#'ohh lets just play drinking games'

[cerbreus]

not enough adult party games where the gist is hunting each other for sport lets bring back hunting each other for sport as a party game. what’s more exhilarating than going into survival mode with 5-15 people all scrambling to be the last person standing by cunning, or throwing ur friends under the bus,

[harrywavycurly]

What if it was Eddie who needed reader to be his fake wife?👀♥️♥️

Hiiii babes!!! Ohh love this!! Hope you enjoy this!!💖

“Hey sorry to bother you.” You raise your eyebrow as you feel a hand on your back as a voice pulls your attention away from the drink that’s in your hand. “But could you be my wife for just a few minutes?” You turn around making the hand fall from your back as you take a sip of the drink in your hand. You take the opportunity to look at the man standing in front of you and you can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness as a look of panic takes over his face causing his brown eyes to go wide as he looks over his shoulder quickly before looking back at you.

Before you can say anything you hear a loud laugh coming from the pool tables that are directly behind the nameless man who is standing in front of you. You watch his shoulders slump and his eyes close as he lets out what you can only assume is a sigh of defeat as the laughter gets closer to the two of you. The man stands up straight and puts on what you can clearly tell is a fake smile as he turns around and faces the owner of the laugh.

“Eddie? Oh my god how are you?” You roll your eyes at the how fake the girl’s voice sounds as you watch her open up her arms as if she’s about to lean in for a hug. You quickly finish off your drink and turn and place it on the bar before you step forward and wrap your arm around the middle of the man who you now know is named Eddie making him jump a bit at your touch but when he looks down at you all you have to do is give him a smile and he is quick to wrap his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side.

“Baby can we go play a game of pool?” You ask as you place your free hand on his chest while you look up at him and you can feel the girl’s eyes on you so you slowly look away from Eddie and over to the girl. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t see you there.” You feel the grip on your shoulders tighten as you give the girl a small smile. “How do you know my husband?” You don’t miss the way her eyes go wide at the word husband, you feel Eddie lean down place a closed mouth kiss to the top of your head.

“Uh we uhm-”

“Oh sweetheart this is Chrissy.” You look up at Eddie as he speaks and when he looks down at you all you can do is smile causing his cheeks to turn a light shade of pink as he looks back over to Chrissy. “We dated in high school.” You just nod as you look over at Chrissy who is just awkwardly smiling at the two of you and if you weren’t two drinks in you’d probably feel a little guilty for making her feel so uncomfortable but you didn’t get asked to be her fake wife you got asked to be Eddie’s so you’re going to be the best fake wife you can be.

“Was he this cute in high school?” You hear Eddie laugh as you look back up at him and take your hand off his chest and run in through his hair. “I��ve seen photos of him from back then but I need you to be honest with me….was his hair this nice?” Eddie bites back a laugh as you look over at Chrissy as you play with the ends of Eddie’s hair, twirling it around your fingers.

“Uh-”

“Actually don’t tell me it’ll just make me jealous.” You explain as you remove your hand from his hair and place it back on his chest giving it a pat as Eddie pulls you closer into his side so he can hide his laughter in the crook of your neck making shivers go down your spine as his breath hits your skin.

“Well uh it was nice seeing you again Eddie.” Chrissy’s voice is sweet and her smile is genuine as she looks at Eddie. You watch her smile fade when she realizes he’s not going to drop his hold on you to give her a hug and that’s how you figure out that this girl must’ve either been the one that got away or the one that broke his heart because even though the only thing you know about Eddie is his name you can tell he’s a nice guy. “It was uhm good to uh meet you-”

“Sorry to cut this short but the pool table is free and you know the saying about a happy wife and all that right?” You look behind Chrissy and see a group of men leaving the pool table as Eddie drops his arm from your shoulders as you drop yours from his middle so he can grab your hand.

“Have a nice night.” Is all you say as you look over your shoulder as Eddie leads you to the pool tables leaving Chrissy standing there alone by the bar.

“Holy shit.” Eddie lets out a sigh of relief as he lets go of your hand once he sees Chrissy head off towards her group of friends. “Thank you for that you-”

“We aren’t done yet.” You look Eddie in his eyes and then look over your shoulder so he can see Chrissy standing there with a group of girls as they not so casually look over at the two of you.

“Oh fuck.” You just laugh at his look of annoyance as you take a step closer to him so you can tuck some of his hair behind his ear. “You’re good at this.” He whispers as he places a hand on your hip making you smile.

“I know I’m your wife and everything but what’s our last name?” You ask ignoring his previous statement, Eddie laughs as you place both of your hands on his chest and run them upwards until your arms are loosely wrapped around his neck.

“Munson.” You just nod as Eddie’s other hand also finds its way to your hip giving it a little squeeze.

“Not bad as far as last names go.” You tease making Eddie roll his eyes as he looks over your shoulder to see if Chrissy or any of her friends are looking at the two of you. “Are we good?” You ask as Eddie looks back at you and you raise your eyebrow as he gives you a little smirk.

“Oh we’re more than good sweetheart.” He answers as he leans down and places a kiss to your cheek. “They left.” He adds making you just nod your head as his hands leave your hips.

“This was fun.” Eddie just laughs and nods as you unwrap your arms from around his neck and give his chest a playful pat. “We should do it again sometime.” You reach into your back pocket and pull out your phone, Eddie holds his hand out ready to take it but you hold it to your chest making him raise an eyebrow in confusion. “Who was she? And don’t lie because I was your wife for like five minutes so I can tell when you’re lying.” Eddie just lets out a sigh as you let him take your phone out of your hand.

“She was my girlfriend in high school and she dumped me for someone else and she just kinda broke my heart in the process.” He explains as he types his number into your phone so he doesn’t have to see the sad expression on your face, it’s one he’s used to seeing anytime he tells the story of how he and Chrissy ended things years ago. “But it was a long time ago.” You just nod as he looks at you as he hands you your phone back.

“Well her loss.” Eddie smiles as you slide your phone back into your pocket. “Because now we get to go on a date and maybe one day a few months down the line I won’t have to be the fake Mrs. Munson anymore.” You watch the same smirk he had on his face earlier reappear as you shoot him a little wink before leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek.

“It would only take a few months?” He questions as you pull away from him and you just shrug playfully before turning around and heading towards the entrance of the bar. “See you tomorrow Mrs. Munson!” You just laugh as you hear his voice shouting at you as you reach the door.

[peppermintquartz]

Praiseworthy

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"Tell me about how it's been for you these past couple days."

With a soft moan, Buck releases Tommy's neck from his mouth's exploration and peers at him, confused. "I already did."

Tommy weaves his fingers into Buck's curls and scratches lightly on his scalp. Buck's eyes flutter shut at how good that feels.

"Tell me how you saved the days," Tommy amends. "Without mentioning that old git. Tell me. Start with how you saved the little girl and her mom from the bee-covered car."

Buck is trying to remember how to form words, his skin tingling from Tommy's gentle caress of his scalp and the not-so-gentle petting of his belly. That same hand is drifting down to his hip.

"Um. We were using CO2, didn't work," Buck murmurs. Losing himself to Tommy's touches, Buck lets the words unfurl freely, his legs tangling with Tommy's. "And the intake was jammed. Couldn't - ah! - couldn't hose the bees away."

Tommy hums, his left hand rubbing soothing circles into Buck's hip, while his right is still giving Buck the best scalp massage in a long while. "So what did you do?"

"Something had caught fire, and. And I remembered that. Smoke. Beekeepers use smoke to dampen bees' senses, make them - ohh, please, Tommy, that feels - make them docile." Buck feels a little lightheaded. That is a common symptom of making out with Tommy, but today every move Tommy makes seems purposeful. Buck moans softly when Tommy's fingers dip under his waistband, even as Tommy encourages him to keep talking. He swallows, licks his lips. "Told Eddie. Told Eddie to direct the smoke. At the car. I, uh, ahhh. Tommy. Tommy."

Tommy's hand is inside Buck's shorts. "Yeah? Come on, keep talking," he says innocently, as if his index finger hasn't just been nudging at Buck's hole moments ago.

Gulping in another breath, Buck continues. "The smoke worked. The bees... calmed down. Got them off one side of the car, got the mom and girl out." He gasps when his boyfriend slides his big hand from its place on Buck's ass to the front to gently grasp his hard, leaking cock.

"You're so well-read," Tommy murmurs approvingly. "Keeping all that knowledge in your gorgeous and adorable head. I love how much you know about the world."

"Yeah? Really?" Buck feels like he can melt into Tommy's voice.

"Mm hmm. Now tell me about the perfume launch."

Rolling his hips slowly as Tommy starts stroking him, Buck murmurs, "The perfume... Oh, oh, please Tommy, more, please?" When Tommy doesn't tighten his grip the way Buck wants him to, he whines, "Please, Daddy?"

Tommy huffs a laugh. He knows what Buck is trying to do, and two can play at that game. "Tell me what you did, baby boy, and Daddy will give you what you want," he says. Promises, with a wink.

Buck pouts, but the effect is lost when Tommy twists his wrist a specific way, which instead makes Buck shudder.

"Perfume launch lady. Um. Told us that, that her assistant is stuck under water, breathing through a hose." The words tumble out. Buck hisses in a sharp breath when Tommy runs the pad of his thumb over his slit, and whimpers again when Tommy does it a second time.

"And what did you do to get her out of it?"

"I overheard. Someone, um, someone. Talking about. Perfume, and-and asked to, to see it." Buck closes his eyes, floats in the sensations of Tommy's voice rumbling in his chest and his warm grip of Buck's erection and strong fingers still massaging his scalp. "The scent was floral... But it had, um. Banana."

"And what was so special about banana, sweet boy? Can you tell Daddy more, please?"

Buck whines high in his throat. "Floral scents attract pollinators like bees," he manages, "and banana riles them up, makes them - mmm - defensive."

"You're so brilliant," Tommy praises. "I didn't know that. I'm so lucky to have a clever and beautiful boy." He pauses his ministrations to kiss Buck deeply, drinking in a faint whine. Then his hand resumes moving. "But it doesn't answer my question, darling. How did you get the bees away from that poor assistant?"

Now Buck has to giggle. "Made Eddie bait." He nuzzles Tommy and says, "He was already suited up, and, mmm, he looked so cute with that dumb moustache. Chimney and I doused him with the perfume. Made him run really fast. Mmmm. Daddy, don't stop."

Tommy is laughing, his whole frame shaking, and his hands are on Buck's hip and shoulder now. "You made Eddie killer bee bait?"

"Yep." Buck preens and nudges Tommy's cheek with his nose. "It worked very well too. We got the woman out. Any longer and she'd have died."

"You're really amazing," Tommy says, turning his face into Buck's arched neck, kissing tiny nipping kisses all along that exposed column. Nothing that will leave marks. "You're really something else, sweet boy, you make me so proud of you every time you show just how capable and resourceful you are. I wanna show you off to the world so so much."

"Really?" Buck asks breathlessly, his chest tight from emotion. Before this moment, he didn't think he needed to hear all that validation, but the praise flowing so freely and sincerely from Tommy is making his skin tingle and his heart pound, even more than the purposeful petting and groping. His throat feels like it's closing with tears, and he buries his face in the closest part of Tommy - his big, strong shoulder - and his eyes are stinging.

With another gulp of air, he gives himself over to pure sensation, letting Tommy's words wash over him and fill him up, letting Tommy's hands draw pleasure from his core out into the open air, letting Tommy's love soothe the thousand little hurts he's been enduring at work. It's not that long before his teeth are pressed to Tommy's shoulder, tongue flat against his skin, as his hips jerk helplessly against his lover and he comes and comes, wrapped in a hazy cocoon of praise and adoration woven from Tommy's voice and sure handling.

Afterwards, when his mind is more his own, he murmurs, "You must think I'm so needy. It must be exhausting to deal with me. With my... I don't know, my neuroses."

"Where did you get that idea from?" Tommy asks, draped partly over the younger man, nose pressed to Buck's soft cheek.

"I don't know why I can't just do my job and not, you know, want an Attaboy now and again. Like, Chimney and Eddie just get on with it. Hen doesn't even seem to be mentally present some days, and she is still incredible at her job." Buck sighs. "Sometimes I feel like I never did leave behind Buck 1.0."

"You're you, whatever version you think you are," Tommy replies. "And the Evan Buckley I know is a quick-thinking, spontaneous, resourceful, and kind man. You're not needy for wanting validation, especially since you have put in work to know that much. It's nice to be seen." With a grunt, Tommy leans over Buck and peers down into the younger man's eyes. "And you're not exhausting to love, Evan. You're so easy to love. So deserving of it. I'll praise you every damn day until you see that for yourself."

[haikyu-mp4]

Emergency contact

word count; 1047 – f!reader

“I don’t mean to be rude but, why are you here?” Semi asked you, one hand clutching his head and the other rubbing his eyes. He couldn’t quite believe his eyes right now.

“I could ask you the same thing. Apparently, I’m your emergency contact.”

The cogs were slowly turning in his head with the help of that single brain cell he always seemed to rely on. “Ohh... the drinking game.”

“You played a drinking game with emergency contacts? Do you know how serious that is?” you scolded him. That’s the y/n he remembered from high school. Diligent y/n, student president and his seemingly hopeless crush. Too different to hang out in high school, when everyone had their circles and stuck to them. He even dramatically told his friends you were the one that got away when there was liquor in his system, yet here you were. Back in his life as his emergency contact after he fell off stage.

When he went out for drinks with some old teammates from Shiratorizawa to catch up, they asked if he ever got your number before graduation. He proudly presented the contact like it was a treasure, which led to someone daring him to put you as his emergency contact. Crazy, right?

He ignored your concern, waving his hand in hopes you’d drop it. “Remind me what happened, please. Was it cool?”

“A light fixture fell on your thick head and then you fell off stage.”

He smiled sheepishly but held up a rock sign with his hand. “I’m a rockstar.” The small laugh under your breath made him happy, but happiness made his head hurt again so he winced instead. You carefully sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

“Why wouldn’t they call your parents?”

“I’m not in contact with them anymore.” A silence fell over you and you looked at him sympathetically, but still managed a small smile. He seemed to be getting tired again already, you couldn’t even imagine how much his head must hurt. The doctor said he was lucky it didn’t hit him harder, or with a sharp edge. No broken bones either, so he just had to stay until the concussion was under control.

“Because you’re a rockstar?” you whispered, making him smile again and nod. You hummed at his confirmation, watching as his eyes fell closed and he went back to sleep again.

He’s still so pretty, you thought. His hair was a bit messier and his face a bit more lived in but still the pretty setter you remember. Some sweet pick-up line would leave his lips every time he passed you back then, and you would frown and tell him to focus on school. You never figured out if he knew how flustered he made you. Surely, he must have known with that stupid smirk on his face.

When Semi woke up again, he wondered if you had actually been there or if it was all some weird dream. He slowly opened his eyes, nervous to see who he heard shuffling around. Someone was there, but it wasn’t you, and his face fell along with his chest as he let out the breath he held in anticipation.

“Hello, love,” the older nurse said, coming over to check his reaction time and other standard things. Semi let her, not really conversing while she checked him. Maybe she was never here…

He cleared his throat, looking up at the woman. “Was there a girl, uh sorry, a woman here earlier?”

“Right!” she said and Semi could swear he felt anticipation clutching onto his heart. “She had to make some calls so she’s in the cafeteria waiting for you. When you feel stable enough to get up, please have two painkillers with this glass of water and then you are free to leave as you wish.”

Semi smiled. He smiled so brightly like the nurse had told him she cured some terrible sickness. “Thank you,” he said, bowing as well as he could from where he lay in the hospital bed. After she left, he slowly started sitting up, clutching the edge of the bed to stabilise himself. You’re waiting for him.

Semi walked into the cafeteria after signing out and getting a prescription for painkillers from the main desk. He had his concert clothes back on, looking around for a familiar face. And he found you, rigged up with your computer and notepad with a phone resting between your shoulder and ear. You were frowning while talking to someone on the phone and Semi shouldn’t think it’s so hot, but he did.

He walked over and sat across from you, leaning his chin on the top of the screen. You made eye contact and huffed, telling whoever was on the line that you would get back to them tomorrow. “Hey there, rockstar,” you cooed, leaning on your hand with your elbow resting on the table.

“You stayed,” was all he answered.

“Someone needs to drive you home,” you sighed. You leaned forward and held out your hand, planting your pointer finger under his chin. He was high on painkillers and could swear the two of you were about to kiss despite not seeing each other for years, but then you just flicked his chin up a bit to close the computer. “Let’s go, pretty boy.”

If Semi liked you before, this new confidence you grew into had him on his knees. Not literally, but he was watching your every move as you packed up your stuff and finally stood up. Semi got up with you, quickly reaching out and grabbing the strap of your bag so he could hoist it up on his shoulder with a cheeky smile. There was still a low beat playing in his head from the earlier headache, but he did his best to ignore it. You huffed and turned around, leading him to the car while repeating everything the nurse told him to remember earlier while he just pretended to listen. Again, you wondered if he knew you were flustered.

Surely, he knew with a smirk like that. Maybe you should make sure he gets safely into his apartment and then kiss the stupid smirk off his face. That sounds like a good plan.

masterlist

/for Semi-lover @cosmiicdust <3

[wandasslut3000]

Who’s in charge?

Pairing: G!pNatasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, alcohol consumption, powerbottom!reader, dom/sub dymnamics, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (n receiving), handjob, teasing, missionary, mommy!kink, dirty talk, fingering, edging, begging, praise and degradation.

WC: 1.5k

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You and Natasha are sitting with the rest of the avengers in the common area, it's nearly the end of another one of Stark's parties.

And that also means good drinks and silly party games.

"So Romanoff, what's it gonna be?" Tony asks her, "Truth or dare".

"Truth"

"Who's the top in your relationship?" A crooked smile creeps onto your face as you watch your girlfriend look back towards you.

You quirk an eyebrow, "Go on Nat, tell 'em"

Her expression changes slightly before she turns back over to face the multimillionaire. "Me, duh."  The attitude in her voice making your jaw tighten.

"Is that so?"

"No ma'am." her eyes widen at the realization of the words that slipped past her lips. "I- I mean yes-". The other avengers were watching with great interest, the infamous Black Widow become a flustered and stammering mess.

"Uh huh", you pause, clicking your tongue as your eyes turn into slits. Then miraculously, your mood suddenly changes, acting cheery and innocent for the moment, startling her.

"Well you guys, I think Natasha here's a little tired, so we're gonna go to bed" She looks at you confused as she shakes her head.

"But I'm not-" You send her a look and she shrinks in her seat, a small tent forming in her sweatpants, the rest of the group still observing the scene in amusement.

"Fine, yes I'm tried, let's go". She huffs, Tony snickers at how quickly she was proven wrong, however this also earned him a hard glare from you.

Turning and walking away, a turned on Nat behind you, she got a perfect view of your ass, your sleeping shorts tight and not leaving much to the imagination.

She watched your hips sway in a seductive movement on your way back to your shared bedroom, you lure the widow into your trap, the moment she enters the room, you slam her against the nearest wall, your hand wrapped harshly around her neck.

"What was all this about you being the top, darling?" She whimpers at your tone, a slight twitch peeking through from the fabric of her pants.

"I don't- I don't know."

"You know damn well it's me who makes you cum every night, fucking slut. I just don't know where you get this big mouth from." You tilt your head to the side, your grip on her neck tightening.

"Say you’re sorry" you look up at her, sinking your teeth into your lip for a brief moment. "Don't you want me to make you feel good baby?" You sigh out against her.

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry"

"See Natty, it wasn't so hard to was it?" You move your free hand to palm her hard-on.

"Ohh, seems like it was hard for you. You need me?" She nods, pressing her forehead against yours. "Please mommy."

You pull her into a kiss, moving both of her arms to grip onto you, pressing your crotch against hers, a groan from Natasha vibrating into the kiss.

Wrapping your arms around her neck, you jump into her hold and let her take you both to the bed. You move your legs to grip at her waist before flipping her over. Natasha's red curls pressing against the pillows.

Trailing your kisses down her jaw and onto her neckline, your hands slip under her shirt as you start to toy with her breasts through her bra. Grinding yourself against her covered member.

You go to take off Nat's tank top as well as her sweatpants, leaving her in her tented boxers, a deep flush on her face. Lightly, you move your hands up and down her thighs, her breath hitching as you got close and closer to where she needed you most.

You play with the hem of her boxers, dragging out the moment, wanting to tease her as much as possible.

Slowly, you slide them down her legs, throwing away the unnecessary garment and eyeing her hard cock hungrily. "Look how much my dirty little slut's leaking, all for me?" You smile down at her, a whine prying itself from the back of her throat at your actions.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

She nods, but you don't make any movements, "I need you to tell me what you want." Nat shivers and your hands move closer to her dick but make no action in touching her.

"Want your mouth" she whispers. "Want your hands and mouth on me please." You smirk.

"There's my good girl", you move to grab at her veiny cock, taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around the tip. "F-Fuck" she breaths out as you hold eye contact, your eyes clouding with tears as you take the cock deeper into your throat.

Your hands move to her balls, taking them into your palms and massaging them, pulling more moans from the redhead. "Mommy, that- that feels so good." She whimpers, her hands moving to grip into your hair.

"Ohh fuck yes! God-" taking your mouth off, you replace it with your fist, pumping it with your hands

Natasha groans, her cock twitching in your fingers as she got closer and closer to her release

"I'm gonna cum" she throws her head back moans and that's when you stop, bringing your movements to a halt and watching as she goes to look back at you with wide eyes.

"No! Please- please make me cum!" She babbles, tears welling up in her eyes at the loss of her upcoming orgasm.

"You're the top aren't you? Aren't you supposed to be the one fucking me?"

"I-" You cut her off, pulling her up and laying down on the bed, switching your positions, slipping off your shirt and bra before taking her spot as she leans unsurely over you. "Go on, you were so confident before."

Nat moves to slip off your shorts only to discover you weren't wearing panties. Her lip between her teeth.

"Make me cum Natty, you do that, and I'll give you the biggest reward" you wink at her and she nods, a furrow in her brows as she slides her dick into your entrance.

Pulling out for a moment before going back in, she repeats the actions, her thrusts gaining more speed as she helps you chase your high.

"Baby give me your hand" you moan and she doesn't hesitate to give into your request. Quickly you bring her hand over to your clit.

"Don't be shy, play with me."

She groans, thrusting harder into you as her fingers play with her your clit. The knot in your stomach tightening, "S'close- You're gonna make me cum, Natty, keep going, just like that." You blabber mindlessly, words and moans spilling out of your mouth without your control.

"You feel so good around me mommy" Natasha grunts against you and you whimper, your lips trembling as your brows furrow in pleasure.

"Yes fuck- almost there.. a little bit more."

She'd just hit your spot, that perfect spot that had your legs trembling as you clenched around her, cum dripping down your thighs and down Nat's dick.

Your chest heaving as you try to come back down to earth, your legs trapped around her and keeping her still, the frustrated tears refilling her eyes at the feeling of being edged once again.

"You did so good for me Natty, you’re definitely getting your reward" you smile, having Nat pull out and flipping her over once more, straddling her.

Grabbing her cock, you spit down onto it, coating it in your saliva, you grab her shoulders moving to line it up with your hole, using your wetnesses as a lubricant. She slides into you, your pussy sucking her in easily.

Her hands move to your hips as she pulls you down onto her, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, making you see stars. You grind down on her, your bundle of nerves bumping into the apex of her thighs, earning a high pitched moan out of you.

"This fucking cock was made for me I swear." You moan out as you bounce on top of her, the sound of your skin slapping echoing the room.

"There you go hun, let go, cum inside me" She nods as she thrusts herself harder inside you. "Fill me up so good- uh!" You squeal as you reach your peak once more, Natasha's load painting your walls. Your legs trembling as you both gasp into each others mouths.

Hopping off of her, you return your mouth back to the head of her cock, sucking diligently and having the last bits of her seed slide down the back of your throat. Giving the tip a quick lick before kissing up her body.

Removing her bra and taking each of her breasts into my hands, pinching and pulling at them. "You like that?" You whisper against her only for hum in response.

You latch your mouth onto her nipple, biting and sucking diligently on the bud. 

Pulling away from her chest you kiss her passionately. "Who's in charge?" You mumble against her lips.

"Mommy."

[p0orbaby]

Hi, was wondering if you could write an Alessia Russo x fem reader where reader is a rugby player so Alessia for the first time is dating someone taller than her?

(A warning I did send this request to another page but that was six months ago so I’m assuming they are not gonna write it 😅. If it makes you uncomfortable let me know btw)

Different Perspectives

warnings: suggestive (who’d have guessed it)

a/n: rugby is not my bag but I hope you still like it!

word count: 780

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Alessia is tall. That’s just a fact. Her presence on and off the football pitch isn’t just about skill; it’s accentuated by her stature. At five foot nine, she’s a force to be reckoned with, both in the competitive world of football and in the everyday challenges that come with being head and shoulders above the crowd.

Yet, amidst the cheers of the stadium and the victories on the pitch, she faces an unexpected challenge – a change in perspective that comes with falling in love. When she meets someone whose gaze meets hers without craning their neck, Alessia Russo, the formidable footballer, discovers the uncharted territory of being the small one in the relationship.

In the afterglow of another triumphant match, Alessia basks in the admiration of her teammates. As she catches her breath and revels in the crowd’s cheers, Katie leans against the stadium railing, grinning happily at their winning result. It doesn’t take her long to spot you, Katie nudges her playfully. “She’s tall,” Katie mentions, eyeing you from her spot. “Like, really tall”

Alessia glances at you, then smirks at Katie. “You’re the one stating the obvious, as always. Care to tell me why?”

Katie winks, “Just wondering what it’s like to have a partner who doesn’t need a step stool to reach the top shelf. Must be a nice change in direction for you”

Alessia laughs, rolling her eyes. “Oh, very funny. I’ll have you know that love isn’t measured in height”

Katie nudges her again, “I wonder if she’s brought binoculars. You know, just in case…”

Alessia sighs, shaking her head. “You’re enjoying this far too much for someone who’s about four inches shorter than me”

“That I am,” she admits. “What position does she play again?”

“Lock” Lessia answers readily.

“What are we talking about?” Another voice joins in on the conversation.

“Less’ talk drink of water over there” Katie informs, and Beth turns her head in the direction she’s pointing. “She's a lock, in case you were wondering”

“Ohh, tall and strong. You’re a very lucky girl Russo”

Alessia’s face inflames. Her cheeks turning red at her teammates teasing. “Thanks for that, you two. Really, just what I needed”

Katie smirks, “c’mon, don’t act like you’re not taking advantage of it! You were tall once, might as well cash in the credit you’ve banked over the years”

“Oh, yeah, because my life has obviously become one endless game of ‘can you reach that for me?’”

“Why not!” Beth exclaims. “I get Viv to do things for me all the time. ‘Hey babe, can you just grab this from the tippy top shelf? I can’t quite reach’”

“She gets validation, and you reap the rewards, if you get my gist” Katie winks.

“And that’s my cue to leave! I’m walking away now!” Alessia announces as she turns on her heels, heading towards you, more than ready to leave that conversation behind.

“There she is” you call when she’s close, “my talented girl”

She’s semi conscious of the way she has to tilt her neck upwards to kiss you. Imagining the girls teasing her behind her back. But when you grab the back of her neck to keep her right where you wanted her, all previous embarrassment fades away.

She loves the way you kiss the top of her head when you pull her in for a hug.

She melts at how your jacket swamps her shoulders when you wrap her up after games.

Hell, she’d even admit to how she secretly always wanted to be the little spoon.

There’s an ease to the way she fits into the curve of your embrace. A calm it brings to her that she didn’t realise she was missing out on.

“For the record, you wouldn’t be the only one benefiting from the rewards” you whisper into her mouth.

She pulls back, eyes wide as she looks up at you when you stand to your full height. “You heard that?”

You nod and hum, tucking some of her loose hairs behind her ear. “Your friends are painfully loud,” you laugh.

“I hate them,” she groans.

“No you don’t”. you say, the corners of your lips lifting in amusement. “Besides, you can’t tell me you haven’t at least thought about it”

She smirks, “Maybe a little, now they’ve mentioned it”

At her words you bend down and lift her up by the back of the legs. Her arms coming up to wrap around your neck. Whilst her legs sit on your waist.

“Me too,” you admit, letting the laughter settle into a comfortable silence as you hold her close, the gaggle of friends and fans fading into the background.

[dontopenfairies]

“Hey, come on, let’s go play the arcade games by the bar!” shouts one of our friends.

“Ohh, I wanna go,” my boyfriend says, starting to rise and then looking over at me. I’m still talking to my best friend at our table. “Is it okay if I leave for a second?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, sweetheart,” I say, brushing my hand down his arm as he stands up and follows our friends to the other room. “We’re just going to keep talking over here.”

“Okay! Be right back!”

Around half an hour later, everyone comes trooping back, looking a little dopier and smilier.

“Oof,” I say, involuntarily, as my boyfriend plows into me and wraps his arms around me, sliding into the booth next to where I’m sitting. I can smell sweet, warm alcohol on him.

“Hi,” he says, looking at me with glassy eyes.

“You’re drunk!” I say, pushing him away playfully.

“He had a couple shots,” explains one of our friends. “And he finished Maria’s vodka cherry for her.”

“Ohh,” I say, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. “Is that so? Maybe we should get a ride home soon.”

But someone wants to sing karaoke, and then he wants to show me the pinball machines, and there’s another round of shots…and, finally, the bar is closed and we are outside in the dark parking lot waiting for our Uber.

“I have to go pee,” he says to me quietly.

“Okay,” I say. “Do you want to go find somewhere secluded to go, or…” Just at that moment, the Uber pulls up in front of us.

“That’s okay. I can hold it until we get home.”

“Are you sure? It’s going to be about 10 minutes.”

“Yeah,” he says. “I can hold it.”

He doesn’t complain the whole way home, he just keeps giggling and nestling his face against my neck. We finally get dropped off in front of the house. As he stands up, I hear him wince. “Oh fuck. I forgot I have to pee. Oww…” He hurries up the front walkway to the porch and I follow him.

“Let me get the door,” I say, knowing he’ll just fumble trying to unlock it. I shake my keys out of my purse. He’s twisting the hem of his shirt between his hands and squeezing his thighs together. I unlock the door and pull it open. Inside, I flip on the light and drop my keys in the dish on the table by the door and slip off my shoes, bracing myself with a hand on the wall. “Aren’t you going to go to the bathroom?” I ask, turning to look over my shoulder.

“…Oops.” He’s standing completely still in front of the door, hands clutching his crotch. A big wet patch is forming across his pants.

“Ohh, sweetheart. Come on.” I gently guide his hands away and hold them tight, ignoring that they’re a little damp, as I walk backwards, leading him to the bathroom.

“I’m not finished,” he mumbles as I start to unbutton his fly.

“Oh,” I say, stepping back. “Here, why don’t you just sit down on the toilet…um, are you okay?” He looks very pale.

He suddenly burps loudly and claps a hand to his mouth. “I’m going to throw up,” he says, eyes wide with fear.

“Oh, oh, baby,” I say, quickly lifting the lid and seat of the toilet. “Crouch down. You’re okay.” He chokes and a thin stream of foamy, white vomit slips out of his mouth into the toilet bowl. At the same time, he starts to pee again and I can hear it dripping on the floor. One hand braces him on the rim of the toilet bowl and the other is between his legs. “You had way too much to drink,” I say, wiping his slick hair off his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I know you don’t like it when people throw up.” I can see his stomach heave and he throws up a little more, then sits back on his ankles.

“Are you all done?”

“Yeah,” he says, “that was it.” He wipes his mouth with his sleeve. “Oh, sorry. That’s gross.” He sets his hand down on the floor and looks up at me, so sad and pathetic.

“Okay, stand up, sweetheart,” I say, guiding him to his feet. The pee has soaked long streaks on his pants all the way down to his ankles. I close the toilet lid and flush it, and then I lead him over to the sink and wrap my arms around him from behind so I can wash both of our hands.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“It’s okay, honey,” I say, rubbing soap onto the backs of his hands. “I’m here.”

“I didn’t mean to throw up,” he says.

“I know, baby. Just let me get the pee and throw-up off your hands.” I turn on the tap and rub the soap off under the water, turning his hands over to make sure I’m rinsing everywhere. “Then you can rinse your mouth out and I can take off your pants and get you in PJs. And then we’re going to brush our teeth and go to bed.”

“Okay,” he says, and I let him lean down to get water right out of the tap. He starts to gulp it down.

“Careful,” I say, rubbing his back. “Is that a good idea?”

“Yeah,” he says. “I feel okay.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve again.

“I need to get your face, too,” I say, reaching for a washcloth. I hold onto his cheek and gently rub the wet cloth over his face, first over his eyes and forehead and then his mouth and chin. He keeps his eyes closed. “Does that feel good?”

“Mm,” he murmurs. I undo his fly and gently coax his pants down. He’s about 50% hard under his briefs. “I’m sorry,” he says again, now sounding more ashamed.

“It’s okay,” I say. “It’s really okay, honey.”

“First I wet the bed the other week. And now I peed my p-pants…” Oh no. He’s starting to cry again. “And I threw up…I never throw up from drinking…”

“Oh, sweetheart. Oh, baby.” I wrap my arms around him and he cries into my shoulder. “It’s okay. It happens, honey. It’s okay.” I disentangle myself and squeeze both his hands. “You’re going to stay right here and I’m coming back with PJs for you. And tomorrow morning we’ll take a long, warm shower. You’re okay.”

“Okay,” he says, and I leave him, standing half-naked and looking a little lost.

I come back and set his pajamas on the counter. I help him pull his shirt off over his head and then get another washcloth. “Let’s just wipe you down really quick for now, okay? I can tell you’re tired.” For some reason hearing this makes him tear up again. I peel off his briefs and add them to the pile of dirty, wet clothes under the sink. Then I gently wipe off his penis, his balls, between his thighs, and his butt. His dick is slowly twitching to a full erection.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I d-don’t know why I’m getting hard.”

“I’m touching you,” I say. “It’s going to happen.” I’ll ignore, just for now, the fact that he’s been hard this whole time, ever since he had his accident. I dab him all dry with a clean towel and help him step into new underwear and his pajama pants, and pull his night tshirt over his head. “Do you need to wash your face again?” I ask. He nods and splashes himself with water. I wash my face, too, and then I brush my teeth and his. I don’t want him to gag himself with the toothbrush and while he seems better, he still doesn’t have quite the coordination he does when sober.

“Come on, bedtime,” I say, leading him out of the bathroom. “Let’s climb under the covers.” I crawl in first and open my arms so he can slink in and cuddle up to me.

I hold his warm body in silence until he says, “I don’t know why that turned me on so much.”

“You like being taken care of. It’s okay.” I kiss his head. It’s a little smelly. He definitely needs a thorough shower tomorrow morning.

“It is?” he asks in a small voice.

“Yes, it’s really okay. If you need to throw up again, or if you need help going pee, just wake me up, okay, sweetheart?” He hums. “Can I hear you say okay, baby?”

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll tell you.” Then he gets quiet again. “What happens if I wet the bed again?” he asks.

“Then maybe it’ll be time to think about having you wear pull-ups to bed, or something. Lots of grown-ups have to do it.”

“Mm,” he says in acknowledgment.

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” I say. “It won’t be the end of the world. It just means I get to take care of you extra good.”

“Mmm…” he says. “I like how that sounds.”

And then his breathing turns deep and even, and I know he’s asleep.

[ximiiixx]

seducing your neighbor 101.

in which cove is an open book, and you have always known what he likes. fortunately for you, you're also well aware of what you want.

♡ nsfw, no au, gn + afab or amab reader ♡ sub / service top cove + gentle dom bottom reader ♡ pre-established relationship, oral sex (reader receiving), mostly vanilla save for cove's anklet fixation bleeding into brief foot worship(?)

you are many, many things - but you aren't stupid.

perhaps it was because you saw a bit of yourself in the way your neighbor and closest friend acted around you, but you've known cove has had a crush on you for quite a while. of course, you'd never want to pressure him into anything without a bit of delicacy, and so you resigned to wait for him to tell you instead at the ripe age of 13.

it's been about seven years since then. he still hasn't told you. even after you moved in together, got pets together, started sharing a bed - he has not told you.

and you are many, many things - but you aren't completely patient, either.

as fun as all the sneaky glances and playful banter that this cat-and-mouse game has granted you are, you're not about to pretend that this is all you want. and you've known cove long enough to know when he wants something too - especially when it's something he feels like he can't have.

so thus begins your grand plan to let him know that you're something - someone - that he is very allowed to have.

from leaving your nicest underwear in plainest view in the wash during his laundry days to spending your mornings in practically nothing when you're on breakfast duty, every hint you hurl at him couldn't be more glaringly obvious. you're sure he knows that you're up to something - after all, it's not like he's stupid either although you're working on changing that.

but, stubborn as ever, he still refuses to make a move.

and with how impatient you can be, you're getting sick of playing the long game with him. therefore, you've decided that you won't play at all - you'll just have to set up the stage for him to reap the rewards himself.

so here you find yourself, curled up in your shared bed - he really has gotten better at that - with...

...a vibrator pressed against your clit.

...your fingers wrapped around your cock.

short breaths punch out from your lungs as you shiver, feeling another lightning-bolt shock of pleasure lap against your nerves. shifting your legs to spread open further draws a high whimper out of you as your head turns, face pressed into cove's pillow as you steadily work yourself to climax.

"ohh f- fuck, cove-" you whine, teeth aching to dig into more than just his pillowcase. the little lace number you'd done yourself up in today clings to your sweat-damp skin, and your chest heaves against the thin straps with every curl of pleasure that digs into your core. "c'mon, fuck, fffuck- yyeah, mhm, mhm mhm-"

magma flows through your blood as you arch up and cry out, a rambled covecovecove spilling from parted lips as you cum. you collapse against the sheets, flushed and fucked out, riding out your orgasm in soft squelches of sweat and cum against trembling fingers.

your timing couldn't have been more perfect. footsteps are padding up the stairs, and the door creaks open with a high shriek that easily snaps you out of your reverie.

and there cove holden stands, face cherry-red and grip on the doorknob white-knuckled. you feign a drowsy blink, sitting up and letting the blanket fall from your shoulders.

cove swallows, hard. "uh- hey. so you, you're busy, and- and i walked in at a really bad time, and so i'm just gonna go soyoucanpretendyouneversawm-"

"cove," you interrupt, voice a breathless sigh as you put on your best pleading face. "please."

a crinkle of your brow, a whine in your tone. "fuck me."

an unintelligible sound leaves him, followed by a tiny, "...okay."

there's little that could delight you more than watching his eyes finally, finally pour over your body as if he'd been holding back, drinking in all of you without so much as a detail spared. his steps as he wobbles towards you are unsteady in gait, not so much as a breath leaving him as he reaches out to you.

"did-" he starts, running his tongue over dry lips before he continues. "did you want me to, um-?"

"yes," you groan, partially out of relief that he finally got the hint and partially out of the need to have this man on you. "please, cove. you've- we've been at this long enough. i don't wanna wait anymore."

as you speak, your feet push off the blanket still draped over your legs. under the dim light of your bedroom, the thin band of silver secured around your ankle glints playfully.

and he notices. he doesn't say anything, but you know he saw it because the shudder that convulses through him is a delicious sight. without a word, he pushes the rest of the blanket aside and lifts the back of your calf with one hand, the other keeping him balanced on the bed as he gazes at the anklet with no little amount of pure want.

"can- can i?" he asks, voice suddenly hoarse. you nod, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, but if cove notices then he doesn't mention it as he presses a kiss to the side of your leg, just shy of the jewelry as his lips quiver against your skin.

then his hand finds its way under your foot, pushing your leg back against you just so as he kisses the top of your feet almost reverently. the sight of it sends a shiver through you,

your pussy clenching around nothing as you whine.

your cock throbbing as your fingers curl into the sheets.

watching him at your feet, at your mercy, is almost enough to make you cum on the spot. thankfully, you're able to show a bit of restraint as you remember how to breathe again.

"cove," you murmur, and he blinks up almost lazily at you from where his gaze was once fixed on your jewelry.

"mm?"

"quit making me wait." your voice hardens into something just a little firmer, a slight indicator that you're done playing these games, and you watch him gulp as he nods stiffly.

"okay," he replies, a dry rasp. "can i- um. can i taste you-?"

there we go, your mind practically cries as you nod eagerly, parting your legs in invitation. cove's gaze fixes on your cunt / cock, and you watch as his eyes blow wide. there's the slightest tick in his cheek; his jaw clenching, then unclenching as he draws in an unsteady breath.

"okay," he repeats. "okay."

his head dips low, eyes suddenly fixing on you like a red dot, and his breath ghosts against your inner thighs as he whispers, "are you sure-?"

"cove, for god's sake," you mutter as one hand goes to wind through his hair in a startling show of confidence, "if your mouth isn't on me in the next five seconds, i'm going to fucking ruin you."

cove shivers at that.

"oh- okay, yup, got it, no more talking," he rambles as his hands migrate to lift under your thighs, providing the perfect position for him to eat you out / suck you off. for a moment, he sits there, eyes unmoving from your aching sex, and you begin to wonder if he really isn't going to do anything again after all.

then the flat of his tongue presses against you, dead center, and you choke back a loud moan as your fingers go rigid, fisting into his hair with little of the restraint you used to be so good at.

"ohhhh, fuck- yeah, yeah-" you cry, a guttural sound that leaves him whimpering between your thighs. "more, cove, more, jus' like that-"

cove's tongue wastes no time in diving between your puffy folds, fucking into your soaking cunt with no abandon. loud, unbidden moans vibrate against your clit as his nose presses against it, your juices spilling into his eager mouth without so much as a warning.

cove's mouth, warm and wet and so needy, wraps around the tip of your cock and sinks down onto you, tongue laving over your length as his throat tightens around you. obscene slurping noises fill the somewhat-silence as his nose bumps against your navel.

it takes everything in you not to cum right then and there, one hand tugging at his hair as you grind your sex into his willing mouth. his moans send pulses of need tightening in your stomach, eyes fluttering back as you lose sight of him in favor of the blinding white that bursts in spots behind your eyelids.

"cove, cove, covecovecove-" you sob, fucking into his mouth as your moans break off into high whimpers. "fffffuck, fuck- 'm gonna cum, 'm g'nna- fuck, fuckfuck-"

"mmf- plea'e-" cove mumbles, muffled and hot against your cunt / cock. "cum f'r me, plea- f'ck, please-"

you nod in a frenzy, letting the pleasure consume all your senses as you wail out a loud moan, your orgasm ramming into you like a freight train.

you can't help it - your pussy flutters around his tongue as you squirt down his throat.

your cock slams down his throat without warning as your cum shoots down his mouth.

cove's loud whine is muffled by the press of your sex into his mouth, effectively shutting him up and leaving the room to be filled by your sounds. your hips twitch as you slowly come down from your climax, still canting up into his mouth even as your grip on his hair loosens.

his tongue runs over your cunt / cock as he cleans you up, quiet hums vibrating against you as he slowly pulls back. a hoarse gasp leaves him once he fully tugs himself away from you, brow beading with sweat as he gazes up at you.

"that- was that- did i do...good?" he pants softly, tongue running over his lips. all you can do is nod, feeling the delicious warmth beginning to ebb in favor of reality seeping in.

slowly, you begin to sit up. cove's quick to guide you up, hand splayed against the small of your back as he frets over you. despite the way your heart flutters at the gesture, your mind is focused on something else.

"did you want me to...?" you trail off, eyes glancing down to his pants. cove's face blooms in a pretty flush as he shakes his head.

"i, um- i already..." he mumbles, looking away from your face as the tips of his ears burn. recognition slowly sets in as your eyes widen, and you can't help but laugh as you pull him into you by the shoulders.

"you are so cute," you giggle breathlessly, tucking your face into his shoulder. you feel him relax as his head slumps against you, chest heaving against yours.

"does this, um," he starts, lashes fluttering against your skin as his exhale brushes against the lace on your shoulder. "does this- did this mean anything to...i- i just mean that- did you want to-"

"yes, cove," you murmur, voice buoyed by the sudden warmth that's filled your ribs. "if you'd want to, then i'd like to be more than this. with you."

cove lets out a sound between a sob and a laugh as his arms wrap around you, palms flat against you as he pulls you in close. dampness finds your skin, and you don't have to look at him to know he's crying. your arms wrap around him, cheek pressed against the side of his neck as you beam and murmur to him that you two should probably get cleaned up.

so the saying goes, patience is a virtue; so is ambition.

[the-fiction-witch]

Tennis Match

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut

Smut Seminonconsenual / nudity / forced orgasm/ anal/ object insertion / squirting

I was a little nervous today as Teresa and I want to meet up with Minho and Newt for a game of tennis. Nervous because I wasn't very good at the game Teresa is but I'm awful. And playing against Newt wouldn't be easy, he's good and Teresa knows full well about my crush on him. And lastly, I was nervous because I left my sports bra at home and there was no way I could play tennis with my usual bra the bones would cut me to pieces so as I wondered thought in my little sports kit I was nervous everyone could see my breasts even if they couldn't but it's still a nervous fear I have. Teresa scanned us in the door with her card and we entered into the room used for tennis and changed the sign in the door to fill meaning we wouldn't be distributed by others opening the door to try and use the room.

It was small court with high walls, skylights and of course the net across it. Minho was stood fixing his hair in his blue shorts and best and newt just beside him having a drink in his orange shorts and white shirt.

"Ooohhh hi girls" Minho smiled

"Hi" she smiled widely giving Minho his hug

"Hi" I waved awkwardly

"Hey love. You okay?" Newt asks

"Yeah just worried you guys are about to destroy me"

"Aww don't worry. I'll go easy on you" he winked going to return his bottle to his bag

I sat my bag down on my side and fiddled with my racket

"Boys vs girls?" Minho suggested

"Of course" Teresa said

"I'm good with that" newt nodded

"We betting?" Minho asked

"No it always ruins it, just for fun" newt said

"Okay, girls serve first. You go y/n" Teresa said grabbing the ball and throwing it over to me I tried to catch it but missed bad dropped the ball, and my racket almost tripping over

"Sorry"

"It's fine, come on girls let's play!" Minho laughed

I did… my best.

Which basically means I came in dead last and basically messed up everytime the ball came near me so the boys made easy work of us. After a good few games I sat on the bench feeling sorry for myself as Teresa grabbed her stuff and Minho's arm

"We're off to get a sports drink, you guys wanna come?" She suggested

Which was Teresa's code for her and Minho are going to the sauna to fool around as honestly every time we came to the fitness center they did it and if may actually be where they do more physical exercise.

"We're good. I was thinking we could play a little just me and you?" Newt suggested

"Are you sure?" I asked sheepishly

"Yeah I'm sure I could give you a hand love, I'd you want that is"

"Thank you, I'd love too" I smiled

Minho and Teresa then left and I felt kinda nervous all alone with newt

"So? One on one?"

"Hummm?"

"Shall we play a game? Just the two of us?"

"Ohh yeah course sorry -"

"It's okay, give me a basic serve and we'll go from there" he says giving me the ball and heading to his own size so I did my best and actually did okay he quickly hit it back and I messed up completely and the ball hit my head

"Owww!"

"Ohh bloody hell sorry y/n"

"It's okay"

"You alright?"

"I think so"

"Okay, let's try again I'll serve this time I promise I'll be nice and gentle" he says giving a very tender serve which I could just about manage "there you go, you're doing great. Now we can get a little faster"

"Okay" I nodded nervously and almost immediately I messed up and need up flat on my butt

"Sorry"

"It's no your fault newt. I'm sorry for being such a mess up"

"Hey it's okay you just need a little more practice" he says "here" he says jumping the net and coming over to me "you should stand a little firmer" he says holding my hips moving me a little and immediately I blushed hard "don't get scared of the ball" he says still adjusting my legs, my hips, my shoulders, "hold the racket a little higher you have better control that way" he says moving his hand up from my waist to stroke my arm and move my hand

"Uhh okay" I nodded

"Don't be so tight loosen the grip a little" he says stroking my hands "see isn't that better?" He asked his breath against my ear

"Yeah, thanks newt"

"No trouble. Keep your swing loose but don't go too crazy" he says, guiding me a little "there you go, see that ball should be scared of you" he says "ohhh nooo don't hurt me y/n I'm just a cute little ball. There's no need to be scared of me" he joked making the ball give My cheek a kiss making me giggle "there, I'll serve" he says taking the ball away and pressing a little kiss to my cheek himself which immediately turned me bright red as he went back to his side and immediately I forgot everything he told me! I did my best to carry in with our game and I didn't do too bad "AHH. Okay point to you"

"Really!"

"Yep."

"Yay!" I giggled

"Your doing good, You just have to remember keep your body square" he says coming and fixing my hips again "okay? Square" he says

"Square. Okay" I nodded

"Good girl love" he smiled "and maybe don't run around so much your skirts rising up" he smirked and I almost had a heart attack as his hand moved from my hip to under my skirt and he snapped my panties

"Ohh I'm so sorry" I said quickly fixing my skirt as I blushed

"Was I complaining?" He chuckled "let's make this game a little more interesting."

"Oh?"

"Next to score a point wins"

"Okay?"

"And the looser has to play the next game with their shirt off"

"Ohh! Uhhh I don't know"

"Come in it'll be fun"

"Well… okay" I blushed and we started our next game I did my best to play as well as I could with such intense focus and I got a point "yay!"

"Alright, deals a deal" he sighed pulling his shirt off revealing his thin but tones sweaty body "yes?"

"Uhhhhh nothing!" I blushed

"Come on your serve love"

"Yeah sorry" so I did my best even if he was so much more distracting now and I wasn't doing too has until it all went wrong.

I gave the ball a firm wack and immediately noticed something was wrong as my feet returned to the floor quickly I noticed my panties had snapped and now the tightness of My thighs is all that kept them on my legs

"Yes! I win" he smirked "you okay?"

"Uhhh I can't play anymore"

"What why not? Come on I thought we were having fun?"

"we were I just… I can't play anymore" I said in panick

"What is it?" He asks getting his shirt back in and coming over "did you hurt yourself?"

"Uhhh…"

"Come on sit down" he says ushering me to the bench "is it your ankle? Did you put your weight wrong? Your leg? Did you maybe pull a muscle? Maybe a cramp?" He suggested running his hands up my legs trying to soothe me I didn't know what to say or how to respond or even his to fix this byhe moved my leg a little too much and my broken panties came rumbling down my legs and onto the floor "oh." He says and I turned bright red wanting to bury myself in the pile of mats "I didn't think I snapped them quiet that hard" he chuckled "sorry love"

"It's okay, not time fault"

"It's okay one of those things no need to be embarrassed" he says still gently stroking my legs "that nice?" He asks as he massaged my leg

"It is but there's nothing wrong with my leg newt"

"I know. I just wanted to make you feel a little better" he Cooes giving my legs a sweet massage it was really nice and did make me feel better so I relaxed a little against the bench enjoying how nice it was until I heard his sly chuckle and I looked down at him noticing he knelt on the floor massaging my leg but he was holding my leg up a little higher then he needed and thus peaking under my skirt "ummm hello"

"Newt!" I yelped pushing my skirt down to hide myself

"Sorry, I was curious" he shrugs "come on, just a little peak" he smirked moving his hands up my legs over my knees as he did he pushed my knees apart and moved himself into the space between them before his hands moved up and across my thighs under my skirt until his hands where stroking over where my panties band would have sat stroking his fingers across me without the elastic and fabric in his way "there's no reason we need to stop our game" he whispered

"But my -"

"Yeah? So what? Maybe you can use it as a distraction for me. Come on you've already been playing all this time without a bra like panties makes any difference"

"You -"

"I'm not stupid love. I know how much your tits bounce. I couldn't help getting distracted by these while we plaid." He smirked taking a hand out from under my skirt and slipping up my top to fondle my breast "uhhh fuck- uummm Plus sometimes your cute little nips poke through your shirt"

"Oh my god" I blushed trying to cover… all of me at this point

"Aww I think it's cute come on one more game then maybe we can go to the sauna and take your whole outfit off" he whispered

"I uhhhh I'd rather we just stay here*

"Yeah? Okay. One more game" he says getting up and kissing my nose before he headed to his side for one more game so I got up nervously unsure how I could play like this "how's about a deal"

"What?"

"If you beat me I'll do whatever you want me too" he winked "but if I win you have to do whatever I want you too"

"Okay" I blushed

"Good girl. Your serve" he smirked throwing me the ball so I did my best all while trying to keep concealed but he was doing gae better then me so I decided to roll my skirt up and purposely bounce around often distracting him but even so he was no match for me not when hes really trying and I quickly lost "I win"

"Okay" I sighed

"Come here love" he smirked leaning on the net so I went over "one leg over"

"Uhh okay" I blushed moving one leg over the net he then smirked and pushed my back down so I bent over

"There we go" he smirked "if you move your Hands your in big trouble" he warns so I nodded "net between your tits" he smirked so I did as he asked adjusting so the net sar between my breasts "good girl. Now feet on the floor" he ordered so I did it "good flat on the floor now and keep those legs wide for me love" he smirked so I did as he asked and he moved slightly so I couldn't see him but he clearly could see me "awww yeah hello love" he smirked slapping my ass "now you stay nice and still for me. I'm gonna play a game I've been wanting to play with you for years" he smirked he pulled my cheeks apart spreading my pussy as he did he adjusted the net so the top plastic protective part of the net now sat against my clit and pussy he smirked holding my skirt up so he could see and he grabbed the nets loops a few down and began to lift or as if curling a weight lifting, tugging and rubbing the net leaving It to mercilessly run against my most sensitive places

"Uhhhhh newt!" I whined bright red as I felt my wetness already dripping down my legs but he just kept going without mercy for a moment "uuuuuuuhhh newt please stop I'll-"

"Aww is it really that good?" He smirked and I nodded "perfect. I wanna watch you cum" he smirked speeding up his movements leaving to squeal for mercy from the overwhelming pleasure but he ignored me only ever muttering things clearly enjoying tormenting me he stopped for a moment giving me a second to breathe but he returned to his pace immediately and I felt the base of his racket push it's way inside my pussy making me squeal as he used it to fuck me all while he still moved the net by now I imagined a puddle on the floor as I was utterly soaked desperate to cum "come on love cum for me. I wanna watch you cum before I fuck you myself" he smirked getting more intense with both and I was so so close my screams uncontrollable "how about I do this?" He smirked pulling the racket out of me using the juices I had covered it in as lube as he pushed it inside analy and thrust his fingers in my pussy which was enough for me to cum squirting all over him and the net "awww good girl love" he smirked slapping my ass taking the racket away and helping me to climbing off the net even if my legs were jelly, he grabbed my ass and pulled me into his chest stating at my breasts as my shirt has ridden up too "you look so fucking good" he growled pulling me into an intense kiss "come on. You walk all the way to the sauna without panties baby I'll fuck you raw"

"Okay newt" I giggled fixing my clothes grabbing my stuff making sure to flash him as I bent over

"Go on I'll be following" he smiled slapping my ass 

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All Right Now Part 4

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

I’ve been on cloud 9 since that night, he has been texting and calling me almost every day, calling just to ask if I was feeling okay, what kind of flowers I liked, and how I preferred cats over dogs. For the first time, it feels right, actually true and real. Compared to the last few years and the relationships I’ve been in, this falls at the very top of my list.

Ever since that night at the restaurant I’ve been counting down the days until I get to physically see him again, we both have been so busy with life that I'm only able to see him on Facetime.   

But today is the day of his game against the Jets and I'm so excited to finally see him again, and bring my mom to her first football game. 

My thoughts still swirling, I’m interrupted by a knock on the door, checking the time, I know it’s my mom. I run to the door and open it to see my mom in full Chiefs gear, also wearing a #87 jersey like me. I give her a giant smile before we pull each other into a deep hug. “Ugh, I missed you so much Mommy,” I tell her, getting a little emotional from not seeing her “Oh I missed you too my baby” Our hug lasts a few more seconds before we let each other go. “So, how's Travis?” she asks. Yes, I already told her about him, I can’t not tell her, we’re way too close for me to keep secrets from her.

I try to hide my smile but inevitably it pops out “he’s good, he called me today before heading to the stadium, he’s a little nervous” I tell her, she frowns slightly “Why’s he nervous, he plays absolutely amazing” she tells me “we know that but he’s more nervous about how they'll treat me cause we all know they're gonna be ticked off about me being there and doesn't want it to give me bad press” I tell her slightly frowning.

I look over at her after not hearing her say anything. She is slightly smiling “What are you so smiley about?” I question

“Oh nothing, this is just the first time I’ve ever heard one of your boyfriends actually be concerned for you, your feelings, and your safety.”

 I sigh turning back around and gathering my things to leave “We have not had that talk yet Mom, so please refrain from saying anything about that to him.” “Oh honey if you think that man does not want to be your boyfriend, you are very mistaken, if only you saw how he looks at you,” she tells me grinning.

Looking at her confused, I question “What do you mean how he looks at me?” she belly laughs from the doorway looking at her phone “From when you guys went out to dinner that night, I’m looking at the picture now”. I look at her in a panic and rush to open my phone and find what she is talking about. Opening Instagram I see a post from ENews.

Mouth agape in shock “Oh my god, I can't believe they saw us.” I say out loud. My mom laughs loudly “Honey no offense but you're a famous singer and he’s a famous footballer, of course, they would’ve found out. Look It’ll be okay I promise” I sigh a little in relief from her reassurance.

But I still have to let Travis know, that is what gets my nerves to skyrocket not knowing how he’ll take the information. I shake my hands a bit to shake off some of the nerves hopefully “Ohh man, okay let’s go, we will be even more late if we stay here” I tell her smiling at her assuringly. We both left the apartment.

1 Hour Later in The Chief's Family Suite

We both found our seats and ordered ourselves drinks and some light food. I lean over to my mom “So? How is it so far?” I question smiling at her “Oh honey this is so fun, I wanna do it every weekend” she tells me smiling. 

Before I respond we’re interrupted by someone calling my name I turn around to see Kylie and the two girls. I jump up to go greet them “Hey you guys, I didn’t know you were coming today,” I say while hugging Kylie she hugs me back responding “I know Jason decided last minute to come so his mom didn’t have to drive by herself” I nod smiling before turning my attention to the two girls and bending down to reach them “hey pretty girls” before I can fully greet them they both rush in to hug me “ugh I just love seeing you two” I tell them, letting them both go and standing back upright.

 “Oh you guys, this is my mom Katalina. Mom this is Kylie Travis’s sister-in-law and these two beautiful girls are his nieces” I introduce them. My mom stands to greet them pulling them each into a hug “Oh it is so nice to meet all of you, I heard so much from y/n, do you wanna sit with us over here?” she asks. Kylie smiles before nodding and guiding the girls into the seats between me and her. I look around searching “Where’s Jason?” I ask Ky “Oh he’s grabbing some drinks and snacks with his mom, he should be here soon.” she lets me know “Their mom is here?” I question with a twinge of fear lacing my voice. I can tell she noticed because of the sympathetic look on her face “Don’t worry Trav and Jason have been telling her amazing things about you, I know she’ll love you” she reassures me. I give her a small smile before turning back to my mom waiting for the game to start.  

A few minutes go by before we hear the oh-so-boisterous voice of Jason Kelce. Me and mom turn to face the sound and see Jason with a smaller and shorter woman. We wait for them to greet Kylie and the kids before I stand up to greet Jason “Hey, there my girly!” he says reaching to pull me into a bear hug.

 Laughing I hug him back before letting go and introducing him to Mom, he reaches around and pulls her into a hug before guiding us to meet Donna who he said was his mom's name. “Momma, this is y/n and her mom Katalina” I smile about to reach out and shake her hand before she laughs and pulls me into a motherly hug “Oh it is so nice to meet you sweetheart” After a few seconds she lets go “it’s so nice to meet you too, Travis talks about you all the time” I tell her smiling, she laughs “touche my dear” she smirks at me. I blush before introducing her to my mom. After all of the pleasantries are done we all sit down. My mom was on my right, Donna on my left with Jason and the kids, and Kylie on her left.

The game finally starts and we finally see Travis run out onto the field with the other players. Once the players are settled on the field I see him look over and up straight at me with a soft fond smile on his face, he slightly waves at me before turning back to the game.

I blush and turn to see his action brought attention to me in the suite. I look down to see some of the crowd taking pictures and videos. I catch the eye of one of the fans before smiling, blowing them a kiss, and waving at them.  A few minutes of this go by before everyone goes back to the game with fans occasionally looking back up here at us. In the meantime, me, my mom and Donna are all laughing and making jokes together. (if only I knew what gonna come from that on the internet). 

And as expected I look up from the field to the jumbo, smiling as I see my own face. I give a quick smile and wave before turning around and showing my jersey number with a proud smile on my face. Everyone gives a laugh before I sit back down and the jumbo goes back to the game.

The laughter halts for a moment after seeing Pat throw the ball and Travis jumps to catch it, everyone stands up jumping and cheering as Travis runs to make the touchdown with them winning the game against the Jets. The stadium breaks into hollers and screams, me included. Kylie still standing screaming for Travis reaches over and hugs me before Donna pulls me into a hug. We all hug each other before everyone calms down as Travis does his touchdown dance.

As the excitement dies down, everyone starts to gather their belonging. I’m then approached by one of the workers. “Hello, we were asked to escort you down to Travis and the car is that okay?” he asks me I look over at my mom, and she gives me a smile slightly pushing me towards the doors “go, it’s okay Donna and I are gonna go out to eat and talk some, okay” I smile reaching over to give her a big hug telling her I love her, I do the same to Donna “tell him he played amazing for me and I love him” she tells me I give her quick nod before nodding to the man and rushing over to go see Travis.

After a few minutes of walking, we hit the elevator the man guides me in before pushing the button to go down, a few silent seconds go by before the man slightly turns towards me “I’m sorry if this is unprofessional but Is it okay If I get a picture with you for my daughter? She loves your music” I look at him “Absolutely and believe me you’re not being unprofessional, how about I make a video for her, what’s her name ” he smiles reaching to fish his phone put “Her name is Jessica” I smile as he turns to video and I lean over to say a few words to her before he thanks me to put his phone away. I grab my phone and ask for his information “Is it okay if I get your information, I’d like to send her some stuff if that’s okay” I ask. He looks at me in shock before hurriedly nodding at me “Of course, you just made me the father of the year” he jokes at me, we laugh and talk a few more before the doors open and we’re greeted by Travis leaning against the wall with a few teammates. He gives them quick goodbyes before I walk out.

He makes quick strides toward me lifting me into a deep hug, his face pressed into the side of my hair. “Oh I missed you so much,” he tells me still hugging me. I relish in the feeling of his warmth before responding “I missed you too” he lets me go putting my feet back onto the ground “Oh by the way your mom asked me to tell you that you played amazing and she loves you” he gives a fond smile before it turns quizzical “you and my mom talked?” he questions. I panic a little “I’m sorry I didn’t know she was gonna be the—” he cuts me off with a laugh “Baby, it wasn't a bad thing you talked to my mom I was just surprised I thought she wasn't coming to this game that’s why” I sigh in relief happy he isn't upset “yeah Kylie said Jason decided to come last minute and drove your mom too” I tell him. He nods understanding.

“Anyway, did you wanna go home and watch a movie and chill for the night?” he questions. I nod profusely, excited for a chill night in before a concert the next day. “Yes please” I smile at him he gives me a nod before grabbing my hand and turning me towards the doors using his other hand to brush the back of my head pulling my forehead to kiss it “Oh you’re so adorable,” he tells me before stopping abruptly “what’s wrong?” I question he turns towards me “I was about to walk out this door exposing us to the world before asking you if you’re okay walking in public together yet?” I blush a little before raising my hand to his cheek “I am totally okay with being seen in public with you” I tell him proudly. He blushes turning his head down before nodding and clasping my hand in his leaning down and brushing his lips over mine. “Alright let’s go announce to the world I am the proud boyfriend of the infamous y/n l/n,” he says pulling my arm. “Ho ho hold on there a sec, boyfriend?” I question pulling my arm from his hand to get him to stop walking. He looks at me sideways “Um yeah, In case you didn’t know we’ve been together since I even looked at you that cool with you?” he smirks at me staring intensely. I blush underneath his gaze I ponder for a second “Yeah, yeah it’s cool with me.” I tell him before turning back to the door.

He nods also turning back to the door and we are then blinded by flashing lights as we are engulfed in the sounds of flashing cameras and screaming fans.

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You went out to dinner with Paige and a few friends. Though the waiter couldn't stop flirting with you.

You, Nika, Azzi and Paige all followed the lady to your table, which happened to be at the back of the restaurant. You all sat down and waited for your server to come.

"I'm starving" Nika slurred out, putting her head down onto the table. You shook your head agreeing and groaned "Same, I even have a hunger headache right now. It's small but it's still there" You said.

"I'm not that hungry but I know something I could go for right now"  Paige said with a small smirk, looking over at you. "What?" Nika asked as he picked her head up from the table. Paige replied with a laugh which confused everyone for a second.

Azzi threw the towel the silverware was wrapped in at Paige "I would actually like to keep my appetite for later" she said. Nika let out a fake gag. You looked at them still confused but let out a long OHH.

Until you actually got it and blush covered your face. "OH, oh... Paige stop." You said, punching her in the arm playfully. "Anyways, ignoring you two. Where's our waiter" Nika said.

"Right here" Someone said which caused everyone to look at the front of the table. A guy, looking around 18 with all black and an apron said. "Finally," She mumbled.

"Can-" Nika was about to speak until the waiter cut her off. "I'll start with you, drinks" he said and pointed in your direction. You looked over at Nika before you spoke. "Can I just get a strawberry lemonade?" You said, looking at the menu still. "Yeah, of course you can," He said. Then he took the others drink orders and walked away to get it.

"Am I crazy or did he definitely cut me off?" Nika started and Azzi looked at her and shrugged. "I don't think he did it on purpose. Probably just couldn't hear you" She said. 

"mhmm" Nika said unsatisfied. "If he did, he wouldn't get his tip and that would be stupid" Paige said and looked over at you about to say something but the waiter came back, with the drinks. 

He placed the drinks on the table for everyone to get. "So are you ready to order?" Everyone said yes. He started to take everyone's food order but unlike last time, he waited to take yours last. 

After your order he kept his eyes on you for a few more seconds. Paige looked up at him and made a quick face of disgust “Dude can you go do your job'' She said, making him stop staring and he walked away.

"Why would you say that?" You asked, turning your attention towards Paige. "Because he was like tryna eye fuck you. And he was standing there for way too long, "she said. You sighed before you responded “He was looking at everyone when he took their orders” 

“Not the way he looked at you” Both Azzi and Nika said at the same time, making them look at each other with a smile. “Exactly, thank you!” Paige said, pointing at the two of them. “I swear he was not” You mumbled. 

“But he was” Paige replied, you just shook your head “Okay whatever you say”. Nika sighed dramatically “Damn, someone, who is a waiter and definitely still in high school is gonna steal your girl, what a shame”. You looked at her and rolled your eyes playfully.

Paige sighed dramatically, matching Nika before speaking “And after her attempts to get with y/n but fails guess what, you still won’t be in a relationship” She said. Nika looked at her offended and put a hand around Azzi.

“What do you mean? My girl is right here” She said, and turned her face to Azzi who shook her head. “ Yeah, no ” She said and patted Nika’s hand, softly as an apology. 

Everyone continued talking and playing around with each other as you waited for the food to arrive. Eventually you all started to play crazy eight on imessage games. “How did I lose again!” You said in slight irritation.

“Hey i mean at least you have a losing streak” Paige teased. You looked at her and let out a ha ha as you guys started a new round. “Nah i’m winning this round, for sure” You said. Your girlfriend looked at you and laughed and leaned in for a kiss “No you’re not” She said before your lips connected.

Naturally you kissed her back and this lasted a few seconds before Nika groaned “Can you two stop kissing and play the game”. “And I said I would like to keep my appetite,” Azzi added. You two pulled apart and gave each other a quick peck before going back to the game. 

After about another ten minutes passed the waiter came back with the food. He handed you the plate carefully and said “Be careful it's hot, we wouldn’t want a beautiful girl like you to get burnt” You scrunched your face in disgust.

“Yeah you’re right we wouldn’t want MY girlfriend to get burnt” She said with a straight face, looking at him. He slightly laughed at Paige's comment and walked away, to go to the other tables. “Weirdo” You said and Nika hummed in agreement with her mouth already full of food.

“Yeah now you see, what I'm talking about” Paige said before starting to eat her food. You shrugged your shoulders “I really didn’t see him looking at me like you all said he was. But this time, he was trying to flirt with me” You said. 

-

You all ate your food, making conversation every now and then but mostly remained quiet. “I feel like a whole new person” She groaned in satisfaction as she finished her plate. “My headache is finally gone after hours and hours” You said.

“You two are over-dramatic,” Azzi said. The waiter came back with the checks and placed them all over the table and waited for everyone. “I don’t know why he didn’t ask before he brought out the checks, but I'm taking yours” Paige said to you, as she took your check.

“Thanks” You said and gave her a kiss on the cheek, making her smile. She pulled her card out and opened the check presenter to see how much it was and saw something on your check which made her smile drop.

Xxx-xxx-xxxx hit me up later ;) 

She placed her card on the table and looked up at him “Bro are you serious right now?” She said, making everyone at the table, including the waiter look at her. “Are you slow? Did I not make this clear earlier?”

She turned her head to you and kissed you. Out of shock it took you a little longer to copy her actions but you did. Then she pulled away and looked back at the waiter “This is my girlfriend” She said looking dead at him.

He chuckled nervously “I didn’t know” he said, scratching the back of his neck. When those words came out of his mouth it made Paige even angrier “Yes you did, I said it earlier” She grabbed the checks and her card and gave it to him “Now go do your fucking job and get out of my face”

That was all he needed to walk away and finish the checks so you all could leave. “Woah, I mean I've heard about it but i've never actually seen Paige jealous before” Nika said in shock. “When he comes back, he better not piss me off anymore and he’s not getting a check” Paige mumbled as she put her head on your neck.

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❒ EPISODE SIX : CATCH UP ★

hidden secrets & shared feelings

note :: ' and italics indicate thinking

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"AND THEN HE BROKE UP WITH ME !!" you sobbed, throwing your beer up in the air and downed it in one go. scaramouche was letting you rant and cry your heart out as he was playing some game on his device in the bar. "are you even LISTENING to me??" you skeptically looked at him, "yes, you told me that him and you were together for 5 months, he found out you liked gacha games, and due to the reasonable reputation of people who play gacha games, he broke up with you on valentines day." "yeah.. that's exactly what i said." you stared at him astonished as he paid for more drinks.

he noticed it, but was too nervous to look back, he coughed, 'who would even want to break up with you in the first place? that guys an idiot. you dodged a bullet right there.' he thought. "you think so?" you questioned, 'shit. i said it out loud.' scaramouche covered his mouth and averted his head in embarrassment. "yeah." he mumbled, still flustered, he tried to change the subject, "ahem, anyway, how do you like it in your new job?" he turned back to you, and you swore you could see a light dust of pink on his blush. "it's been great ! atleast, for the first day, i made a friend too !" you beamed, truly excited. "oh? and who's that?" "kamisato ayaka !" you smiled, "what about you? who's that white haired guy?" you asked, "him? he's just a guy i tolerate i guess. his name is kazuha" he responded. "ohh, he looks really pretty if i'm being honest." you stated.

'what? do they like kazuha or something?' he nervously thought. 'why do i even care? they're just a childhood friend anyway.' he added onto his train of thought. clearly in denial. he snapped out of his thoughts by you, "oh hey, it's getting late, i should really get going by now." you spoke, taking out your phone to check the time. "you're drunk as hell though?" said scaramouche, "i'll be fine ! i can do an uber." you pointed at the uber app on your phone, "are you sure? atleast let me take you to the pick up area." he offered, "ah.. it is night time.." you worryingly stated, "sure !" you got up, preparing your things as scaramouche was waiting for you. "alright, let's go !"

as you both were walking to the pick-up area, scaramouche decided to go and be straightforward on his question,

"do you like kazuha?" he nervously asked, looking down on the ground as he walked. you looked at him, confused, and in shock, "what?? why are you asking??" you furrowed your eyebrows at him, "what? you don't wanna answer it? fine i don't care" he shrugged, very transparently caring. "pft—" you tried to stifle your laugh, but you just couldn't bare it anymore and started full-on laughing to the point your stomach hurt. people around were giving weird looks.

you started to calm down, "haha.. you still haven't changed." you smiled at him, as you comically removed a tear of joy out of your eye. scaramouche stood there. stunned. 'hah. they sure didn't change either.' "oh hey ! my uber is here, quick, let's exchange contacts !"

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How they would react to your nipple piercings and how much they like them?

headcanons

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Sorry for the grammatical mistakes english isn't my native language!

pairings... reader x Dazai Osamu; Chuuya Nakahara; Fyodor Dostoyevsky; Nikolai Gogol; Sigma; Tecchou Suehiro; Jouno Saigiku;

contains... slightlysmut!, breastplay, nippleplay, alcohol, mentions of cigarette, dirty talk, nudity, mentions of cocksucking and sex

Dazai 8/10

You are Dazai’s coworker in the Agency. You flirted sometimes, everyone knew you will end up in his bed. One Friday night you two went out to drink and he brought you up to his apartment.

When you entered in the front door, couldn’t get enough from each others mouth. He wanted you so much like you him. Dazai ripped off your clothes, only let your lingerie on. He massaged your boobs across the bra. You let out soft moans as your piercing stimulated your nipples. He lied you onto his bed, kissed you passionately while unclipsed your bra and resolutely grabbed your tits. He felt the metal balls the sides of your nipple and grinned into your mouth.

„Ohh Bella, what is this tiny toy? Is it for me? If you had said it before, I had dragged down your clothes and fucked you on my desk. But now... I wanna taste it, and hope this won’t be my last time”

Chuuya 9/10

Chuuya is one of your best friend, you two usually hang out, never had intimate relationship. You desired him but didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

One summer night you had to go down to the grocery store, wear only a tight and thin white top without bra and shorts. Then from the nowhere a message has arrived from Chuuya. „Please come up to me, there is little problem, hurry!” You ran to his apartment, luckily you two lived close to each other. You had keys to him, entered his home. He stretched out on his couch, before him on the table a half empty wineglass. He stood up as you arrived, and walked toward you, with an empty cigarette packet in his hand. This was the problem... You took out a packet cigarette from your bag and wanted to give him, but he stand before you with widened eyes. He stared your tits, placed his hands to your hips and slowly ran up under your breasts.

„Baby, if you knew how much this view turns me on. And not the alcohol say this. I always fantasied about you, but these suprised me, and made me hard. What if we try to level up our relationship? Please baby, I need you!”

Fyodor 3/10

You work as Fyodor’s assistent. You admire him and slowly you fell in love. He’s a real bastard, Fyodor likes to take advantage of you.

You never knew what’s in his head, there was time when he made you to suck him off. One day he hiked your skirt up and fucked you from behind. He used you to satisfy his needs Never touched you or undressed you naked...until today.

You brought tea to his office, he sat behind his desk and computer. You put down the cup before him and stood back, waited his next order. He sipped his tea, smiled and honeyed commanded you to strip to him. You blushed and swallowed hard before started, to take off your dress. Standing only your lacy lingerie ahead of your boss made you shiver. You slowly unclipsed your bra, let it fall to the ground. Fyodor eyes widened as gazed your bare breasts for the first time and realised your jewel.

„Myshka, I didn’t notice your sinful thingy before. I regret, you messed up your beautiful, silky skin with that metal. Now please show me what kind of voices will come out of your soft lips, if you play with them. Caress yourself and dance to me.”

Nikolai 10/10

You are have empoyed a small aparment while enjoying Sigma’s casino. In the two weeks that you were there, you gambled continuously.

In the first days you felt, someone is staring you while you played the games. You noticed a strange figure in white clothes, in the corner. He didn’t do nothing just smiled at you from afar. You always smiled at him back. Sometimes he bought you cocktails, tried to make contact with you.

When you felt his gaze in your own room as well, your holiday at the Casino took a sinister turn. You showered and washed your hair in your bathroom, when your doorbell rang. You wrapped one smaller towel around your hair, one around your wet body and slipped into your bathrobe. You opened the door and that young handsome white haired clown stood before you. You tried to ask what can you help but he sensually brushed his lips to yours and closed the door behind his back. He ripped off all the fabric from you and roughly grabbed your tits, played with your peaked nipples while his tongue massaged your own.

„Dove, if you knew how long I’ve been wanting to feel these shiny piercings! I’m already hard, want to bite them, then cum on your beautiful rosy tips. My darling, what do you think? Do you want my tongue to be pierced?”

Sigma 6/10

You are with your boyfriend Sigma two weeks ago. He is shy a little, because he never had relationship before and don’t want to rush anything.

You spent the night at him, waited tolerantly when he want to give his virginity to you. Didn’t want to hurry him, but you have a handsome boyfriend and you didn’t do anything besides kissing and cuddling. You couldn’t wait any longer. Sigma went to bath, in the meantime you were able to undress under under the blanket. He walked out from the bathroom, with his hair in a mussed bun and towel around his waist. You sat next to you and caressed your cheek. It’s the perfect time, you playfully pulled him down to the soft bed and lied onto him and gave him a small kiss. Your breasts pressed against his naked chest. He blushed hard, his nipples erected (too) as he felt the cold steels on his warm skin.

„What is this feeling on my chest love? Is it what I think? Are you this bad girl? I’d be lying if I said I don’t like it. Can I play with them right?”

Tecchou 7/10

You dated and Tecchou are dating. He all the times escorted you home, last time he kissed you before said goodbye. This is the third time together, you were in cinema.

You wore a slinky, short black dress without bra under it. Tecchou couldn’t hide his feelings about your look, he stared you more then the movie. After the end, you walked with you home like the previous times. He kissed you passionately, couldn’t control his own hands. Groped your hips and ran below your ass. You quietly moaned into his mouth, then he broke the kiss and apologized, didn’t want to be much. You kissed his cheek and invited him to your home (bedroom). As you locked the door behind you, Tecchou kissed you deeply, then placed small kisses to your cheek and neck while carefully pulled the zipper down on the back of your dress. He slowly pulled down the fabric, kissed your collarbone with his eyes closed but they widened when he felt your piercings on his tongue.

„Honey, are these hurt you? Please tell me they aren’t, want to play with them so much. My little presents.”

Jouno 9/10

You worked as a hunting dog, your boss is Fukuchi like Jouno’s. Your mission was to chase after a corparation, but those bastards found you faster than you them. They rushed into your home with guns, you just managed to protect yourself. Fukuchi commanded to Jouno, take care of you in these days.

You two were in good relationship, maybe you felt a little more about him. He let you to sleep in his bed and he slept on the couch. You had pain in your full body, you were injured as well. Jouno always asked, what can he help, but you always declined, didn’t want to tire him. (but he wanted to do something, couldn’t listen your aching muscles anymore) You went to the bathroom to run hot water into the tub. When it was full, you took off your clothes and sat in. You lied back, let the hot water numbs your aching body parts. An idea came up, shout out to Jouno, asked him to wash your body because you know, he can’t see your naked body and you are injured and he is your nurse. He blushed, wanted to help but not thought about like this. He felt how will this end up. He kneeled down next to the tub, watered his hands and forced out some shower gel to his palm. He carefully massaged your back and shoulder then down to your sides. You whispered to his ears, he have to wash you everywhere and led his hands to your breast. He squeezed them softly, pinched your nipples and gently pulled your piercings a little. He cocky smiled and chuckled.

„What kind of dirty girl you are? You are injured and teasing me like this? If you’ll be better I’ll punish you. But now, I could be gentle, if you are in?”

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More cod incorrect quotes

A/N: There is an obvious pattern cause I used a generator lmao anyway

C/W: uh swearing? i think thats it for once

Ghost: Favourite horror movie?

Soap: It

Price: Saw

Gaz: Annabelle

R/n: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

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Price: You're a loose cannon, Ghost.

Ghost: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Soap: I think you play by your own rules.

Gaz: No way, they think rules were made to be broken.

Price: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Ghost: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. R/n is a loose cannon.

R/n: *smashes a chair*

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Price: Good morning.

Ghost: Good morning.

Soap: Good morning.

Gaz: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

R/n: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

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Price: Where's Ghost, Soap, and Gaz?

R/n: They're playing hide and seek.

Price: Where?

R/n: I don't think you get how this game works.

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Price: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Ghost: Several traffic violations.

Soap: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Gaz: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

R/n: Also, that’s not our car.

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Price: Nothing in life is free.

Ghost: Love is free!

Soap: Adventure is free.

Gaz: Knowledge is free.

R/n: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

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R/n: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Ghost: ... Your what?

R/n: My friends.

Price: Are they saying “friends”?

Gaz: I think they're being sarcastic.

Soap: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, R/n! All of your friends are in this room.

R/n: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

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Price: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Gaz: Rude.

Soap: That’s fair.

Ghost: Not again.

R/n: Are you going to want this back? Or can I keep it?

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R/n: Is having a penis fun?

Ghost: It has its ups and downs.

Soap: Sometimes it’s a little hard.

Gaz: It’s a pain in the ass.

R/n: Oh, Jesus, fuck, guys, come on.

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Gaz: That's it, we're gonna go out and find what we need!

Price: To the city?

Gaz: Yeah, no matter what!

R/n: Well- How exactly do you propose we do that, exactly?

Gaz: I... I don't know!

Ghost: Oh come off it, be serious!

Gaz: I am serious!

Ghost: You're insane!

Soap: Why, if only we were all wiener dogs, our problems would be solved!

Everyone:

Price: What???

Soap: Or maybe it was a basset hound!

R/n: no no maybe Soap is onto something..

Ghost, panicked: YOU'RE ALL INSANE!

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Price: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what R/n will and will not eat.

Ghost: Grass? Yes!

Price: Moss? Yes!!

Ghost: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Price: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Ghost: Worms? Sometimes!

Price: Rocks? Usually not.

Ghost: Twigs? Usually!

Price: Soap's cooking? Inconclusive!

Gaz: How did you… test this?

Price: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it.

Gaz: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Soap: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

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Price: Are we really going to let R/n keep the cat?

Gaz: Hey we kept R/n.

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Price: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Ghost: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Price: Three of us saw it, Ghost. How do you explain that?

Ghost: *points at Soap* Sleep deprivation. *points at Gaz* Paranoia. *points at R/n* Delusional personality disorder.

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Price, trying to convince R/n to join the task force: You know... I thought it'd be good to have someone alongside us who's really... smart!

Gaz: And loud!

Soap: And grumpy!

Ghost: And oblivious to reality

R/n:

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Price: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one!

Gaz: Tubular AF!

Soap: Mood to the max!

Ghost, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it.

R/n, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.

Price: Tf

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Price: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

Ghost: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years

Soap: Oh wow, my innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Gaz: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

R/n: My entire childhood and happiness, is that you?

Price:

Price: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

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Price: What does 'take out' mean?

Soap: Food

Gaz: Dating

Ghost: Murder.

R/n: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A LIL BITCH.

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Price: Anyone d-

Ghost: Depressed?

Gaz: Drained?

Soap: Dumb?

R/n: Done with life?

Price: -done with their work... need to get Laswell to get you all therapy …

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Price: So uhhh... question: my ‘friend’ keeps on going into the pantry and grabbing handfuls of fettuccine... uncooked...

Gaz: I would hope they're not grabbing handfuls of cooked fettuccine!

Soap: In your pantry!

Price: Yeah... and eating them raw, and they keep calling them 'chips'. ... How do I make them stop?

Ghost: Is your friend here?

Price, motioning to R/n: Yeah.

Gaz, to R/n: You're a monster! Words MEAN things! >:(

Soap: Does anybody remember- I haven't been to Olive Garden in many moons- but they DO have a like- fettuccine bottle that you can just- grab em out of and chew-

Soap: HOLD ON. WAS THIS A PRANK YOU GUYS PULLED ON ME WHEN WE WENT TO OLIVE GARDEN AFTER THAT MISSION?!

Soap: NO, STOP. EVERYBODY SHUT UP. DO THEY GIVE YOU RAW FETTUCCINE TO CHEW ON IN THE LOBBY OF THE OLIVE GARDEN

Everyone else: No.

Soap, to Gaz and R/n: YOU FUCKIN BASTARDS

Gaz: YAAAAAAAAY!

R/n: THE PRESTIGE!

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Price: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Gaz: 'Prettiest Smile'

Soap: 'Nicest Personality'

Ghost: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

R/n: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

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Price: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Soap: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies

R/n: Socks are Feetie Heaties

Gaz: Forks are Stabby Grabbies

Soap: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties

R/n: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies

Gaz: Stamps are Lickie Stickies

Ghost, annoyed: You are disappointments

Price to Ghost: You agreed to join the team.

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Soap: I’m an idiot.

Ghost:

Price:

Gaz:

R/n:

Soap:

R/n: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

This stupid long omg, uh anyway I used a incorrect quote generator cause I'm lazy but edited most of them so the make some more sense :>

[eonars]

ive tried like 3 times now so i guess im gonna do this in parts

so last thursday i went out with a man id been talking to off An App since before i went on that work trip, the conversation over text wasnt necessarily flowing ever and there were some long pauses while i was away that had me convinced it was joever but he always popped back up and even asked me how things were going and what i was doing. so we meet up the day after i get back and across 3 different bars and 5 drinks we get on like a house on fire. both like the same music (we were both at the same music festival in early august, talked about that a ton obviously) both play the same games (both main death knight and do very high mythic plus keys in wow) and as we get more comfortable with each other we start holding hands and intertwining legs and stuff while sat down. we make all kinds of plans for future concerts to go to together ranging from aura noir in like 2 weeks to him saying he will let me know if he ends up with a spare ticket to sigur ros in november because if he does he'll definitely take me along. we talk about different horror movies to watch together and he lets me yap on nonstop about fish related stuff, which he's actually super knowledgeable about and tells me i sound so lovely when i talk about it and i explain things so well that anyone could understand them and that it's amazing to listen to. he says he's so proud to know someone so intelligent who might actually do something notable for science and put this country on the map for scientific discoveries. we talk about art and he asks me what my favorites are in the national gallery in town and why and we discuss them. i mention i do art and he asks to see and literally can't contain himself when i show him and says i'm amazingly talented. things are going so well and the conversation about music and games and concerts and art and science has not idled or stopped once that when he's like oh shit i have to run for the train i'm like well instead of running we can continue having drinks here and then wait for the trains to start again at mine? and he's super down so we head back to mine and crowd together on my tiny twin bed in my tiny bedroom sized flat and he lets me put on jewels of the rift, the crunchy jpg quality reuploaded ancient natgeo documentary about cichlids i watch on youtube every time im feeling down. i tell him wow i've never been able to convince anyone to watch jewels of the rift with me before and he's like ohh don't worry i'm here now and about 40 minutes into jewels of the rift things get a bit 😏 but i stop things from going tooooo too far and we both have the worst nights sleep ever on a 90cm wide bed as two 6ft+ people who have been drinking heavily. he leaves at 7:30am and hugs me and quietly says it was really nice to meet me and i tell him to text me when he gets in which he doesn't so i text a little bit later asking if he got in ok. he says he only just woke up then and because i know he has work that night i ask how it's going and he just says it's going ok. i reply with a half joking type thing about how i hopefully didn't give him the german engineering university plague and get left on read so on sunday i text asking if he'd be interested in hanging out again sometime and then put my notifications off and go into the woods. i don't realize he replies 5 min later with "I'm a bit busy these coming weeks. But we can probably go to a concert or something sometime if you want :)" which feels really. not good to read. and so i reply back saying i'm definitely going to the aura noir show we talked about in like 10 days so just let me know and get left on read. it's now thursday and i still haven't heard anything and like.

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POOL HALL

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Word count: 2,600

Pairing: Changbin x fem reader

Note: I started writing this when the Racha Log came out because holy moly Changbin 🫠 I just recently started working on it again and was finally able to finish it! This one has a spicyyy makeout sesh so enjoy!

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You sat in the billiard room watching Changbin play pool with Minho and Felix. He was looking exceptionally handsome that day, sporting his natural curls, a pair of black glasses, a black t-shirt, and sweats. It was such a simple look yet it was driving you crazy.

The three were doing a practice round of pool and you couldn't take your eyes off Changbin.

He leaned over the table and prepared for his turn, rearing his arm back, his bicep flexing as he did so, the sight almost making your mouth water. The way that black t-shirt hugged his chest and arms was divine.

How did you get so lucky to be with someone as beautiful as him?

"Y/n?" Felix's voice pulled you from your daze.

"Yes?"

"Are you sure you don't want to play?"

"Maybe next round. I'm just observing right now."

"Alright."

It's true, you were observing. You had never really learned to play pool, so you were going to watch the three play a round and then maybe you'd join in. Though, you haven't learned much so far since all you've done is stare at Changbin—and how could you not?

"Ohh Lino come on!" Your boyfriend cheered after Minho had successfully landed one of the spheres into one of six netted pockets on the pool table.

Felix stepped up and took his turn, almost knocking one of the balls into a corner hole, but missing it by a few inches.

Changbin prepared for his turn, positioning the cue stick behind his back in an attempt to be cool and impress you, hitting the white ball along the edge of the table, barely bumping one of the solid-colored balls. His failure made both Minho and Felix chuckle. Changbin's ears were tinted pink as he suppressed a sheepish smile and allowed Felix to take his turn.

In the end, Changbin and Minho pulled out a win despite Felix being the one with the most knowledge on the game of pool. The two were giggling like crazy, dancing around the table to briefly celebrate their victory.

"I want someone on my team this time." Felix stated.

"I'll be on a team with you." Minho volunteered.

"Are you going to join us this round, Y/n?" Changbin asked you, lightly hitting the handle of his cue stick against the carpet as he spoke.

"Sure." You stood up and grabbed a billiard cue of your own.

"You can be on my team." Your boyfriend flashed you the cutest grin before handing you the small cube of blue chalk to put on the end of your cue.

"Oh, this'll be fun." Minho giggled.

"Should we get some drinks before we start the next round?" Felix suggested. "I'm a little thirsty."

"That's a good idea. What does everyone want?" Minho asked.

"Just water." Felix responded.

"Iced tea for me." Changbin piped up.

"Me too." You added.

"Alright. Felix will you come with me?"

"Sure." The blonde laid down his cue and left the room with Minho to get refreshments for everyone.

"I hope I don't make us lose." You voiced with a light chuckle.

"You won't. If I can get the hang of pool by playing one round, you can too." He encouraged. "Here. Let me show you the basics while they're getting drinks."

Changbin moved to stand behind you, taking hold of your billiard cue while guiding you to stand against the pool table.

His body leaned over yours, his muscular arms stretched along your own to help you hold the cue stick, firm chest pressing against your back the entire time. Your eyelids fluttered at the feeling, trying your best to pull your focus back to where it needed to be.

Changbin's hands rested on top of yours, guiding you on how to hold the cue when it was your turn.

"Make sure you aim. You can even move the cue back and forth to gain a little momentum before you actually hit the ball. Do you see what I mean?" His voice sounded deeper than usual and the way his breath fanned against the shell of your ear made you suppress a shiver.

"Mhm." You hummed, afraid to speak as you might not have been able to form a coherent sentence.

"Now, you don't want to sink the 8 ball until the end. You lose if you accidentally knock it into a hole before the end of the game."

You nodded.

"Why don't you practice aiming the cue?"

Changbin's hands moved away from yours only to relocate to your waist, his thumb rubbing gentle circles along your hip. A quiet sigh unintentionally left your lips and you hoped he didn't hear it as you mimicked the action of hitting a ball across the pool table, trying to get a feel for the movement.

"Good job."

About that time, Felix and Minho returned to the room with drinks in hand. Changbin was quick to stand up, his hands dropping from your waist.

"We weren't interrupting anything, were we?" The ever observant Minho questioned with a teasing smirk.

"No." You denied with warm cheeks as you stood upright. "He was just teaching me the basics."

Felix stifled a laugh and handed you and your red-eared boyfriend your iced teas. You took a sip of the refreshing beverage and set it aside on a small table, preparing for the round to begin.

Minho went first, breaking the cluster of spheres that were previously formed in a neat triangle, sending them flying to different areas of the pool table, kicking off the round and simultaneously deciding which patterns were assigned to each team. You and Changbin were solids, Minho and Felix were stripes.

"Y/n, you wanna go next?" Changbin asked.

"Sure."

You decided which approach you would take and made your way over to the opposite side of the table, leaning across it to aim the cue that was held securely in your hands. The end was pointed directly at the center of the white ball and from where you were positioned, if you hit it just right, you could launch three balls across the table, giving you a higher chance of landing one of the solid ones in a hole.

Letting out a breath, you hit the cue ball causing it to knock against some others and send them rolling across the tabletop. All three men in the room were oohing over the power behind your shot. Luck was on your side as one of the solid-colored pool balls dropped into one of the nets at the corner of the table.

Changbin's excited giggles filled the room as he applauded you.

"That's my girl!"

His words made your heart flutter and fueled your confidence. A proud and perhaps slightly haughty smirk painted your features.

"Don't get cocky now, Y/n. The game just started." Felix reminded you with a grin.

"You get to go again since you sank a ball." Changbin informed you.

"Ah. Alright." You made your way around to where the white cue ball had stopped and took a moment to aim before hitting it.

Unfortunately, you didn't sink any of the spheres and your turn came to an end. Felix then approached the table, his watchful gaze scanning the balls scattered about the woolen tabletop. The Aussie seemed to have made up his mind on which ball would be his target and leaned forward to make his move.

One thing you were quick to learn was that Felix was the best at playing pool out of your small group of four. He had more knowledge and experience with the game, so he and Minho were at an advantage.

Felix hit the cue ball towards one of the striped ones and it went rolling to the nearest edge of the table, bouncing off the raised border and knocking one striped ball into a hole. He almost sunk two, but the second sphere was just a few centimeters shy from its intended destination.

The game went on for the next few minutes with no hiccups, except Minho accidentally knocking the cue ball into a hole, which you learned was a "free ball" and that meant you could place it wherever you wanted on the table since you were the player next in line for your turn.

Presently, there were four balls that remained on the table: the white cue ball, the 8 ball, one solid, and one stripe.

"I think we're gonna lose." You muttered to Changbin while taking a moment to have a sip of your tea, winded from rounding the table so many times when it was your turn to play.

"I wouldn't be thinking that way just yet. I know it looks bad, but if we could sink our last solid, the odds could be in our favor."

"We could try to sink the 8 ball after that." You summed up.

Changbin nodded.

"Alright, you two. Enough scheming." Minho ordered. "It's your turn, Bin."

Changbin let out a sigh and shook his shoulders to loosen his muscles before stepping up to take his turn. Your eyes were glued to his massive biceps as he reared back the pool cue stick, knocking the white ball towards the final solid-colored ball on the table. With bated breath, you watched the sphere roll across the table and hit the remaining ball, time seemed to go in slow motion as Changbin successfully sank it.

"Yes!" You cheered.

Felix and Minho audibly sighed, knowing that meant he could attempt to sink the 8 ball and end the game, thus resulting in them losing.

"You got this, Bin." You encouraged as he eyed the black sphere sitting idly on the surface.

He leveled himself with the pool table, positioning his cue stick with the utmost care.

"I'm going to try and sink it in the corner." He declared before taking his shot.

You watched as the 8 ball rolled across the table towards the corner. At first, you thought he would make it but as the ball approached it's intended pocket, you could see it was slightly off. It hit the edge of the table and bounced away, missing its hole. Changbin groaned and stood up, letting Minho step up to take his turn. He sank his final striped ball with ease, your heart dropping with the sphere. Like Changbin, he also came close to getting the 8 ball into the pocket, missing it by just a couple inches. This went back and forth for the next few minutes, each one of you failing to sink the 8 ball. You thought the game would never end until Felix took the shot and made it, successfully ending the game and scoring a victory for Minho and himself.

"Man." You sighed out in defeat.

"We almost had it, baby." Changbin gave you a supportive pat on the back.

"Good game." You commended the two.

"You weren't bad yourself. I was impressed, especially since this was your first time playing pool." Felix said to you.

"You guys up for food?" Minho glanced around the group as he waited for an answer.

"Me and Y/n are gonna stay a little longer." Changbin spoke up.

"Alright. You want us to wait on you? We can go to the arcade room downstairs and kill some time."

"Sure. We won't be long." Changbin assured them with a single nod. "We're just gonna practice a little."

"Cool. We'll be in the game room when you're ready." Minho said, turning to leave.

As soon as the door closed behind the two Changbin's arm hooked around your waist and pulled you to him, that signature smirk of his plastered on his plush and pouty lips. Your heart leapt with excitement at his action, warmth blossoming across your cheeks and in the pit of your stomach.

"I thought we were practicing." You said, placing your cue stick on the pool table.

"I just said that to buy us some time."

"Well, now that they're gone I can finally tell you how sexy you look today." You confessed.

"I though I saw you ogling at me." He grinned haughtily. "Couldn't keep your eyes off me, could you?"

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and shook your head coyly, a rush of heat touching your cheeks.

"I couldn't keep my eyes off you either." He spoke in a breathy voice that had your legs feeling like jelly, his hands creeping lower towards your lower backside. "Every time you leaned over I couldn't help but stare."

The heat in your cheeks now felt like a burning blaze, his brazen comment setting your entire face ablaze.

Changbin brought one of his hands up to rest under your chin, gently guiding you to his lips in a much anticipated kiss. Your eyelids slid closed upon contact and you began to reciprocate his actions, letting out an involuntary sigh of bliss. His plush lips dragged against yours in a desperate manner letting you know he had been holding back.

Your thoughts were confirmed not a moment later as Changbin voiced his feelings.

"Couldn't wait to get you alone." He all but sighed into your mouth. "Just needed to hold you and kiss you like this."

A sigh of his name slipped out of your slightly parted lips.

He backed you up against the pool table, the feeling of the hard sides hitting your lower back not fully registering in your mind, as you were far too engrossed in the moment with Changbin to notice much of anything. Your fingers tangled in his fluffy locks, carding your digits through it while grabbing handfuls every so often, eliciting low groans from Changbin that vibrated against your lips and made butterflies erupt in your stomach. His hands, which had been caressing your sides were now roaming everywhere, cupping the nape of your neck to pull you closer, squeezing your hips, and now they were resting on your back while his strong arms had you locked against him in a firm embrace. He was holding you so tightly that you could feel his chest pressing up against you.

His hands hooked under your legs, lifting you up onto the pool table with ease. Your thighs locked around his waist right away, keeping him as close as possible, your fingers curling around the black fabric of his shirt.

Changbin tilted his head to the side to further slot your mouths together, the feeling making your eyelids flutter. You brought both of your hands to cradle his soft cheeks and encased his full bottom lip between your own a few times, drawing out sighs from him that had a rush of butterflies erupting in your stomach.

As much as you didn't want the moment to end, you had people waiting on you and you most certainly didn't want them to walk in on the both of you.

Changbin frowned when you parted ways.

"We'd better get going before Felix and Minho get suspicious." You murmured dazedly, your mind still clouded from the kiss.

"They know what we're up to, I'm sure."

"Still. We should go." You told him, your thumb gently dragging along his swollen lips that appeared even puffier (and more tempting) due to the heated make out session.

You had to fight off the urge to lean in and kiss him again.

"Fine." He relented with a pout. "We can pick up where we left off once we're back home, right?" There was an eager and hopeful gleam in his eye as he asked.

"Absolutely."

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