulder and he looks at you like a kicked dog.
he shakes his head profusely at your accusation, desperately trying to get back into your good favours.
“no— no! i’m, i, i’m so sorry. i respect your time, i’m so dumb i know.”
soobin degrades himself as he chews at his bottom lip, hoping he didn’t upset you enough for you to leave him. he had been thinking about this date all night, he could barely even get any sleep. if he messes up now he’ll never forgive himself!
“—you, you look amazing by the way.” he stammers, fingers fiddling with the hem of his sweater.
“i always look like this.” you deadpan, you didn’t bother to dress up more than you usually do in your school uniform. the most you did was pick out a simple, trendy outfit and brush your hair. bare minimum really.
“yeah you always look- i mean no, not that you don’t look amazing, always, because you do! but you look extra. amazing. compared to, usual…” he awkwardly stammers, making it worse for himself. he decides to just shut up before he embarrasses himself more and you ghost him.
“shut up and start walking, you loser.”
he follows behind you eagerly, glad you still want to hang out with him even after the most embarrassing stumble of his life. though to be honest, he stumbles like this quite a lot, and for some reason, you tolerate it (with only a few snide comments here and there). it was a few quiet seconds of walking, him being too afraid to speak up and you taking sly glances at him.
“why were you late?” you break the air, his head was lowered the entire walk, but he raises his head with your question. he was clearly nervous and sheepish as he averted his gaze.
“i… was picking an outfit.”
you give him a doubtful look and he continues, stuttering. “i— i didn’t know what style you liked. and… and i was trying to comply to your requests.”
ohhh... right, the request. you snicker to yourself. you forgot about that. it was just a small throwaway statement you texted him with no real thought behind it. you wanted to see if he would really follow through or not.
“so? show me.”
he’s nervous again, arms bracing himself as he glances around to check for people. soobin mentally hypes himself up before he pulls down his white turtleneck, showing you the silver collar around his neck. you cover your mouth with an audible pfft, laughing at him and he quickly rolls his turtleneck back up. god he was so foolish, but so obedient and cute.
“and? what about my other request?”
he looks at you wide eyed, stammering. “i, i can’t show you that!”
“did you do it?”
he blushes, hands clutching the edge of your hoodie, looking at you through his bangs. “please not here…”
he begs and you feel your heart soar. fuck, who taught him to act so cute? since when did the nerd know how to play sly? you clutch his crotch to feel for his cock and he silently whimpers.
“you didn’t wear any underwear, good boy.”
he trembles, moving away from your touch to look around, hoping no one caught you two. but his heart was in his throat and he was so excited about the praise you gave. so you liked what he did? he was over the moon. ‘good boy’, he repeated in his head. ‘good boy’.
it was unbearably adorable watching the cogs in his head malfunction, and you had to control yourself from ravaging him right here and there. you take the moment to appreciate his appearance, it was pretty obvious without him having to say so that he put a lot of effort into his outfit. he was wearing stylishly rimmed glasses, a jean jacket with a soft-lined collar, a white turtleneck and black pants. he also managed to get his hair under control, bangs carefully styled and curled.
you always thought he had looks, but this just proved how stunning he could look if he cleaned himself up. everyone else seems to agree too, and you notice the unsubtle glances thrown towards soobin. he stands out, tall and lean with a bunny-like charm. a few girls whispered and giggled, clearly blushing about him. but the attention twisted something dark in your chest, it grasped and dug its filthy nails into your heart. you wanted to lock him in your room and never let him see the light of day ever again. it was an insane thought process, deranged and unhinged. he wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a victim. you needed to get a grip.
you clutch his wrist tightly, pulling him along so he walks faster. he winces at the hold but lets you roughly handle him because it’s almost like you two are holding hands. he stares longingly at your hand and his, wishing you would interlock them again like you did yesterday. when you reach the mall, you watch with silent satisfaction as his eyes rake over the stores. there was a subtle pride you felt seeing him enjoy the choice you made.
“we have some time to kill before the restaurant reservation.”
he looks at you, eyes wide and plump lips smiling, you could almost see his irises sparkling. stupidly hopeful eyes. “you made a reservation for me?”
“don’t look at me like that. i just dont want to wait in line.”
he turns his gaze back to the front as you demand, but you can tell he is still giddy, ecstatic that you put even a sliver of effort into the date. it really didn't take much to satisfy him. even the slightest attention had him trembling. the two of you explore the mall, and naturally, soobin’s nerdy ass is drawn to the anime and manga stores. you tail behind him, mindlessly noting each thing he stares or geeks at.
while he was shuffling through the array of mangas, you pick out a shirt with a few familiar characters on it; you faintly remember soobin mentioning this show when you asked about his phone background. you tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, pointing to the shirt. “isn’t this your favourite anime?”
“oh! it’s limited edition!” he gasps out, excitement in his tone. taking the shirt from your grasp. his eyes widen in glee as he examines the details. the joy didn't last however, and soon he was putting the shirt back on the racks with a meek smile.
you raise an eyebrow “thought you liked it, nerd?”
he shyly looks at you, “yeah, but it’s too expensive.” he admits, clearly embarrassed. he feels like he was parading around his misfortune, look at this loser! no friends, no lover and now he doesn’t even have money. choi soobin, born on this earth and destined to be a loser.
“i’ll buy it for you.” your words cut through his thoughts. his cute hopeful eyes look up at you, and you interrupt him before he could utter out another word.
“but, you need to try it on for me first.” you continue, a pointed look on your face.
he pause for a second, the request was innocent enough, right?
☆★☆
he should’ve known, nothing was innocent with you. that's why he’s standing in the middle of the changing room with you sitting in the corner. a smirk on your lips.
“strip.”
he hesitates, but slowly shrugs off his jean jacket, he’s done this many times in front of you, and you’ve explored every nook and cranny his body can offer. but he never ceases to feel shy in his own skin, especially when you observe him like a collector would with a jewel. maybe its the setting that’s making him bashful, it feels borderline illegal to do such an act in the mall. even though many people have stripped down naked in the changing room, the way you make him feel is so sinful.
he takes off his turtleneck, exposing his bare chest, the silver collar complimenting his pale skin beautifully. it wasn’t much of a striptease and more of an activity he had to get over and done with, but it was still extremely arousing for you. watching him debase himself in his casual clothing. normally you only saw him in his school uniform (bruised, injured, crying, fucked out of his mind and all other similar variants), but watching him in his own clothing made you feel so much more powerful. like you had control and dominance over him even outside of school.
he awkwardly stands in the middle, half-naked. waiting for your next command. it didn't even take that much to train him! naturally so obedient.
“take off your pants too.”
he whimpers at this, clutching at his pants but not making a move. he begs you with his eyes, take pity on him please! not here!
“i’m… not wearing anything underneath”
“i know, take it off.”
“i, i, no, it’s.” he stammers, sweaty hands staining his pants.
“no? are you saying no to me?”
he shivers at your tone, nervously gulping. this didn't seem good at all. “i—!”his ears ring, reverberating in his chest. his right cheek was stinging red. “wh—“
you slap him again.
“mutts don’t talk.”
he shuts up at this, tears threatening to spill onto his glasses. you pull him forward by the silver collar and he helplessly stumbles as you tug him around. you observe the red slap marks on his cheeks, intertwined with his blush.
“you’ve been disrespectful since the beginning of the date. first you show up late and now you refuse to do something so simple? are you trying to make me mad choi soobin?”
he shakes his head desperately, a tear slipping down. he must be the lowest scum of the earth, because the rougher you treat him, the tighter his pants get. he isn’t a masochist he swears, but your attention (no matter good or bad) on him feels so good. he was so touch and attention starved, desperate for any kind of recognition from you.
“i’ll only repeat myself once, strip.”
he stumbles up, shaky hands quickly peeling his pants off his legs. his already hard cock embarrassingly erect and dripping the moment it’s exposed.
“look at that.” you coo, slapping his dick, making precum drip to the floor as he cries. “pretending to be so shy and innocent while you’re sporting a rock hard boner.”
he snivels pathetically, shaking his head and making his hair tousle around. the silver collar glints like a gem in the light. you chuckle cruelly. “okay, put your limited edition shirt on now.”
he bites back a whimper, he wanted you to touch him so bad. but he obediently slips on the shirt, it feels so dull against his skin, barely covering his cock. soobin rubs his thighs together, now more interested in you rather than the shirt. he wanted you to adore and spoil him, hell, spank him and hurt him too— just anything!
as if you read his mind, your hand reaches out, before you could even touch him, he starts trembling. you pull back with an amused smile and he immediately begins to cry and beg.
“no— no please touch me please touch me i’m sorry, i, i wanna, i wanna be good for you please!”
“bunny can’t even keep quiet?” you tease, putting your hands behind your back and he whines. the nickname thumping in his heart.
he starts again, though this time he tries to control his voice, suddenly aware that you two were still in public— only hidden away by a thin curtain. his bottom lip quivers as he moves closer to you, fingers meekly reaching out to grasp your hoodie. he leans his head on your chest and a small weak whisper escapes his pink lips.
“you already own me… so please just touch me…”
a shiver runs down your spine, holy shit this was dangerous. playing sly at first and now coy? he had an effect on you that you weren’t sure you liked. “i get it already so shut up and come here.” you lowly groan, pulling his body flush against yours. he tremors out a whine as you roughly grab his cock. he couldn’t complain though, because your warm hands were embracing him and touching him exactly where he wants. he melts in your hold, face comfortably nestled in the crook of your neck as you played with his cock. his groans and whines die down in your shoulder, and the way you thumbed his slit was almost domestic.
fuck what was this pathetic man doing to you? here you are in the changing rooms, letting this loser hug and sniffle into your shoulder as you jerk him off. the whole situation was bizarre and you were starting to feel lightheaded. weren't he supposed to be the one servicing you?
you press down on his cockhead particularly hard and he cries into your neck, biting the collar of your hoodie as you slide his cock underneath the limited edition shirt, rubbing him with the friction of the fabric. this sets him off, the motion just felt way too good, he keens into your fist, panting into your shoulder as he holds your hoodie tightly.
it was taking a little more than usual to make him orgasm, normally you would describe his orgasm speed as 'embarrassingly fast', but he seemed to be holding out for some reason. you give his cock an experimental squeeze and he just digs his face into your neck more. then it hits you, you haven’t given him permission yet. could he have been waiting for your verbal confirmation? maybe that's why he was squinting his eyes so tightly and biting down on your collar. just the thought itself sparked heat in your lower regions. it satisfied you more than you would like to admit.
so you lean down to where he was tucked, breath touching his ear.
“come for me”
it was a simple test on a guinea pig, cause and effect.
you eye him down as his body quivers, face flushing a thousand shades of red with an embarrassing amount of saliva wetting your hoodie collar. right after the command he releases, cock jittery and shaky as it spurts out come into the limited edition shirt. he finally lets go of your hoodie, taking a second to gain back his strength. when he comes to clarity, you can see the panic set in his throat. staring at the ruined limited edition shirt.
"what do we do? it's dirty now!"
"we buy it, what else?"
he hesitates and you raise a brow. "but, the, cashier she might, see this."
he vaguely gestures to the come stain on the shirt, right above his now flaccid cock.
"so? hurry up and change."
soobin seems troubled at your nonchalant response, but changes back to his outfit as you asked, timidly holding the ruined limited edition shirt. you shove the dollar bills in his hand.
"go up to the cashier, and pay."
somehow he summons up the courage to walk up to the counter, trying to ignore the feeling of his dick making contact with the rough jean fabric each time he took a step. it was all smooth at first, he let the cashier scan the item (making sure the stained patch was hidden), paid with the cash and felt the relief of freedom just as the cashier took the shirt to bag.
only for her to pause, soobin feels his palms clamber with sweat. she was staring at the shirt, an unreadable expression on her face before her eyes meet back with his.
"sir, it seems this shirt is stained."
god please just strike him down already.
"oh." he feels so dumb, only able to let out a sound in response. his tongue wasn't cooperating, how was he going to explain? what could he say? what should he say?
"ugh," the sound of exasperation makes him jolt. she's disgusted. she's definitely disgusted and he can never show his face in this store again.
"—it seems like the only one in stock. i'm so sorry for that sir."
she still doesn't know a thing. his heart was threatening to jump out of his throat. "it's, it's alright." his words came out weaker than he would've liked.
"are you sure si—"
"yes! yes! please give me that!" he couldn't help his sudden outburst, snatching the item from the poor lady's hands and running off in the opposite direction. he was dying from humiliation and his feet carried him like the wind over to you. he bit back tears as he faced you, bashfully showing you the receipt. it was times like this when he wishes he wasn't so tall, it would be so much easier to hide away in shame.
"what happened?" your introspective voice came through, he could hear your smirk.
"she saw the stain" he had to use all his willpower not to cry, hands clutching onto the shirt tightly. it was humiliating to admit, but a small part of him felt relief in his confession— as if the natural progression was for you to give him comfort and ease his anxieties.
"look at you soobin, so embarrassed and ashamed of your come stained shirt." you coo in your familiarly condescending yet comforting tone and he folds, nodding in agreement, tears brimming in his eyes. you rub his cheek, which was still red from the slap. it was such a surprisingly caring act that surprised both you and him, but he melted into your touch like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"you were so obedient bunny, let's go to the restaurant." he dumbly bobbed his head at the nickname. all he could think was how the humiliation was so worth the reward.
☆★☆
the cafe was packed, but it wasn't a big problem in the private booth. you tap your finger on the counter as you watch soobin go through the menu for the fifth time now. indecisive was his middle name.
"hurry up."
"what do you want?"
he's asked this for a millionth time now, could he really not decide without your input? the waiter has been standing there for a good minute. "dude, just choose what you want already. i'm getting impatient."
he purses his lips in clear panic, pointing to a random food item on the menu. "i'll, i'll have this!"
"an extra spicy jjamppong coming up." the waiter escapes quickly, leaving soobin with an exasperated and intimidated expression after having his order read out for him.
"what? loser can't handle spice?" you tease. he looks at you with a frown.
"i can eat spice!"
"right." the conversation ends there, but you weren't just going to just let him off like that. the table was so nicely set up after all, such a thick tablecloth.
"soobin, pull down your pants."
he immediately widens his eyes, looking around rapidly to see if anyone heard. "i, i don't know i,"
"calm down, no one can see under the tablecloth. pull it down." you rest your foot on his inner thigh, signalling to him. he lets out a shaky breath. your grin broadens as his hands travel down, shuffling his pants down to his knees. still paranoid, he takes another glance at the other customers.
you focus on something else entirely, your trailing foot to his exposed crotch to be exact. when the leather of your soles makes impact with his naked cock he wails before slapping a hand over his mouth. his thighs instinctively clamp around your foot, shivering and shaking his head. "mean, you're mean."
his bottom lip was quivering, thighs still clamped tightly as you pressed your foot down harder. "please." he whispers.
"hm?"
"please please ple—"
"here's your orders." the waiter interrupts with both of your orders, soobin glances at the man with terrified eyes, looking over at you in a silent prayer.
you smile graciously (you press harder on his cock) as you take the plates (his thighs shake and you rub your foot ever so slightly), what a nice waiter, of course, you had to start a conversation! (he tried to control his panting but his face was a scarlet red), turns out the waiter was born in japan, how very interesting (you start going in a circular motion and soobin nearly keens), his father met his mother during a road trip! (you knew from his expression that he was already leaking onto your shoes), wow and he's fluent in three languages (soobin's thighs are spasming and you were rubbing him hard, you can tell he couldn't hold it in anytime soon).
"it all started when i encountered a multilingual tourist as a child."
the conversation was a little redundant now, wasn't it? you were talking to the waiter, yet staring intensely at soobin in the eyes, a snicker on your lips. "come again?" you press down, and his body shudders, thighs so tightly squeezed around your foot it could almost cut circulation, he was curled in ever so slightly. shivering in the aftereffects of his second orgasm today.
"huh?" the confused tone of the waiter piques.
"nevermind, thank you for your time."
the waiter leaves, slightly befuddled by the conversation. while you turn your attention back to soobin who is breathing heavily with red-tinted cheeks. "wow, orgasming in a public space again, what a perv."
the words hit him hard in his chest and tears drop from his eyes, he could only let out a small 'sorry' in shame before dropping his head down. his sleeves come up to desperately wipe at his eyes and save some face, at least it was all over now and he could enjoy his meal in peace, hopefully!
"can... can i pull my pants back up now?"
"hmm can you?" you tease, and he pauses, unsure of how to approach the situation.
"can i please?" some begging would do the trick, right?
"you can if you jerk yourself off."
he pouts, and more tears drop on the table as he squeezes his thighs around your foot. but he obediently slides his hands down to try and make himself hard again. his cock was so so so sensitive to the sensation, but limp in his hands. it hurts to stroke, it hurts to touch. the longer it took for him to get it up the more he frowned and panicked.
finally, you had enough, you were just playing with him anyway, so you slide your foot off with a chuckle. he looks at you in confusion. "i was joking dumbass, put your pants back on."
you dig into your food, and soobin follows suit right after he shuffles his pants back on, looking up at you hesitantly. though the moment the food touched his tongue, all he could think was—spicy! now he was crying for an entirely different reason, he was never the strongest spice contender, and this was another league of spice.
you notice his discomfort, laughing when he ducks his head down. "too spicy?" "no..." he responds, surprisingly stubborn on this matter. he pettily eats another spoonful of noodles (swiftly to regret it). you just roll your eyes, watching him eat in amusement.
☆★☆
the date ended smoothly after, nothing else notable happened (other than some pervy touches and teasing from your side), back at your room again (it was a common occurrence for the two of you to stay in your room, he told you once he didn't enjoy staying in his home).
you flopped onto your bed while soobin shuffled in, putting his things neatly to the side and closing the door behind him. he stared at you as you typed messages to your friends (they had been filling up your notifications all day because you were ignoring them), he awkwardly stood near the foot of the bed.
"uhm, i, thank you, for today. i had fun." he starts bashfully.
"so you don't have fun with me every other day?" you deadpan and he stutters, being caught off guard.
"n—no that's, not what i—"
"i wasn't serious, idiot."
he shuts his mouth quickly, silent again and unsure of how to start up another conversation.
"god you're such a loser. look in that bag over there." you break the air, pointing to a grey bag you had been carrying for the whole day. he was curious about it but wasn't brave enough to ask. so when you gave him the go-ahead he didn't hesitate to dig his hand in. when he pulled out a box containing a figurine from his favourite anime, clear confusion was evident in his face.
"i didn't know you liked—"
"no shithead it's for you."
his mouth drops open, bunny-like eyes widening as your words start to register in his head. instantly he lights up visibly, smiling uncontrollably as he admires the figurine in his hands. it wasn't anything crazy, was rather affordable compared to the prices of other figurines, but soobin's heart soared at the gift and he felt like he was on cloud nine. you didn't pay attention to his reaction, or that's how it seemed, because you were secretly staring at every differing expression on his face.
"thank you... i, thank you so much..."
"it's not even a big deal, you're so dramatic."
but it was a big deal for soobin, he tenderly held the gift in his hands. this was the first time he's gotten anything from anyone other than his parents and occasionally aunt and uncle. it really did feel like the two of you were dating, even if nothing is official and the most accurate label on the relationship was 'bully and victim'.
"can i unwrap it?"
"i don't care."
he slowly unwraps the gift, taking the figurine out of the box carefully as he begins to admire all the details of the sculpture. you, on the other hand, admire him, no matter how much you deny it, there was something so addicting about both his happiness and pain. it hooked you on like a drug.
"sleep over."
he knew what you meant, in a seemingly harmless phrase. it often happened like this, an insignificant and passing statement. strange in retrospect, you were his bully and the door was right there, if soobin wanted to, he could make a run for it.
but the both of you knew he wouldn't. your attention was almost an obsession to him, no matter how good or bad.
"okay."
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wandasfawn · 2 months
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You asked for blurbs so..
Mommy Wanda with a bratty needy whore at the mall..?
YEAH :3
brat tamer mommy!wanda . . .
minors dni nsfw!
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wanda bending down to reach your level, eyes boring into your own and eyebrows furrowed in frustration after you’d begged her to go home for the hundredth time. she didn’t like to be rough with her girl in public, but you’d really tested her patience, and she was just about at the end of her tether.
taking your jaw between her fingers and squeezing your cheeks together, she loudly lectured you about being a “bad girl”, no matter the publicity of the store you were in, or despite who could hear, wanda didn’t care. she’d lectured you in public on a few occasions, and each time blossomed a feeling of embarrassment in the pit of your stomach.
“but mommyy… just wanna go home!” you’d whine, a lot quieter than wanda, your eyes darting around to see if anybody nearby noticed what was happening. you squirmed in an attempt to free yourself from her grasp, and wanda sighed out, frustrated that you wouldn’t just listen.
she ground her teeth together and began to stand up. “mommy isn’t done yet. stop being a brat, bunny. i know you can be my good girl.” she sparingly dismissed your behavior with a soft kiss on your forehead, but she didn’t let go of your cheeks yet as she ran her thumb along your lips.
despite the tingly feeling the action sent to your stomach, her words still sent a small wave of annoyance through your own body. mainly due to the harsh label mommy gave you, the word bringing a sharp pang of distaste to your throat, because you weren’t a brat, you were mommy’s good girl, you really were!
so you frowned, and although it wasn’t like wanda could take you seriously with your cheeks squished together to form a pout, nor at the way you had to look up at her through your eyelashes to meet her eyes, otherwise you’d be looking at the fabric of her shirt, a frown of wanda’s own appeared on her face at your expression, especially when she was willing to let you off, even when you were being bad. she couldn’t quite believe to the extent that you were persisting.
“don’t frown at me. good girls don’t frown.”
“or what?” you blurted, regretting your words as soon as they left your mouth.
wanda’s expression of concern disappeared and you were quickly met with a cold gaze and a clenched jaw as she picked up her shopping bags and took you by the hand and begun to drag you out of the mall. your heart immediately sunk with immense guilt, your eyes glued to her face in an attempt to read it as your legs tried to keep up with the pace she had set. wanda didn’t say a word, not even on your car journey home, that felt one-hundred times longer than it usually did.
in a way, she was giving you exactly what you wanted; though now, you couldn’t bring yourself to seek pride, neither succession. instead your heart thrummed in your chest with both shame and fear, knowing that there’d be a reason wanda had decided to take you home. you scolded yourself deeply for misbehaving, wishing you’d just kept your mouth shut and stayed with mama at the mall.
she placed her bags (full of new clothes and accessories for you that she liked look of, perfect to doll you up with) on the kitchen counter before practically dragging you up the stairs and into your room. she instructed that you sit on the bed with your hands flat on your lap like a good girl, and you obeyed, offering her a small, pathetic “m’ sorry,” that merely went unnoticed and hung your head in shame. wanda then walked over to the closet and pulled out a small, pink box from beneath it.
the scraping sound it made against the floor caused you to raise your head in curiosity, and once your eyes locked onto the object, a choked whimper left your throat. you didn’t want to speak, afraid it would only make matters worse, so you swallowed down your protests and eyed the box with wide eyes.
the recollections that flooded back to you quickly spiked you with nerves , remembering all of the times wanda would use the items in said box to play with you; blowing off some steam by shoving her biggest, pretty pink dildo inside of your hole and making you ride it until you sobbed despite the painful stretch.
she picked out a small paddle and sat on the bed beside you, before manipulating your body so that your stomach rested on her lap, and your face was buried in the soft pillows.
when wanda finally spoke, your ears perked up and your head rose from the fabric to hear her better, not wanting to anger her further by asking her to repeat herself.
“you know mommy doesn’t like to punish you, sweet girl, but you left me no choice...” wanda sighed. “you’ll count your spanks for all of the bad girl things you did today,” she rubbed the skin of your ass soothingly, and added, “for all of the times you upset mommy.” her voice was condescending and sweet and falsely pitying and it made your head swim and your heart ache.
you squirmed at her words as they rapidly sent an immense wave of regret over you. you didn’t mean to upset mommy, you just wanted to go home and be with her all by yourself, just the two of you together, with no icky people around or stores to go to or things to do. tears welled up in your eyes and you looked over your shoulder at her, apologizing again with a pout. her lips twitched and her eyes were darker than usual, and she only looked to you for a second before refocusing her attention to the smooth of your ass, humming down at her lap.
“mommy knows you were just so needy, sweepea.” she suddenly said, as if reading your mind. “but that doesn’t excuse your misbehavior. mommy told you many times that she wasn’t done, and you still persisted.”
you winced, “no! mama-”
“- and now you’ll take your punishment, bunny.” she picked up the paddle that was resting on her bed beside her thigh and gripped it firmly in her hand. “now be a good girl and count for mommy.”
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httpiastri · 3 months
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literally any driver: burying head in crook of neck, night kisses and shutting the other up with kisses
lacii my love <3<3 did this with lando, hope that's fine! merry christmas again, and i hope you enjoy this!! 😁
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"lando, did i tell you about that time when i first met my friend clara?" the words are flowing out of your mouth like you're spitting bars. your boyfriend doesn't even get a chance to answer your question before you've started talking again. "oh my god, it's a great story. you'll love it. so, i was in a french class when my other friend, sarah-"
lando is smiling subconsciously as you ramble on about your adventures, just as you have ever since he picked you up from the club. his fingers help you slip out of your heels – not that you even seem to understand what's going on, way too focused on speaking – before one of his hands lands on your waist. he takes a deep breath to keep his composure and hold back the laughter threatening to burst from his chest at your continuous gibberish, before he guides you to his bedroom with soft touches. he chuckles quietly at the way you almost take the wrong turn and end up in his kitchen, too engaged in your storytelling to remember the layout of his apartment. he isn't surprised, though, because;
alcohol always makes you blabber.
in most situations, you're not the most talkative, preferring to choose your moments to speak with great care. but when you start to get tipsy, it is like you are the world's greatest extrovert. even after getting just a little alcohol in your system, you talk to anyone with ears, somehow assuming that they're really interested in whatever you're ranting about.
thankfully, if you have your friends around, they usually drag you away by your arm, apologizing to the poor stranger to whom you've over-explained the storyline of your favorite movie.
lando learned about this side effect of your drinking early on in your relationship. on your third date, after sharing a few drinks at a local bar, you wouldn't shut up for half an hour, not giving him a second to interject with anything. he'd been surprised, but mostly confused, until he got your text message the following morning: oh my god, i did it... didn't i?
he'd tried to pretend he didn't know what you meant, wanting to put it all behind you, but you'd persisted. i didn't shut up. i never do when i drink. i'm sorry :(
lando was always one to be quick to forgive and forget, not wanting you to feel too bad. everyone does some questionable things when drunk, and he'd seen tons of people act worse than you did. but after that date, there would be uncountably many more occasions of you not being able to hold back when booze was in the picture. award shows, drinking games at home with friends, podium celebrations. once, he even found you outside a club after a race, sitting on the curb with one of your hands petting a stray dog as your other helped you explain the meaning of life. safe to say, he is used to your habits by now.
so tonight, when he picked you up from your night out with a few of your friends, he wasn't surprised that your mouth didn't shut once during the trip back to his apartment. you were excitedly telling him about the people you'd met and the drinks you'd had, so eager to explain every detail to your boyfriend when you were getting into the car that you forgot about everything around you and he had to lean across the console to put on your seatbelt for you.
most of the time, he finds your habit endearing. but sometimes, like right now, it gets just a little tiresome.
"and then, when jamie came around, she was like, what are you doing?, and i was like, i'm just having some fun!"
you're both sitting on the edge of his bed by now, after lando's helped you change into something more comfortable for the night, your mouth still running like you're one of the gilmore girls. you don't even flinch when his hands reach for your cheeks and he stares intently in your eyes – but he can't do anything other than smile.
lando loves your voice. he loves it when you're whispering something in his ear when you're out with friends, when you're ranting to him about some stupid coworker, and maybe especially when you're moaning and whining his name.
but now, he reckons you've talked enough for today. your vocal cords must be sore, and his ears are about to fall off, so it's time to call it a night – and he only sees one way to shut you up.
mid-sentence, lando leans in, pressing his lips to yours. he swallows the yelp you let out in surprise, one of his hands gliding to the back of your neck to keep you close. it doesn't take long for you to relax into the kiss, your lips moving with his while your hands reach for the neckline of his hoodie.
it's so easy to get lost in kissing lando. when he parts the kiss, you find yourself wanting to seal your lips again, already missing the feeling. your mind is now completely blank; all you can think of is the kiss. the man beside you laughs at your hazy expression, utterly amused by how you're suddenly quiet for more than five seconds (something he's sure hasn't happened yet tonight).
when you slowly open your eyes, the very content look on lando's face makes something click in your mind. he sudden kiss, his big grin...
"was i rambling again?"
the silence that follows gives you your answer, and you throw your head back as you let out a little groan. "hey, don't worry about it."
"i really didn't mean to. you know how it is, it just happens, and i don't really feel it as it happens, you know? it's just, the alcohol, it's not my intention. i actually told sarah today that-"
and for the second time, lando pulls you into him, quieting you down with his own lips. this time, as you (for the most part) understand what he's doing, you can't help but giggle into the kiss. your boyfriend matches your smile, taking your bottom lip between his teeth as a joking warning. he lets it flop back against your teeth as he pulls away to look at you again, but you've already lunged forward, head resting against his shoulder.
"i'm sorry," you start, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. "i really am."
his arms snake around your waist before he leans back against the bed, pulling you down with him and into his side. "don't be," he answers, one of his hands reaching up to the back of your head, stroking your hair. "it's cute. you're cute." you continue hiding in his skin and he makes himself more comfortable in bed, pulling the blanket over you both. "we'll talk more tomorrow, okay?"
he feels you shake your head. "i'm done talking. i've talked enough. you know those tiktok videos where you only have a certain amount of words you're allowed to say every year? that's me. i've run out of words, i used them all today."
"oh yeah, i can tell," lando chuckles, pressing his lips to the top of your head. "close your eyes, baby. tell me about those tiktok videos tomorrow."
"didn't you hear me? i said no more words. i won't talk tomorrow because-"
lando sighs. it's going to be a long night.
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babyvixen27 · 3 months
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Did you miss me? 18+ Minors DNI
Tommy Shelby/Younger Sister Reader!
Tommy goes away and comes back to find his baby sister has become a woman. Why is it hitting him so damn hard.
Warnings: Incest! DARK CONTENT! Tommy is low-key abusive and kinda crazy, If this is something that triggers, please don't read! Coercion, unsafe sex, name calling, possessiveness, misogyny, slapping, hair-pulling, manipulation.
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The patter of your bare feet echoes faintly down the corridor as you make your way to Tommy’s office. He had come home from a 3-month-long business trip, and no one had cared to inform you, letting you nap all evening to the gentle sound of rain. You knew he’d arrived when your eyes opened and not a sound was heard in Arrow House, as though all the life that’d been booming these past weeks had shriveled and died when his car pulled in.
He seemed to be in a worse mood than usual nowadays, you thought, hesitating at the handle. Smoothing your hair down, you push in and find him exactly as you imagined: a cigarette in one hand, whiskey in the other.
“You didn’t wake me,” you murmur, stepping further in, waiting for a sign of approval. You wouldn’t necessarily say you were a docile young woman; usually, it was quite the opposite. But there was something in your older brother's gaze that always made you feel small, and you twiddled your toes into the carpet, squirming under it now.
“Didn’t want to bother ya’,” he grunts, finishing his drink in one swig, motioning you in with his fingers. “You been walking around like that while I’m gone?” He says, running his eyes down your scantily clad body, making your cheeks burn.
“It's my house too,” you giggle, giving him a twirl, silk red slip shining in the firelight. “You busy?” you hum, padding around his desk and standing just before him, looking down into those pretty cold eyes.
Tommy watches your every move closely. It had been a while since he’d seen his baby sister, and oh how much can change in so little time. Your smooth skin shines under the dim lights, womanly figure peeking through the translucent fabric of your dress, and he ignores the sudden pull in his belly.
“Just tired,” he grumbles, letting his eyes fall shut as you step between his legs, soft hands resting on his shoulders, letting out a low groan as you begin to rub circles into the muscles. “I missed you,” you whisper. You really did, despite his ill temper and lack of conversation skills. You always found comfort in him; he had taken on the role of your protector, and despite his tough exterior, you knew he had a soft spot for you.
Tommy leans back in his chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he looks up at you. "Missed you too, love," he admits, his voice a bit softer than before. The tension in the room seems to ease a little as you continue to massage his shoulders.
“You barely called,” you pout, plump pink lip glimmering, and the brief image of biting down on it flashes through his head.
“M’here now,” he cuts you off, running his large hands up your hips, settling on your waist as he pulls you towards him. “Off to bed with ya’. I’ve got work to do, and you’re coming in with me tomorrow.” Tommy’s dominance always seemed to take up all the air, leaving no room for arguments. You couldn’t help but feel out of place in his presence. Such a delicate little thing, with your bows and lace, like a flower growing in the dead of winter.
You offer a soft smile, leaning down to peck him on the cheek before straightening up. "Fine, fine. But only because you missed me," you tease, giving him a quick wink.
Tommy smirks, rough fingers tracing patterns on your waist. You pull away, sighing as his hands leave your body, and make your way to the door. “Goodnight, Thomas. It’s good to have you back,” you hum, disappearing down the corridor, leaving him with the familiar dizziness he gets whenever you two interact.
Pouring himself another drink, he thinks back to your sweet scent, the feel of your soft lips on his cheeks, the slope of your perky tits in your dress. Slamming the glass down with a grunt, he clears the images from his head and begins to tackle his work, drowning any more thoughts of his baby sister with another bottle.
The next morning, you stood at the door, bouncing on your heels while you wait for him to come down. All these days wandering around the house have left you with little need for dressing up. So, you pulled out a pretty pink dress you’d been saving, curls held up in a loose tie, and a little more makeup than usual. Heavy footsteps pulled you from your thoughts as your brother made his way past you, grumbling a faint "morning," barely sparing you a glance. Running to catch up to him, you clamber into the passenger seat, crossing your arms with a huff, and stare him down. "Well?"
Tommy looks you over, pulling a long drag from his cigarette as he takes in your kohl eyes and pink lips. His gaze drifts lower to the low-cut neckline and further to the bunched-up fabric on your plush thighs. A million words rush through his brain, and he settles on, "You look nice," keeping it curt as he begins the drive. He smirks as you scoff and turn your body towards the window.
The office was buzzing as usual, men running around like worker ants past you while Tommy stepped out to speak with someone. A light tap on your shoulder makes you whip around, meeting the bright faces of your older brothers: Arthur and John, as they sweep you up into a grapple. Giggling, you try to break free as they tickle and tease you before you’re all interrupted by the sound of Tommy clearing his throat at the door.
“It’s not proper for a lady to be acting this way in front of strangers,” he says slowly, a frown pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Ah, come on, Tommy, we was just teasing our baby sister,” Arthur laughs as John tugs a free strand of your hair. “Get off me, you big idiots!” You laugh, smacking them both as you all come down from the high. Arthur and John release you, straightening up with amused smirks on their faces. Tommy's expression remained serious, a mix of annoyance and something else bubbling beneath the surface. "Teasing or not, this is a place of business," he growls, his voice low. "We have a reputation to uphold.” He finishes, moving between you and your brothers, placing a firm hand on your lower back to guide you towards his office. You roll your eyes playfully but allow him to lead you away.
As you walked, Arthur and John exchanged amused glances behind Tommy's back; they weren’t immune to your womanly traits. Despite you all having a strong bond, Tommy had always placed an unspoken claim over you. You were just happy to be with your loving brothers. The rest of the day went by in the same fashion, them finding ways to tease and touch you, showering you with compliments as Thomas looked on with a scowl.
He was fed up as he packed up for the day, practically dragging you to the car and speeding home in silence. The tension in the car was palpable as Tommy drove back to Arrow House. The sound of the engine roared in the silence, and you couldn't help but fidget in your seat, glancing at your brother from time to time. His jaw was clenched, and his grip on the steering wheel was tight. As the car pulled into the driveway, he parked it with a screech, the sudden halt causing you to stumble forward. The air was heavy, and you hesitated for a moment before breaking the silence.
“Have I done something wrong?” You ask, voice soft and laced with confusion. Tommy took a deep breath before he spoke, trying to keep his emotions under control “Yer a fucking woman now, y/n.” He snaps, “giggling and bouncing around like a whore isn’t a good image for the Shelbys.” Eyes widening, your lips open and close as you try to find the right words, stomach-churning in shame. “I didn’t think-” “Of course you don’t,” he interrupts. He knows he's being harsh, but as he glances back at you and sees the strap of your dress slip down your shoulder, the remainders of his resolve break away, grabbing a handful of your hair he pulls you in for a searing kiss. 
You freeze, feeling him groan against your lips as he holds you in place with one hand, the other moving its way up your thigh. With a jolt, you push on his chest and scramble as far away as you can in the tight space. “Why- I don't understand” You whimper, watching his eyes darken as they take in your trembling body. “You’re a woman now y/n” He repeats, “I know that you see the way men look at ya’” He murmurs, moving closer, “like yer a fuckin’ peace of meat. Like they’d pay anything for a chance between those pretty legs,” he says, grabbing your ankle and pulling you down the seat, settling between your thighs. “You’re mine. Always have been. Since you were a little girl playing in the mud” Whispering into your neck, he punctuates each word with a thrust, you can feel his hardness bumping against your panties and the reality of it all kicks, tears finally beginning to pour.
 “Please Tommy” your voice barely over a whisper, “You’re scaring me”. He shushes you gently, placing soft kisses down your neck, pulling down the straps to your dress slowly, as he hungrily takes in the exposed flesh, breath catching as the fabric moves past your breasts. They bounce out, nipples hardening in the cool air and he curses under his breath reaching up to cup one on each hand. “But you’re my brother” You squeal, as his thumb brushes over the peaks, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. “All the more reason” He chuckles darkly, “who better to own you than your flesh and blood”. 
Pulling you in for another kiss, you relax slightly as his words ring in your head. You had noticed the looks you’d get, the special treatment, the passing comments. You also knew that you would eventually have to find a man who wasn’t as scary as the rest, trusting him to build a home, a family. Maybe Tommy was right. He had always been there, keeping you safe and comfortable. He was in no way unattractive, strong jaw and plump lips with a strong physique that you knew the women that were bold enough to mess with the Peaky Blinders swoon over. You feel dizzy and confused as the thoughts run through your head.
“Focus on me mouse” He laughs, noticing you drifting away. Deepening the kiss, his tongue slips past your lips and you moan softly as it dances with yours. Pulling away, you’re both flushed, panting harshly into each other's mouths, lips swollen and wet, connected by a string of spit that you coyly lick off his lip. 
Raising his brow, his hand wraps around your throat, giving a warning squeeze. “Tell me you’re untouched” He whispers, “Tell me no man has gotten to my baby sister while I was gone” 
You feel a cold rush over you, you think of lying but you’ve never been a very good liar and you know it's only going to make it worse. Instead, you look away from him, wanting to curl up in a ball of shame and disappear as you feel his fingers tighten slowly. “Tell. Me.” He spits, and all you can do is whimper, hoping he takes pity on your shaking frame. Suddenly, your airflow is cut off, hands flying up to grip his wrist while he tries to take deep calming breaths. “Who was it?” He whispers, giving you a quick slap when you don’t respond immediately. “who the fuck was it” he seethes, loosening his grip so you could speak. “Please don’t hurt him, Tommy! it was only once and I was the one who asked” You ramble, it was the truth, as ridiculous as it sounded and you prayed your brother would listen to you and spare the poor boy you’d jeopardized so foolishly.
“You…asked?” he repeated slowly and it was like a new wave of anger washed over him as he stormed out of the car, moving around to your door, yanking out by your arm. He led you to his bedroom, past the maids, past Frances who could do nothing but look away to give you some shred of dignity. and threw you onto the floor.  
You scramble towards the bed but he stops you with a hand on your ankle tugging you towards him and raising you by your hair to your knees in front of him. “All this time, my sweet baby sister, our littlest Shelby” He laughs mockingly, “all this time… nothing but a whore who begs men for cock.” Your heart burns at his words and your tears cloud your vision as you babble out an apology “I promise Tommy, I was only curious, it was just once, please I'm so sorry” you cry, grabbing onto his leg as he looks down at you. With a firm grip on your chin, he raises your face to look up at him and swipes his thumb over your lips. “what did you do?” He asks softly. “We just kissed and then he-, he put it in and he pulled out so I wouldn’t get pregnant. I’m so sorry” You whimper, hoping your honesty would appease him. You hated to disappoint him, even as a little girl, you’d do everything you could so that he’d be proud of you. Crying for days on end when you’d done something wrong in his eyes and he’d give you the silent treatment. 
“Did you cum?” He asks, to which you shake your head and confess you don’t know what that feels like. You’ve never even touched yourself. His anger is boiling below the surface but your confessions have cooled him a bit and seeing you on your knees, gives him an idea. 
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He commands, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling his cock out, giving it a few tugs. Your eyes widen, watching his fist stroke up and down his huge length. It was probably twice as big as your lover, a thick vein running up the side to his fat pink tip leaking a sticky white fluid. You obey his command and he slaps it on your tongue, groaning as he gives a couple of shallow thrusts. 
“This is a real cock y/n '' He chuckles, noticing the fear in your eyes. “Be a good little girl for me and stay still while I fuck yer slutty mouth.” You had heard about this from the maids, thinking back on their gossiping you remember to keep your teeth out of the way, closing your lips over the head and giving it a hard suck. Tommy stumbles slightly, breath hitching as his hands fly to either side of your head, pushing you into the side of the bed, you know you’ve done the right thing. 
 “Don’t forget to breathe” is all the warning you get before he plunges forward, your nose hitting the dark curls at the base making you gag and your eyes water. He doesn’t let you adjust, setting a brutal pace as he fucks your face, balls slapping your chin with each thrust and all you can do is focus on not throwing up, placing your palms on his thighs to try to hold him back. 
“Fuck” He grunts, looking down at his dick disappearing down your throat and he smiles as he watches you struggle. Pulling out, he watches the spit spill down your chin, using his tip to spread it over your pretty face. “Put my balls in your mouth” he hums, continuing to stroke as you look up at him dumbly. “Don’t make me fucking repeat myself.” You quickly try to do as he says, cheeks burning bright red at the dirtiness of it but the sound that he lets out you give them a gentle suck makes a little pride bloom in your chest. You continue like that for a while, alternating between the two, you don’t know how much time has passed but his thrust begins to stutter, and with a loud groan your mouth fills with liquid. “Don’t swallow” He breathes and you try your best to hold it all in your mouth but there is so much that it spills past your lips. He pulls out panting and slaps your cheek, “Let me see”. You open wide, showing the creamy white mess on your tongue and he leans to spit on top of it before ordering you to swallow. “Good fuckin’ girl” He chuckles. 
Before you have a chance to catch your breath, he's tugging you up to stand, pulling you into his chest by your waist and smothering you in a wet kiss. You fall back together on the bed, sweaty skin sticking to the sheets and you each shred the rest of your clothing. The feeling of your bodies pressed against one another is electric, fitting into each other perfectly like you were made for the other. Tommy’s hand slips between your bodies, smirking when he feels the pool of slickness between your folds. “So good for me baby, look how wet you are” He breathes in your ear and you whimper as his fingers rub slow agonizing circles on your clit. “Please Tommy” You whine, raising your hips to try to get more friction. “Please what? You beggin’ me the way you did that fuck?” He growled, feeling his anger flare up again but you quickly shake your head with a cry. “No! No, I’m not, I didn’t, please I'm sorry, it was nothing like this” You babble as his fingers pick up speed and you feel an almost painful tightening in your belly. “It-It hurts Tommy” you whine out and he laughs at you, “Just relax baby, take what I give you” 
Panting, you nod your head, desperate to please him, and feel your thighs begin to shake from the intensity. “Fuck oh my god, Tommy” You breathe and he gives your clit a slap, murmuring for you to watch your language before continuing his quick pace. Finally, you feel the coil in your belly burst and you scream as your cunt gushes. “My perfect girl, all mine.” he moans into your neck, moving suddenly between your legs, hands behind your knees raising your legs to your shoulders as he settles over you, angling his now-hard cock down into your entrance. 
“Wa-wait Tommy '' you mumble, still coming too from the intense orgasm but Tommy has already begun to push in, spearing you slowly. The burn is a lot, you’d only done this once, months ago, and with someone much smaller, and you couldn't help but try to push his hips away as each inch made it harder to breathe. “Fuck, such a tight little cunt, feels like I could cum just from putting it in” He pants, losing himself in the wet warmth of his little sister. He’d dreamed of this moment for years, fantasies that he tried to push to the darkest, furthest part of his mind. On the days that they would roar for attention, he would indulge in a pretty prostitute that reminded him of you. Whether it was your hair or your eyes, he would fuck them like a starved animal. 
Now here you were, so small under him, so vulnerable. His hips set a cruel pace from the start, giving you little time to adjust. You could barely breathe, he had you folded up, resting his weight on your chest as you let out little “Ah’s” with each thrust. “Please slow down” You try to say but he swallows it down in an open-mouthed kiss, groaning as you clamp down on him when he goes a little too deep. “Nasty little cockslut” He spits, straightening up, placing your thighs over his hips to reach a new angle. He can watch your tits bounce this way, spitting on them before giving them a firm slap. You can’t stop watching the bulge on your stomach that appears every time he thrusts in. “You’re so deep” you breathe, squealing when he presses down on it. 
Without pulling out (or warning), Tommy flips you on top of him. Giving your ass a smack, you take the hint and begin to bounce. Having to do the work while he watches you flusters you, making you lose your pace but another sharp spank puts you back on track. “Do I feel good Tommy?” You purr, feeling a newfound power as you watch his face contort every time you squeeze him. “Like fucking heaven baby” he growls, leaning up to suck on your bouncing tits. You keep up a steady pace, feeling the coil building again, but suddenly Tommy shoves you forward, pulling you into his chest as he pistons his hips up at an animalistic pace, hitting the perfect spot inside you that makes you see stars.
You scream, all shame leaving your body as you barrel over the edge, sticky cunt gushing over his dick, making a mess over his thighs. “Gonna pump you full mouse, make you mine forever. Say it.” He grunts. “I’m yours, Tommy, I’ve always been. I belong to you” You purr, smiling at the choked sound he makes when he digs in as far as he can, warmth filling your walls as you both breathe heavily. He holds you there, stroking gently up and down your spine while you play with curls on his chest. “I will find his name” he murmurs into your hair.  
“I love you Tommy” You whisper, eyes falling shut. 
“I love you too” 
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First fic on here ! Im a little nervous hehe. Also not proof read! I just wanted to pump out my dream last night. Please let me know what you think!! It means a lot :)🤍
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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : fornication
↳˗ˏˋchoso x readerˊˎ˗ ↴
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content: church girl reader, mutualish pining, goth choso, college au
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: marijuana, drugged sex, sex under the influence, car sex, missionary, creampie, piercings. lemme know if i missed any
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ notes: this is the rewrite i was talking about. enjoy <3
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choso kamo is the typical bad boy. ears full of piercings, two black snake bites in his lips, one silver stud in his tongue, and a giant black wing tattoo that curls over his shoulders.
don’t get it twisted, he’s brilliant. a straight scholarship kid who just doesn’t look the part so professors tend to ignore him or keep an eye on him more. not that he cares,choso doesn’t care about anything.
except the pretty pastor's daughter with a body that won’t quit, and a smile that could make even the toughest guys weak in the knees. choso finds himself inexplicably drawn to her, constantly seeking her attention and finding ways to impress her. despite his rebellious exterior, he's willing to go to great lengths to win her over and prove that there's more to him than meets the eye. 
choso isn’t a religious man,despite the silver cross his mother gave him that he constantly wears might say, but he’s sure god used his own hands to make you . he often finds himself marvelling at your beauty, believing that you must be a work of divine artistry. choso is captivated by your presence and feels a deep connection that goes beyond mere physical attraction. 
during the week,h e flirts with you at school, subtle innuendos you’d roll your eyes at, light touches to your arms and hands that had him blushing way more than you were.
you’d catch choso at the back of the church watching you rehearse the keyboard, your delicate fingers flying over the keys, eyes closed as you hum along to the melody. he finds himself mesmerised by your talent and the passion you exude while playing. 
he’s whipped and he’s not ashamed to admit it.
after another saturday rehearsal, you shut the lid on the keyboard and stood, smoothing your dress down.
choso cheers for you from the back pews, and you wave.
“ugh, it’s that kamo boy,” one of the choir members scoffs next to you. “he looks even worse than usual.”
you giggle, "i think he changed his lip piercings. it's like he's trying to outdo himself every time." the choir member rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “and how do you know that?”
you shrug. “an observation.”
you approach him with your hand behind your back. “you’re here.”
“wouldn’t miss it, maybe one day you can play something just as sweet for me.”
“i’ll think about it. any plans tonight?”
choso runs his hands through his messy hair, “suguru’s giving me a new tattoo, you should come get one.”
you roll your eyes playfully. “i’ll think about it. wish i could come watch but my mama insists i press my hair.”
“press?” 
“you’ll see what it is if you come for service tomorrow.”
“i don’t think sky daddy wants someone like me in his house on his holy day,” choso chuckles.
“the lord doesn’t judge based on appearances or tattoos, choso. plus, i'm pretty sure he'd appreciate your unique style." 
“can’t argue with that. let’s make a deal: you go out with me after school on monday; i’ll come to service next sunday, piercings out and all.”
you put your finger on your chin, “you’re tempting me, you don’t have to take your piercings out, i quite like them.”
choso feels his face flush. “in that case, i’ll ‘come as i am’, see you monday, doll.” he gives you finger guns and strides out of the church.
you sigh dreamily, “he’s so cute.”
               ‍              ━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━
 monday rolls around and choso comes to your lecture hall after hours. he’s surprised seeing your usual slick back afro puff replaced with silky, smooth hair.
“y/n?”
you turn to face him,tucking a strand behind your ear, “oh hi choso!”
“you—your hair.”
“yeah?”
“it’s…different.”
you nod
“you look great. like wow. it’s different, i love it.”
you giggle. “thank you. did your tattooing session go well?”
choso snaps out of his daze. “oh right,it did. but it’s in a secret place.” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, “maybe i could show you tonight.”
“it’s good to have confidence,” you laugh, “where are you taking me?”
choso scratches the back of his neck. “that... is a great question.”
you stare at him with eager eyes, curious to see what he comes up with.
“everything i can think of won’t be daddy-approved. can’t have you sneaking out.” he finally says, hoping you bring up something.
“you know i live on campus right?”
well shit 
“oh…well…i did not think this far.”
“mmm, well what do you like to do for fun?”
“drink and smoke with my friends until i can’t see.”
you laugh. “sounds fun, i’d like to do that.”
“really?”
you nod enthusiastically.
“smoke and drink?” he repeats to make sure you know what you’re talking about.
“yes”
“oh….oh, wow. okay. i’ll come pick you up at seven?”
“sure. i’m in building 3-b. just meet me outside. i have to go now” you walk past him, giving him a cute wave
a few students start to shuffle in the hall, and choso quickly scurries out, buzzing with excitement.
               ‍              ━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━
choso pulls up in building 3-b in his sedan a little before seven, hoping you won’t make fun of him for being early. he’s so excited to see you even satoru made fun of him for it. satoru and suguru, the sweethearts they are, agreed to let him hang out with you alone. would you let him go all the way? 
you’re probably some sweet , bashful virgin. 
he can picture it now—you lying under him, trying to hide your warm face.
‘choso, go slow please.’ 
his toes are curling thinking about it.
he’ll go slow for you. take his time with—
sharp knocking scares the fuck out of him. it’s you in an oversized black t-shirt. you wave and open the door. “hey you.”
“hey. what’s on your head?”
“uh..a bonnet?” you touch the purple satin.“it’s to protect my hair.”
“ohhhh,cool. it’s cool looking.”
“thank you. so when do i get to meet these friends of yours?”
choso feigns disappointment. “satoru is busy with his girlfriend and suguru has a session; it’s just me and you tonight. sorry, doll”
you pout. “that’s fine,i’m sure we can have plenty of fun together.”
“i bet we can.”
               ‍              
choso drives you to a mini mart parking lot,parking in the far corner.
“you want to go shopping?” you giggle.
“it’s just something i do cause i get hungry when i smoke so i don’t have to drive and get food. reach in the glove compartment and pull out the bag.”
you do so and pull out a ziplock bag stuffed with weed and one orange pipe.
“wow.” you turn it in your hands, examining it. “don’t you get worried about getting caught?”
“nah.” choso takes it from you, “suguru’s dads a cop ,he’ll do me a solid.”
you watch with curious eyes as choso breaks up a nug and stuffs it into the pipe.
“here’s what we’re gonna do; have you heard of shotgunning?”
you shake your head no.
“ugh, you’re so cute,” choso chuckles. "shotgunning is when one person takes a hit and then blows the smoke into another person's mouth. it's a way to share the high. wanna try?”
you hesitate for a moment, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "i've never done this before, but sure, why not?" 
you watch him flick the small blue lighter and bring the flame to the bowl. his chest puffs out as he inhales. he lets out his breath, and smoke flows out of his mouth. 
you can't help but be intrigued by the swirling smoke, its ethereal dance captivating your attention. as you watch, a sense of anticipation builds within you, wondering what it’ll feel like to experience this shared high. 
you wave your hand in front of your face. “smells weird”
choso waves through the cloud. “s’fine. when i inhale,you bring your face closer, i’m gonna pass the smoke to you,okay?”
you think for a second then snicker. “so you’re spitting in my mouth?”
choso chokes on his spit, “uhhhh…”
“i’m kidding. come on,i wanna try” you bounce eagerly in your seat.
choso takes another hit before beckoning you closer. you lean over the centre console, and he holds the back of your neck to keep you steady. as you lean in, the scent of the smoke becomes more intense. choso's grip on your neck feels firm yet gentle, creating a sense of intimacy in the moment.  his lips part, and you instinctively inhale, filling your lungs with hot air.
you pull away and cough when the sharpness of the smoke gets you, hitting your chest a few times. choso chuckles softly, patting your back to ease your coughing. "don't worry, it takes some getting used to," he reassures you. "but hey, at least you gave it a try!" 
you wave dismissively,tears filling your eyes. “lord have mercy on my poor lungs. i don't think i'll ever get used to this." choso chuckles again, his eyes filled with amusement. "well, smoking is not for everyone," he says, his voice tinged with understanding. "but if you ever change your mind, i'll be here to teach you. does baby want another hit?” he waggles the pipe at you
“sure.”
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choso shows you how to use the pipe, but after a while, your fuzzy brain barely registers his instructions, and you burn your finger.
he watches you suck on the digit, your plush lips hollowed around it. unconsciously, he licks his lips, imagining what they would look like around his cock instead.
“choso?” you sigh dreamily, breaking him out of his trance. he quickly averts his gaze, trying to hide the desire that had momentarily consumed him. "yes?" he responds, his voice slightly strained. 
you turn in the seat so you’re facing him,eyes droopy, “i’m having fun.”
he leans forward, “yeah?”
you reach up and touch one of his snakebites. “mhm. “these are pretty on you, you know. ”
“you’re the first person to call ‘em that.”
“well,they are— boop.” you poke his nostril piercing and giggle. “can we shotgun again?”
“sure. yeah.” he lights the pipe and takes a hit. he opens his dry mouth and waits. you lean in too,letting your lips drift together as much as possible without cutting off your air supply.
you let your lungs fill with smoke, not coughing this time. one of your hands comes to grasp the base of his neck,making choso shiver. you release a shaky breath and swallow. “can i kiss you?”
choso gasps “yeah. fuck yeah.”
your mouths melt together in an open-mouth kiss,sending sparks under your skin. as the kiss deepens, you feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins. the intensity between you and choso grows, and the world around you fades away.  the hand on his neck trails down his body,over his chest and belly, and down to the growing bulge in his sweatpants. you palm it, and he groans,breaking the kiss for a moment to catch his breath.  
“wait.”
you whine and try and kiss him again,missing his mouth and getting his cheek.
“do you really wanna do this?” he asks.
you pout and rub his crotch again. “mhm.”
he’s rock hard now but he has to stand firm.
“you want your first time with me?”
you pull back a little and give him a confused look. “what?”
“what?”
“first time?”
choso blinks. “aren’t you a virgin?”
he can see the wheels turning in your head. then you snort. “i’m not a virgin”
he doesn’t even know how to feel. that was definitely not what he was expecting. he tries to process the information, his surprise evident on his face. "wait, you're not a virgin?" he asks, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and curiosity. 
“i’ve had sex before. i’m not some prude just cause my daddy’s a pastor”
“oh—“ he says dumbly as he struggles to find the right words to respond. the revelation has left him feeling slightly off balance, unsure of how to proceed in the conversation. 
you lean in and suck his bottom lip. “but i can pretend i am if you want.”
choso moans quietly, “just…kiss me again”
so you do, tugging on his sweats too.
choso lifts his ass and pulls down his pants,his dick springing free.
“no undies?” you ask.
“it’s laundry day.” he grins.
you hum and shyly wrap your soft hand around his dick. choso involuntarily bucks into the touch,hissing. his other hand secures itself on the back of your seat,giving you easy access to him. you continue to stroke him, feeling his hardness grow in your hand. choso's breath becomes ragged as you explore his length, teasing him with gentle strokes and tight grips. the car's windows fog up as the heat between you intensifies, and you can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of taking things further. 
you thumb his slit and slide your hand down the jacobs ladder,  feeling the ridges and piercings that adorn his shaft. choso's moans fill the car, encouraging you to continue your exploration. the anticipation builds, leaving you both eager to indulge in the pleasures that lie ahead. , “i figured you’d be pierced here too,” you comment.
“y-yeah?”
“mhm,thought about it when i touched myself,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. choso's eyes widen with surprise, his own desire evident in the way he bites his lip. 
choso draws in a sharp breath. “you—jesus christ. i’m so fucking hard my dick is gonna explode,” he groans, his voice thick with need. 
you laugh breathily and give him a slow pump. “what do you want choso?”
“let’s go to the back.”
you both awkwardly squeeze over the console into the backseat, enjoying the extra space.
“take those shorts off,” choso commands,squeezing the base of his cock.
you nod and reach under your shirt to tug your shorts and pants off, both items soaked on the crotch.
“lemme prep you,” he commands.
you lay back on the seat with spread thighs,anticipation buzzing through you.
choso runs his rough hands under your shirt,kneading the fat of your breast. shit you didn’t wear a bra.
one hand slides between your bodies to rub clumsily at your clit. you gasp and drop your head back. as the pleasure intensifies, you can't help but moan softly, feeling a rush of desire coursing through your veins. 
in his hazy mind,choso can’t be bothered with prep, he just swipes his fingers through your wetness a few times before plunging two fingers into you.
the sound you let out is almost a yelp—choso laughs against your neck and nips at the skin under his lips. the sensation of his fingers inside you sends waves of pleasure through your body, causing your moans to grow louder. choso's confident movements and the feeling of his lips on your neck drive you closer to the edge, making it hard to control your desire. 
the ‘prep’ is just him scissoring and pumping his fingers out of you,stretching you out a little bit for his cock.
“choso, please,” you mewl,sucking on his neck.
“fuck, baby.” he rasps in your ear and pulls his fingers out and grips his dick.
you nod and lift your shirt,watching him position his cock against your hole.
the feeling of his piercings sliding along your walls makes you cry out in ecstasy. choso groans the whole time your tight heat engulfs him. his toes curl, and he exhales sharply.
“big, you mutter. “so good.”
you both stay still in the hazy car,steadying your breathing.
“too fucking hot,” choso mumbles,fidgeting with his shirt. he pulls it off and you finally see the new tattoo on his peck. it’s some kind of symbol.
“what’s that?” you point.
“just some band symbol.” he rubs one of your thighs, “i told you i’d take you to get your cute ass inked.”
he spanks your thigh without warning, making you clench and whine.
“didn’t anyone ever tell you tattoos are a sin, mr. kamo?” you muse.
“so is premarital sex babe,” he shoots back.
you shut him up by kissing him and rolling your hips upwards slowly.
“this fucking pussy,” choso moans,bucking his hips forward, driving his cock deeper in you. “never wanna fucking leave it.”
his hands keep your shirt pulled up below your chin so that when he looks down, he can get a good view of his dick pumping in and out of your pretty little cunt, and when he looks up, he can see your tits bouncing.
choso licks his thumb and brings it to your clit.
“o-oh!” you moan out, throwing your head back in pleasure as he starts to rub circles; it’s good: his thrusts are harsh and rough, fast and maybe even a little sloppy as he starts to try to bring the both of you to orgasm, but he rubs your clit almost at antagonising slow pace, and it shouldn’t feel this good, but it does. “just like that!” your hands find purchase in his hair, and you grip the dark strands, moving your hips to meet his.
“you’re so fucking sexy, y/n” he wheezes, “god i fucking want you, want you so bad.”
“w-want you too, choso.” you lift your head to kiss him again,sucking his studded tongue in your mouth. “for so long,but you’re so dense.”
choso chuckles, “fuck keep squeezing like that— not my fault.”
you lick your lips.“i’ve been—nngh—dropping hints for weeks.”
choso presses down on your tummy,rocking his hips so you could feel him in your stomach. “well i’m a fucking idiot then.”
“o—oh choso,i’m gonna cum!” you squeal at the way the tip of his cock is pressing into something mind melting. 
you try your best to hump him,lifting and dropping your hips sloppily. choso grits his teeth and growls, “gonna cum, baby, where do you—?“
“inside,” you interrupt. “it’s safe—want it inside, choso.”
choso feels like all the wind in his lungs knocks him out when you cum, with your silky walls milking his cock.
“fuck—this is my pussy.understand?” he groans,wrapping his arms around you, “m’gonna cum in my fucking pussy.”
“yours choso” you whine, “all yours”
“damn right it is— shit !” he curls in on himself when his orgasm hits stronger than he’s sure he can remember.
you squeal at the feeling of cum spurting in you,filling you up.
choso twitches a few times before relaxing onto your chest, feeling boneless and content. you rub your fingers through his hair, comfortable silence filling the room until choso breaks it with, “we’re together now.”
you giggle and kiss his jaw, “sure.”
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todomochi-uwu · 3 months
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Who. (4/?) J. Y & S. M
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Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi
Genre: Angst, Smut
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience
Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.
Other chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5
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Green, blue and red lights light up the entire place, there´s so much noise you can barely hear Chan and Han over the music, and the smoke machines uncomfortably fill your lungs, but none of that is enough to keep your thoughts away from the ones your heart yearns for.
Yeah, the last couple of weeks had been better, you had stopped drowning in your tears and the insomnia that had accompanied you every night for the last weeks seemed to finally abandon your side, but their presence remained there, stuck to your head, leaching off your pain, as if it was determined to not let you forget. Were they okay? Had they moved on? Did they even care?
Your mind kept going back to simpler times, memories of what once had been the strongest relationship you had ever been in.
The bed was a mess, sheets ruffled next to the TV, clothes were scattered everywhere, pillows laid under your knees so you wouldn’t get hurt while you rode Mingi, hips moving up and down without rhythm, desperate to reach that sweet release, but every single time you were close Yunho grabbed your hips firmly stopping your movements.
“You are not allowed to cum baby, not until Mingi does first.” You tried to focus on the man in front of you, blush covering his cheeks, his mouth was barely opened, small moans and groans kept escaping out of his throat, eyes clouded with pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed every time you went down his cock, lips swollen and pink from all the kissing. Mingi was the most sinful image you had ever seen, and you were desperate to make him feel good.
“Please, please, Yunho, please let me cum.” You threw your head back, licking your lips, your knees were cramping, but stopping would be so much worse, “I’ve been a good girl.”
“No, I don’t care how good it feels, you are not allowed to cum.” His fingers traced a path down your body, caressing and massaging your neck, making their way through your breasts pinching your nipples and twisting them, next was your sternum, your stomach, till they finally ended in your core. Two of them framed Mingi’s cock while he was still inside you. “Come on, baby. You can do better than that, you are barely moving.” He took you by the chin with his other hand, straightening your view, “Don’t you want our Princess to feel good?”
Mingi’s eyes were covered in tears, his breathing heavy and his cheeks strawberry red, his hands grabbing your hips helping you move faster, “Please, love, please make me cum.” You couldn’t resist. No matter how much your thighs were crying, no matter how sore you’d be tomorrow, you were determined.
“Good job, baby. You are such a good girl.” Yunho whispered in your ear, while kissing your shoulders, leaving small bite marks on them.
And not so happy times.
Mingi’s phone was going crazy. Texts and calls from the office kept coming up, distracting him from the task he was currently performing. His head was in between your legs, his lips and tongue messily lapping up at your core, fingers hastily going and out of you; and physically he was there with you, mentally you knew he was only thinking about work. Your fiancé was usually so good at making you come with his mouth, but right now you barely even felt good, his tongue was not good enough knowing he wasn’t there with you.
“Mingi, please, they can wait for a little while.” You begged him, caressing his headlocks, trying to bring him back to you.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s just make this quick, I don’t want to piss off Jongho.” He was talking about it as if it was a chore, or another job, that did it for you.
You closed your legs and sat down immediately, pushing him away, “Never mind. Go and take care of whatever it is.” You put on your robe, leaving to go to the bathroom. He didn't even try to stop you.
There, you looked at yourself in the mirror, full-on makeup done, your hair styled and a set of lingerie (you had spent more than an hour trying to figure out how to put it on), you had outdone yourself so one of them would notice you, so one of them would want you like you wanted them, but of course, everything else was more important, more urgent. You felt your relationship hanging by a threat, and they had no clue.
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You had been weak a couple of days ago, not being able to sleep, you decided to do something to appease the anxiety that had been running through your veins for hours.
“Hello?” A groggy voice responded from the other side.
You gulped down, already regretting your decision, “Hey, Hongjoong?”
You heard ruffling, and his voice got clearer, “Oh my god Y/n, is that you? Where are you? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, don’t worry. Um… listen, um…” You couldn’t bring yourself to ask, too scared of the way he might react.
“You want to know how they are doing, don't you?”
You stayed quiet, the lump in your throat made it impossible for anything to come out.
“Well, it took almost a week for us to know you had left, neither of them said anything until Jongho went to your apartment wanting to know why Mingi wasn’t answering his phone or showing up to work. But the first time I saw them they were a wreck, the house was a complete mess, both of them sleeping in different rooms, Yunho barely came home and Mingi wouldn’t leave it. They looked so sick I almost didn’t recognize them, pale, heavy eyebags, and the smell, ugh the smell.” He chuckled sadly, shaking his head at the thought, “I had never seen them like that.”
“You must hate me.” You whispered tears threatening to slip out of your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them, you were just so tired of that.
“At first, I was confused, I didn’t know what was happening or why, but they explained everything and I couldn’t blame you. I wasn’t happy to see them like that, but I knew you must not have been any better.”
“Yeah.”
“So, how’s Chan been?”
You stuttered not knowing what to say.
“Oh Y/n we’ve been friends since middle school, you think I wouldn't know? Hell, I don’t even know how it hasn’t crossed their mind, you always go back to Chan.”
“Nothing’s going on with him.”
“I never said it was.”
You pulled on the thin skin of your lips, tearing it apart, slowly the taste of iron covered your tongue; your heart was beating a thousand miles per second and you ran out of things to say. Hongjoong kept telling you about them, how things had been in their friend group, and everyone’s reactions, it didn’t do much to soothe your fragile muscle, but at least it was something.
“Sooner or later, you’ll have to face them, Y/n.”
“I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
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A pair of fingers kept snapping in front of your face, Han called your name repeatedly, “Y/n, Y/n, oh my god Y/n,” Snap, snap, snap, “Jesus, Y/n snap out of it already.”
You shook your head, your eyes focusing on the cherry-checked boy. “I’m sorry, I was thinking about… work.”
His eyes narrowed, looking at you incredulously, “Yeah, sure, whatever you say babe. Chan went to the bar to get us some shots.”
“Great.”
“What's going on with you? An hour ago, you were so excited to go out, and now look at you.”
“It’s nothing Jisung…” He cut you off
“Oh, you can't fool me, Y/n. I know what you are thinking about, who you are thinking about. You need a distraction, something to help you move on.”
“Is not that easy.”
“I know, believe me I know, but maybe a little push will help you.”
“Help as in therapy?”
“Mmm, I was thinking for more like a good fuck.”
Your eyes widened, cheeks burning with shame, “Han, what the fuck?”
“Oh, as if you don’t miss getting dicked down, you went from two dicks to zero in a second, I can’t imagine being that starved.” He giggled taking a sip from his beer.
“I'm not having this conversation with you.” You pushed him away, shaking your head and laughing.
“Right, because you can tell me all about how Yunho’s dick is the biggest you’ve ever had or how Mingi’s head game is so good he almost made you pass out, but this is where you draw the line. Common Y/n, you are not doing anything wrong, you are a gorgeous, single woman, it’s only natural to get back into the game.”
A single woman. You haven’t been one in years. It felt so wrong to think of yourself as one, but it is what it is.
“How about Chan?”
You were taken back, not believing what came out of Jisung’s mouth. “You cannot be serious.”
“Why not? He’s hot, you guys used to do it all the time, it’s not like he’s a stranger.”
“Yeah, back in college, I haven’t looked at Chan in that way in years.”
“You are full of shit. You think I didn't see you back at his apartment? You were practically fucking him with your eyes, he looks good and you know it.”
  Your cheeks got impossibly red, making your muscles hurt, “I did not…”
“You did, and that’s okay. Give yourself a chance, love. You never know what might happen.
The thought of actually doing it crossed your mind, could you do it? Could you let yourself into another's arms while someone else was on your mind?
Chan appeared with two handfuls of shot glasses, walking slowly towards your table, “I think I might have overestimated how much we can drink.”
“Oh, this is nothing, remember how much we used to drink back then? I don’t remember half the parties I went to.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Besides, we are older Hannie, I don’t think we can do it.” You said looking at all the alcohol in front of you.
“We can always try.” He said taking his first shot.
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“Han is your husband.”
“Yes Jeong, you were at our wedding against my will. What about it?” Minho’s eyes stayed firm on the road.
“I just can’t help but wonder how such a pure, innocent and gentle soul ended up with the devil?”
Minho grinned, shaking his head, “I like to think we balance each other out.” The car took a turn, “But I could ask you the same thing, what is the human embodiment of a cupcake doing with Dr Jeong biggest asshole in the neurology department Yunho, and well, Mingi.”
“Well, for one I'm not always an asshole,” Yunho chuckled, “and the rest was pure luck I guess.”
“I think she’d beg to differ.” The cat-eyed doctor looked at him for the first time since the ride started, “What happened anyways?
An uncomfortable silence filled the car, Yunho sighed and let his head rest against the car window.
“I got too much into my head, and so did Mingi. Work was killing me, bills began piling up and I couldn’t do much, so I started working double shifts, taking small jobs here and there. Mingi’s clients needed lots of things at the same time, they lost a case, I don’t know, I guess everything got too hectic too quickly. We would leave early in the morning, I wouldn’t come home for days, and Mingi would arrive late at night. We both were so stressed but couldn’t do anything about it, it bottled up.” His voice was cracking up, barely able to continue, “We just never stopped, we never noticed how badly we were neglecting her until it was too late.” He paused, letting out a sob, “One day, I came home, just a quick stop to take a shower and say hi, the second I stepped foot I knew something was wrong. She had taken all her things; her ring was right on the bed.” He shut his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows, remembering the scene, “My whole world came crashing down, Minho. I have never felt so much pain.”
“Yeah, been there done that.”
“What?” Yunho looked at him confused.
“You aren’t the only one who’s a workaholic.” Minho took a deep breath, “Back in college things between Han and me were not so good, we were always fighting, always so hostile and short with each other. I’ll admit it was mostly my fault, school got worse each day, I was struggling to keep my scholarship, my job at the café, Jisung; competing against you the entire time didn’t help.”
“Hey, man you did that to yourself, I showed up the first day of school and I already had a rival, and I’ll admit I liked the competition until you started being a real asshole to me and till this day I have yet to know why you hate me so much. At first, I thought it was because I’m just a better doctor, but…” He said with humour before Lee cut him off.
“You are not a better doctor than me, you dick.” The older doctor said, “I was taking the piss when we were students, it used to motivate me, but I didn’t hate you because of that, I just didn’t like you, but I don’t hate you.”
“Because…”
Minho gulped, was it his place to say it? “Back then…”
“Back then when Chan and Y/n were a thing?”
He furrowed his eyebrows, confused and shocked, “Wait, you knew about it?”
“Oh, it was obvious, Chan hated us the second he met us, I knew it wasn’t just a coincidence, also your husband tends to spill out his brain when he’s drunk.”
“Yeah, that’s Jisung for you.” He said while shaking his head and smiling, the thought of his drunk husband warmed his heart. “I almost lost him back then. One day, in the middle of a discussion, he told me he was done with my bullshit, he was tired of me taking him for granted and never being there. In the beginning, I thought it was just another argument, and that things would go back to normal in a couple of days, but after a week I knew I was wrong. I felt like an idiot for waiting an entire week, he didn’t want to see me, I tried everything, and even Y/n hated me, it took me months to gain back his trust. There were times when I thought I was just too little, too late, that he would never take me back, and thank god he did, I don’t know what I would have done if he didn’t.”
“Is that why you are helping us?”
“I don’t like you, Yunho, that I’ll admit, but I know you are not a bad guy, neither is the other guy, and I know you love her. I get what’s like to lose yourself and everything you have, in a second.”
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Your hips swayed at the rhythm of the music, you let yourself go and try to forget. You deserve it. Jisung was next to you, dancing drunkenly, giggling and saying a bunch of random stuff you could barely understand. One second you saw him pointing at something behind him and the next one he was gone. You were left alone with Christopher.
“Are you having a good time?” He whispered in your ear, dangerously close to you. When had he gotten so close?
“Yeah, are you?”
“I think I had too many shots.” He giggled. Yeah, he was so drunk.
“Me too.” You laughed along.
You kept dancing next to each other, occasionally getting pushed by the rest of the crown on the dance floor, with every step you came closer, and before you knew it, your chest pressed against his. Slowly move your hips against each other, his hands grabbed your hips, and your head rested against his skin. You didn’t dare look up, you knew what would happen and you didn’t know if you were ready for that, or even if your head was in the right place for that; yet, you still had an itch for it.
And as if Chan was reading your mind, he lifted your chin with his fingers, making you look him straight in the eyes. So many moments and memories flood your mind, blurred scenes of your “relationship” back in college, could you go back to that?
His face came closer, and his lips whispered your name against yours. And once again, you let yourself go.
Everything happened so quickly, that your head could not register what was going on. A hand had grabbed yours, pulling you roughly, making you crash into someone, Chan looked upset and confused. You turned around and saw him, his eyes were furious, you could see his lips moving but didn't understand anything that was coming out of them. Those lips that you had been missing for months, those eyes that appeared in your dreams again and again.
“Yunho?”
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matenrou-fan · 11 months
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ueueuehehehehehe barbatos tailfucking the reader. like holding them with his hands and using his tail to fuck both holes *smiles* and like overstimming them too (fem reader if so 🙏🏼🙏🏼) -rei boobie anon
Barbatos tailfucking fem! s/o + overstimulation
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omg you said that he needs to hold the reader and everything but I get a little bit carried away while writing this.. Hope it's okay.. <3
femreader, teasing, begging, humiliation, overstimulation, semi public sex, rough sex, slut shaming, oral (giving), double penetration, Master/pet relationship;; 3026 words;;
NFSW UNDER THE CUT
;MINORS DNI;
The way Barbatos touches you clearly reflects his whole personality - playful, almost weightless, and always so confusing, as you never can say if it was an accidental brush of his hand on your body that feels too intimate or he just teases you, maybe even torturing you with these games.. Every time you visit Demon Lord's Castle he approaches you too rarely to actually make you aroused but too often for you to not pay attention to light strokes of his arms that just knows where and how to tickle to make you bite lips. Yet today..
Today was some kind of special occasion, indeed. One of the casual tea parties that Diavolo loves to make so it's easy to run away from his responsibilities and paperwork but today his loyal servant finally accepted the offer to join you all and also relax. And oh what a miracle, the only empty chair was near you?!
But the fact that Barbatos also would just drink tea with you all didn't bother or even surprise you that much, before.. Before you choke on the silver spoon in your mouth, suddenly feel the cold leather of his gloves on your thighs.
"S/o..? Are you alright?!"
"Strange, I make sure that there's no Solomon's cooking this time, why did you choke on this strawberry pie?"
"Mm? And how can my cooking be related to this..?"
Ah, everyone around you is so worried, almost jumping from their places to pat your back and help you. When the hero of the occasion keeps drinking his tea, absolutely enjoying your blushing face and this awkward laugh as you try to calm everyone.. While his hand already lifts your skirt, caressing naked skin here.
"S/o, is everything okay? Maybe I should lend a helping hand for you too?" - he finally turns to look you right in the eyes just to get even more amused by your adorable reaction, as you're really trying to keep your voice calm. The moment your eyes meet, Barbatos just moves his fingers forward, tickling inner thighs oh so close to your panties.
"Yes, yes, I'm alright.." - and despite you wanting to hint with a glance to stop you have no idea how… Everyone around is still looking.
"Good." - He takes off your panties.
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Well, maybe you shouldn't have given a damn about everyone else as now things get even harder to hide.
For a moment you thought he would just tease you with his hand for the whole tea party, but then his tail appeared. And it was much worse than his fingers can be. One tip of it was slowly sliding up and down, titillating your folds, when the other one pressed to your clit, drawing small circles in a sensitive place.
All you can do is just eat more than usual to muffle your gasp in another bite of cake. How good Mammon was also here, in his casual goofy mood that Lucifer hated so much, making everyone around laugh. And you laugh too, trying to hide your whines and sobs under the mask of a strong fit of laughter, eyes already red and watering when you act like you finally controlled the spasms.. Oh if they all know what exactly spasms you try to control..!
Will you be able to hold yourself for the whole evening? Your hand slides down to squeeze Barbatos' knee, not in the attempt to tease him too but to warn him, warn that it's starting to be unbearable. Even when you tried to control your breath he was hearing your small gasps and whimpers, and quickly found just the right pace to rub your clit while his other tip played with the clenching entrance of your pussy, not thrusting inside, just tickling, making you be the one who wants to feel more. And you were afraid you would not have enough strength to not just start moaning out loud.
"Mm.. This time it was much more funny than usual.." - Simeon smiles, and you just now notice that everyone has already finished their tea, and the party is getting to finish.
"Oh yes! The fact that Barbatos was with us this time as a friend and not as my servant was making everything better..!" - a loud laugh of the Lord thundered across the table, but you almost didn't hear him, more concentrated on the heat between your thighs that made you cross your legs. Are you on edge now..?
"I don't think my presence change anything, but your words flattered me, my Lord.." - with a slight nod Barbatos keeps looking at everyone but not you.
"Hehe.. But do you remember that you still need to prepare rooms for our dear guest to stay overnight?"
"Of course. I will return to my work immediately." - maybe no one heard this, but you clearly notice some sight mockery in his tone. And of course this mockery was addressed to you, as at the same time all touches stopped and his tail quickly pulled away.
You whine, this time not even carrying how loud you can be, as your pussy was still throbbing, asking, begging for just a few touches before blissful release..
"I'm no less disappointed than you are, s/o.." - Lucifer furrowed his brow, looking at his boss. - "You probably should tell us that you're planning an overnight stay a little bit earlier..?"
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Never in your life have you experienced a more hard time than this evening. All this activity with the demon brother in Castle just annoys you, as you still keep returning to these moments with Barbatos, almost feeling the ghost of his touches on your warm skin all over again.
But this sinful servant just knows how to make you struggle even more, not even showing near you for the whole time, too busy with his responsibilities. And it was both good and bad, cause despite you yearning to see him again you also were afraid that you would just melt in the same second you see him again.
And only when everyone calls it night and goes into a different room, whining about how lucky Belphegor and Simeon are to spend the night in the same place with you, only then he approaches you again, catching you all alone in the darkness of the corridor.
"It seems that I left my poor darling right at the most interesting moment.."
"You did it on purpose..!" - you whisper, fighting the urge to just cling to him right here, but the shine in his bright green eyes tells you to not even try.
"Am I? Then please, meet me in my room tonight.." - leaning closer but only with his shoulders, still not touching your body, Barbatos whispers in your ear, hitting the core of your mind with goosebumps. - "I'm ready to fix my bad attitude.."
"But how I can-" - you mumble under your breath but he's already gone, almost faded away, leaving you all confused again.
Just HOW you still tolerate such unfair teases? Probably because you start to be addicted to these intoxicating games that always leave you with a light head and warm wetness in panties. Not even Lucifer with his playful flirting can make you feel the same thing that this side servant that is always in the background, hiding in the shadows, can. And you love that.
Well, maybe this whole sleepover was also just part of his plan, and the fact that you get in a room with two pretty peaceful guys was maybe also just his little touch.. Cause Belphie just fall asleep immediately, before you even enter the room, and Simeon, trying to act as quiet as possible to not awake him, also quickly get drowsy.
Just an hour, and you were absolutely sure these two wouldn't notice you go away. Well, maybe not 'just an hour', as every minute was like a torture for you, especially when you realize you would probably receive something more very soon.
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"Oh my. So I really picked your interest today, am I?"
You just whine as a response, melting in his arms the very second you crossed the threshold of Barbatos' room. Clinging to him with your whole body, you grasp his shoulders, waiting to feel his touch again, but his hands don't even move from your waist, and the whole hug feels… kinda stiff.
Oh, do you really think everything would be so easy? When you look up at him all you can see is a wild smirk, as your lover was absolutely amused with such pathetic needy gaze. One arm pat your head as he pulls away from you.
"Barbatos, why-"
"On your knees."
Not even any second thought as you already dropped on the floor, sitting in front of him. From such an angle his devilish face looks even more hypnotizin and you whine, both from shame and arousal.
But he just looks at you for a few seconds, before walking away and sitting in his bed, calling you with a beckoning sign. Oh, and of course he wouldn't even try to hide how much he enjoys your trembling figure as you quickly get closer on all fours. Like his own little pet..
For a moment you just look at each other in absolute silence, before he leans a little, resting his elbow on his knee:
"Do I really need to say that? I thought you were pretty smart to understand that good girls get rewards only after they ask nicely.."
"But.. Barbatos.."
"Mm, and I thought you got here for something more than just to show me how pathetic you look in such a pose.."
Digging your nails in the carpet, you sobs, as your face starts heating up. Of course you know when he plays and when not, and now you're absolutely sure you will receive nothing if you wouldn't beg.
"Barbatos, please.. Please, just touch me again.." - your small whine makes him chuckle and he nodded approvingly, waiting for more. - "I don't even ask for fucking, just touching.. Please.."
"Oh, how pitiful.." - your lover sighs, and despite his smile still on his face, the tone of his mocking voice was disinterested.
"No, really.. Barb- Master.." - you lean closer, clinging to his legs. - "Master, please.. I'll do anything.."
"That's better.."
Finally, FINALLY he touched you, spreading your legs roughly with the toes of his shoes as his tail quickly slid under your skirt, pressing onto the sticky fabric of your panties, that was absolutely soaked in your juices.
"Lift it up." - his gaze drops on your clothes and you quickly obey, too excited to finally get the right attention. Pulling your shirt up, you take it in your mouth, revealing your bra, while hands lifting the hem of your skirt.
"Oh, you decided to show me your whole body? Then go on, take everything off.." - still with a mocking tone, Barbatos surveyed your naked skin with the same calm gaze. ..did he even aroused or not? Or is it just a very twisted game for him, to humiliate you more?
But you don't care, as the main thing for you is that his tails already move your panties aside and start stroking your hot, trembling pussy again. Still holding your skirt with one hand, you tried to unhook your bra, as he ordered, but it was too hard, too hard when all your already small thoughts completely disappeared, leaving you with an empty head.
"What's wrong? Few touches are enough for you to get so useless?" - Barbatos sighs, leaning down and taking off your shirt along with the bra in one movement. - "Never thought what a dirty slut you are, letting a man treat you like this?"
The way his voice quickly changes from light mockery to straightforward insults just makes your stomach tickle. And this absolutely cold gaze on your blushing face and sweaty body just makes everything worse.. It's amazing how he can keep such a collected face when his tails are literally rubbing against you like that, one in front, teasing your folds, when another tip slowly creeps to your ass, tickling a tight hole. Another high pitched whine burst out of your lips but he quickly shut you up, grasping your chin.
"If you want to keep your mouth open, then at least use it properly.." - with such commentary he forces you lean closer, pressing your face to his crotch. Warmth of his hard dick that was felt even through fabric sends shivers down your spine and you let go of your skirt, instead trying to unzip his pants.
Not even trying to help you this time, Barbatos just keeps watching your weak attempts to do it, feeling just how much your hands tremble when brushing against his bulge. All he does is just keep telling how you demean yourself with such useless behavior. Oh, he's too harsh? But his tails also have nerves and he clearly can tell how much your both holes are clenching from his merciless comments, begging to be finally stretched out. But it's not the right time yet.
Only when his cock finally slaps your face, revealing from his pants, he grabs your hair again, controlling the pace with you licking his whole length. And only when Barbatos starts forcing his dick inside your mouth, his tails thrust inside you in one moment, making you moan right on his skin, tickling glans with vibration of your throat.
"Is it actually so good, to be fucked in all your holes? Well, why I'm asking.. Sluts like you love such things, don't you?" - even after his breath gets heavier from your hot tongue around his cock, your lover keeps mocking you.
Mock your sloppy movements, mock you for being so wet that he doesn't even need to prepare you, already pushing his tail deep inside you, mock you for choking around his cock and think about your own pleasure, not his, just mock and mock you every second. But your face with furrowed, twitching brows and muffled moans just tells him that you're absolutely enjoying it.
His darkened eyes now were filled with more lust, as he enjoyed every thrust of your mouth in just the right pace that he controlled all by himself, still pulling your hairs with his tight grip. For a moment Barbatos presses your head to his hips again, making you choke on the thick base of his cock and just stop, admiring your hazy eyes, full of tears.
"Such a good, whorish pet.. You want to cum, don't you?"
All you can do is whine and nod just a little, begging with your gaze instead of words. Oh, and of course with your hips that keep bouncing up and down on two tips that now speed up, moving in one aggressive rhythm. This mind shattering feeling of double filling was so new but already so pleasant to you, both your tight holes tremble from the rough resistance of his tails. God, of course you want to cum now.
"That's it.. Only dirty whores will cum when all their tree holes are stretched like this, so go on and show me how slutty you are for your master.."
The same rough wild speed that titillates you down here now was wrecking your mouth too, and you just closed your eyes, surrendering utterly to the pleasure. But a rough pull on your hair makes you gasp and open it again, just to see the smirking face of your lover.
"Did I give you permission? Look your Master in the eyes like a good and obedient pet.." - a low chuckle sends shivers down your spine and he suddenly starts to slow down. - "Or you enjoy when I throw you away in the most delightful moment?"
You shake your head a little and keep sucking his dick, begging with every move to not stop, to not stop right now, when your legs start trembling so much you barely can sit like that and not fall down, your thighs tried to squeeze together but his boots still were forcing you open, spreading your legs..
Just a few more rough, merciless thrust and you moan around his dick, sending more vibrations all over his sensitive skin while orgasm finally hits you. Your whole body freezes and if not his hand on your head you would probably stop sucking, as all other muscles in your body tensed up, concentrating in your burning pussy that now clenched tight around his tail. Your vision is blurry and you can only see Barbatos' smirk and deep dominating gaze, and it just makes these waves of pleasure inside you hit your core even harder.
Still pushing your head up and down, he admires such a pathetic view of your cumming face, absolutely enjoying your hot walls and their pressure. Just how much tighter you would be when he would pound into you with much thicker length..? This thoughts makes him bite lip as he also get too close to the edge, showing his dick deep in your throat.
"Keep your mouth like that.. Let's use your throat for its only one declared purposes.."
With these words Barbatos come too, burning your inner skin with thick hot sperm. Oh, and of course as a good pet you will keep sucking, milking him to the very end as sticky liquid running down into your stomach. Only now you were able to hear more of his groans and gasps, but not that much.. After all, if you want to hear more of his delightful deep sounds then you should work even harder now.
And of course he gives you this opportunity, pulling away your head to undress himself completely.
"On a bed, now. If you continue being so obedient, then I'll let you stay here for the whole night, pet.."
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lustlovehart · 3 months
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Scarlet in Black
Pairing: Blade x Reader
A/n: I love Mr Bladie. Also if there are any spelling errors im so srry abt that <3
Summary: [Yandere] Blade appears in your home, neither of you understand why, but both of you know when he leaves it wont be for long. Though, you will never know of his plan that fate had secured for him. | Part 2 ‘Cease The Blaze’
Warnings: Blood, Breaking in, Suggestive Tension, Biting/Hickey, Implied Nsfw, Violent Thoughts (Bladie), Themes of Codependency, Implied Kidnapping
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The house is pitch dark at night, the way it should be. Red scarlet eyes bleed into the dark, illuminating crimson into the shadows of your home, that is not how it should be.
The strong iron smell of blood, intruding into your nostrils, the thick pungent liquid seeping into the clean sheets of your bed.
"Blade, why are you in my room"
He does not answer.
The scent of the grotesque liquid continues to spread around the room, the deep red both beautiful yet terrifying. It’s all over him. You know it’s not his own.
“Blade.”
He always doesn’t answer.
The man in front of you continues to dirty the covers with blood that is not his own,at least, you think it's not. It makes you wanna wretch at the thought of having to sleep in it. Slowly you take a step forward, he could be stricken with mara as of the moment, but you continued anyway.
Your figure is soon in front of his, red eyes look up at you from the mattress. He doesn’t speak a word as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him.
You sat in his lap as your own clothes and skin are seeped with his crimes. It takes all the effort you could muster to not push him away. You take a mental note to take a shower immediately when he’s gone.
His face buries itself into your neck, a deep inhale of you before he exhales all his warmth into your skin, chills going down your spine at the feeling despite the heat of his breath. The fingers of the hunter squeezing at parts of you you’d rather not find blood in, but nonetheless you let him.
“Do you wanna tell me why you’re here now?” He takes a moment to respond, momentarily distracted with tracing his lips across your carotid arteries. Any longer and you’d believe he was a vampire ready to sting his fangs into you.
“Because of you.” Seems like he's leaving his descriptions vague once again.
“How informative.”
Perhaps your assumption of him being a vampire was more of a fact rather than speculation. Honestly, you'd prefer him being a Vampire than whatever he is now.
His canines put pressure on your skin, tongue lapping over the designated spot, saliva coating the patch of skin. You wince at the feeling, but put up with it despite it, knowing he could do much worse than he is now.
Even with the pain, you can tell the murderer in front of you is holding himself desperately back. If he truly wasn't restraining himself you have no doubt he could effortlessly break your legs as if they were toothpicks.
Actually, he might be thinking about it. (He is, but he restrains himself nontheless)
The pressure subsided as he lifts his lips from you, a dark purple left in the most obvious place on your neck.
You take a deep breath in, before speaking once more, fingers entangling into his hair, briefly getting caught in a part of it that had dried blood in the strands.
"Did you really come here for me?"
"Mm... Yes." Brief, like usual. His words sound deep, coming out from the back of his throat. "I was thinking of you." You don't say anything else, burying you head in the crook of his neck, it smelled disgusting but maybe it could distract you for a moment in time.
"When will you leave?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Will I see you then?"
"No, not at all." Typical, whenever he visits no trace of him is left behind. Even after hundreds of visits, when you wake up in the morning it's as if he had never existed in the first place, the only parts of him he leaves behind being the hickies and bite marks he leaves on you the night before, perhaps even a sticky residue if the two of you were particularly rough.
You hum in a reply. The more you look at him the more you question whose blood it is, a twisted curiosity. His hands start to embrace dangerously close to parts of you that should not be touched by anothers blood. Before he could draw himself any closer he pauses, fingers immediately stopping his advance.
“Do you, want me to take a shower first?” The question shocks you.
"Wow, this is rare, you actually thought about taking a shower?"
"You wince whenever you get close enough to smell it. I thought it would help you."
"So you noticed that... Its kinda worrying that you only decided to start taking showers for it now though..."
"I wanted you to get used to it." You look into his eyes, opening your mouth, but no words seem to come out, only a breath of air as you sigh. He notices but doesnt say anything.
"Why would you... want me to get used to that...?"
"If you did, maybe..." He doesn't continue his sentence, silently trailing off as he stares into your chest.
"Maybe...?"
"No, nevermind. I can't let you."
Instead of continuing his sentence he buries his face into you, and you let him. He'll be gone by the morning. You kind of hope he doesn't leave, as if he was an illusion, but you understand the nature of his job.
Even then though, you can't help but grip onto him tightly, the drying blood digging beneath your fingernails. You don't want him to leave, not again. Maybe if you were to desperately hold on to him he would stay with you, he would want to stay.
You don't know when it happened, but at some point in this bond, you had grown way too attached to the only constant in your life.
You feel arms start to tighten around you, almost suffocating how close it was. The criminal in front of you pulls you down onto your newly washed sheet, staining it red. His arms don't seem to let go of you however.
"I'll stay with you."
The words sent a shock through you. Did he really mean it? He wouldn't leave you again.
"But that means, you're willing to stay with me in return. Will you shoulder the burdens that come with me."
Your mind feels clouded, you know you shouldn't but you can't help but want to.
In this vulnerable moment, you will never notice the violet eyes that play with the strings of fate watching in the corner, awaiting the script to properly play out.
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Depending on how well received this post gets I might-?? Make a second part that's either placed before or after this. Before being how blade and reader first had whatever they have, and after being smthn else.
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writingmeraki · 10 months
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hot & cold I
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READ PART TWO HERE !
a min ho mini series !
summary : Feeling the warm butterflies in your stomach as well as the cold sinking feeling in your heart wasn't the best especially just because of one person nonetheless you think it was worse because that person was none other than the guy you apparently hated with your entire existence.
( or you long crossed the blurry lines of love and hate when it came to Minho and were both just idiotic enough to not realise that until you had to force it out of yourself because of your stupidity.)
genre : angst, fluff, comfort !
pairing : minho x fem!reader, e2l, idiots to lovers.
warnings : mentions of alcohol and underage drinking, kissing and making out, cussing. both being dumb and too high on their ego. kinda blame it on Minho in this one I fear 😨
author's note : and as my obsession goes crazy, I knew I had to write a miniseries on Minho. I honestly have no idea how long it can be this time, it'll mostly depend on your feedback but also how long I make this but expect 2-3 parts more ?? this was written out of nowhere tbh because I had a really different idea for this. anyways enjoy and let me know what you think ! <3 ( not proofread as usual, we die like real men 😀)
based on this request !
word count : 4.3k
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"Maybe you should put that down now."
Kitty said, observing the way you tipped down the cocktail, be it a secret yet not secret alcoholic one.
You winced and shook your head as you smashed the glass down after, Kitty having to shoot an apologetic look to the temporary bartender, who wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else but a party of drunk and horny teenagers sneaking in alcohol and downing it as though they were going through all stages of grief at the moment or in moments of classical teenage stupidity.
"Oh- KAY! I think that's more than enough." She pulled your hands away from the other cocktail that was served up,despite this one now being the only non-alcoholic, she felt it was getting a lot and you whined at her, she narrowed her eyes at you.
"Y/N, you've had more than enough."
"Noooo, I'm fine I can handle ittt." Your words slurred and she gave you a blank stare, holding up two fingers, she asked
"Okay then, how many fingers I am holding up?"
You narrowed your eyes, trying to think hard and giggled as you spoke
"Kitty, Katty since when did you have six fingers?" A drunken smile sat on your face as you leaned forward pointing your finger to count the 'six' fingers.
You vision was blurry but you were still able to make out the outline of what was in front of you.
Kitty rolled her eyes and sighed softly "How much did you even have?"
You put up both your hands, all fingers up and her eyes widened almost comically, it only made you giggle at her expressions,
"TEN? please tell me TEN sips!"
"Nooo silly, of course not…it was just three glasses with that sercret ingredient." You whispered to her as you leaned in closer as though you were telling a top secret and in a way it was, your lips were turned upwards, dimples lightly peaking.
"Alright, we have to get you back to the dorms then! Let me call Q and Florian, then we'll go okay? You stay here. Don't move Y/N!" She pointed at you, her words strict but you couldn't think about anything other than how pretty she seemed at the moment, so without much thought you blurted out,
"You look so pretty, Kit, you really do." Your eyes were half closed but you could see her wearing a tight black dress, her hair done down and straight, her black heels only making her figure look leaner.
Kitty, despite knowing you were drunk, couldn't help but laugh at your words, she shook her head and told you one last time before disappearing to find Q and Florian as soon as she could.
Looking up, the ceiling was multicolored, flashes of blue and green danced across it and you looked in awe as if it was a piece of art.
You looked around you, noticing the way the entire place seemed to be overcrowded but people were having fun, either getting shit drunk or dancing as if it was their last time.
Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
You smiled when you heard the familiar tune and lyrics, having hearing it from your roommate and also ended up falling in love with it, the beat was slightly altered to make it more party pop but it only made it more better.
Standing up and stumbling slightly as you made your way to the dance floor, the world looking like it was moving fast as you also moved your body along to the crowd.
You felt as though you'd been hit so hard when you ended up colliding harshly into the person and you braced yourself for the fall, feeling as if you're flying high to come crashing hard into the ground.
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
And as cliche as it could get, you didn't feel the crash instead a stronger grip on your waist pulled you back up as the side face instead hit something soft yet firm.
You looked up and you felt the same awe when you saw the multicolored ceiling as though it was a piece of art, maybe even more, as your eyes scanned his face.
It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Colours shone on his face, highlighting his sharp jawline that you felt yourself get lost in, you continued to scan the bridge of his nose and his cupid's bow. You looked into his eyes and only felt your haziness increase as you felt the tug in your heart. They seemed to drink you in as you did him, and your gaze turned to the way one corner of his lips turned upwards.
The arm around your waist felt warmer than it should and you definitely felt the heat on your face, your entire body even. Your knees felt more weaker as you prayed your legs didn't give up on you, and with this the grip on your waist only got tighter.
Minho looked down at you, his gaze never leaving your face as he held you up. Staring at your lips for a little longer than he should have. The fact that he felt as if there were sparks of electricity running through just by the waist around your arm and most of your body weight on his, made him only want more. More than he should be wanting.
And again, letting your intrusive thoughts take the wheel of your actions, you lifted up one hand and brushed it along his jawline.
"Ouch…paper cut." Giggling at your ridiculous joke, you rested your head on his shoulder now, moving your arms around his broad shoulders.
Naturally, his own arms now fully wrapped around your waist and if someone, which more than a few heads turned, saw you in this position, it'd look more intimate than it should. Considering how far down you both go.
Minho smiled unknowingly, the sound of your giggles always making his heart race more than it should.
"I know you're clumsy as fuck, but I didn't think you'd fall for me this soon, I guess it would happen soon anyways considering how intelligent and good looking I am."
Your eyes moved to look up into his, noticing his lips pulled into a smirk that really only did more things unbeknownst to you,and you narrowed them before slurring out,
"You sound exactly like Minho, I actually thought it was almost you." You continued mumbling,
"But I know it's definitely not him, considering he was already busy with that…Madison." You rolled your eyes, slowly shutting them and you pushed your head back down onto his shoulders and moved closer to the crook of his neck, craving the warmth he radiated.
"Plus I'm sure he'd let me fall face first on the ground if I fell on him the way I just did." You mumbled into his neck, he felt himself control the shiver that run down his spine when your lips touched his neck as you mumbled.
Frowning, he spoke up, wanting to defend himself even if it seemed pointless,
"No, he wouldn't." He said firmly and you looked up at him as you thought of his words,
"Considering how we are, I don't think I'm wrong to assume he'd do that." Even though you were drunk, you spoke the words more smoothly as if it was a whole truth.
"Besides I don't even care what he does, he can go kiss that…that girl for all I care, no I definitely don't care if he does this with her, if he looks at her like that way."
Minho's expression turned down, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips pulled into a frown,
"What way?" He asked softly as he could see your eyes tearing up and you gulped sadly and you put on a dejected smile,
"How I wish, I wish he'd look at me, for once." You said more gently, whispering letting your vulnerable feelings speak up.
He only felt his heart sinking the more he took in the sadness and vulnerability showing on your face, he felt his guilt double than it had before as he recalled why he'd even been making out with Madison in the first place.
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He'd felt his entire focus zone in on the person who'd just walk in the place.
Even as much as he seemed to hate your mere presence, his eyes always seemed to drift towards you much to his annoyance.
His gaze felt heavy as it dragged from the shoes you'd worn to the hairstyle you'd done. Your outfit consisted of a maroon tight dress that had ended just below your knees, a teasing slit running just a little further up your left side, just enough to make someone want to see more.
Your lips were a similar shade of maroon as you smiled, depths forming on your cheeks that tugged at his heart, your hair done down and resting just below your shoulders.
You looked…you looked better than he could even describe.
Beautiful would be a word, but he thinks it underwhelms you.
Kitty was beside you in her black dress and her hair done down but his eyes couldn't stop drinking you in as if it was not enough for him.
He wanted something he shouldn't. He shouldn't be thinking about you right now the way he is.
He forced himself to look away, searching for someone else in the crowd.
He looked better than he should and you hated the way your eyes moved to the dip between his throat and shirt.
Gosh that's such an ugly fucking colour you thought yet you felt fainter as your eyes scanned the way his hair was parted, something you knew only he could pull off. Some loose strands sat on his forehead and you hated the way you felt your legs almost give up in these tight heels as you took in the way the blazer fit his broad shoulders.
Fuck he looked good.
You looked at him, observing him scanning the crowd as he disappeared away.
"Let's get this party started!" Kitty said excitedly to which you lightly laughed,
"Kitty it's already started, we are already like forty minutes late because of a certain someone but sure! Love the enthusiasm! Woo!" You chuckled as you saw her excitement bubble down and then laughing along with you.
"Let's go then girls! The best place at a party, the bar!" Q threw his arms around both your shoulders as he sloshed himself between you, now pulling you towards the bar.
The bartender served up five mocktails which you thought were too beautiful looking to be drank but you raised a toast,
"Here's to meeting new people and ending our bitchless eras!" You toasted as you giggled which was followed by the rest clinking their respective glasses onto yours as you took a sip.
"Guys,I have something." Florian spoke as he pulled a flask from his blazer and your eyes widened at the sight, knowing what it was.
"Oh My God! No way… now you're the real one for this." You said as he winked at you and opened the flask, the smell already indicating what it was as he poured in a bit into yours and his.
"Ohh me too! Me too!" Kitty said as she pushed her glass towards him and he poured in hers as well.
"The last for the best." Florian spoke as he poured it in Q's drink which made him look away and you smirked as you saw him almost blush.
"Now this is a real toast." You finally clinked your drinks for the last time, now taking in a sip, wincing yet loving the bitter taste that contrasted well with the sweetness of the cocktail.
"By the way, Y/N, I don't think you're ever going to be able to meet new people." Kitty spoke which made you turn to her in confusion.
"I mean come on, you won't be able to meet new people because you already are into someone." She continued and now looked towards Q, him nodding in agreement as you still looked in confusion.
"Oh please, don't look like a lost puppy now, we all saw the way you basically bore your eyes into Min ho as soon as you saw him like a hungry vulture or something." Q said which made Florian chuckle and you only glared at his words as though looks could kill.
"You don't plan a murder out loud now do you?" You defended yourself as Kitty rolled her eyes,
"More like you'd kill anyone who'd dare even hurt a fraction of his hair." Kitty said to which now both Florian and Q nodded, feeling betrayal as you looked at Florian, thinking he'd been on your side to which he only raised his hands in his defense.
"Look, Y/N, maybe you don't see it, but you definitely go past the so called hate line you both have." He said as he knew you surely felt more for him than the passive aggressive persona you showed when he was around.
"After all they do say the lines between love and hate tend to blur." Kitty said as she took a sip of her drink and you only scoffed, ready to reply saying you knew where you stood and you were gladly under the hate side, despising Min ho because of his unbearable personality that would make you so mad.
So mad you'd want to punch his pretty face at times.
"Uh oh." Q said suddenly as his eyes caught a sight that he wished wouldn't have but they quickly widened when he realised you were literally right next to him and probably heard him.
Naturally your eyes moved to where he was looking, and oh how you wished you also didn't see what you just saw but for completely different reasons that you couldn't put a finger on at the time being.
Minho stood next to Madison as he whispered something into her ears, which made her laugh, you saw the way his arm was wrapped around her waist, hiding her close to him.
You felt like throwing up as your stomach recoil and churn, moving your eyes, not wanting to think more of this than you should. But it seemed as though it was impossible as the image replayed in your mind.
You felt the tension in the air when your face twisted bitterly, noticing your friends also tensing up and felt guilty for suddenly changing the cheerful mood.
"Guys come one now, I don't care, now go and have fun!" You reassured them as they looked at you skeptically.
"Listen, he can go and fuck around with whoever he wants, I really don't care. We shouldn't let this ruin our moods. Now go." You bit on your tongue as put on a tight smile, no usual dimples peaking, a sign it was fake.
Hearing the firmer tone at the end, Q and Florian nodded as they held hands "Okay then, find us when you need us okay?"
Q said as you just mindlessly nodded and they also moved into the flow of the crowd.
Kitty still looked at you skeptically but you just smiled at her, now a genuine one telling her to go on and finish her agenda of meeting new people.
At least one of you seemed ready to move on.
"Thank you." You heard a voice suddenly speak up from beside you as you sat nursing the cocktail in your hands, it's coolness relieving the warmth your body felt.
"Oh someone with manners, I like that." You said putting down your drink, deciding that if he can fuck around when he wants, who were you to not as well.
The guy next to you turns towards you, him taking in your figure, a smirk forming on his face as he realised who you were.
"I'm Geon." He said to which you smiled.
"Y/N." You spoke up to which he chuckled which made you a bit confused,
"Oh I know." You raised an eyebrow at his words,
"It's an honor to have the hottest girl here talking to me." He said with a grin as you then lifted your drink to take another sip, after which you giggled at his words, even though you didn't think you would have even been phased if it weren't for the alcohol now slowly flowing in your system.
"Oh yeah? Tell me more." You leaned in closer to him with a smug smile, biting your lip lightly to which you think again, this probably wouldn't be happening right now if it weren't for the liquid courage or your mess of an emotional baggage.
This whole spectacle was being seen by someone who'd otherwise think you were both already together. He rolled his eyes, looking away as he clicked his tongue, folding his arms and a scowl of both disgust and jealousy forming on his face.
Of course.
He thought looking back at the pair of Geon and you.
"I think she's better than all the other girls, even Yuri, people say she's the prettiest but don't realize that they are wrong. And Kitty next to you looks so underwhelming but both of them are nothing but plain next to you."
And despite you starting to feel more tipsy, you controlled the urge to just flip him off.
Instead you leaned in closer, raising one hand and cupping his face, bringing your face near his ear, as though you'd whisper about how he was definitely right, a light smile forming on his face.
That's what he thought at least.
Chuckling lowly, you whispered sweetly,
"You know sweety, what type of men I absolutely despise?"
You briefly made eye contact with him when he looked down at you from the corner of his eye.
"The ones who bring women down in hopes of getting into my pants and thinking that will actually work."
You trailed your hand down his neck, fingers lightly touching, he gulped as he shivered under your touch, the grin forming on his face long gone when he heard the venom lacing your tone.
"Let alone the fact that they are my best friends, and trust me, if I wanted to I'd punch the shit out of you right now but,listen to me carefully."
You rested your hand on his collarbone,
"No girl is meant for your judging pleasure especially not for undeserving dickheads like you and if you dare talk to me again, trust me, I can do much worse than you can think."
You leaned back and patted his chest, grinning widely, but your eyes said a completely different story.
"Now. Fuck off."
And fuck off he did as he swallowed nervously, turning around and moving into the crazy crowd,mumbling something under his breath, you not really caring to pay attention to his words as you sighed out, rubbing your forehead with your fingers.
Men are nothing but disappointment, what did I even expect ?
"Hey guess what!- what happened to you?" Kitty said as she suddenly appeared from your right side making you surprised but you smiled at her reassuringly, not wanting her to know what that jerk said for obvious reasons.
"Oh it's nothing, it's getting noisy that's all." Kitty didn't seem convinced at all because she did spot you talking to Geon, not wanting to interrupt when he saw you whispering something to him,
Huh so she really was serious about the whole meeting new people thing?
But when he walked away looking a little paler, she figured it was not exactly what it looked like, deciding that she should intervene now.
"Oh-kay but you know what, I just…" You now looked forward your back facing the bar as you placed your elbows on the counter, leaning onto them, raising an eyebrow at her for her to continue,
"I am glad I came here, I'm glad we all did, I'm happy, for once and it feels so…so good to be happy with you guys who I didn't think would even be my friends."
She said smiling at you, her sitting down next to your stool, and you turned your neck, looking at her now,
You smiled, finally a genuine one and it showed when your dimples showed,
"I'm glad I met you guys as well." You told her and just as she was about to say something, her eyes trailed towards your left, narrowing to make sure she was seeing right.
She froze when she saw you look at her, naturally wanting to see what made her look the way she was looking right now.
"Uh! Well look you know I'm happy you…uh well you agreed to come here!" She pulled your shoulders a little forcefully, the rotating barstool moving and making you now face her.
You looked perplexed at her behaviour, especially how she almost knocked you out but she just smiled at you, a little too forcefully.
"I just think you should know you deserve better than you think and even if it's not-"
"Kitty."
You called out to her, stopping her rambling, moving your hands up from off your shoulders.
"What's got you so…so nervous all of a sudden?" You questioned seeing her eyes still fixated behind you, her hand stopping you again from turning around.
"I just don't think you should see this. Really." She swallowed nervously and you waved her off,
"It's not that deep Kitty chill." You said but how you wished you'd listen to her.
You went rigid, seeing the sight now in front of you and clenched your jaw.
There was Minho in all his glory, kissing, no more like passionately making out with none other than Madison.
He had his arms around her waist as she played with his hair, and you could see her smile into the kiss. His mouth moved from her lips to her jawline and you watched her giggle as he seemed to be whispering something that made her laugh only more.
Fuck.
Why did it feel like someone just ripped your heart out and smashed it right in front of you with their bare hands?
You turned towards the bar, squeezing your eyes shut, holding your head in your hands as you felt the pounding in it get harder.
You gulped harshly trying to squeeze the image out of your brain,
"Y/N." Kitty put her hand on your shoulder, her warm touch contrasting the coldness you felt.
"Ah, I should have listened to you." You laughed but it held no humour. You could feel your emotions go all over the place as you replayed everything you'd seen till now.
Both of them laughing together, him looking at her as if she was the only on there, him focusing on her as if she was the only one there, him making out with her as if she'd slip away from his hands.
"You know what maybe I just need a little drink." You raised your hand up calling for the bartender and asking for two cocktails.
You put your hand out to Kitty expectedly, her frowning at the way you tried to act as if it was all right but she could see the unshed tears on your lash line.
Before she could say anything, you asked her quickly,
"Where's that whisky Florian gave you?" Talking about the flask she'd been hiding in her purse that was given to her by Florian.
"Y/N, you can't just drink away your emotions like this, you can't even handle alcohol-"
"Kitty, I'll be fine, just…just give it to me please?"
She sighed, she knew about your tendency to avoid talking about your feelings. She just opened up her purse and removed the flask just as the bartender served the drinks.
You took it from her and poured a questionable amount but you didn't really care at the moment, wanting to feel the high rather than the heaviness you currently felt creeping in your chest.
Raising a toast to yourself, you grinned up at Kitty, a sorrowness that only made her feel more and more sympathic for you.
"Here's to the most unluckiest person at the moment, me!"
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That was now half an hour ago, and here you were now wrapped tightly around the very person who'd made you feel miserable in the first place.
"You know it's not even his fault. We don't even like each other. I'm pretty sure he hates me but why the fuck does it hurt so bad?" You whined as you pulled away from the supposed stranger's, attractive one at least, body and stood up on your own.
You pushed his arms away from you and you almost stumbles but held one hand out when he tried to hold you again to prevent you from falling,
"Y/N you'll fall-"
"No, I'm fine, I swear. I don't even know why I just dumped that weird emotional baggage onto you, sorry."
"Thank you anyways, for you know saving me from breaking my own face right there, if you want me to repay you, just come to Chemistry class first period on Monday!"
You stepped away from him and trying to not cry because no matter how drunk you were you didn't want to cry over some stupid boy.
Minho stood there, his eyes downcast as he remembered the look on your face, he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily.
How do I even begin ?
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