#‘like his EYES?’ ‘I KNOW!!! and the JAWLINE??’ ‘his LIPS’ ‘OMG YES’

[nyxtickled]

one of my fav parts of relationship anarchy with @exene666 is hanging out with someone that we’re both mutually attracted to and then looking at each other the second they leave and screaming to one another about how fucking HOT they are for the next like 10 mins fhshdkdjksjd

[ririkookiemonster]

no textbooks here — JJK

Summary: being a model in the art class was common for you, but this time, you gave a chance to be the female model in biology class. it was for educational purposes anyway, how far could it go?

Pairing: male model jungkook x female model oc

Genre: Smut

Warnings: human sexuality/ biology class au, university au, voyeurism, unprotected sex (DO NOTTT unless you wanna be a mama) public sex, sex ed au, nipple stimulation, cock stimulation, kissing, multiple orgasm f, missionary, riding, cumming inside, no use of contraceptives specified, shy jk at first, they both are so cute at the end.

Word count: 5k+

Writer: riri🪵

Writer’s note: omg its finally here! i was thinking to write smth ab this ever since i read a voyeurism smut ab sex ed and i hadddd to write one. i love how cute jk is. i love the scenes where they well… get passionate. too cute ahhh. lemme know if you liked it. to be added in the taglist, fill the google form given below or leave a comment!

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You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before nervously pushing open the classroom door. The soft creak of the hinges seemed louder in the stillness, amplifying your unease. As you stepped inside, your eyes immediately scanned the room. It was as you expected—empty, save for one person seated at the front: Mr. Jung, the lecturer you had been told about. His presence was commanding but gentle, his smile warm and welcoming, like a ray of sunshine on an otherwise dreary day.

“Come in, come in!” he called out with a bright tone, his gaze locking onto you as you hovered awkwardly in the doorway. His voice had a way of cutting through the silence, easing some of the tension you hadn’t realized you were carrying. You stepped forward, your footsteps quiet but deliberate as you made your way to his desk, each step a small victory over your nerves.

“It’s great to meet you,” Mr. Jung said with a friendly nod, his voice smooth and calm. His smile lingered, putting you at ease, if only slightly. He pushed a sheet of paper across the desk in your direction, his movements unhurried. “I just need you to fill out this liability waiver.”

The words were said so casually, but the simple task still felt like a small hurdle. You stood across from him, fingers lightly brushing the paper as you picked it up, your heart still racing just a bit, though his calm demeanor had begun to settle the unease that had gripped you since you walked in.

“Just the standard agreement,” Mr. Jung continued with a calm, practiced tone. “You’ll be paid at the end of the class. And... you’re aware that this is a practical demonstration, meaning you’ll be fully naked?”

“Yes... Of c-course,” you stammered, the words tumbling out awkwardly. You reached for a pen from the stand, trying to ignore the sudden wave of nervousness. Your eyes skimmed over the document—standard terms, conditions, rules, payment details, and all that. You’d done this sort of thing before for life drawing classes in the art department, so the nudity didn’t bother you as much as it used to. Still, this was the biology department, and that made it feel... different. Without much thought, you roughly scribbled ‘Y/N’ at the bottom of the page, the pen shaking just a little in your hand.

As you set the pen down, your gaze drifted around the room once more, and that’s when you noticed something or rather, someone you hadn’t before. Sitting off to the side, near the blackboard, was a guy you hadn’t seen when you first walked in. He was quiet, almost too still, which explained why he had escaped your attention earlier.

He looked up, and your breath hitched for a moment. His piercings were the first thing you noticed. his lips, eyebrow, and ears all adorned with silver hoops and studs that caught the light. Despite his edgy appearance, his eyes were surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to his sharp jawline and the strength in his build. Even beneath the loose, black T-shirt he wore, you could tell he was well-muscled, his broad shoulders and solid frame evident.

Your gaze continued downward, noticing his dark blue jeans tucked into chunky, black combat boots. His medium-length curly hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame his face. Everything about him radiated a kind of effortless cool. And, if you were being honest, this man was HOT.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure as you realized just how much this guy's presence added to the tension simmering beneath the surface.

He glanced at you for just a fraction of a second, barely acknowledging your presence before averting his gaze, his expression unreadable. It was almost as if he didn’t want to make eye contact. “This is Jungkook, third-year, and the male model for today’s demonstration,” Mr. Jung explained, nodding toward the guy. “Please, take a seat next to him.”

You gave a quick nod and made your way over, sitting down in the chair beside him. Jungkook’s hands rested in his lap, fingers nervously intertwined. It surprised you to see that, beneath his tough, bad-boy exterior, he seemed just as anxious as you were. Sure, he was undeniably attractive—more than that, really. but the way he fidgeted made him look kind of... cute. You couldn't help but wonder how someone who appeared so effortlessly cool could be just as nervous about this as you were.

And then it hit you: you were both about to be naked. Fully.

But, of course, it was purely for educational purposes—nothing more than a biology lesson where the two of you were simply models helping students learn. Still, the thought had your stomach doing somersaults.

You cleared your throat, hoping to ease the tension between you two. “Hey…are you nervous?” you asked, leaning slightly toward him, trying to break the ice.

Before Jungkook could respond, the door swung open with a loud bang, and a flood of students poured in, filling the once-quiet room with laughter and chatter. You watched as they settled into their individual seats, each equipped with small, built-in desks, their attention mostly focused on their own conversations rather than the two of you.

Whatever nervous conversation you had hoped to start was quickly drowned out by the buzz of the classroom coming to life. You stole another glance at Jungkook, catching him briefly biting his lip before his gaze returned to his lap. It was clear neither of you was prepared for what was about to happen, but there wasn’t much time to dwell on that now.

Once the room settled and Mr. Jung began the lesson, you couldn't help but scan the students seated before you. Their eyes were on you-curious, almost probing. You were relieved that they were all first years, strangers whose names and faces you didn't know. It made things a little easier. Still, a few boys in the crowd kept sneaking glances in your direction, and you swore you caught some of them smirking, making your nerves spike even more.

After about five minutes of introductory remarks, Professor Jung's voice called both you and Jungkook to the front of the room. Your stomach twisted as you slowly stood up, feeling Jungkook rise just behind you. The two of you walked forward in unison, the students' gazes growing heavier with every step.

"Good morning, everyone," Mr. Jung addressed the class. "Meet Y/N Y/L/N and Jeon Jungkook. They'll be the models for today's lesson." His voice carried easily through the room, formal yet calm, as though what was about to happen was routine.

Then he turned to face both of you. "If you could both remove your clothes, please," he said, his tone polite but firm. You felt a sharp wave of mixture of excitement and anxiety rise within you, knowing the moment had finally come. and you two began two began to undress in front of the class.

You always enjoyed the thrill you got from being naked in front of the art classes you had modeled in. You like being a muse. You liked the feeling of all their eyes on your body and you expected this to be no different. You pulled off your white sweater over your head, followed by your tank top. You slowly began to unbutton your baggy jeans and slipped them down to the floor, pulling off each leg in turn until you were just in the simple baby pink underwear you had chosen to wear today.

You glanced next to you, where Jungkook was also down to his Calvin Klein underpants. You glanced over as he pulled them down and almost gasped out loud. His cock, although soft, was massive. You could see its outline from the white underwear he was wearing. It hung down limply between his legs, framed by a thin patch of newly grown hair, as if shaved recently.

You hastily turned your eyes back to the class and unhooked your bra, exposing your firm breasts. Then you removed the final item of your clothing, your panties, slipping them down your knees, revealing your own trimmed bush to the watching eyes. Not gonna lie, you were kinda embarrassed. You could have shaved or waxed. But you were here as a model anyway. You just wanted your paycheck for the day.

Your eyes scanned through the crowd. Some of the students looked embarrassed, red in the face, others looked excited. One boy right at the front was watching both of you with curious eyes, a big grin on his mouth. You and Jungkook stood there, upright and completely naked, as Professor Jung walked back and forth in front of you both, talking about various parts of anatomy and pointing at them by his telescopic pointer.

"Here we see,the female nipples are not yet aroused. The areola are widened and flat and the nipples themselves are not yet hard." Mr Jung explained, the end of the pointer hovering an inch from one of your nipples.

"And below," he continued, moving the pointer to indicate the area between your legs, "Is the Vulva. Not to be confused with the Vagina, of course, which is the interior part we can't see at the moment. In this, as you can see, the subject has chosen only to trim and not remove her pubic hair."

Some of the students nodded, while others just kept gaping at you. You were enjoying them all looking yourself naked, especially the guy in the front with a strange twinkle in his eyes. You felt yourself getting a bit aroused, your heart thumping loudly in your chest.

Mr Jung then moved on to Jungkook, pointing out at his much smaller nipples than his penis and testicles. The pointer then moved to his dick and balls, as the professor went on about the anatomy of a male’s cock. It was unusual that he made no mention of the fact that Jungkook’s cock was well…. big.

"Okay," Mr Jung said, striding back in front of you. "Y/N, if you could lie on the desk please? Yes, like that, lift your legs up. Perfect.”

You followed Mr Jung’s instructions and laid on the desk, your feet facing the students. Under his direction, you opened your legs up and put your feet on the desk so that your opening was all on display of the students now. You felt a strange feeling of thrill arising in your chest yet again, but you couldn’t see the reactions of the crowd, as you were looking up at the ceiling.

Soon after, Professor Jung began indicating parts of your vulva with his pointer.

"This outer area here is the labia majora," he explained, the cold metal of the pointer touching your lower petals, making your lips slightly open because of the sensation.

"The vaginal opening, and above the labia minora. This subject has fairly small labia minora but it's not uncommon for them to be much bigger and extend beyond the labia majora." Mr Jung continued, the pointer gently kept touching you, as if almost being teased. You felt yourself getting wet from the sensation and kept praying that it wouldn’t be visible.

"This is the urethral opening where urine is excreted from and also female ejaculate, we'll cover that in week five. And finally, the clitoris, also called the clit. Boys take careful note exactly where that is." He joked as the pointer came to rest on my clit, nestled under its hood. The class tittered dutifully.

"Thank you Y/N, you can stand up again," Mr Jung asked. Once again, You both stood naked and motionless before the class as he continued to drone on about the concept, that was arousal now. Soon again, Mr Jung turned to both of you again.

"Now, remember how we saw that the subject was not showing any signs of arousal…?"

There were a few nods from the class, and Mr Jung smiled. "Jungkook, can you rub or suck Y/N’s nipples please? We need you to stimulate them, and we’ll see what outcome we get from that.”

Jungkook glanced at you nervously, and then made his way to you until he was facing you. He lifted one hand up to your breast and cupped it gently, then very carefully he rubbed your nipple with his thumb. It felt nice and you felt a burst of pleasure rush through you.

"Look!" Professor Jung said, his voice was getting excited. “as we expect, the areola has tightened and contracted and the nipple has hardened as blood has rushed into it..”You were enjoying the stimulation Jungkook was providing you by using your tits as stress balls that you felt your breathing was getting deeper. Thats when you heard Mr Jung’s voice again.

"See how the subject's breathing has also changed. Jungkook, give the other one a suck, see how much you can stimulate it."

Jungkook bent down and took your other sensitive peak into his mouth, his tongue, warm and wet, lapping against your skin as if trying to explore the most of it. He started sucking more effectively, his teeth gently grazing on your nub, making you feel hot and bothered. You let out an involuntary gasp, which seemed to please the professor to heights as he gestured excitedly to the class.

"Okay, that's enough," He said as Jungkook returned to his original position beside you. The professor indicated your saliva glistened nipple with the pointer, and flicked it back and forth with the end, making you gasp again.

"Look, it's very hard and so much larger now. That's the result of the extra stimulation we saw. There are other signs of arousal we can look at on the female in a moment, but first let's have a look at arousal on the male. Is there anyone who can tell me the most obvious signs of arousal in the male of the species?"

There was a slight hesitation evident in the class which was quite expected and understandable. After a few seconds, a girl in the left wearing yellow shirt cautiously put hand up.

"Erection?" she asked, biting her lip in nervousness and embarrassment.

"Exactly!"Mr Jung chirped. "Increased heart rate, change in breathing, even hardened nipples are some signs when a male is sexually aroused, but the most obvious sign will be the enlargement in penis size as the blood rushes through the Male genitalia, also called erection."

Mr Jung turned back to you, "Y/N, can you get on your knees and stimulate Jungkook’s penis with your mouth please?”

You almost got a heart attack as you heard that. Yes, you were here just for a biology lesson but the thought of sucking Jungkook’s huge cock in front of the whole class sent a bolt of lightning straight to your cunt. The professor reached behind the desk and handed you a cushion, that you put on the floor in front of Jungkook’s feet and knelt on it, your knees buried in it for support. Jungkook’s cock was inches from your face. It was still soft, but long. You gingerly reached up and held it, your hand surrounding all the way round his girth.

You felt the warm member twitch in your hand, as you wrapped your other hand around it too. Its bulbous head was red and there were three prominent veins visible on it. You took a dee breath before leaning in and putting his thick shaft in your mouth and you knew that now, it was Jungkook’s turn to start breathing heavily.

As your tongue played with the head of his cock, you swore you heard an ‘ah’ leave his mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbing as you felt it pulsing and swelling. You bobbed your head back and forth, only getting a couple of inches in your mouth, but using your hands to jerk his shaft too.

The class was absolutely silent and they watched in rapt attention as you continued to work on him. You could feel their stares on both of you. You felt kinda excited and thrilled doing this in front of so many people that the weird pleasure caused your cunt get more wet with your slick, aching with need. You took his cock out of your mouth and looked up at it, still holding it in both hands. It was fully erect now, warm and slick with your saliva.

"Perfect!" Mr Jung exclaimed, "And quite an impressive specimen as you can see. Notice how the veins in the penis have become more prominent and also how the scrotum has become tense and doesn't hang down so low. Thank you Y/N, I think you can let go now." he said, causing a ripple of nervous laughter around the class and lightening the tension.

You stood up and came back to your original position, wiping the wetness around your mouth and chin with the back of your hand. Jungkook meanwhile, turned back to face the front, his big cock still pointing straight upwards in salute.

"Now, I mentioned there were other signs of female arousal. Let's see if any have presented themselves. Y/N, if you could turn around and bend over the desk for us please?”

You did as he asked, soon following his next instruction to spread your lips with your hands.

You were bent over the desk now, your hands on your cheeks spreading them apart to give the audience a view of your asshole and cunt wide open. You felt the cold metal of the telescopic pointer against your ass when you heard professor Jung again.

"So, who can tell me what signs of arousal we can see here?”

You couldn’t see who was talking, but a guy with a deep voice cleared his throat and spoke up, "She's wet professor,"

"Good," said the professor, "The vagina has produced some fluid to aid in lubrication, and you can see it's practically dripping out in this case. The act of stimulating her partner has clearly caused her to become quite aroused. Anything else?"

There was silence from the class. "Come on," he encouraged.

After a few more moments, a nervous female voice said "Labia are engorged?"

"Yes! You can see that is quite obvious here," the pointer touched your lips. "In fact, the whole vulva is slightly swollen and engorged with blood now. Her clitoris also looks a lot bigger and redder now." You just stood there, bent over the desk, your nipples pressed against the cool wood as everyone stared at your swollen hole.

“On to the next part of the demonstration. Y/N, can you come round the side of the desk please, yes bend over the desk again. That's right, so they can see you from the side. And Jeon, come behind her and penetrate her."

You instantly felt your heart racing at thousand miles per hour as soon as you heard the professor say that. This man, with a HUGE dick was going to what, fuck you in front of literally everyone? Considering your state right now, you desperately wanted him to fuck you, as you could feel your pussy throb for him, but in front of the class? It was kinda… interesting but it sure was a turn on for you.

You felt Jungkook approach you from behind, his hands lightly rubbing the flesh of my ass cheeks, his hardness pressed against your opening. You could feel his head teasing your folds when he slid himself inside your pussy in one swift movement. You cried out at the feeling of being stretched and opened by him, even though you were wet as fuck. Being filled up by his cock let pleasure rushed through your body and you felt every part of yourself tingling with energy.

You were bent over the desk, your head turned to the class. You could see their faces watching You as Jungkook started thrust inside you, your cunt gripping him tighter after another thrust.

“Ah fuck, so tight!” Jungkook moaned out, his pace quite rough as his one hand was on your cheek, spreading them apart so he could see your asshole and pussy clenching around him, swallowing every inch of him. Your loud cry with every thrust only fueled his arousal as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

The professor was pacing up and down, still talking to the class, occasionally gesturing towards both as he explained something. Either of you both couldn't understand what he was saying, your whole attention was taken up by the relentless pleasure. You felt a pit in your stomach as you felt a tingling sensation of climax rising inside you, which made you slightly anxious; you felt it would be embarrassing to lose control and orgasm in front of the class.

Suddenly, professor Jung’s voice interrupted, "Stop right there then Jungkook, that's great."

Jungkook breathed out, and pulled out, as you let out a whispered whine and glanced around. He held his hard cock in one hand and it was covered in your essence. You felt empty and open, as if something you needed had been taken away from you and left you incomplete. The professor was pointing out the creamy wetness on Jungkook’s cock.

"Okay, I think it would be interesting to demonstrate a couple of other key sexual positions." Mr Jung continued. "Y/N, would you mind getting on your back on the desk so we can demonstrate the missionary position?”

You nodded and laid on the hard desk before professor Jung passed you the cushion to put under your head. Luckily, it was a sturdy, old fashioned oak desk, and it hardly moved as Jungkook added his weight to it, climbing on top of you between your legs.

"Now, we saw in the previous position that the penis can stimulate the g-spot, but the clitoris would need manual stimulation. In the missionary position however, the male's pubic bone can provide some clitoral stimulation." He then continued to say something about it being the most common position, but at that point, Jungkook’s huge cock entered you again and you completely switched off.

Our gaze locked together, Jungkook began to fuck you hard again, both of you breathing heavily as his one hand groped your right breast. You loved the feeling of him inside you, fucking you as deep as he could go, and you felt the same feeling rising up in you again.”

"Jungkook, please. Can we demonstrate some kissing, let's try to make it slightly realistic for the class." professor Jung told him, before going back to talking to the class about how the vaginal canal lengthens during arousal.

Jungkook leaned over, his lips grazing over yours as he sucked on your bottom lip, his tongue grazing between them as if seeing permission to enter your mouth, and in the next moment, you felt his tongue inside your mouth as you both let out a shaky moan. He was warm, and tasted of mint. His loosened locks from the ponytail hair hung down over your face.

The combined sensation of the passionate kiss with hard thrusting into your core suddenly spiraled you out of control and you felt myself go over the edge. An intense orgasm washed over you, consuming your whole body. You screamed and dug your fingers into Jungkook’s back as you rode wave after wave of pleasure that coursed through you, your pussy convulsing violently.

“oh my god!” you breathed out, throwing your head back in pleasure.

Jungkook slowed, and kissed you again as you came down from your high. Mr Jung was continuing to talk to the class, "So, we weren't going to do the female orgasm until week three, but never mind. As our subjects have accidentally demonstrated already, it's interesting to note that only around 25% of females can climax from penetration alone."

Jungkook was slowly moving his cock in and out of your soaking cunt now, giving you a break after your orgasm, but it felt amazing. You were already hoping that you’d be able to meet up with him privately for a more intimate sex session. And he was a great kisser.

"Fantastic," said the professor, "But we're running out of time, so let's move on to the male orgasm." You heard a groan, this time from Jungkook almost like a whine as he pulled out from you, and got off from the table, helping you do the same.

Mr Jung fetched a chair and placed it in front of the class. "Jungkook, please on the chair. and Y/N, if you mount him. Let's make sure everyone can see properly." Jungkook followed, sitting on the chair, facing the crowd as you walked over to where Jungkook was sitting on the chair, your legs weak and shaking from the orgasm. You could feel your juices running down your thighs. You glanced at the crowd once and saw they were squirming in their seats looking all hot and bothered.

You turned my back on the class and straddled Jungkook, sinking down onto his cock, feeling him filling you once again. “Oh my god, Y/N.” Jungkook moaned, throwing his head back from the sensation.

Professor Jung was behind you pointing out the details of the penetration and how your lips gripped his penis and-all-that. He pointed to your exposed asshole, "We'll cover anal sex in week four.”

You started to ride Jungkook, wrapping your arms around him as you rode him on the chair. You wanted the sensations to last forever, the thought of thirty pairs of eyes watching your lips wrapped around his cock only spurred you on even more. You started fucking Jungkook as hard as you could, leaning in to thrust your tongue in his mouth.

"Okay Jungkook, when you're ready you can climax inside her." Mr Jung said, folding his arms and stepping back slightly to allow the class a good view. Jungkook hands grabbed your ass and he spread your ass with his fingers as you rode him.

“Oh yes, fuck! yes” You moaned out as you felt yourself coming again. You cried out as your whole body shook and your cunt contracted around his swollen meat. His fingers gripped your ass tightly, and he let out a low groan as you felt him unload his hot ropes of cum inside you, his cock throbbing and pulsing.

You held each other tightly as you took heavy breaths. You saw how worn out he was, how his big doe eyes were staring into your, and how his bottom lip twitched slightly as he lets out ragged breaths. You could see his mole under his bottom lip and a scar on his left cheek from the first time up this close.

He was beautiful.

You couldn’t help yourself, as you grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him sensually, to which he immediately responded to, kissing you back gently, as he felt you thumb caressing his scarred cheek. Even the professor was momentarily speechless. There was not a sound from anyone in the class.

Finally, You pulled off, breathing heavily and lifted yourself off his cock and floods of cum poured out of you, covering Jungkook’s cock and thighs with your slick and his release. Both of you were in quite a state, covered in sweat and cum.

Mr Jung quickly regained his composure, his signature smile back in his face. "An excellent demonstration from our two models." he began, "Please give them a round of applause."There was a smattering of clapping from the class for a while before he continued.

"The semen in this position is leaking out of the female. If they were having sex for breeding purposes, the missionary position would be better."

The bell for the end of the lesson rang and he raised his voice over the sounds of the rest of the class getting to their feet and packing up their things. "The homework for this week, please try to engage in the sexual act yourself with as many partners as possible, but please ensure to use protection and get tested for HIV with your partner. Better be safer than sorry. Also, I'd like two thousand words on your experiences, due in before the lesson next week."

The class filed out and Jungkook and you retrieved your clothes and hastily got dressed. The professor came up to us with a smile.

"Not too bad for a first attempt," he said, "Same time next week. you’ll get your pay by 6 in the evening.” He smiled as he exited the classroom, leaving both of you alone in the classroom. You sighed as started you started to walk up to the door to leave before you heard Jungkook’s voice behind you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Hey… Y/N?” He took some calculated steps towards you, his hand shoved in his pocket as he continued,

“I had well… fun in today’s lesson.”

You bit your lips nervously, nodding slightly, “I did too. You were amazing.”

Your words caused Jungkook to chuckle a little, as he walked close to you, looking down at you. “I’d want to experience everything with you again. Not in lesson’s though….”

You nodded, before he continued.

“You wanna go get coffee to celebrate our demonstration with me after you get cleaned up? I’ll wait for you outside the locker room’s bathroom. You can take as much time as you want.”

You could feel your cheeks heating up, you were definitely flustered.

“I’d love too….”

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-riri🥞

[luviisabella]

hello!! i was here to ask if we could get a fic of giving denki a blowjob for the first time, and thats how reader finds out hes a vocal one !!

author notes: oh I LOVE you for requesting this, omg yes. I love diff characters but I also know he’s so vocal !! Thank you for the request bby 💘

18+ ⭐️ + University AU

- he’s not loud on purpose, he actually try’s to muffle his moans by biting his bottom lip or gritting his teeth but it just doesn’t work

- especially not when the girl he’s been pursing for two years is finally his girlfriend and especially not when she’s sucking him off like this

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“Y/n..” he groans and throws his head back.. you’re already teasing the tip of his dick with your tongue and from that alone he’s trying his best to not cum

You look up at him with the prettiest eyes before wrapping your soft hands around his length

“You don’t have to-“ but you cut him off the minute you took in his tip and began slowly stroking his dick

He didn’t want you to give him head first but you opted, because you needed to clarify the thought in your head that told you he’s vocal.. the idea of it was such a turn on you didn’t even hesitate to ask the moment he walked into your room

“Mmpf f-fuck hngh-“ his moans were like melodies, if you didn’t have your shorts on still you’d probably be playing with your pussy while giving him head just to satisfy the tension building in your lower abdomen

But for now, his whines would be more than enough..

You weren’t looking at him anymore, your eyes were shut as you found rhythm in your movements

He finally looked down at you, the lewd sight alone making him melt.. he then noticed the hair in your face and decided to brush it away to make it easier for you, it was an innocent act but you thought it was so hot you started sucking him faster and he was losing it

“Fuck, y/n ple-please I-“ and he bit his lip, his words nothing but noises now as he moaned

He didn’t realize he was involuntarily bucking his hips, the act turning you on even more and you couldn’t help but moan as you placed your hands on both sides of his thighs, now taking him in fully

“Hah- fuck fuck fuck, s’ good so good” the words fumbling out of his mouth with barely any coherence, all he could do was take the brutal pace you were giving him

“Wait ngh- w..wait im-“ and you knew exactly what he was gonna say. You didn’t plan on stopping, if anything you took this opportunity to swirl your tongue around his tip and really take him in the back of your throat, softly humming at the sensation of feeling full.

You didn’t realize the low vibrations were adding stimulation until he gently grabbed your hair, he didn’t dare pull it but instead seemed to be massaging your scalp. He was a bit scared of being rough.

“Im gonna cum, im- fuck- sorry” and you pulled back once before taking him in fully one last time. Letting your throat close on his dick as he reached his high, the feeling of him finishing down your throat making your pussy ache.. it felt like you were being edged.

After you heard his breathing die down you pulled back and licked your bottom lip, gently brushing it with your thumb before standing up and looking at your now overwhelmed boyfriend.

You began kissing his jawline causing him to softly whine before whispering in his ear…

“I look forward to doing this again, Denki”

author notes: I hope you enjoyed this ml, absolutely loved writing this for him, he’s definitely vocal + he’s such an underrated character, love him <3

[wonton4rang]

bnd fav positions???

oh hi there 🤩 istg I thought I made this already but I checked (im dumb so maybe i did and missed it) and didn’t see anything in regards to this so let’s get to it !!

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pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, smut.

summary: bnd legal line favorite positions.

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sungho; call me crazy but sungho is such a reverse missionary man (idk if that’s the name or if that’s a thing but see the picture attached at the end for reference of what im talking about) because omg, he needs you close, he needs to feel your body, your warmth and the way your ass has that small friction with his pelvis drives him crazy. he would intertwine your fingers and kiss his way from your shoulder, neck, jawline and finally your lips, making you squirm and shake due to the pressure his own body has on yours. ugh, he’s such a good and loving fucker, I-

riwoo; sooooo cowgirl but he’s sitting up and y’all are staring into each other eyes and kissing. i do not make the rules, i just follow them. he is sooooo into you (quite literally), kissing your lips and softly moaning against them while you bounce on his cock, his hands traveling from your ass to your thighs, back up to your waist and finally hugging you to bury his face on your neck and start thrusting up when he can’t take anymore and feels your cunt tightening around his dick. makes u come every time, and every time you come back.

jaehyun; reverse cowgirl, yes. he is laying back on the bed, his head slightly raised against the pillow and he can only see the way your pussy takes his dick, your ass giving him the view he needs to shiver and let small cries out. the way you can handle him is insane, choosing the pace and rotating your hips when you felt his dick twitch inside of your pussy. this position had you in control but it also gave him the chance to thrust up and hold your hips from the back every once in a while to make YOU tremble and scream his name before you creamed his cock.

taesan; would y’all believe me if I said missionary? cause he definitely goes for this one every single time. he loves to see your face, he loves to be in top of you, feel your heart race against his chest, see how you blush and how your face contours when you moan his name softly, letting him know how good he was fucking you. and he especially loved the control he had on the pace, thrusting deep but not too rough until it was necessary to make you cry out loud because of how good he felt, his dick would love your insides, slowly dragging himself inside of your wet pussy and kissing your lips as the cherry on top when you came, smiling at you when the tight grip your hands and arms had on his back loosened and you just gave in to his chest while you kissed each other.

leehan; okay but like wtf. i feel like leehan would be one of a kind, multipurpose, fucking you on every position available. but if i had to pick one for him… maybe cowgirl? like the regular one, you facing him but he’s laying down in bed. i feel like he would let you take the lead, allowing you to adjust to him but he would also want to look at you, asserting his dominance with just a stare and a little smirk, holding your hips just for support and nodding at you while licking/ biting his lips and moaning a little bit for you when you started moving. that alone would make you clench your cunt and he knows the effect he overall has in you.

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I forgot to add the picture of sungho’s position :’) but here it is. This is kinda what I meant

[mountainficss]

hii hshshs what are your thoughts on jeonghan as a menace bestfriend who likes to tease you but one day you decided to tease him back by shoving a ruler in his face and asking if you could measure him HSBDHDHDJFB SORRY THIS JEONGHAN BRAINROT IS JUST 😓😓😵😓

!! mentions of: dirty talk

omg i TOTALLY understand anon. jeonghan is just so…ugh…

jeonghan would be a little SHIT. i imagine him doing the most irritating things to tease you. you usually just sit through his teasing, rolling your eyes and letting it happen. of course he does it because he loves you, but it’s irritating when your best friend is that pretty. he’d sneak up behind you and whisper dirty things in your ear, the way you jump at his sudden proximity making him giggle. would also convince you to hug him, outstretching his arms towards you until you sigh in defeat and wrap your arms around his torso. his arms would trap you in, and he’d press playful kisses to your cheeks until you push him away. there are times where his kisses would travel to your jawline, causing you to let out flustered yelps as you shove him. he’d just smile like the little shit he is, giggling at your angry expression.

one day he’d be acting extra annoying (and horny), and would make even more vulgar statements than usual. during class you’d yank a piece of his hair after he pissed you off, and he’d respond with a groan and a muffled “pull harder next time. ’m into that.” you’d just gasp and swat him in the arm, earning a sleazy smile from him in return. after you eat lunch with him, you would complain about how full you were. jeonghan would make a joke about how he can fill you up too, and you’d search for the nearest object to throw at him (a grape at the time). you’d have no idea why jeonghan was acting like this, but you’d start to get fed up.

“you know, i bet i could make you happy,” hannie would muse vaguely, his hooded eyes staring up at you sitting on his desk. you’d gaze down at him from over your nose bridge, lifting an eyebrow up in questioning. “’m really good with my hands. my mouth too.” he’d tug his lower lip between his teeth as he smiles, the habit making your stomach churn. he always looked so pretty doing that. you were tired of his teasing though, so you decided to fight back. “well, hannie…” you’d start, narrowing your eyes at the boy sitting below you. you’d snatch up the ruler sitting on the table, swiftly leaning in close to jeonghan from above while you shove the ruler in his face. “can i measure you, then? i wanna make sure your dick is just as good.” you’d smirk meanly, watching his eyes cross cutely to look at the ruler, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. his mouth is ever so slightly agape, little stammers and stutters tumbling from his pretty lips. he can’t even look at you, eyes practically glued to his desk as he tries to get it together. you had always been so insouciant when it came to his teasing, so pliant. so hearing you snap back with something so dirty, he wouldn’t even have the words to respond. you’d slide the tip of the ruler underneath his chin, using it to gently guide his face upwards. he’d stare up at you with wide, glazed over eyes while you flash him your prettiest smile. “is that a yes?” you’d tease, enjoying the shock on poor jeonghan’s face. he wanted to tell you that you could do more than just measure him, but all that escaped his throat was a choked “mhm!” you’d just scoff at him, leaning in closer so you were barely a foot away from his face. “fine then. you can meet me at my house later since you want me to so bad.” he wouldn’t even be able to answer you, his mind would just be whirling with all the thoughts of what you had planned for him. that’s what he gets for teasing you all the time <3

taglist: @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @luvseungcheol , @wonvsmile , @haolovre , @aaniag , @writingbarnes , @dokyeomkyeom , @allieyaaa

[n0vazsq]

Winner | Lamine Yamal x Reader

pairing . . . lamine yamal x gf!reader

summary . . . After watching your boyfriend play a match, he invites you over to the field so he can teach you how to play

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.5k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . idk why it took me sm time to write this like it could've legit taken me like 40 mins but idk </3 I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTT! i forgot i was writing a fic halfway through the football tutorial so lets ignore that <3 I YAPPED MY ASS OFF IN THIS LIKE OMG

taglist . . . @barcapix (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The football field was still buzzing with energy as the match wrapped up. The sound of boots pounding against the turf, the cheers from the crowd, and the sharp whistle from the referee all began to fade as players gathered around, stretching and cooling off.

You had been watching from the sidelines, eyes glued to Lamine as he darted around the field with the kind of ease that made his talent look effortless.

The excitement from the game was still fresh, but your mind wandered back to the way he had been glancing your way every time he had a chance. You’d been there to support him, of course, but you couldn’t help the little excitement that ran through you each time your eyes met his.

As the final whistle blew and players started to make their way to the sidelines, Lamine broke away from the group, his expression lighting up when he spotted you. A quick wave, a playful grin, and then he jogged over to where you were standing.

"You're watching or you're playing?" Lamine asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Watching," you replied, offering a smile. "You guys were amazing out there."

"Not as amazing as you," he replied with a wink, brushing his sweaty hair out of his face. His gaze softened as he looked at you, his hands resting gently on your waist.

You smiled, your heart swelling at the sincerity in his voice. "You’re my favorite player, Lamine. Always." you said, your fingers lightly tracing his jawline.

The air between you two shifted, the teasing and laughter fading into something more affectionate. Without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, the kiss slow and easy, like you both had all the time in the world.

He responded instantly, his hands moving to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, and for a brief moment, everything else disappeared, just the two of you, the feel of his lips against yours, and the quiet hum of the evening.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other, and you stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the quiet closeness. "I love you," Lamine whispered, his voice low, sincere.

"I love you, too," you replied, your voice soft. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, his heartbeat steady and reassuring, and in that moment, everything felt right.

"You know," he said with a mischievous smile, "you should try it yourself."

You raised an eyebrow, unsure whether he was serious or joking. "Try what?"

"Football," he said, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "I’ll teach you. We can make it a proper football weekend."

A laugh rose up from your chest. "I’ve never played before, Lamine. I’d probably mess it up."

He leaned in, the grin on his face widening. "You won’t mess it up. I’ll teach you. You’re smart, you’ll catch on quickly. Plus, it's just for fun."

You hesitated, but the enthusiasm in his eyes was impossible to resist. "Alright, fine. But only because you asked nicely."

Lamine led you to a quieter part of the field, away from the hustle and chaos of the game’s aftermath. The soft sound of the ball bouncing on the grass as the remaining players finished packing up and heading off was the only noise. It felt peaceful, almost surreal, like this was a private moment between the two of you.

"So, first things first," Lamine began, positioning the ball on the ground in front of him. "The basics. You kick the ball, try to keep it under control, and-"

You interrupted with a mock roll of your eyes. "I know how to kick a ball, Lamine."

He laughed and nudged you lightly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Just making sure. But do you know how to pass, control it, and dribble without tripping over your own feet?"

"Fair point," you said, stepping up to the ball and kicking it lightly, feeling it roll a few feet ahead. "Like this?"

"Not bad," he said, his tone approving. He came closer, showing you how to position your foot, his own demonstrating the proper technique as the ball gently tapped the grass and spun away. "Like this. You want to keep the ball close to you, not too far ahead. And don't worry about looking perfect, it’s just practice."

You tried again, this time focusing on keeping the ball close to your foot as you tapped it forward. Lamine stood close by, offering tips and making sure you didn’t get discouraged when you missed or sent the ball off in the wrong direction.

"See? You’re getting it," he said after your fifth attempt. "You just need a little more practice."

"Easy for you to say," you muttered, smiling despite yourself. "You’ve been playing for years."

"Doesn’t mean you can’t learn," he said confidently. "Everyone starts somewhere. And you’re a quick learner. I’m impressed."

You couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride at his words, even if they were just about kicking a football around. It was nice to be noticed, especially by him. You had always admired his dedication and skill on the field, but seeing him take the time to teach you felt… different. It made your heart flutter in a way you didn’t quite understand.

"Okay, now for the dribbling," Lamine said, stepping back to give you more room. "It’s all about control, and… well, not letting the ball get too far away from you."

You focused hard as he demonstrated, showing you how to move the ball with precision. After a few tries, you started to get the hang of it. You felt more confident, and that confidence seemed to spark something in Lamine.

"Hey, not bad at all," he said, grinning. "You're a natural."

"Maybe I’m just good at listening," you teased, wiping the sweat from your brow.

He laughed, stepping a little closer to you. "You’re good at more than listening."

You tried to ignore the warmth that spread through you at his words. Lamine had always had this effortless way of making you feel special without even trying.

"Alright," he said, pushing the ball toward you with his foot. "Let's see if you can get it past me."

You gave him a skeptical look. "What, now we’re playing against each other?"

"Why not?" He shrugged, clearly enjoying the playful challenge. "Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you."

"Well, aren’t you confident?" you said, laughing as you readied yourself to try and dribble past him. The challenge had you on edge in the best way, and you focused on the ball, taking a deep breath as you tried to maneuver it around him.

The two of you danced around the field, him weaving around effortlessly, showing off his moves while you stumbled after him, trying to keep up. But each time you managed to get close, he'd use his quick footwork to steal the ball away with a teasing laugh.

"You’re getting better!" he said, as you finally managed to get a little too close for comfort, kicking the ball out of his reach.

"Don’t get cocky now," you shot back, smiling.

He walked over, clapping you on the back lightly. "You’ve definitely got potential. Who knows? Maybe we’ll make a footballer out of you yet."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You weren’t sure if he was joking or not, but the idea of spending more time like this with him, laughing and learning together, felt… nice. More than nice.

"Thanks, Lamine. For everything," you said, glancing up at him.

He flashed a grin, his usual cockiness replaced by something softer. "Anytime."

"Hey, get the ball, it's rolling away." you laughed, pointing behind him.

Running to get the ball, Lamine walked back to you, a troublesome grin playing on his lips. "Well," he said, pulling you into a side hug, "I think it’s time for my reward for teaching you football."

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. "And what would that reward be?"

"Well, first," he said, his voice dropping lower as he gently kissed your temple, "I get to kiss you again."

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing small patterns on his chest as you looked up at him. "Seems like a pretty good reward to me."

His grin widened, and without warning, he cupped your face, gently guiding you in for another kiss. This one was more urgent than before, his hands finding your waist like usual. You melted into him, your hands slipping around his neck as you deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of him.

When you finally pulled back, your heart was racing, and a playful sparkle flickered in your eyes. "Is that all I get for my efforts?"

Lamine laughed, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "For now," he teased. "But I think I’ll find more ways to show you just how much I appreciate you later."

You smiled up at him, holding his hand in yours. "I look forward to it," you said, leaning into him again, content in the warmth of his embrace.

Lamine might've won the football match, and maybe your heart too. But until now, you've won in life.

And maybe won his heart too.

[sturniololuvz]

can you please make a story where the sister (16-17) likes this guy and the triplets are frequently teasing her thinking it’s some really popular dude and then that dude comes over and it’s like a cute nerdy guy with classes comes over and they are building Lego’s together and then after that dude leaves they tease her even more yk?

(Sorry this is so bad !!!)

-🍁

omg yess! and you just started something for me, i think my anons should all ask to like an emoji! for example you would be 🍁 anon !!!

“Unexpected Crush”

Sturniolos x sister

“Okay, so who is it?”

Y/N rolled her eyes as she scrolled on her phone, ignoring Chris’s smirk from across the couch. “Not telling you.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Nick chimed in from the kitchen. “You’ve been all giggly and sneaky lately. You totally like someone.”

“I do not giggle.”

Matt flopped onto the couch beside her, draping an arm over the back. “You so do. You’ve been texting someone nonstop, and you even smiled at your phone yesterday. That’s suspicious.”

Y/N groaned, shoving his arm away. “It’s not that deep.”

Chris grinned. “So it is a dude.”

Nick gasped dramatically. “Is it like… some super hot, popular guy? Football player? Senior?”

Y/N rolled her eyes again. “No.”

Chris ignored her. “Oh my God, imagine it’s like, the school’s golden boy. The quarterback. The guy all the girls want.”

Matt smirked. “Maybe it’s someone with a jawline that could cut glass.”

Nick nodded. “Super athletic. Tall. Drives a Mustang.”

Y/N groaned. “Can you guys please shut up?”

“Nope,” Chris said, popping the ‘p.’ “Not until we meet this guy.”

“Well, lucky for you,” Y/N mumbled, standing up, “he’s coming over soon.”

All three of them sat up, eyebrows raised.

“What?” Matt asked. “Like, today?”

“Like, right now.”

Before they could respond, the doorbell rang.

“Oh, this is gonna be good,” Chris muttered, nudging Nick as they followed Y/N to the door.

She took a deep breath before opening it, revealing—

A nerdy-looking guy, standing awkwardly on the porch, holding a LEGO set.

He had messy brown hair, slightly oversized glasses, and a Star Wars hoodie. He smiled shyly at Y/N. “Hey.”

“Hey!” she beamed, stepping aside. “Come in.”

As he walked past them, the triplets stared, dumbfounded. This was not what they were expecting.

“Uh… guys, this is Liam.”

Liam waved awkwardly. “Hi.”

Chris, Nick, and Matt exchanged glances, trying to hold back their laughter.

“What’s in the bag, bro?” Nick asked.

Liam perked up slightly. “Oh, uh, it’s the LEGO Millennium Falcon. Y/N and I are gonna build it.”

Chris bit his lip. “You’re gonna… build LEGO’s?”

Y/N folded her arms. “Yes. Problem?”

“Nope,” Matt said, shaking his head quickly. “Not at all.”

Liam smiled, completely unaware of the teasing energy in the room. “Cool. Let’s do it.”

For the next couple of hours, Y/N and Liam sat on the floor, fully invested in building their masterpiece. Meanwhile, the triplets sat on the couch, watching in absolute amusement as their little sister blushed every time Liam complimented her.

When Liam finally left, Y/N shut the door and turned to face them.

It was silent for about two seconds before they lost it.

“Oh my God,” Chris wheezed. “You’re telling me we thought you were crushing on some football player when it was Lego Boy this whole time?”

Matt clutched his chest. “Bro walked in with a Millennium Falcon and stole our sister’s heart.”

Nick wiped away a fake tear. “Beautiful. I love this story arc for you.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face. “You guys suck.”

Chris slung an arm around her shoulders, grinning. “Nah, we love you. And we love Liam. But just so you know—you’re never living this down.”

Y/N sighed. “Figured.”

AU: make sure to ask for an emoji in my requests!

[cutecherrygirl]

Enhypen Imagine

First kiss 😘

Warnings: fluff

Jake

- I think he would plan the first kiss and make it very special and memorable 😍

- im thinking he would take you out on a romantic date and just melt you with compliments the whole time until your face is as red as your dress

- he would be so cheesy omg 😭

- he would drive you home and when you arrive at your house, you guys would just sit in car in silence untill he places his hand on top of yours and kiss the back of it.

-you would look at him and give him a soft loving smile

- he would smile back and slowly start to lean in to see your reaction

-you close your eyes and blush a bit when you feel his lips on yours

-the butterflies in your stomach doubled and you felt like you were about to fly and Jake was a bit shy but hid it well.

Heesung

-he would do it with swag you wouldn't even notice it was a kiss.

-he would invite you to Hybe so you can be with him during his break

- you guys would eat and laugh together while the other members were judging you for being too loud

-after the members finally leave you alone, you calmed down a bit and got all shy

-Heesung leaned in his seat and watched you eating your sandwich. He then got up and sat next to you, he placed his arm around your shoulder and smiled at you

- you looked up at him "what?" You asked with small laugh at the end

-he just kept looking at you "you're just really pretty to look at" he said with a smirk and you start blushing more "omg! Stop, like...." You say while laughing and looking away.

- "why should I stop? You are mine, so Why can't I compliment you?" He asked and you just laughed and turned to face him "because ill melt like a gummy bear, you want that?" You ask while laughing softly and he just smiled and said "I bet you already got the gummy bear taste, lets find out" he then leaned in kissed your lips very softly and lovingly.

- after few seconds, he pulled away and smiled at you while caressing your cheek with teh back of his hand "hmm, yes you do". With that, you blushed even more "Oh my god Heesung, you little rat" you said in joking way before pecking his lips. This took him by a suprise but he didn't mind 😩

Sunghoon

-it would happen naturally with him

-you would be cuddling in his bed and watching tik toks.

-him spooning you and laying his head on yours so your cheek is pressed against his (i hope you know what I mean)

- he would just suddenly start placing soft butterfly kisses on your cheeks, jawline, ear and behind your ear.

-you would giggle since it tickles a bit abd would tell him to stop but he just kept going lol

- "stop" you said again softly but he just chucked and kiss your ear instead and bite it softly.

- "if you give me a kiss, I might consider it" he whispered in your ear and you blushed like a frog

-after few moments, you turned off your phone and slowly shift and turn around to face him. You locked eyes with him and he tucked some of your hair behind your ear, his eyes never leaving yours.

- "gosh, you have eyes of an angel" he whispered before placing his hand on your cheek and running his thumb over your cheekbone slowly.

-he always compliments your eyes, he always tell you you have the most sight, and when you look at him with those eyes, he just falls for you more and more each time.

- he leans in and first kiss the tip of your nose then slowly moves down to your lips and press his lips against yours into a soft and loving kiss.

-he kept caressing your cheek while you kiss, you placed your hand on the back of his neck to pull him a bit closer and he liked that alot.

-you two kept kissing for few moments before pulling away and giggling.

Jay

- he won't be nervous cuz he knows its a natural human thing to do and every couple does it 🤷🏻

- he would invite you over to the Enhypen dorm when all the members go out.

-You would cook dinner for both of you and you would just have nice time <3

-after you guys ate dinner and cleaned the kitchen, he would pour you a glass of wine and put on some slow songs because why not.

- since it was getting dark, he would light up a cherry scented candle and dim the lights down to make it more romantic.

-you guys loved doing stuff like this, it just felt so natural and romantic and it felt like you two were the only ones in the world.

- you take your wine glasses and start slow dancing together to the beat of a song.

- He placed his and your wine glass down and place his hand around your waist and the other one holding your hand, you placed your hand on his shoulder and held his hand with the other one.

- you danced together and sang the song while looking at each other with eyes full of love 😍😍

- after some time, he pressed his forehead against yours and smiled, you smiled back and boop his nose with yours which made him laugh a bit.

- You stayed like that for awhile before Jay slowly stopped moving and so did you.

- you looked up at him and smiled, You slowly shift your arms so they are around his neck and he placed his hands on your waist and smiled back at you.

-You both then leaned in and kissed. It was so sweet and innocent but loving at the same time 😍

Jungwon

-he would invite you to his place to play video games.

- you come to his place and saw him already playing, you pouted annoyed that he started without you but you didn't really care

-"Babe, I brought you mini bites" you said happy and toss him the bag of mini bites, he smiled happy "thanks! I love these!" He walked to you and hugs you tightly.

-you played video games for 4 Hours, after loosing 7 times already, you gave up and just leaned back on the couch and watch Jungwon play

- "babe, its fine... No one is good at video games anyway" he said trying to comfort you, he placed his hand on your lap and tap it softly "i know but like... I should be good cuz I always watch you play!" You said Embarrassed.

- Jungwon thinks for a second "i know what might make you feel better" he smiled and you look at him curious "what?" You ask, tittling you head to the side a bit.

-he blushed a bit before leaning in and kissing your lips.

-you were surprised but didn't mind, you kissed him back and suddenly, it wasn't awkward anymore.

-when you pull away, you both were red like two parrots

-"that was nice" you said softly and he nodded "yeah" he couldn't look at you cuz he was so shy but it was cute

Sunoo

-you guys were having sleepover!!!

-you were doing skin care, you put on Cherry face mask and Sunoo put on Melon face mask

-your evening was filled with laughter and joy.

- you made white chocolate chip cherry cookies and tea, it was delicious and it warmed up your tummies!!

- Sunoo was so happy because he had such stressful day and you doing all this with him really made him relax and enjoy his time 🥰

- you were applying lip softener on his full pink lips while you both sat on the bathroom floor and you were telling him the tea from school.

- "No, because Tiffany is really getting on my nerves" you said annoyed and Sunoo listened to every word you said so he can comment on it later.

- moments like this, make him realise you are the one for him, it makes him realise how miserable and useless life would be without you next to him. You complete him, you took his heart and you treasure it like its going to break. You give him love and care every day, he just wants to spend the rest of his life with you, he feels like the luckiest guy in the world, sometimes you would catch him stick out his tongue to the other guys cuz they will never have you lol.

- "are you listening to me?" You ask with a pout. He snapped back to reality and nodded "yeah . Tiffany is a bitch" he said while blushing.

-"yeah, I hope she turns into a cockroach, oh wait...she already is one" you said and Sunoo started laughing his ass off.

- You started laughing too.

- after few moments, you both calmed down and just sat there in comfortable silence

-"I love you..." Sunoo suddenly said in soft tone, you looked up at him and smiled "i love you too Baby" You said softly.

-Sunoo smiled and moved to sit closer to you. You lay your head on his shoulder and he took your hand in his interlocking your fingers.

- "Can I kiss you?" Sunoo whisper after a long silence.

- You looked up at him "you can try" you whisper back and he blushed a bit before leaning down and capturing your lips with his.

-the kiss was short but very loving, you could almost feel his every emotion from that kiss and it felt good.

-after pulling away you guys just kept looking at each other while smiling like two idiots.

Ni-ki

-you came back from school and went to Ni-ki's place to hang out and watch Tik toks.

-it was like 7 p.m. and you both were exhausted. (Thats how long my school is, idk about y'all 😭)

- you layed in his bed trying to figure out if its day or night and Ni-ki layed Next to you almost sleeping.

-you didn't cuddle or anything because his mom was home and she would scold you but after few hours she left

-as soon as Ni-ki heard door closing, he layed closer to you "baby..are you sleeping?" He whispered and you mumbled "no.."

- he chuckled softly at your tiredness and layed on top of you

- "you are so cute" he whispered and pecked your cheek, you giggled a bit "stop.." you whispered and wrap your arms around his neck, he buried his face in the crock of your neck while you played with his hair and caress it.

- you stayed like that for awhile, comfortable and tired.

-Ni-ki was so relaxed and happy, he felt like he won a jackpot

-"i wanna spend our days like this every day" he mumbled in your neck and you smiled "me too" you said softly and he started planting soft pecks all over your neck and shoulder.

-you just let it happen and continue carressing his hair.

-he then started moving his pecks from your neck to your throat and then your chin, his moves were very slow and comfortable.

-you felt like you were in heaven lol

- When he got to your chin, he pecked it and then moved to your cheek. He pecked your cheeks, nose and forehead.

- after realising there's only one place he haven't kissed yet he started blushing a bit. He moved your hair from your face with gentle moves and just caressed your cheek softly.

-you smiled and leaned into his touch. After awhile of hesitating, Ni-ki finally got brave and leaned down to kiss your lips. The kiss was soft but since it was both your first kiss, neither of you knew what to do so it was basically just a long peck without moving your lips since you didn't wanted to ruin the moment 😭

-after awhile, He pulled away and looked at you, you looked back and blush while giggling softly. He giggled too and pecked your lips again before burrying his face in your neck and biting it playfully before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath since he can't believe he finally kissed you.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

[oldiesstationlover11607]

hello??? yes?? PLEASE write the fic w reader who loves kissing too much omg. specifically with tyler 🤭

i think it would make for some really good fluff. i know you said you werent feeling the smut fics right now anyway!! so i think it'd be nice as fluff !

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Pulling me closer - Tyler Joseph x reader

Warnings: mentions of an oral fixation and making out lmao

A/N: thought this would be fun to write real quick so here it is 🤭 let me know if we want a Josh version bc I can 100% write a Josh version 😘

There was something addictive about Tyler on tour. I wasn’t even sure what flipped the switch for me, but somewhere between watching him command the stage every night and the constant rush of traveling together, I just wanted him close all the time. And I wanted to kiss him—so much that even I noticed how ridiculous it was getting.

It was all I could think about: grabbing him by the hand, pulling him around corners and into secluded hallways, stealing any moment I could get. And it wasn’t like he resisted. Not even a little. If anything, I think he got a kick out of it.

The real trouble started after one show, though, when he was in the middle of a backstage interview. He was a few feet away, in that battered, green room chair, answering some question about the new album. His answers were thoughtful, but every now and then, I’d catch him glancing over, trying not to smile when he saw me staring at him. He knew what I was thinking. It was obvious from the way he’d fidget or adjust his grip on the mic, glancing over at me like I was distracting him.

And yeah, I probably was. Because I was leaning against the doorframe, playing with the zipper on my jacket, pretending to be nonchalant. I knew he could see me giving him that look—the one that made it crystal clear what I wanted.

Finally, he broke. I saw it in the way his mouth twitched. He held up his hand to pause the interviewer, cleared his throat, and muttered something about needing a quick break.

I was already halfway down the hall before he caught up with me, that slow smile forming on his face as he shook his head. “You’re relentless, you know that?”

“Pretty sure you like it,” I replied, stopping when he was close enough to lean into.

His hands settled on my waist, but he kept that slight distance between us, teasing. “Oh, I definitely like it,” he murmured, leaning down until his lips were just barely brushing over mine.

I felt my breath catch as I pressed closer, but he still didn’t close the gap, making me wait for it. “You’re impossible,” I mumbled, grabbing onto the front of his shirt to tug him forward, but he resisted, smirking.

“So eager,” he whispered, tracing a slow path with his thumb over my cheek. “Is this your thing? Just… dragging me off every chance you get?” His hand slid down, fingers playing along my jawline as his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Or is it just the kissing part that you’re so into?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t act like you haven’t been waiting for me to do it.” I tried to sound defiant, but my voice was a little breathless.

He just chuckled, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe me. “You’re right,” he admitted, finally brushing his lips against mine, soft and teasing. “But it’s starting to feel like a kink, the way you always have to have me all to yourself.”

I rolled my eyes, laughing against his mouth. “Like you mind. You’re practically made for making out, you know.”

“Oh, am I?” He cocked his head, his thumb tracing my lower lip now, his voice dropping a little lower. “You know, I think you’re into more than just kissing.”

My face felt hot, but I couldn’t look away from him. “And what if I am?” I challenged, even as my heart raced.

His mouth curved into that devilish smirk, and he let his thumb press against my lips, just a little. “Then maybe I should start testing that theory.” His voice was low and teasing as he brought his other hand up, brushing his fingertips along my mouth. “Because, knowing you, I think you’d enjoy just about anything I’d do.”

I felt my breath catch, and I couldn’t help it—I nipped at the tip of his thumb. He laughed, clearly not expecting that, his eyes darkening just a little as his thumb slipped past my lips.

“Oh, so that’s how it is,” he murmured, his voice just barely a whisper. His other hand settled on my hip, pulling me closer, his thumb pressing lightly into my mouth. I met his gaze, my cheeks warm, feeling his thumb rest on my tongue, and I wrapped my lips around it just enough to make his eyes widen.

His mouth was next to my ear now, his breath warm as he whispered, “I might actually have to cancel the rest of this interview if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Good,” I said, and he let out this soft laugh, pulling his hand away and finally kissing me with that full, deep heat I’d been craving all night. His mouth moved over mine, slow and deliberate, and I felt his hand slipping down my back, holding me so close I could feel the steady beat of his pulse through his chest.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing a little heavier. I couldn’t help but laugh as I pulled away just a little, looking up at him. “Still want to go back to that interview?” I teased.

“Oh, I’m not going back,” he said, smirking as he leaned in for another kiss, his hands slipping down to the small of my back. “I think you’ve ruined me for the night, anyway.”

Of course, our sneaky escapades didn’t stop there. Tyler wasn’t one to miss an opportunity, especially when it came to teasing me. The next day, while we were waiting for the soundcheck, he decided to turn the tables. Leaning against the side of the stage, he gave me this sideways grin, the kind that always made my heart skip.

“You know,” he said, arms folded as he watched me, “I’ve been thinking. It’s like, if I don’t give you exactly what you want, you’re gonna drag me offstage mid-set one of these nights.”

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. “Oh, so now I’m the distraction?”

“Well, yeah,” he said, not even trying to hide his smirk. “I mean, you don’t see me pulling you into dark hallways every chance I get.”

I raised an eyebrow, not buying it. “That’s because you don’t have to. I’d follow you anywhere, and you know it.”

“Oh, trust me, I know.” He stepped closer, and I could feel the warmth of his breath against my cheek. “I just didn’t realize you’d get all… attached.”

“You’re calling me out for being attached?” I shook my head, laughing as I shoved him lightly. But he caught my hand, lacing his fingers through mine and giving me that look—the one that always left me breathless.

“Don’t pretend you’re not into it,” he whispered, leaning close enough that his lips were just a breath away. “Into me.”

I felt my cheeks flush, but I didn’t let go. Instead, I pulled him even closer, standing on tiptoe to murmur in his ear, “Maybe I am. And maybe you just love it.”

His laughter was soft, almost disbelieving. “Yeah. Yeah, maybe I do.”

And he didn’t even let me finish before he pulled me in, his mouth crashing down on mine as he kissed me with that kind of wild, reckless abandon that made my head spin. We were both a little breathless when he finally pulled back, brushing a thumb over my cheek.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble one of these days,” he murmured, but the grin on his face told me he’d gladly take it.

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REQUESTS OPEN

[iphone18pham]

Time With You

Disclaimers! Bad grammar, Not Proofread

Paring: Prince!Hyunjin x Prince!reader Ft Yeji as hyunjin sister

Masterlist: GG,   BG

Genre: fluff, tiniest bit of angst and suggestive

Synopsis:You are supposed to marry Princess Yeji but you end up likeing her brother more.

An: OMG I have 2 other fanfic’s that are finished and i need to post and i have 1 that is almost done. Also this is my first time making something like so if you like this please requests.

 Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a prince (male reader) who was supposed to have an arranged marriage with the beautiful and kind-hearted Princess Yeji. He had known about this for a long time, but the thought of marrying someone he barely knew left him feeling uneasy.

One day, at the palace's grand ballroom, where the arranged marriage was celebrated. (male reader) was nervous, but entered the ballroom anyway. After a little chatter with other higher-ups (male reader) caught a glimpse of a tall, handsome man with piercing eyes and a sharp jawline. It was none other than Prince Hyunjin, Yeji's older brother and the kingdom's most eligible bachelor. As the night wore on, (male reader) found himself drawn to Hyunjin's magnetic presence. He was funny, smart, and had a way of making (male reader) feel seen and heard in a way that no one else had ever done before.

As the night drew to a close, (male reader) found himself alone with Hyunjin in the palace gardens. The moon cast a soft glow over his sculpted features as he turned to (male reader), a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"I couldn't help but notice the way you were looking at me tonight," Hyunjin said, his voice low and smooth with a smirk plastered on his face. "Do you have something on your mind?"

(male reader) felt his cheeks flush as he struggled to find the right words. "I...I don't know what you mean, Your Highness," he stammered. "I'm just...nervous about my upcoming marriage to Princess Yeji."

Hyunjin's smile faded slightly as he leaned in closer, his gaze intense. "You don't have to marry her, you know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You could choose someone else. Someone like me, for instance."

(male reader) felt his heart skip a beat as he realized what Hyunjin was saying. Could it be possible that he felt the same way (male reader) did? That he was willing to risk everything for a chance at something real?

As (male reader) gazed into Hyunjin's eyes, he knew there was only one answer. "Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want you, Prince Hyunjin."

Hyunjin's face split into a megawatt grin as he pulled (male reader) into a tight embrace,his arms wrapping around him protectively. "I'm so glad," he murmured, his lips brushing against (male reader)'s ear. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long." Suddenly, Hyunjin leaned in and pressed his lips against (male reader)'s, the wetness of their tongues mixed with all the tension, creating a sensation that was both electrifying and intoxicating. Their kiss deepened, and they lost themselves in the moment, oblivious to the world around them. It was okay for them to finally express their true feelings for each other. When they finally pulled away, they were breathless and giddy, their hearts racing with excitement. Although with everything going on inside, all they could focus on was each other.

From that moment on, Hyunjin and (male reader) were inseparable. They went on secret dates, held hands in the palace gardens, and stole kisses whenever they could. They knew that what they were doing was risky, but they couldn't help themselves. They were in love, and nothing else mattered.

However, their happiness was short-lived. One day, while they were strolling in the palace gardens, they were caught in a compromising position by one of Yeji's attendants. The attendant immediately reported what she had seen to Yeji, who was devastated by the news.

Yeji confronted her brother and (male reader), demanding to know why they had kept their relationship a secret. Hyunjin was unapologetic, insisting that he loved (male reader) and that he didn't care who knew about it. (male reader) felt guilty for hurting Yeji, but he knew that he couldn't deny his feelings for Hyunjin any longer.

In the end, Yeji agreed to cancel the arranged marriage and let (male reader) be with Hyunjin. The couple was relieved and grateful, but they knew that they would have to face the disapproval of many members of the kingdom. They were willing to risk everything for their love, but they also knew that it wouldn't be easy.

Despite the challenges they faced, Hyunjin and (male reader) stood together, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes with unwavering love and devotion. They knew that they were meant to be together, and they were willing to fight for their happiness, no matter what.It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, the announcement of my arranged marriage to Princess Yeji. But as I walked into the grand ballroom of the palace, my heart sank. I couldn't help but feel like something was off. 

[starshine-hockey-girl]

Part Three

Link to part two

November 14th - Pappas house

Sera sat on her bed and read her novel. Her concentration was interrupted by the sound of a tapping on her window. She looked over and saw nothing. She returned her attention to her book when she heard “Sera!” coming from outside. She jumped from her bed and went to the window. Sidney stood outside in his game suit. 

Sera looked around and smiled, “OMG, you were serious.” Sidney looked around and made the mental calculations. Suddenly, he started climbing the large sycamore tree. Sera watched as he expertly maneuvered his way up and across the limb that stretched below her window. Within a minute, he was grabbing onto the window ledge and climbing inside awkwardly.

Sera stood in amazement as he tumbled onto the floor. He looked up at her with an impish grin. She bent down to help him but he pulled her on top of him. “I can’t believe that you climbed into my bedroom window,” she teased before pushing herself off his chest. 

“I told you not to underestimate my desire to kiss you,” he grinned as he rolled over onto his side and propped his head up with his hand. He took a moment to admire her bare legs. His gaze lowered up to the bottom of her nightgown and her feet covered in matching fuzzy socks. The look was the antithesis of sexy but Sidney licked his lips anyway. He imagined what was beneath the nightgown. 

In the three weeks since their memorable third date, Sera and Sidney had seen each other as much as possible. Inevitably, they found themselves in Sidney’s bed. However, Sera had not been bold enough to spend the night. Every night, however, her departure got later and later as she stalled to leave. Sidney played the part of the patient boyfriend, but truthfully, his frustration was growing. 

He climbed up onto his knees, crawled to and pulled her down to the ground with him. They sat on their knees and he wrapped his arms around her body. He began kissing her. The kisses started as sweet, tender kisses. With each kiss, though, the passion and the intensity grew between them. “I missed you, Seraphina,” he groaned as he lifted her off of the floor and carried her to her bed. 

His body hovered hers as he kissed along her jawline and down her neck. His hands started at her knees and worked their way up her thighs. Sera’s mind raced with dizzying desire. There was no doubt that she wanted him. The past few weeks had awakened the sensual side of her soul and she was desperate to make up for lost time. She was on the verge of giving into her desire when she remembered where they were. 

“Sidney,” she panted as his hand slid under nightgown, “Sidney- you have to stop.” It took a half a second for her words to register in his brain, but he withdrew his hands immediately. 

“Is there something wrong?” he asked. 

“We can’t….. We can’t,” she started as she searched for her words. Her mind was most definitely saying no, but her body was still arguing to say yes. He looked down at her with tender, yet lust filled eyes. “We can’t have sex- not here and not now,” she gasped. 

Sidney saw the anxiety in her facial expression and smiled sweetly. “I know,” he said softly as he pushed her hair back from her eyes, “I just got a little carried away.” His hands gently caressed her thigh, “I just missed you. I can go now if you want.” 

“Nooooo,” Sera exclaimed before she clamped her own hand over mouth. Her eyes widened before they started giggling at her outburst. She ran her thumb over his forehead, “I’d like for you to stay. Please stay with me.” Sidney positioned himself next to her in the bed and held out his arms to her. She snuggled into the crook and nuzzled her face into his chest. 

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” he yawned, “Wake me up in a little bit. I need a little rest before I drive home.” 

“What if you didn’t?” Sera asked without thinking. She dreaded the thought of him leaving her alone. As much as she wanted him physically, she felt a deep need for his presence. She longed to fall asleep in his arms. “What if you stayed all night?” she asked as her fingertips played with the buttons on his shirt. Her eyes focused on a singular button as she anticipated his answer. 

Sidney paused before he responded. The desire to be in her presence was overwhelming. Thoughts of how they would handle the morning bubbled to the surface, but he pushed them down along with thoughts of the significance of staying. He looked down and felt a flood of emotion. He took his finger and lifted her chin so that he could see her face. “There is nothing I would rather do than spend time with you,” he answered. 

Sera beamed at his response. “Really?” she said breathlessly as she pushed up and kissed him. 

“Really,” he kissed her back, “But I really have to pee.” 

Sera thought of how to get  Sidney down the hall to the bathroom. First she quietly walked down the hall and listened at her parent’s bedroom door while Sidney watched from the doorway. The soft sounds of her parent’s snoring assured her that the coast was clear. She waved to him and he walked softly to the bathroom. Sera stood guard outside the door. 

Once they were safely back in her room, Sidney undressed down to his boxers. She averted her eyes in a fit of shyness. Sidney eyed the twin bed suspiciously. He crawled underneath the covers and held them open for her. Once it became obvious that the small bed would necessitate Sera’s body being basically on top of him, he warmed up to the twin sized coziness. Within minutes, their limbs were intertwined and her head rested on his chest. 

Sera felt her body relax as she tried to the wanton desire between her legs, unaware that Sidney fought the same battle. His fingers traced up and down her spine, over her flannel nightgown. Within minutes, they were both fast asleep. 

The next morning, Sera’s eyes fluttered open. Somehow during the night, they had managed to flip positions so that Sidney was now on top of her. His torso rested on hers and his wide hips spread her legs apart. She smiled as she casually ran her fingers through his hair. 

“Mmmmmm,” she thought to herself, “I could get used to this.” She allowed her mind to wander freely as she thought about a potential future with Sidney. A picture of her with two small children popped in her head - all of them dressed in matching Crosby jerseys. “Like a Crosby Crew,” she smiled. She looked down at Sidney sleeping, mouth open in deep slumber. She was beginning to feel the urge to pee and she looked at the clock on her phone. It was almost nine AM. 

“Wait,” she thought to herself, “What day is it?” Then her brain kicked in, “Saturday. It’s baby Alex’s baptism. Shit, We have to leave in an hour which means that the immediate family will start to descend upon the house soon.” Then she looked down, “Damn, I gotta get him out of here.” 

Sera shook his shoulders, “Sidney, Sidney….. Wake up!!!”

Sidney rubbed his face into her boobs, “Noooooo, it’s too cozy.”

Sera persisted in shaking him, “Sidney, we overslept. Holy crap, we overslept.”

Sidney grinned and hugged her tight, “It’s okay. I don’t have practice today. We can spend the whole day together.”

Sera pushed him up and slid out from underneath him. She ran to grab his clothes. “No, we can’t. I have that family thing today, remember? Shit, I have to get you out of the house before everyone wakes up,” she urged. “Come on, get dressed,” she pleaded. She went to the window to open it up.

Sidney got up and took his pants from her and began dressing. “I could just go out the front door, you know,” he sighed, “LIke a normal person and not some dirty little secret you are trying to hide.” There was a note of bitterness that surprised both of them. Sera’s face blanched as she watched him dress. “Do your parents know about me, Sera?” he questioned. Sera stared at him without speaking. He pressed on, determined to get an answer, “Do your parents know about me or am I a secret?”

Sera acquiesced and spoke, “ They know ABOUT you. They know that I am dating someone, but they don’t know about YOU.” 

Sidney recoiled slightly, “Is that what this is? Just dating?”

 “Says the man who crawled into my window for a booty call,” she snapped back. 

“It wasn’t a booty call and you know it,” he huffed. He surprised himself with the venomous tone. Sera could hear the anger in his voice, at least what she thought was anger.  In reality, it wasn’t anger at all. It was a hurt hidden beneath the surface. 

Sera examined his face and saw the sadness in his eyes, “You’re right, you’re right. No, this isn’t just dating- not for me” She walked to him and placed her hand on his chest. 

“It’s not dating for me either,” he felt the tension start to leave his body. He pressed on, refusing to drop the subject, “Why are you keeping me secret? Usually I have to put the brakes on women wanting me to meet their parents- not the other way around.” Sera went to speak but he interrupted her, “Don’t focus on the other women here Sera. Focus on the question.”

Sera looked up into his eyes, “I am trying to answer you. It’s not intentional. I am not hiding you on purpose.” 

“Then what is it? Is it because I am not Greek?” he grasped at straws. Sera stood still and bit her lip. She struggled to find the words. Sidney took her silence as confirmation, “Is it? Because I am not going to turn Greek any time soon, Sera. If that’s a dealbreaker, you need to let me know.” His heart pounded. He had heard from a teammate that Greek families preferred to marry within their community. He wasn’t sure just HOW Greek Sera’s family was, but considering they ran the best Greek restaurant in town, it was a safe assumption. This conversation was taking a dangerous turn and it felt like they were reaching a breaking point.

Suddenly, Sera’s eyes filled with tears, “Noooooo, that’s not it. Okay, maybe a little bit but it’s definitely not a dealbreaker.”

Sidney observed her closely, “Then what is it?”

Sera finally responded quietly, “I am afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” he asked, bracing himself for the worst. Suddenly it hit him that maybe she didn’t want all of the baggage that came with a relationship with Sidney Crosby.

Sera worked up the courage and said, “I am afraid that my family will scare you off. They can be pretty intense.” Sera thought about the huge crowd that they expected at baby Alex’s baptism and the reception afterwards. It would be over two hundred people. All of them would be eyeing him suspiciously and questioning his motives.  

Sidney wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead, “What did your aunt tell you? Do you remember?”

Sera smiled at the memory of that day in the office before she responded,  “A good man can’t be scared away from the woman he loves.” 

Sera inhaled sharply as his words sank into her brain. “Did he say??” she thought to herself. She stared into his eyes. “You love me?” she questioned.

Sidney realized what he said. He had said what he had been feeling for weeks out loud, “Yes, Sera. I love you. I started to fall for you the moment you switched out the imported Swiss bottled water for tap water. Every day with you, I fall a little bit more every day.”

“You really love me?” she asked again. 

He playfully bopped her nose, “I climbed into a second story window and slept on a tiny twin bed. What do you think?”

Sera’s face lit up as the realization hit her. He loved her. The heart-pounding, out of control love she felt for him was reciprocated. He loved her as much as she loved him. “Is it a cliche if I say I love you too? I don’t want it to be a cliche,” she stuttered. 

“It's not a cliche at all. I think it will be the best thing  I have ever heard,” he grinned, “if you want to say it.”

“I love you Sidney,” she reached up and pulled him to her face. 

“I love you, Seraphina,” he leaned forward and kissed her gently. 

Suddenly Sera remembered the time. “So you want to meet my parents?” she quizzed. He nodded his head in affirmation. “Okay, let me throw on clothes and we will go downstairs,” she said matter of factly. 

“Now?” Sidney realized what she meant. They would walk downstairs and meet her family. It would be evident that he had spent the night. Not exactly the first impression he wanted to make. 

Sera laughed, “Do you want me to keep you a secret some more?”

“I don’t know,” he hemmed, “Maybe act like I just came over?”

Sera shrugged, “We’ll give it a shot.” 

After she dressed, they poked their heads out the door. Sera could hear the sound of her family down in the kitchen. Together they creeped down the stairs. They tiptoed across the foyer carpet. Sidney opened the door and ran straight into Calliope who was holding baby Alex’s gift. The white package went flying into the air and the three sets of eyes looked up in horror. Calliope left a scream as she saw the package with delicate contents fly through the air. Sidney managed to catch the package in the crook of his arm while the other arm kept Calliope from falling. 

The sound of the commotion caught the attention of Sera’s family and they came running into the living room. The family of nine came to a screeching halt when Sera’s father, Alexander, laid eyes on Sidney. Alexander looked from Sera to Calliope to Sidney and back to Sera in confusion. The man standing on his front door step looked like Sidney Crosby but he couldn’t believe that it WAS Sidney Crosby. Gus, Sera’s nephew, finally exclaimed, “That’s Sidney Crosby! I know him.” 

Time stood still as the family tried to process the fact that Sidney Crosby was indeed, standing on their front door step. “Is this like some Pittsburgh Penguins Publisher’s Clearing House sweepstakes kind of thing?” Sera’s brother, Nicholas joked. 

Sera blinked at Sidney then walked over, took the gift and placed it back in Calliope’s arms. Then she took Sidney’s hand and grasped onto it for dear life. She whispered under her breath, “Not too late to back out.” 

“No way in hell,” he whispered back. 

Then she took a step forward. “Everyone, this is Sidney,” she began. She paused and looked up at him. She continued, “He’s my boyfriend.” 

“Boyfriend?” Sera’s twin sister, Calista, and her sister-in-law, Nicolette, exclaimed. “Since when do you have a boyfriend?” They began to talk over each other in confusion and surprise. Sidney squeezed her hand as she proceeded to introduce him to her family- brother Phillip and sister-in-law, Nicolette and their two kids- Gus and Max. Then to her twin sister, Calista, and her husband, Nick, who held baby Alexander in his arms. Then finally to her mother, Sophia, and father, Alexander. 

Sidney smiled as he greeted each one, making careful note of each name and their relationship to Sera. 

Alexander stood dumbstruck. His favorite hockey player stood in his house. Then the reason why hit him hard. His favorite hockey player stood in his house because he was his baby girl’s boyfriend. “This is the guy?” he asked Sera softly, “This is the guy you told me about?”

Sera nodded her head and smiled. “This is him,” she beamed, “Isn’t he great?” 

“Thank God,” Alexander said in relief. 

“Thank God?” Sidney questioned, not sure how to take his statement.

“Yes, thank God,” Alexander turned to him. “I couldn’t figure out why Seraphina was keeping your identity a secret from us. I had begun to suspect it was because she was dating a Flyers fan and didn’t have the strength to tell me.”

“Baba,” Sera screeched, “What kind of person do you think I am? I know for a fact that you would disown me immediately if I brought home a Flyers fan.”

“Well, I am definitely not a Flyers fan,” Sidney shook Alexander’s hand, “I think Sera might have been worried about the not being Greek thing.” 

“I don’t care about that.,” Alexander held a firm grip on Sidney’s hand, “All I care about is if you make her happy.” 

“He does, Baba,” she interjected before looking at Sidney’s face again, “He makes me so happy.” 

Alexander stood tall and let go of Sidney’s hand. He gestured with his arm, “Welcome to the family. Please join us for breakfast.” Sera and Sidney held hands as they walked into the large eat-in kitchen. They took a seat at the table. “By the way Sidney,” Alexander spoke with laughter in his voice, “use the front door next time you come to visit Sera. We can’t have the pride of the Pittsburgh Penguins injured sneaking into my daughter’s bedroom. That will be difficult to explain to ESPN.”

Sidney blushed at the realization that Alexander knew about the adventures from the night before. “Yes, Sir,” he tried to laugh it off.

“Sidney,” Sophia asked in an attempt to redirect the conversation before small, inquiring minds began to ask questions. “Will you be joining us at the baptism today?” Sera’s mother asked, “Sera can introduce you to the rest of the family.”

“The rest of the family?” he looked to Sera in surprise. 

“Oh yes,” she answered, “This is nothing, Sidney. Just want until later when you get to meet two hundred of our closest friends and family.”

“Two hundred?” he gulped.

“Yes,” she teased, “Take notes. There will be a test afterward.” 

“Phina,” Max called to his favorite aunt, “You didn’t introduce Sidney to Calliope.”

Calliope grinned, “Oh we met already.” 

Sophia’s mouth dropped, “And you didn’t tell me?” 

“Snitches get stitches,” Calliope quipped and the table erupted into laughter. 

Under the table, Sera squeezed Sidney’s thigh. He leaned over and kissed her temple,  “See you were afraid for no reason. A good man can’t be scared away from the woman he loves.” 

“Right,” she turned her face to him, “Tell that to me AFTER you have the full Pappas experience.” 

“I will tell you everyday if you need to hear it,” he bopped her nose.

“Promise?” she bopped his noise in return. 

“Promise,” he smiled before he kissed her gently. 

[chokchokk]

𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 [𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬] | choi san x fem!reader

PART ONE of : have your way with words, be my people pleaser 

“San, what else do I have to do? Draw it out? Do I have to beg?”

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : You’ve always been able to read him like a book, but for some reason you still fold for San.

"You've never begged."

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : fluff, smut

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 6.9k

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : teasing, painful attempts at flirting and joking, vaginal fingering, no usage of y/n (forgive me), vaginal sex, pet-names

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 : considered for revision

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 : this was like the first choi san smut i've ever written and i was trying to find my tone and omg i actually don't want to re-read it it's probably SO CRINGY omfg. i'm sorry for any icky moments i did not know any better 2 months ago LMAO this is also the only part that's pure "fluff" just fyi because i hadn’t planned this to be a series yet !!!!

He’s biting his lip, rolling his head to the back, trying his very best to stay focused on the paper he’s working on, all while you look at him in awe from the other side of the table. His glasses have slid dangerously close to his nose tip and the hair clip you’ve put into his hair to hold it together has lost all of its strength already — you really have to pull yourself together to not carefully slide one of the locks away from his eyes. 

Yes, San is a complete mess, and undoubtedly failing at hiding it. He probably doesn’t want to ruin the late library ambience, being the thoughtful Sannie he is, or at least not destroy the study sessions by not focusing on work, but the infuriated tapping with his pen against the wooden table isn’t covering any of his angry grunts. 

But even if you’ve noticed his desperation an eternity ago and have been deeply distracted by it ever since, you can’t bare to tell him that you’ve already given up. You guys have promised each other at least one is going to get this session done, so San be it, you tell yourself. If you have counted correctly, there are just ten minutes left on the clock, he should be able to do that, no matter how stressed he is.

And usually, you’re optimistic he’s able to do it, but you’ve never seen San’s eyes darken like this before. On normal days, he’s all smiley and giggly, squeaking words of helplessness at tasks that overwhelm him, covering up his frustration very well. Of course you can still look through his façade and say things like “San, let’s take a break” or similar things, but that’s only when he’s smiling still. 

Maybe it’s because you’re both studying for finals that there’s a lot of competitiveness or ego involved. Anyhow, you don’t want to get yourself involved in that, no, don’t want to resolve it at all, actually.

Let’s say it like this; San is scaring you, yes, but he is also being incredibly hot and  turning you on so much without knowing it. You can’t help but watch his dissatisfaction being gulped down his freckled, thick neck, and observe his Adam’s apple moving up and down. You draw a trail along his jawline and the loose black T-shirt he’s wearing with your eyes, following his neckline until the rhythm of his heavy breathing is revealed by his moving breast. 

San knows a lot, yes, but what he doesn’t is that he’s a walking sex symbol with his broad shoulders, narrow waist and intimidatingly friendly face. He’s biting his lips with just no idea what his looks are doing to your privates this exact moment and his soft voice is not helping.

He’s at his last task now and you catch yourself be a bit disappointed, when he takes his hand to balance his head and covers his face with it. You could feel guilty now for not interrupting or lending him a helping hand, but being attracted to your designated study buddy for the longest time with a painful amount of allusions to it is way more straining you on an emotional level than the stalker-behaviour you’re showing. How San hasn’t caught up is baffling to you, and the amount of times you’ve tried to make a move only for him to be oblivious is painful. (Let it be known you were never forced to answer Seonghwa’s question of “would you fuck San?” with the honesty that you did, but his little sheepish smile after your nod is enough to confirm that he should know, but just doesn’t. Sure, it’s unclear until this day if he even understood the question or the answer correctly, but it just feels like you have done most of your part.)

“I’m almost done,” San murmurs— breaking the silence between you two in the library— his voice comparing to nothing more but a sigh. He’s tensed up, eyebrows furrowed, and he’s scrunching his nose a little bit to sniff his agitation away.

“Take your time,” you try to say as nicely as possible, attempting to calm him down. It does help, it seems, because San is straightening his back to take a deep breather, his eyes finally wavering away from the paper. You smile at him and get a head nod in return.

Sharing this short moment of just acknowledging each other’s presence, you confirm that San, regardless of how socially (sexually?) stupid he can be, is an intelligent guy after all, not to be shaken up by this little bit of studying. Straight A’s, perfect GPA, teacher’s favourite — you’re lucky professor Kang has put you in so many group assignments together, or else you would have never been able to meet with San like this on a Friday evening, studying for your finals.

“I feel like I ran run five miles or have to commit arson,” San jokes half-heartedly in a breath and you giggle, looking around to not disturb the other students with your laughter. “What’s stopping you?”, you ask playfully, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” San answers and touches the backside of his head with both of his hands. “What’s stopping you, hm?”

You frown, the once raised eyebrow coming right back down, your amusement wearing down.

“What’s supposed to be stopping me?”

San pouts innocently and fetches the clip from his hair, black bangs falling to his face, but he doesn’t set his glasses, making him look at you with squinted eyes. They look even heavier now, eyelids covering most of his irises when he leans forwards to you: “You haven’t touched a single task since an hour now, why didn’t you tell me you were done?”

You don’t know why you pant in panic— it’s an understandable question, San probably noticed you stared at the man during the whole time he was the only one committed to the studying— and you’re afraid there’s this tension again, but not driven to the paper, but you.

“You, lemme think, looked too..”

You know your sentence can’t be finished in any way that would be positive. You would’ve liked to end it with “concentrated” or “in the zone” to give him credibility for his hard work, but San has been way too obvious struggling to hold on, and you’re not a good liar.

“… Handsome.”

It’s not a Freudian slip, if it’s on purpose, yes.

“You looked to good to be true, San. If you weren’t wearing the baggiest shirt from three days ago, you’d coin dark-academia realness.”

You always make jokes like these, it’s your expertise. They usually make San enormously embarrassed, which is the best part of it all: He, who was growling his frustration away, is now giggling, expression softening, as he scrunches his face together with a wide smile. The high-pitched noise awakens your motherly instincts— it’s these moments you could just melt away in adoration.

“You’re lucky you’re not a professor, because that look you gave that paper right there isn’t going to help anybody concentrate on their studies. People-pleaser? Teacher's pet? I wish."

“Ugh!”, San moans quietly, his dimples revealing that he’s deeply touched. He will never get used to your overly specific (and usually sexually connotated) compliments, but it’s better that way. San cracks his fingers to recover, but then covers his mouth to hide his blushing smile once more. Take that for two people-pleasing and validation-seeking students, one more focused on studies, one more trying to fuck than the other. He barely goes to parties, which robs you of the little chances of opportunities to make a move on him.

“Okay, I won’t lie to you, I was done long before you, but someone’s gotta be valedictorian this year.”

“Really nice of you”, San sighs— he’s gathered himself now and has put on his friendly smile again, “But I’m really done now as well.”

“How done?”

“To go home-done.”

“My home, I assume.”

“Of course.”

With his finishing sentence, you hold a staring-match again, which you lose, as San takes his pile of paper and stacks it vertically to organise his stuff. 

From here, the procedure should be simple. He drives you to your place (safe), maybe he’ll eat a midnight-snack with you (very likely), and maybe watch a movie (unlikely today) to then leave, if he doesn’t fall asleep during that. You already have the night schedule written out in front of you, and all you’re left is whether you’ll convince San for another study session tomorrow.

But then, in the car, San grabs the steering wheel but doesn’t start to drive.

You think he must be too tired and decide not to ask him. Honestly, you feel quite dizzy as well, but mostly because San has opened his mouth half-way now, audibly breathing in and out — it sounds like he’s panting. His tongue has also runned along his upper lip, making it glisten reddish pink under the parking lot-lighting. It’s unbearably arousing you. “Give me just a second,” he murmurs.

“Does your head hurt? We can just walk, you know,” you suggest, but San shakes his head: “No, that’d be inefficient and really dumb.”

“You’re the one dozing off, San, not me!”, you scoff and turn yourself around to face him, elbow placed on the radio. San opens one eye — it looks like he’s winking, his tongue pressed against this upper teeth. “And you’re being quite sassy, aren’t you?”, he grins and you swear you’ve never wanted to not shut up more in your entire life.

“If being sassy is what keeps you awake, I don’t see anything wrong with it, San,” you fight back, even more playfully this time, lips pouted to emphasise your mocking tone. There is a clear, lustful intention you’re trying to project, and secretly, you hope San notices it, but there isn’t any indication he isn’t already, which you find strange.

“Oh, you think I must be real tired, huh?”

San begins to grin and all of the sudden, things are happening very fast: His hands aren’t placed on the steering wheel anymore, one of them has moved to your chin, holding (and keeping) it up, after you try to back away out of reflex, the other is placed dangerously near to your hip — he’s propping himself against the seat, you can feel him breathe against your nose tip. His whispers expand like flames on your face. What has ignited this man? 

“San?”, you ask carefully, every bit of playful confidence inside you crumbling down to your guts. It’s not like you aren’t enjoying this still, in fact, you feel like you’re going to go savage and clash your face against his any second, but San’s finger is pressing so delicately, yet so firmly into your skin, it’s messing up your projected image of the cute little — unfortunately sexy — nerd in your head. You don’t want to admit you’re intimidated, but San has been extra scary since he said he wanted to light buildings on fire. At the same time, you’ve been waiting days, no, weeks for this and a tingle between your legs signals you that you’ve been prepared ever since. 

“Can’t go home yet, can we?”

His eyes are still dark, when you look at them through his glasses and there’s a bit of shine left on his lips, when you glance at them longingly. San’s breath is shaky, and you’re not sure whether yours is as well. You’re too focused on imagining the next scene. San has finally reached his burning point, it appears, and you’re too stunned to react verbally to his question. Are you seriously going to do it in the car, in the library parking lot?

“Buckle up.”

It is only now that you notice you haven’t put your seat-belt on. The sound of the plug clocking in takes you out of your reverie. 

“San, screw you. Oh my god, screw you so much.”

He laughs a dirty laugh, even more so devilishly, when he returns to his seat and immediately begins to drive out of the parking spot. Has he been acting? Fuck this. Hastily, you have to get into your original position and buckle yourself up as he has told you. This bitch, you think to yourself and stare holes into the car window, this motherfucking bitch.

“Just a little revenge for making me work alone because you wanted to make me valedictorian? Or what, because I’m— what was it? Too handsome?” His voice has turned softer immediately, teasing you with a sweet undertone.

“Okay, we’re even now!”, you laugh sarcastically, trying to not become sulky. You’ve subconsciously crossed your legs and arms already, and your whole body is turned away from the driver’s seat.

“Sure,” San answers and you can hear him press some buttons. “Music?”

You throw him a side-eye and take the AUX. 

“I could violate your ears so good right now,” you snap and search for a fitting playlist for this frightening night.

“You could try.”

When has San become a bully? How has it come to this? San is playing with you, more obviously than ever before — toying with you in the game you started. 

But let it be known you could never be offended by this man.

Because when you play the first song that came to your mind— it’s «Sexbomb» by none other than Tom Jones — it becomes clear that you are more than happy to be his gaming companion, levelling up the tension to the max, though it's not a sensual song per se.

It’s petty, but provocative at the same time. You’ve never gotten what you wanted, have never expected to get it, and the surreality of the scenery just a few seconds ago is enough to keep you stimulated for the whole drive, ignoring San’s big grin on his face, as he safely gets you home.

And of course San joins in for the midnight meal. Without having spoken a word for a quarter hour now, you open the fridge and cram out anything eatable. You should’ve went grocery shopping, there’s barely anything left. 

“Not so prepared, I see?”

“San, if you say one more word, I will—“, you shut the door of the fridge, revealing a San who’s leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, head thrown to the back to squint at you.

“You’ll what?”

He’s the worst and heaven knows he should know that as well. Every attempt to overthrow him fails, because nothing seems to break this man — you can’t animate this man for you own good, even when he’s try-harding to look cool. 

“You’re being a bitch today and I hate it.” Biting your lip, you rethink your sentence and shake your head, eyes not swaying away from the black-haired man. “Actually, scrap that, I hate that I like it way too much,” you hiss, ridiculing yourself and taking of your sweatshirt, leaving you in a sheer top. It’s warm, you’re hot, this situation be very easy to understand. 

He doesn’t know what to do. Or maybe he does, and he’s just being a pain in the ass again: both could be absolutely true, when he moves his head and musters you from bottom to the top, a huff leaving his nose. It seems as if he’s mocking and checking you out at the same time, licking his lips and biting his tongue. 

“San, what else do I have to do? Draw it out? Do I have to beg?”

You whine and you’re not one bit embarrassed about it, though San doesn’t even take it in the desperate way you clearly are.

“You’ve never begged.”

San is scratching his neck, acting like an innocent brat, much to your obvious disapproval.

“Come on, you can’t be that dumb, San, can you?”

“How would I be?”

“San, what the fuck does that mean?”

“It’s simple,” and San is pushing himself from the wall now, taking heavy steps towards you, “I can’t give you an answer to a question you’ve never asked.”

“I,” you begin to think of your next line argument, but noticing how he’s pulling his eyebrows together to throw you an almost belittling look through his lowered glasses, you give up, baffled about the reality. Replacing the next words, you pant.

“I’ll give you an answer, alright?”, San encourages you, taking one last big step. He’s standing in front of you now, in your little kitchen, next to the counter, looking down at you, free and available as he can be. 

“Whatever it is; yes,” he whispers, accepting something you’ve never offered him directly.

Of course San isn’t dumb. How could he have been, when you’ve been so obvious? There’s a shameful heat driving up your stomach and you bite your lip.

“Baby, I’m all yours.”

You could have kept teasing him for the way he was obviously lowering his voice to sound more authoritative or sexy or something , but no, it’s just too much. Being cornered by San, hearing him surrender to you with his words, but still in a way that made him dominant over you — that is just way too much. 

Seriously, all yours?  Where did he get that one from? Wattpad?

“Fuck right off, San.”

It feels like your brain splits in half, your conscience leaving the second you throw yourself at San, hands grabbing every piece of hair you can get to pull him down to your face, whispering insults into his mouth, as your heads meet. He just grins and licks over your teeth, tongue slicking against yours.

“Happily,” he murmurs into the kiss, his hands grabbing you by your hip and waist, pulling you towards his muscular body. He must think he’s being so funny and yes you would have loved to argue with him, but you’re weak in his grip, ruffled by the pure tension that has been brewing all those days. There’s wet noises and sucking to be heard and it’s all sending urgent signals to your privates. You will, no must fuck him, and you're going to fuck him better than whatever he’s expecting from you, just to blow his mind.

You let his hair go and tug at the seam of his shirt, prompting him to raise his arms and have his clothing be slid off his body. Eagerly, you come back to his lips while throwing the shirt to the side and take steps forwards, leading San to your bedroom. Entrusting you with the guidance, he walks backwards and falls onto the bed, breaking the kiss. With a grunt, San props himself with his elbow, but before he can tower over you, you reach your arm over his shoulder, grabbing the bed frame, trying your best to keep his broad silhouette under your eyes.

Your lips already feel numb and you swear you can feel something pulsating inside your pants, when you slowly slide onto his lap and let the warm fabric touch. After a bit of movement, you and San are both shuddering and whimpering, lips meeting again in the snake-like maneuvering. He’s becoming harder with every little suck at his tongue, twitching even, and in addition, you’re becoming too impatient as well to edge yourself like this. 

Your hands move to the zipper of his baggy jeans, and San is trying to take this as a sign he’s allowed to take off his pants, but you give his palm a little slap. He smirks and returns his hand to take a pillow, stuffing it behind his neck. You wanted to take control, but he’s way too comfortable with it, it’s annoying you, yet at the same time, you wouldn’t even know what to tell him at this point.

Opening the zipper and sliding a hand in, you trail the outer side of San’s shaft through his boxer-shorts with your finger to identify with what kind of girth and length you’re working with and comment “bigger than I expected”, as if you have imagined it before, which would be the truth, yes, but not smaller than the absolute unit he is possessing.

“Ah, really?”, San gutters, voice shaking with each little touch of yours, but never letting his guard down completely. You anchor his boxer-shorts and tug it down just until the point when his shaft jumps out. He gulps and opens his mouth to pant again, when you spit into your hand and palm his shaft to give it a nice stroke from the very bottom to the top, admiring the shine of it. You pump his penis, feeling the skin inside your hand slide with every movement, and make it grow to its final length that way. It’s fascinating, really, but you’re too busy to contemplate about reality. You take the initiative and get a taste of the wet mixture that is your own saliva and his pre-cum. You pump the part you can’t reach with your throat and in no time, San’s eyes are rolling to the back.

“That’s good,” he comments, going through your hair, which motivates you to go even deeper. Hitting the back of your throat, his girth makes you tear up, but you sit through it, since San is tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, caressing your head softly. You try your best to suck and slide your tongue over his tip, to which he immediately reacts. “Hmnh~”, he hums and you bathe in his pleasure-lorn breaths, until you kind of get a hunch of what he likes the best and continue to drive him this way. “That’s good… Hnnh- heek!”

Was that a weep? You thought the whines were high enough, but San is definitely hiding his high moans, trying to cough them out. You continue to bop your head and watch his aroused expressions with amusement; his eyebrows are pushed together to form a needy frown, teeth biting down on his lower lip, inflicting pain on himself. From what it looks like, he’s pretty close, his hand weakly lying on top of your head, hesitating to push you back, once you remove it. 

“Don’t cum yet!”, you demand, and San sighs helplessly.

“You’re edging me?”, he manages to choke out with a smirk, and San wipes away your tears from your cheeks. “As if I couldn’t get hard immediately after from just looking at you!”

You scoff, his directness has caught you a little bit of guard. You’re still trying to return to normal breathing after quite literally having been choked by his dick, not be attacked by his sudden strike of confidence.

“Can I undress you?”, he asks and you nod, all the hair he’s put away falling back in front of your face.

Once your shirt and bra is off with quick seconds of his hands at your back, San is taking his view all in, his plump lips parted and never to be closed again. Before you can wipe the grin from his face, he storms at your dekolleté, swinging his arms around you. His sucks are tugging at your nipples, after he pushes himself forward, one arm fully around your back, the other finding his way to your other breast to massage it. Moan after moan leaves your mouth and your head becomes heavy, falling to the back: his hand effortlessly catches it, finding safety in your hair. As you scratch his neck, grabbing it to pull him closer to your upper body, you repeatedly pant his name.

“Hm? What?”, he reacts, circling your skin with his tongue.

It’s so erotic, you think you’re going to cum untouched, pants on and all. San is leaving kisses everywhere on your torso, some wetter than the others. He is leaving a trace of saliva on your neck with his tongue, gliding against your chin with it, ultimately meeting your lips once again. It’s filthy, but just so, so erotic.

He’s still holding your breast in his hand, stimulating your nipples while filling your mouth with a mixture of spit and rhetoric (and very provocative) questions. 

“Feels good?”, San asks with a raspy voice, his nose scrunched amusedly, when he sees how messed up you are. Strands of hair are sticking on the wet spots of your skin, drops of sweat are dripping down to your collarbones. You’re already so disheveled. “Want me to continue?”

“Yes, pl—,” You can’t find the words, as they get lost somewhere in San’s mouth, once you give him confirmation. His tongue is exploring the inner space of your mouth, and his hand has become busy with taking off your pants. You kneel, making space to let your jeans slide off your thighs and you have to raise your legs to finally get rid of it. Your panties are still on, when he lets his hand slide between your legs. His hand feels warmer than the heat that you have become, and when San finds your clitoris through the fine fabric, you spasm to the front. You bury your face into his shoulder and bite a small inch of his skin, when he begins to stroke that spot with two of his fingers and nibbles at your ear and whispers sweet nothings into it.

“So wet.”

Sharp breaths escape your breast, as he begins to play for your swollen clitoris.

“Come on, tell me what to do. There must be some things on your mind, right?”

San is luring you into a false sense of control and you’re stupid enough to obey his command. It’s just like he said; you need him, you need San, and if he doesn’t stop acting like he doesn’t know, you’re going to combust.

“Fuck, San, just make me feel—“, and though you can’t exactly hear yourself whine out from all the licking happening at your ear and his callous finger caressing your most sensitive area through the fabric, you still know you’re sighing, “so good.”

Your eyes lose focus, when you feel your panties disappear from your pussy, the cold air surprising your sensitive spot.

San sneers and finger-guns you, but before you can sneer, he sticks it into your mouth, lubing his digit up with your spit to carefully ease it to your pussy.

He groans and moves around the moisture for a short moment. San has always had quite thick fingers, but it feels even more robust now, when it slides into you. You clench around him and move your hips to the painfully slow pace of his pumps.

“Be patient. We don’t want you to hurt, do we?”

That he’s staying the nice little Sannie even in this situation makes you want to go insane, but not more than the slight scissoring to confirm your stretched innards.

“Patient enough?”, you hiss and grind against his hand again, to which San only coos, “Patient like the good girl you are.”

By then, his words and movements are almost like magic, when he angles his finger a little bit and finds your g-spot, which sends you into a short moment full of sparks and bliss, but a long, aching eternity, when it’s only repeated in the unbearably long intervals after a little bit of pulsating. You’re feeling every movement in such a detail, as if his one singular finger is becoming one with your body, one with your senses. 

“Is this enough for you?”

You’re whirring and your mind is babbling nonsense from all the possibilities San is presenting you. Mushy and messed up, you move against his finger, which slips with ease through your wetness, while you try to figure out what you want more: San’s dick or San’s face.

“I’m waiting for an answer, you know,” San whispers, softly kissing your forehead, as he continues to finger you.

“Th- then eat me out,” you whine under your breath and something inside you churns, when he giggles and removes his finger. He raises you by your legs, pushing you by the hip at the same time. You’re on your back now, breathing heavily as San is aligning his face in front of your entrance.

“With pleasure,” he hums and spreads your legs with his elbows, putting you on full display. It’s much too late to feel embarrassed now. You’re not shaved, you basically haven’t done anything, but maybe the rawness of it all is what intrigues you as well.

He stretches the skin a bit with both of his hands, making it get used to the position, while he peppers soft kisses on each of your thighs, that tickle each spot of your skin. You relax into his hands and naturally, you exhale the tension out of you.

His tongue feels soft and hot compared to his finger, when he slides it from the very bottom to the top, sending a shiver to your spine. It’s sensual and slow, and it does appear to you that San is savouring the taste, pushing his whole tongue against your labia to get the full picture of it. You shudder, a mixture of your own pulsating muscle and his humming vibrating between your legs.

He sucks on your clit and you notice immediately how pleasured are, already grabbing your sheets and curling your toes, pushing your legs against his hands he’s using to keep you opened. “Fuck,” you whine and move your head to the back, yearning for more stimulation. A slight chuckle leaves San’s mouth, until he plunges his tongue into you whilst continuing to suck all the sex juice that leaks out of you. The breath leaving his nose warms your privates and you quite figuratively melt into his mouth.

This time, he doesn’t need a lot of searching for your g-spot with his fingers and you weren’t prepared to immediately be sent back to pleasure-haven. He slides through the rough walls from the inside of you and doesn’t leave any spot go untouched, while he catches anything leaving out of your pussy with his mouth, creating squelching sounds all around. 

The pleasure at your clitoris and the pitter-pattering inside you is slowly tying the knot, and you shut your eyes with unavoidable whines leaving your lips. It’s all happening way too fast for you to react to each and every motion.

“Fuck, San, don’t stop, I’m— Oh, fuck—!”

The wet sounds of San’s saliva being mixed with your sex fluids, and his fingers moving in- and out of you again, they’re all adding onto the roller-coaster drop of your orgasm, but San thirstily panting “cum, cum for me!” against your vulva —while his tongue is busy pleasuring you—, his hot breath condensing against your own heat, that’s got to be one of the many significant factors that finally sends you over the top.

You moan and drive your lower body against his face, thighs closing down on him to squeeze his head.

San doesn’t even think about stopping there though and keeps you up there: He thunders his finger to push your button continuously and get every remaining squirt into his mouth, his tongue shovelling it all in.

“San, I— fuck! Please, San,” you beg, though it’s not a plead for him to stop, but rather make this moment last forever. You’re shaking, your pelvis is trembling towards his sharp nose that’s dug into your private hair, before you collapse onto your mattress and San eventually stops, grinning pridefully.

His lips are swollen pink, eyes covered with a desirous veil and San has to swipe his bangs away from his face to look at  your exhausted expression that’s still recovering from that hell of a heavenly orgasm. He swallows whatever’s left inside his mouth and leans over to you in order to bathe in your bliss. Out of pure gratitude, you cup his face and kiss him.

“You look all messed up already,” he admits, and enjoyment can be heard in his voice. Returning the kiss, San prompts: “Can you handle a second round? Or want to handle a second round, that is.”

Still panting, you nod eagerly, your lips grazing against his repeatedly.

“With words, lovely.”

You whine at his mendacious, know-it-all smile and give him a slap. "Quit it with the fucking-, ugh!" With an airy voice, you groan: “Yes, San. Please. I can handle, want to handle— want you to handle me, right fucking now."

San pats your head, pressing another kiss on your forehead and crams through the night stand cabinet next to the bed, probably searching for a condom and finding an untouched package full of it.

“Freshly-bought or just unused?”, he asks jokingly, putting the hand on your cheek as if he was pitying you for your minimalistic sex life that he’s assuming. The other hand is occupied opening up the box. “When did you buy these?”, he lisps, holding the condom in his mouth to rip it open, “I hope these aren’t expired.”

“Expire my ass!”

Oh, he better know you were keeping those for a good reason every time he came over. (Though you’ll keep it a secret it took half a year to get them to use.)

“You should say how fortunate that there’s so many, San.” You sniff. “’Cause hell knows this isn’t going to be—“

San slips into the latex layer with ease and doesn’t hesitate to enter your hole with one big, smooth slide. His finger is nothing compared to the thickness you’re experiencing; you just feel full, the stretch inside you making you feel like your body is being turned inside out. Before you can finish your clap-back, a wrecked and whole-hearted moan leaves your mouth.

“Isn’t going to be what?”, San asks, lowering his upper body and ultimately pulling out a little bit, sticking a thumb into your open mouth, “The last time? Is that what it is? You know you’ll want this again? Really, sweetheart?”

You don’t even want to form words anymore and just nod eagerly, sucking at his finger that tastes slightly acidic.

“It’s so dangerous to say that, you know that?”, and he’s pressing his forehead against yours, his dark, deep eyes staring into you with suffocating concentration. His hand is buried deep in your scalp. “Because you don’t know how happy that would make me”, San purrs with a raspy voice, and an airy moan leaves his mouth the second he thrusts right back into you. “So, so, unfathomably happy.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I’m going to make you my little happy whore.”

It has already occurred to you that San had taken it as a challenge to call you every pet name that exists, but for him to degrade you like that, after every single word of of his sweet-talk has entranced you into numbing euphoria, has now just taken you to another state of pure bliss. With every creak of your bed and tug at your hair, your vision gets more blurry. You can see San and only San, piercing through you with his genitalia and eyes.

“Did you get that?”

“Y- yes!”

"I don't think so."

Your forehead cools down, when San gets his body back up again and installs his hands at your hips to get a good grab and also drive himself even deeper into you.

This has been your wet daydream for the longest of time— and even if you apparently could have been fucking him already during all those hours, which is frustrating, yes, but so, so fucking hot— listening to San’s sounds of pleasure, seeing his vision get all hazed from it and watching his eyes moving to the back of his, makes it all worth it. 

He pulls in and out again, finding a steady pace to really feel your inner space expand and close down on him again.

“Are you going to fuck me stupid?”, you lisp into his finger, your saliva sliding down your lip, cooling your fever down.

You can feel he’s sweating as well, as your fingers search through the cold wetness of his hair. "Do you want me to fuck you stupid?”

“Yes! Yes, please. Fuck me stupid, San!”

And with that appellation, San removes the thumb from your mouth and collars your throat with an almost animalistic growl and thrusts with ridiculous precision and force at the same time, a loud clap echoing through your bedroom. You’re not sure whether you’ve made a mistake, but San is absolutely blinded by pure desire now. With a slight choke, you try to moan, his shaft moving in and out of you mindlessly.

As he pounds into you, you notice once more that San’s breaths are being cut short because he’s still trying to stay as quiet as possible and you stare him down, his fingers collaring your neck.

“I, I want you to—“, you stutter, gasping for air and trying to catch up with your shaken body, “‘want to hear you moan. Moan for me, San, please!”

He laughs a little bit, panting along your plead and places his lips against your earlobe, letting you breathe freely for the short moment he's roaring things into it, his hand tangled in your hair.

“You, hah, feel just as delicious as you taste. You feel so good around my big cock. I bet you’ve never, unnh, had a big cock like mine, haven’t you? Never had someone like me, shit, fuck you out like this. How, ah, fuck, long have you been fantasizing this, huh? Days? Weeks? Months? Stupid little girl, thinks I didn't know, haha."

His breathy moans are absolute angelic, and that’s all you can comprehend, when you slowly feel your mind drift away. He’s hitting the spots just right, pressing your buttons with aligned movements. His thrusts are becoming sloppy, your moaning more strained. You don't even care that San is showing you that everything you knew was a lie, or at least an act he's kept up to mock you, because if your obliviousness has led to this moment— his cock crashing through you with a pace that makes you fear the next morning— then yes, again, it was all really worth it.

"I'm gonna—", you whine, and you're cut off by his hand again. Your eyes can barely perceive his sex-drunk expression, when you feel the knot inside you preparing itself for explosion.

"You're gonna cum?", San asks, his heavy breathing making it sound like he's gasping, "Are you going to cum for me?"

"Yes, I am!", you grunt and the male licks his whole palm to lube it up in order to rub it around your clitoris for maximum pleasure. You shiver, your legs trying to free themselves from the heavy weight that is Choi San, and screams for mercy leave your mouth, your second orgasm sending you to heaven, hell and back to earth, when he pulls out and continues to slide his hand over your clitoris until you spasm away from his touch. In the meanwhile, San has taken the collar off your neck and resumed jacking himself off, moaning your name and other pretty words to himself.

"You're so pretty like this, fuck," he cusses, the squelching sounds in his hands becoming more inaudible. "So fucked-out, because of me— shit .. I'll—"

He grabs you by your head, pulling his own face closer to yours to meet your lips for the last time, quickly removing the condom. Sharing a deep kiss, he ejaculates onto your abdomen, moaning from his own release into your opened lips. You lay there, wordlessly, your brain both foggy and clear as it has never been. You feel your warm sweat dry refreshingly on your skin and San shuffles away from the bed, walking to the bathroom with practiced steps to discard the empty condom and return with a towel to get you clean.

"And?", he asks, as you search for your pillow to clench onto it, feeling the stretched skin inside you. Sure, San has somewhat prepared you for the fucking, but no metronome could replicate the cruel rhythm he made you cum with.

"What, and?", you ask him back, your voice a bit raspy from the loud moaning.

"How was it?" 

San looks completely innocent again and it baffles you that you're falling for it again, even when his hair is forming unholy strands, immoral sweat dropping from his chin as he speaks. It's a cringe-worthy question and you would have dismissed it, if it wasn't for the cuddle you got from him.

"Come on, was it up to your imagination?", San begs you to answer, burying your body between his heated-up arms.

"Yes," you answer weakly. "Sannie, you’ve.. You've done your job. That was S-Level people pleasing, really."

San grins, placing multiple kisses over your temple and forehead. "You have such a way with words," he comments, "good thing that it really brings you far in life, hm?"

Was this the right time to make dad-jokes?

No, but nobody has fucked you out like San, so you'll let it slide. Even the corny "eating you out for breakfast" quip he makes in the morning, when you both notice that the fridge is still very much empty, or the "from study- to fuck-buddies" monologue he holds on your drive back to campus, you'll all let it slide. 

(And maybe you're stating the obvious here, but poor Seonghwa is never going to forgive you for San's laugh after you say something sensational with "letting it slide" used in another context, this time in the narrow space of his residency-bedroom, his roomie having listened to all the sounds coming out of your mouth behind the thin walls.)

part two: “into it, too deep”

[ariseur]

Hello there! Thank you so much for addressing my request...I'm new to Tumblr app so I hope I'm messaging your inbox! So yes! I hope...this isn't too demanding. I anon requested zack x fair reader...and I'm gonna let it all hang out with you:

I simp for zack fair very very hard...and Im HUNGRY for fluff..all the gentle kisses, hair playing ...jawline holding, couch cuddling, sweet compliments, rainy days...holding...waist clutching, skin contact, lips grazing coffe sippinng...deep eye dinner dates, jokes , teasing silly ...I can handle!!! I don't do smut or too overly steamy. I'm too old for that shit

Maybe perhaps...on the opposite spectrum, zack boyfriend scenario, comforting s/o with anxiety...drying of tears, wiping tears away, consoling cuddling...hearing him hum reader to sleep...mentions of heartbeats being felt through chests....feeling of voice vibrations through MUSCULAR chest...comfort bare muscular arms , tender kisses...goosebumps...ok I'm sorry too demanding...if I'm blessed and you create chapters of like simple one date, fun.."friends to lovers" type of thing, casual playstation gaming hangouts, cooking dinner as friends...thinking of each other while away ..to eventually relationship and consoling s/o anxiety....full on love date..that close intimacy (i,crave safe for work) I'd wait FOREVER, however long it would take you to write chapters of joy....you'd be my hero!!!

I stress his scar (in my own ramblings i always place my finger tips on it, i kiss it gently, we discuss who gave it to him, how he feels about it).. Our first date I wear some tight fitting dress his favorite color, but as he gentlemanly removes my peacoat for the evening he notices I'm covered in tattoos, and he's memzmerized (I do have quite the collection of ink irl) he smells of sweet sandalwood and is wearing the black suit in that turks mod for remake... his eyes. I make my own feeble attempts at fanfic but I'm TOO new and insecure to really write anything as I REGULARLY indulge in AI chat and it proves so many USEFUL fever dream instances for me to write but for now...I let the experts handle it.

Should you accept, thank you for bringing JOY into my life....

Please do take your time...I know you amazing ppl are BUSY and mine isn't the only request and might even not be too interesting.

But I thank you so so so much...I've been searching for weeks ..no replies.

EPHEMERAL - ZACK FAIR (CHPT. ONE)

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ notes - omg!! i’m so sorry this has been sitting here for so long!! i’ve been trying to go about this and since i’m not that experienced with creating chapter fics, i decided— what the hell?? why not try it?? so— i hope i did somewhat of a good job and stay tuned for some more!!

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ warnings - none except one mention of suicide ( but like in a ‘social suicide’ way ), intended lowercase, you spar with zack as kids ( cardboard swords ) lmk if i missed anything 💕!!

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ word count - 2561 words, 13990 characters

STRENGTH. that was what mattered most in this world.

strength was a word you had learned in the first grade, sitting next to a snot-nosed kid babbling to his friends as he completely took up all your attention with his nasally voice in your ear. the teacher seemed to pay no mind, only engulfed in tapping her stubby chalk piece against the board, stained with dashes of residual white from the previous words that had been written earlier today, as she barely looked back at the rest of you.

you remembered it so vividly, the smell of the sanitizing wipes she had used during the twenty minutes recess you always anticipated, eager to escape the boring rants of mrs. ozaki and her slow paced curriculum. you remembered the knock you felt on your chair from behind you, soft as to not alert the teacher — as if she couldn’t hear the noisy kid blabbering next to you known as ono, although you only referred to him as, “booger-face.”

craning your neck and grabbing ahold of the side of your chair in order to turn further, you looked behind you only to see the half-toothless, sanguine kid you knew as zack fair. his dark hair, slicked back with only a few strands sticking out, probably from all the activity he did during your break at recess. you two had met earlier this year as he had defended you from the previous, aforementioned offender— ,”booger-face.” you had remembered the way zack stood over you, hands on his hips as he surged forward at the boy to stop him from pushing you around. his eyes, always so bright and lively, squinted at you with his smile as he helped you up and helped dust off your skirt.

after that moment, zack fair had started hanging around you more and more, inviting you to play around with his friends on the merry-go-round’s or hanging out with you after school, running around and playing with rocks or cardboard swords before your parents’ both called you in for dinner, to which you would hastily say goodnight run to your guys’ houses awaiting dinner.

removing his hands from your chair and placing them neatly on his desk, he beamed at you, “you still up for some training after school?”

you rolled your eyes as your lips twitched upwards into a small smile, “duh,” you said. you turned your body completely in order to to fully face him. “near the water still?”

he chimed in agreement, “duh,” his eyes crinkled with the way his grin widened, identical to the day he had practically saved you. he chuckled a little bit before fixing his posture and sitting upright in his seat, the wooden chair creaking as he readjusted his position. your eyebrows knitted together before you heard a stern shout of your name.

you flinched, whipping around back to face the front as your face burned hot with embarrassment. upon your turning of the body, you were met with the stares of your classmates and the hard glare of your teacher, fixated on only you now. her arm was no longer raised up and scribbling nonsense of vocabulary on the board, instead it hung low and remained against her thigh as she impatiently tapped the piece of chalk against her knee-length skirt. her lips, a light pink as they contrasted with the darkness of her tied hair, were pressed into a thin line before she asserted, “pay more attention, first warning.”

you nodded shamefully as you ducked your head down, grabbing your small wooden pencil and gripping it in your hand, as if you’d use it to jot down notes of whatever she was talking about— although it lay unused and useless for the remainder of class, only a placeholder of a ‘what if’ factor your teacher always liked to use when she began the period.

skeptically, she let her raised brow drop as stopped tapping the chalk against her leg, turning around and beginning to explain the curriculum planned for tomorrow again.

you tried to ignore the feeling of holes being burned at the back of your head, multiple pairs of eyes staring at your fork while you made your attempt at keeping your eyes forward and your mouth shut. you ignored the small, boyish giggles emitted from behind you, you’d ‘kick his butt’ outside of school, you thought. you’d get your payback, but for now — you sighed. keeping your hands interlocked, your faced your palms on another area of the desk, the foreign spot now cold against your warm skin. trying to act somewhat proper and behaved, you waited out the rest of class ( which was only presumably about twenty minutes ) just to find that sublime feeling of escaping the torturous ‘h-e-double hockey sticks’ that you referred to as school.

and you held up to that promise of kicking zack fair’s butt — watching as he stumbled backwards with his hands flailing in the air, a flimsy cardboard cutout of a sword gripped tightly in his hand as he let out a loud, “woahh—!”

you giggled, “what’d i tell you about that stance, zack?” you put a hand on your hip as he yelped in surprise. his foot slipped in the body of water, making an animated sound while he skidded across a rock, luckily able to catch his balance in time. you could hear the small chattering of the people near you, the rivers of gongaga rushing as your laughs continue and rise up into the quiet air.

“that’s not fair—! no water knocks!” he exclaimed.

you shrugged as he approached you once more, “you never said that before we started,” you chided. he charged forward at you, being blocked as you held your sword up in a protective expression. stepping backwards, your arm raised and lowered with every hit that the dark-haired boy threw at you, his confident face flashing between every brown whoosh of the cardboard weapons.

he heaved, “you know how mrs. ozaki kept talking about strongness or whatever?”

“you mean— strength?” another blocked hit, this time you tried to kick him and sweep the leg — unfortunately, you underestimated zack a little more than you had thought as he kept a firm hold in the cold dirt, digging his shoes into the ground.

“same difference, yeah?”

“what about it, fair?”

he pursed his lips as he tensed his body, waiting for you to strike again. you held off for a second, flinching as if you would hit in order to try to keep him off balance. zack decided to speak again in this momentary pause of your sparring. “i’ve been thinking about those SOLDIERs and.. i want to be strong— hey!” he exclaimed as you landed a surprise attack on him, barely grazing his not-so-ironed-anymore jeans before he deflected your hit. “now, that’s really uncalled for, c’mon.”

“finish your thought before i hit you again.” you quirked a brow.

he wore a smug look on his face, putting his hands on his hips while he shook his head at you. “didn’t hit me but ‘kay,” that smugness didn’t last long as you feigned waving your sword at him, only for him to let out a small yelp and jolt backwards. you smiled, quirking an expectant brow while he groaned in exasperation. “i wanna be strong too, y’know. have some— strength,” he said; and that was almost the end of it . . until he had managed to mutter a quick hiss of, “unlike you.”

you watched as his arm raised, the sleeve of his uniform’s button-up lifting up a little to reveal his tan line that he had obtained after being outside with you for so long. his hand gripped the thin handle while he went overhead to try and strike you from above. making haste, you took one more step back as your hands flew up to catch his attack with your own sword. in your imagination, with the collision of your toy weapons, you envisioned a loud, ‘clank!’ as they clashed with each other — it felt much more awesome-r to imagine sounds of iron versus the soft flap of refraining yourself from putting too much pressure on the thin material of the cardboard.

you grinned at him, watching as his determined face managed a crack of a smirk while he tried scaring you and randomizing the amounts of pressure he’d put in an attempt to try and catch you in a daze. however, the swiftness in which you jolted to the side and flipped your sword flat so that the tip faced outwards, thrusting the faux weapon and jabbing it into his chest caught him off guard, rendering him the loser of that evening’s battle.

you watched as zack carefully looked down at his stomach, then finally bringing himself to peer back up at you. he placed a hand on his chest while he acted like he really was injured, even going so far as have spit dribble out of his mouth and act like it was blood.

“gross—!” you exclaimed, pushing him as he fell on his back in the dirt and raised a dramatic hand to the sky. you laughed while he let out his ‘last dying breath’ before ceremoniously lolling his head to the side.

with some more giggles, you judged him with your foot as he magically arose from the ‘dead’ and beamed at you, reveling in your laughter. although, in that moment he wouldn’t tell you. he didn’t want to admit his growing crush on you, he didn’t want cooties. that was practically suicide. you extended a gentle hand out to him, throwing your sword to the side as he took your offer and hoisted himself up. zack brushed the dirt off of his pants while you cleaned his back up, still laughing about the whole encounter.

you claimed victory for a long while, even when you both had sat by the water and skipped rocks onto the cerulean river, now being painted a harsh lilac as the sun began to set and the heat of the sky began to cool, a soft breeze coming to rest upon your bodies rather than the draining, blistering sun.

you let a small beat of silence pass over the both of you, spinning the cold stone in your hand before chucking it into the water. your chest began to tighten, for a reason you don’t know why but you could feel it— crawling up your throat as it engulfed your esophagus. it creeped up the inside of you. almost as if you were gonna throw up, the pit in your stomach began to settle. you felt it, twitching on your tongue as it settled, trying to escape its enclosure from past your lips. you held it in for so long, fighting this battle you were so determined to win as you tried to focus on anything; the birds chirping around you, the rushing of the water, zack’s stone skipping across it. you tried to hold it in until—

“do you really think you’ll become a SOLDIER one day?”

the rock he had grabbed remained lifeless in his hands, his fingers tightening around it while he contemplated his options. he turned to you— dirt on his face and his smile, gapped with all the recent teeth he had been losing. he never faltered with that smile, you thought to yourself; and you never forgot what he had said to you after you asked that, “i’ll make sure of it.”

you smiled back at him, before it dropped once you had heard the calls of your name coming from the huts above the creek, where both of your homes had been located. with not another second, zack had already gotten up and running. he swiveled back to face you, waving a goodbye with his lanky arm before he shouted, “i’ll see you tomorrow!” but, of course, he wouldn’t be zack if he didn’t get hurt every now and then, you thought, as you watched him trip over a small rock. but— you realized, he also wouldn’t be zack if he didn’t get up afterwards. still, he turned his head to make sure you didn’t see only to discover you had ( much to his embarrassment ), before getting up and running back home again.

you laughed under your breath, “dork.”

and now, you’re still you. sitting in a bakery in nibelheim, you had almost never changed. well— besides the fact that you grew a couple of feet and wore a wider range of clothes than your school uniform and an old, colorful your grandmother had gifted you when you were five. you wore your hair differently and went out of your way to try and make a difference in the world; specifically by starting and doing some jobs around town and seeing if anybody needed help with those.. things — that would appear around town. the day zack left for midgar had stained your brain permanently, his hug leaving a mark on your body as you knew you might not see him again— even if you chastised ( or more so threatened ) him that he stay in contact with you no matter what.

although it was a few years ago already, you never forget about it, your mind always traveled back to that day at the river. grabbing another hold of your pastry, you admired the vibrant frosting as it created the symbol of a chocobo, not even able to take a bite in fear of ruining the perfect design. you watched the simple villagers of nibelheim float around their daily life while you stayed under the canopy in front of the shop, seated at a little table with the shade covering you from the heat of the sun. you remained bored as you tapped your foot and listened to the bustle of the small town before you heard pairs of assertive footsteps and the, ‘ooh’s and ‘aah’s of the people.

tilting your head upwards, you only assumed maybe a few flat footed people or some kids running around was the answer but no— you’re met with the sight of a long, silver haired man with wide, white should plates while a shinra infantryman accompanied him along with another SOLDIER, only this time in black armor. you had watched the town guide, and even with your fuzzy memory you think you had recalled her name was tifa.

you squinted at them, watching as the SOLDIERs looked around at the small village. you gasped as the SOLDIER with the darker uniform turned his head, those eyes were all too familiar, and that familiar cowlick that peeked out from his thick, black hair was all too distinct. putting down the pastry, your eyes narrowed even further almost as if you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. you watched as he turned his head, his full face on display as he beamed at the environment— his smile still the same besides the fact that all of his adult teeth had grown in and his jaw became more defined.

you sat upright, your lips quirking upwards as you felt that childish wonder grow as it had all those years ago like when you had first met him, brave and confident as ever when he had defended you.

“zack?”

[taylormarieee]

~Like whatcha see?~

Summary: You and Carl are cuddled up reading comics, when you suddenly have a desire to tease and prod at Carl, It backfires and Carl becomes very cocky.

Genre: Smut

Word Count:906

Pairing: Carl. Grimes X Fem!Reader (All characters are 18+ and up)

Warnings: P in V Sex, Oral(F Receiving), praise king,degrading kink,Teasing,cocky carl,Unprotected Sex,that's it!

You love spending time with your boyfriend Carl. Reading comics was you guys favourite thing to do together. But right now you wanted to do more than just cuddle next to him.

You wanted to feel him. Touch him in very sexual, inappropriate ways. You wanted him to pound inside you over and over again until you pass out.

You wanted him to eat you out until your clit and whole body is sensitive and your crying and screaming out his name begging him to stop.

You wanted him to finger you like his life depended o- "Hello? You ok babe?" Carl asks, his voice gathering you back to reality and out of your thoughts.

"Huh? Oh yea baby, I'm ok! Why?" You look up at him innocently. "I was calling your name but, It seems like you didn't hear me until now." He says smirking, "What were you thinking about?"

"You. I need you Carl. Badly" You say dragging your hand up his clothed thigh. Teasing him by playing with his belt buckle.

You start to move your head up to his neck and start kissing his neck a kissing along his jawline moaning and whimpering in his ear.

"Please Carl, touch me... fuck me please. I want you so badly babe." You moan out. You feel him tense up against you and you smirk sliding your hand up his shirt. "Baby please, just wait. We can do this later. I got watch in 10 minutes." Carl whines

"Well to be honest 10 minutes is all I need, or you could be late. I'm sure they won't mind." You say crawling on top of him. You look into his eyes while you remove your shirt and your pants.

"Oh babe don't do this to me! You know I gotta go soon." He says holding your hips. You slowly grind on him, "Please Carl all I ask is 10 minutes." You beg.

"I can never say no to you sometimes." He says sitting up and taking off his flannel and shirt.

He grabs your face and starts kissing you forcing his tongue inside your mouth to deepen the kiss. He grinds you down on his hard on and you begin to moan in his mouth. "Oh yes Carl please." You whine out.

"Shut up, this is what you want you dirty slut! Huh? This is what you want? Me to fuck you until you can't speak?" He spat. He flips you both over and immediately dives down in between your thighs lapping out your leaking arousal.

He moans at your taste in his mouth as he eats you out. He sucks on your clit making you scream out and grip his soft, brown locs. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Heat rushes to your face as you look down at the pornagraphic site. Please baby please I'm gonna cum Carl!" You scream out. Carl hums and without warning shoves both of his digits inside your soaking cunt you scream out feeling full.

You feel your orgasm approaching faster and you quickly start humping his fingers and if what he was doing didn't already make you hazy, he sucks hard on your clit making you scream out and squirt all over his face and fingers. "Holy fuck baby! Never seen you do that before." He. says licking his lip and smiling.

"Omg, baby, i'm so sorry are you-" He cuts you off, "that was the best thing ever!" He says smiling and rubbing your thigh. But I'm not done with you yet." He says climbing on top of you.

"Gonna fuck you till you can't walk anymore." He says lining his cock up with your entrance. Your eyes widen at his cock, I mean you've seen him before but you never get used to it.

"Like whatcha see?" He asks smirking. You gulp and before you can respond he slams into you coaxing a pornagraphic moan out of you as he quickened his pace.

"Is this what you wanted baby? You're takin me so well. God your so pretty like this." He praises causing you to whimper. "Yea? You like that?" He says thrusting harder into your cunt.

"Hmm yes Carl- oh fuck!" You whine out feeling your second orgasm approach. "Oh fuck~ Carl i' gonna cum again!" You moan. "Fuck- Ok baby, lets cum together ok?" He says moaning a little louder than before. He grunts as you shake your head thrusting faster into you.

Soon Carl's thrust become erratic and have lost rhythm. He squirts his load inside you whilst ripping your second orgasm out of you. This one stronger and more intense that the first. Your vision is blurry and your seeing stars. Your eyes cross as you try to control your breathing.

Soon, Carl is getting up to wet a rag and clean you both off. You watch as he cleans himself in the bathroom doorway before making his way to you. You feel the warm water from the rag and sigh. You turn over and slowly start to drift off to sleep.

You feel a dip behind you in the bed and feel warm hand wrap around your waisT, you turn around snuggling into his chest.

"I love you Carl" You say rubbing sweet circles in his chest.

"I love you more baby" He says kissing your cheek. You both fall asleep together.

I hope ya'll enjoyed!

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[brittscafe]

Can I request a human reader very close to Ichigo (like a best friend or a sister) arguing with Aizen because well, he is Aizen and screws up lmao, and they end up in bed?

I hope it was a clear request, thank you so much!🥰

ahhh omg yes! I love this request! <3 Feeding myself with Aizen smut 😌

Ichigo's your best friend and you hate Aizen with a passion. Now, you're stuck because he's inside your house and he's got you trapped.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you scoff out, backing away from him. Each step you take back, Aizen takes two forward.

"Where's Ichigo?" he asks with a stern tone and your back hits the cold wall. You glance around the room that you're pinned in and you gulp.

"I won't tell you. You practically stalk him, why don't you figure it out for yourself?" you huff out, clenching your fists.

Aizen lets out a tiny chuckle, throwing his head back and he shakes his head.

"Y/N, don't play dumb. It'll just get you killed. I would hate to kill you," Aizen explains, reaching his hand up and tracing your jawline with his thumb.

Liar. He would kill you if he wanted to.

"Don't you dare touch me!" you speak through gritted teeth, slapping his hand down and Aizen tilts his head to the side, glancing inside your eyes.

"Oh? Don't you think I've seen what kind of dreams you have about me?" Aizen teases you and your stomach twists into uneasy knots.

"What?" you breath out, your mouth gaping open. Aizen cocks an eyebrow and lowers his face near yours.

How could he possibly know about those?

"I know that you want my hands all over your body, touching you in the most vulnerable places a woman could be," Aizen whispers softly and your face burns red hot.

You glare up at Aizen, your nostrils flaring with rage. He wears a smug smirk across your face and your veins pump with anger. You raise your hand and slap him across the face.

Aizen doesn't even react, he just stands there, smirk still on his face.

A gasp leaves your lips and Aizen's fingers wrapped around your wrist, holding it tightly.

"Stop! Let me go!" you raise your voice, but he doesn't budge. He's not hurting you or anything, but his grasp is strong enough to the point where you can't move.

Aizen easily pulls you towards him, warm bodies pressing together as you gaze into his eyes. Your breath hitches in your throat and Aizen eagerly presses his lips against yours.

Your eyes widen at the sudden action taken and it feels good. His lips against yours makes you feel like you're on cloud 9.

You scoff loudly and roughly pull away from him, scowling in disgust as you glare at him.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Aizen teases you, dipping his head down into your neck. His breath on your neck sends jolts down your spine and you gulp.

"No," you retort harshly, but you inch closer to him. Aizen lets out a tiny chuckle, the sound of him sending a tingle down your spine. You glare over at him, biting on your lower lip.

Your body is pumping with lust as you stare at him.

"Damn it, screw this," you sigh out, walking up to Aizen and grabbing his face, pressing your lips onto his. His hands wrap around your thighs, easily lifting you off the ground.

You wrap your legs around his torso, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Aizen's lips twist with yours as he walks down the hallway and into your bedroom.

Aizen's lips are warm and soft. They part slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside. Warmth blossoms in your chest as you fall down into the bed, tongues pushing back and forth.

His dark hair falls down onto your face as you pull away from the kiss. Hearts beating so wildly, that you both could only take little sips of breath.

You tear off your shirt as Aizen does the same. You trace his abs and muscles, admiring them. Aizen's hands shoot down to your hips and he holds them in place.

"How is Ichigo going to feel about this?" Aizen teases you, tongue trailing down up stomach. You wriggle your hips and roll your eyes with annoyance.

"Ichigo will never find out. If does, I'll kill you," you threaten him, shooting him a firm glare. Aizen wears a wryly smirk as he reaches your bra.

He easily unclips it and falls from your chest, breasts bouncing out. His eyes widen and his tongue swirls around your nipple. Tiny gasps leave your lips as he cups your other breast.

"I can't wait to find out how you taste," Aizen huffs out, pulling away from you and your face burns red hot.

You grab his pants and start to unbuckle his belt. You unzip his pants and press kisses along his v-line. Aizen's cock grows harder and he throws his head back.

"Go on. If you want to know how I taste so badly," you offer him, pulling away and scooting back on the bed. Aizen wastes no time, ripping off his pants and climbing on top of you.

You tug off your pants and Aizen's eyes glue to your lacy underwear. He glances over at the stuffed teddy bear on the corner of your bed and chuckles.

"Oh, is Mr. teddy going to watch?" Aizen asks, playing with the teddy bear and you rip it out from his hands, tossing it.

"Shut up," you scoff out, letting out a tiny giggle. His hands run up and down your curves, dipping his head down to your core. His teeth grip the lace of your underwear and he slowly peels it off.

God, it made you even wetter.

Aizen runs his tongue over his bottom lip, staring at your wet, oozing core. His fingers travel up your thigh and your heart rams against your chest.

He inserts a finger of you and you moan loudly. Aizen slowly pulls out his soaked finger and swirls it around in his mouth. Your mouth gapes open and he smirks.

"Absolutely delicious," he hums out, burying his head in between your thighs. His fingers dig into the plush skin of your thighs as his tongue runs over your entrance.

Your fingers reach into your hair and you tug on it slightly. He seals his lips over your sensitive clit as he inserts two fingers inside of you.

"Fuck," you moan, bucking your hips. His fingers slowly pump, curling and rubbing your g-spot. Your thighs begin to shake as the knots in your stomach start to unfold.

He speeds up the pace of his fingers, hitting your g-spot as you release trails of moans. Your body jolts as your cum squirts out onto his finger and Aizen releases your sore clit.

"Sounding so good for me, y/n," Aizen comments as you tug on his hair. You pant heavily as he slides off his underwear, his hard cock bouncing out.

Aizen brushes his fingers through your hair and grabs onto his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He slowly pushes his cock inside of your core and you cry out in pleasure.

Aizen's eyes shoot over to you and he caresses your face with hand.

"You okay?" he asks, voice laced with concern. You inhale sharply and nod your head.

"Yeah, keep going," you encourage him, a smile forming along your face. Aizen nods his head and takes a hold of your hand, squeezing it as he sinks all the way in.

Your mouth gapes open as Aizen starts to thrust in and out of you, the head of his cock kissing your g-spot. You squeeze your walls around his cock, earning a low groan from him.

"Aizen," you moan out, spreading your legs wider to feel more of him.

His hips slowly rock back and forth, filling you with pleasure. Tiny gasps and moans leave your lips as you feel yourself coming closer.

"God, you make me feel so good," Aizen grunts out, his cock twitching inside of you. You cry out in pleasure as your cum spills out onto his cock, oozing out onto your thighs.

You pant heavily, breathless moans leaving your lips as he sloppily thrusts into you. The muscles in his arms bulge and tense as he moans loudly, his cum filling you up.

You both pant heavily as Aizen stays inside of you for a minute. Sweat covers Aizen's body and you squeeze his hand. Aizen slowly pulls out from you, earning a moan from both of you.

He breathes heavily and stands up from the bed. You quickly sit up as he enters your bathroom and walks out with a clean towel. Your eyes widen as he climbs into the bed next to you.

"What is it?" he asks curiously as you brush the hair out from his face.

"Nothing. I just thought you were going to leave," you shake your head and Aizen furrows his eyebrows.

"No," he chuckles out, gently wiping up the mess that you two made.

He places soft, gentle kisses all over your body and your face flushes. You cup Aizen's face and pull him closer.

"I don't just want the sex, Aizen. I want all of you," you reveal, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks. Aizen's mouth slightly gapes open and his heart skips a beat.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Aizen asks, running his hand up and down your thigh.

"Please, are you sure you can handle me?" you shoot him a sly wink, laughing. Aizen smiles warmly and wraps you up in his arms.

[thebellearchives]

Please do fluff prompt 1 with Nanami 🙏🏻

Reader is fembodied with eyes similar to Hinata from Naruto but icey blue.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥳🎉 <--- that's for you because I love your writing

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋

~ nanami kento ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : your friendship with nanami has always felt simple and natural, it makes sense that when you end up together it feels exactly the same

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : fem!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, mayyyybe a bit ooc nanami?? 🙇🏼‍♀️

‧₊˚ a / n : omg don’t come after me but i’ve never watched naruto hah, hope nanami’s description of the reader’s eyes is good enough (dw at least i know who hinata is) sorry for the wait aaa 😭🫶🏻 and yes i’m writing that “taking care of the other’s wounds” scenario again i have no regrets

Boredom prompted a slow yawn out of your mouth, sleepy tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you scrolled on your phone in search of entertainment. It was about 10:00 pm when some heavy steps entering the infirmary made you look up. Nanami looked worn out, but also relieved when he saw you there.

“You’re here. I’m glad” the man had some cuts in his face and bruises down his neck, your eyes followed as he walked over to the table next to you.

“You are?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t want to refuse Ieiri’s treatment. Where is she?”

“She went out for a smoke” Nanami’s nimble fingers picked up a bag of cotton balls and went in search of the alcohol bottle. His brows raised, chocolate brown eyes looking for yours from behind his glasses.

“Didn’t she say she’d quit?”

“You know Ieiri” with a sigh, you moved closer and stole the bottle from his hand.

“It’s okay, I can-”

“I know” he sighed in defeat, you decided to offer him a sweet small smile “just let me take care of you, okay? you look really tired”

He licked his lower lip, hesitant, but ended up nodding softly.

“Fine. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Your hands opened the bottle of alcohol and picked up some cotton while waiting for him to sit down in the chair right behind him, but he didn’t. He remained silent and calm, studying your movements. You had known Nanami for a long, long time, ever since you were just a girl. Enough time for him to let you come close, enough to feel comfortable and relaxed in your presence. Enough for you to slowly develop feelings for him.

“I’ll take these” a soft whisper made its way from your lips, your free hand sliding his glasses away from his face.

He didn’t react, didn’t flinch, didn’t reply. His eyes were fixed on yours almost as if he had zoned out. You started cleaning the small cuts and dried blood off his skin, the sound of his even breathing carrying your mind far away. Swiping your fingertips gently near the injuries to soothe the burn of the alcohol, brushing some hair strands of his golden hair pretending they were getting in your way. You remembered how he used to be so wary of you, always keeping a certain distance. And now you were here with him, walls down, letting you take care of him as you wished. Intimate, vulnerable. You finished up cleaning some smudged dirt from his jawline when you felt his hands grasping your hips delicately, the touch bringing you back from your thoughts and your pupils searching for his curiously.

“Is something wrong?”

He shook his head slightly. You blinked in surprise as he lifted up your face just a bit, cradling your cheek.

“It’s just that I had never stopped to really see how misty your eyes are. They make me feel like i’m somewhere else, a hazy blue lake in a foggy forest. Peaceful… at ease.”

Somehow your breath got caught up in your throat, eyes widening and heartbeat picking up a quicker rhythm. The words Nanami spoke felt so natural, so much that you wondered if he had even said them with a romantic intention or if it had been just an observation, a gentle compliment. For a second your mind tried to decipher the meaning behind them, come up with a response to the genuine confession, but the attempt was immediately interrupted by the grazing of his thumb right under your eye. The light brush wiping your head clean in an instant, his ring and pinky under your chin guiding you closer towards his lips.

So you patiently closed your eyes and followed his actions. Nanami’s lips met yours then, soft movements, prompting a sweet warmth to cover your cheeks and travel down towards your chest. There was no hesitation, no doubts, your hands didn’t even tremble when you reached to cup his face. There was a certain tranquility in the simplicity of the movements, the way his arms softly brought you closer to him, the way your hands slid towards the back of his neck, the tenderness and longing of your lips grasping for each other.

And the moment he pulled away to grasp for air your lips almost followed like magnets, but stopped the moment you realized you also needed to take a breath. He rested his forehead on top of yours, a soft sigh escaping his lungs.

You smiled. There in his arms you felt like everything had fallen into place, it was just that simple. There was no need for words, everything had already been said.