#(if u are new here i like... bass... but i have not played in a looooong time) (so rhythm is like. my whole thing)

[idolsummons]

good news my sense of rhythm is still super heckin awesome

[moonstruckme]

hello! im not sure if you've done this before and if you have, i hope its ok to ask for more hehe but can i request rockstar poly marauders w a shy!reader and gets easily flustered when they show affection? thank u sm i really love all your poly marauders drabbles!!

Thank you for requesting angel <33

rockstar!marauders x shy!reader ♡ 1k words

The sound tech at this venue is nice. You liked her first for her pink hair and then for the easy way she motioned you over to help do the boys’ sound checks. You don’t think she needed the help; she only saw you standing off by herself and did a kind thing to make you feel less awkward. 

Now the boys are off in their dressing room, and you’re trailing contentedly behind her while she shows you how she sets up for shows. 

The bustle and ruckus of crews setting up before shows isn’t new to you. You’ve been with the boys since the beginning of their tour, but usually you stay out of the way, blending into walls or taking refuge in your boyfriends’ dressing room while they’re busy. You’ve never really gotten to know the actions the bustle and ruckus constitute. 

“Usually I help with lighting once I’m done with my own stuff,” the sound tech tells you. “It’s all programmed ahead of time, so really I’m just on standby in case something happens. Do the boys have a favorite color if I have to pick something?” 

You gnaw your lip, contemplative. “Sirius would probably like yellow, if you get the chance.” 

Her eyebrows shoot up. You know it’s not in the usual color palette of the boys’ shows. “Really?” 

“No.” You suck in a breath as a pair of arms wraps around your middle, releasing it when you realize it’s Sirius. “Not really. Minx, you know I hate yellow.” He smushes his face into your cheek. “Joke’s on you though, I look good in every color.” 

“Yellow certainly least,” James teases. He steps into your field of vision wearing his concert outfit. Jeans and a tight t-shirt just short enough to tease a sliver of abdomen. Of all the fans who will get to see him looking so handsome tonight, you’re glad you’re one of them. 

“Anyway,” he says, grinning, “we have a very important question for you both. No pressure.” 

“Well, some pressure,” Sirius says. 

You look at your sound tech friend. Like most crew, she’s largely unaffected by the rockstars currently sharing in casual repartee in front of her. Her eyes don’t appear to dip to James’ stomach or trace the myriad of tattoos you know are showing through Sirius’ sheer top. If anything, she looks only faintly amused by the way the band’s lead singer is mushing tiny, soft kisses into the skin by your ear. Your cheeks warm. 

“What’s the question?” you ask, dreading the reply. 

Sirius turns you in his arms, taking you by the shoulders and levelling you with a very serious look. “What is the hottest instrument for someone to play?” 

Your sound tech friend barks a laugh. “Bass,” she says. “No question.” 

James’ eyebrows fly up, his expression one of utter disbelief, but Sirius only says swiftly, “Wrong. You know what it is, don’t you, gorgeous?” 

Your shoulders gravitate upwards at the moniker. “You can’t ask me to pick between you.” 

“Don’t think of it as picking between us,” he says. “Just, which is the hottest? Objectively.” 

“I can’t be objective,” you plead. 

“Does anyone know what time it is? I can’t seem to find a clock in this whole place.” You turn your head as Remus emerges from their dressing room, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth. “Oh.” He blinks when he sees you, waving to dispel the smog. “Sorry, dovey. Where’ve you been?” 

“I’ve been here,” you say, voice softening. Sirius makes a quiet sound and hugs you again. 

“You’re cute,” he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear. Your face flames. 

“It’s quarter ‘til,” the sound tech offers helpfully. 

Remus turns to her with a smile he’ll never understand the power of. “Thank you.” 

“We’re conducting a poll on which instrument is the hottest,” James informs him. He jerks his thumb toward the sound tech. “She says bass.” 

Remus’ grin turns smug. “Quite right. What’s your pick, dove?” 

You’re mute and melting, hot enough by now that you wish you could evaporate into steam and float away through the vents. 

“She won’t say,” Sirius sighs dramatically, breath warm against your cheek. 

“Oh.” Remus seems to wisen to your plight. “It’s not really playing fair, is it? She can hardly be objective.” 

“Right,” you agree quickly. 

“But angel,” says James, bewildered, “guitar is classic.” 

“I’ll tell you what’s not fair,” Sirius argues. “For anyone to say anything other than the front man! We’re chosen for our hotness!” 

“Well, that’s not strictly true, is it?” 

“Yeah?” Sirius has that shit-eating grin, like he’s winding James up in anticipation of hauling him into a broom closet. You’re only glad it’s not directed at you. “You got something to say, Potter?”

“Sorry,” Remus apologizes to your sound tech friend on their behalf, touching a hand to Sirius’ back to guide you both towards the dressing room. James follows. 

“You’re good,” she laughs. “Nice to meet you, y/n.” 

“You too,” you say, cringing at the unintentional softness of your own voice. 

“Who was that?” Sirius asks as James closes the door to their dressing room behind you. “Have you made a new friend?” 

You groan, flopping down onto the posh-looking, uncomfortable couch and covering your face with your hands. “I was trying to.” 

“It looked like it was going well,” James says. “Maybe you can hang out with her again while we’re onstage.” 

“I can’t now,” you mumble between your palms. 

“Why not?” 

“Because,” says Remus, as he sits beside your head and begins smoothing your baby hairs with his fingers, “we’ve embarrassed her.” You let your hands slip down enough to see him, and he smiles at you. “I don’t think she’ll hold it against you, dovey. She seemed nice.” 

“You would think so.” Sirius plucks the cigarette from between Remus’ fingers, taking a drag before it can burn out. “She picked your instrument.” 

Remus shrugs, smug again. “That helps.” 

Sirius squints at him spitefully. He sits next to your knees where they’re flung over the arm of the couch. “Don’t let us spoil your new friend for you,” he says, sincerely. “She loves you already, I can tell. You’re perfect.” 

“You’re biased,” you counter, face heating again. 

Sirius grins like he can tell and reaches down to tug you upwards. He grasps you with a roughness for which he has no follow through, kissing you sweetly with his fingers bunched in your jacket.

“Wrong,” he says, lips moving against yours. “I know how to be objective.”

[prettymfwrites]

paige x reader where in they pretend to be together because reader’s ex was in the bar with a new girl so r decides to just randomly kiss p? if you know that one scene from nick & norah’s infinite playlist it’s something like that 💕 i hope u give this one a try!

Not Pretending

Paige bueckers x female reader

Hope this doesn't disappoint! 🙏🏾

Sorry for any mistakes🙃

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The dim glow of the bar’s neon lights painted the room in shades of amber and red, the bass of the music reverberating through the floor as people crowded around tables and leaned against the bar. You were nursing your drink, trying to ignore the knot tightening in your stomach. Across the room, there they were: your ex, laughing and leaning into someone new, their hand brushing against hers in a way that felt far too familiar.

"Of all the places..." you muttered to yourself, tilting your glass back and downing what was left of your drink.

“Did you say something?” Paige asked from beside you, leaning her elbows casually on the counter. She was dressed in her usual relaxed streetwear, her blonde hair tucked into a braided pony. You had met her a few times before through mutual friends, and she’d somehow ended up as your companion for the evening after everyone else had bailed.

“Nothing. Just talking to my drink,” you replied with a forced laugh, setting your glass down.

Paige raised a brow, following your line of sight. “Oh, yikes. Is that your ex?”

“Unfortunately,” you said, trying to act unaffected. “And look who’s already moved on. A whole two months, and they’re out here playing house with someone new.”

Paige grimaced. “That’s rough.”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered.

You tried to focus on anything else, but every laugh and touch between your ex and their date felt like salt in an open wound. You shifted in your seat, your jaw clenching as you turned away.

“You okay?” Paige asked, her tone softening.

“Yeah, totally fine. Just love seeing my replacement in 4K,” you said sarcastically, reaching for your empty glass before realizing it was, well, empty.

Paige chuckled. “You’re taking this like a champ, though. No tears or dramatic storming out.”

“Oh, I’m dramatic,” you shot back. “Just trying to figure out my next move.”

Paige tilted her head, her curious eyes narrowing. “What kind of move are we talking about here?”

You opened your mouth to answer but froze. An idea—a completely ridiculous, impulsive, and chaotic idea—popped into your head.

“Okay, don’t laugh,” you started, leaning closer to her.

“That’s a great way to make me want to laugh,” Paige teased, but she gestured for you to continue.

“What if...” you began, voice dropping, “you and I pretended to be together? Just for tonight. Nothing serious, just... to make them squirm a little.”

Paige blinked at you, then tilted her head back with a laugh. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” you said, your eyes locked on hers. “Look, you don’t have to do anything crazy. Just... maybe hang out with me for a bit, be my fake girlfriend, and if they look over, we sell it.”

Paige smirked, clearly amused by your sudden proposal. “Okay, two things. One, you’re bold as hell for asking me this. And two... what’s in it for me?”

“I’ll owe you one,” you said quickly. “Big time. Like, I’ll buy you smoothies for a week or whatever you want. Just—please?”

Paige sighed dramatically, but there was a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. “Alright, fine. Let’s do it. But you better make this worth my while.”

“Deal,” you said, standing up and holding out your hand. Paige took it, her grip firm as she followed you away from the bar.

You made sure to walk past your ex’s table, your hand still in Paige’s. As you approached, your ex glanced up, their expression shifting from surprise to something you couldn’t quite place.

“Oh, hey,” you said casually, as if you hadn’t noticed them until just now. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Uh, yeah,” your ex stammered, their eyes darting between you and Paige.

“And who’s this?” Paige asked smoothly, slipping her arm around your waist and smiling at your ex.

“This is...” You trailed off, waiting for your ex to fill in the blanks.

“Emily,” they said, gesturing to their date.

“Nice to meet you, Emily,” Paige said, her tone friendly but laced with just enough confidence to make it clear she wasn’t just a random friend. “I’m Paige.”

Your ex opened their mouth to respond, but before they could, you turned to Paige with a grin. “Baby, want to grab a booth? I’m kind of over standing around.”

“Anything for you,” Paige replied, her voice light but convincing as she pressed a quick kiss to your temple.

You swore you heard your ex choke on their drink as Paige led you away, her hand still firmly around your waist.

Once you were seated, you couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re a natural.”

Paige shrugged, her smile smug. “What can I say? I commit to the bit.”

“Well, thanks for committing. I owe you one,” you said, leaning back in the booth.

She smiled, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. “Good. Because I’m holding you to it.”

“No worries,” Paige said, taking a sip of her drink. “Honestly, that was kind of fun. Your ex looked like they were about to combust.”

“Good. They deserve it,” you said, smirking

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The night wore on with the two of you sitting close in the booth, trading stories and jokes, the comfortable banter punctuated by occasional glances from your ex across the room. At first, you thought you were imagining it, but each time you looked, there they were—staring, their expression unreadable.

“Yup, they’re watching again,” Paige murmured, sipping her drink.

You leaned in slightly, lowering your voice. “Think they’re jealous yet?”

Paige smirked, her blue eyes sparkling. “If they’re not, they’re in denial. You’re killing it tonight, by the way.”

You laughed softly. “I think you’re the one doing the heavy lifting here. Thanks for being so... convincing.”

“Convincing?” Paige tilted her head, her lips curling into a playful grin. “Come on, I’m practically Oscar-worthy.”

“Okay, fine. You’re a natural,” you said, rolling your eyes but smiling despite yourself.

Her gaze lingered on you a second longer than necessary, and you felt your stomach do an unexpected flip. You brushed it off, chalking it up to the adrenaline of the situation.

As the night wound down, the two of you finally decided to leave. Paige stood first, offering you her hand with an exaggerated flourish. “M’lady.”

You laughed but took her hand anyway, letting her pull you to your feet. The warmth of her touch lingered longer than it should have, and as you made your way toward the exit, you couldn’t help but feel hyper-aware of how close she was to you.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed your ex again. They weren’t just glancing this time—they were outright staring, their jaw tight, their date clearly trying to get their attention.

Without thinking, you stopped in your tracks, your heart racing.

“What?” Paige asked, turning to you, her brow furrowed.

“They’re still looking,” you whispered, your voice laced with irritation.

Paige raised a brow. “So? Let them look. You’ve already won.”

But you weren’t satisfied. Something about their gaze, their audacity to act so unbothered when you knew they were bothered, made you want to take things one step further.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you turned to Paige and grabbed her by the front of her jacket, pulling her down toward you.

“What are you—” Paige started, but her words were cut off as your lips pressed against hers.

For a second, it was just you making a point—a kiss meant to sell the charade, to make your ex regret every decision they’d ever made. But then Paige kissed you back.

Her hands found your waist, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss, and suddenly, it wasn’t about your ex anymore. It was about the way her lips felt against yours, soft and sure, like she’d been waiting for this moment as much as you had. The world around you faded, the noise of the bar and the weight of the past dissolving into nothing.

When you finally broke apart, your breath came in short bursts, and Paige’s eyes were searching yours, her cheeks flushed.

“Are we even pretending anymore?” she asked, her voice low, almost a whisper.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Not at all.”

Paige chuckled softly, her forehead resting against yours. “Good. Because I’m definitely not faking that.”

You laughed, your hand still clutching her jacket as you glanced toward the bar. Your ex was no longer looking—probably too stunned to process what they’d just seen.

“Guess we really sold it, huh?” you teased.

“Yeah, but I think I want a few more practice runs,” Paige said with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was hammering in your chest. “Smooth.”

Paige grinned, stepping back but keeping her hand in yours as you walked out of the bar together. The cool night air hit your face, but it didn’t matter. You were too busy stealing glances at the girl beside you, wondering how a fake relationship had turned into something that felt a little too real—and hoping she felt the same.

As if reading your mind, Paige squeezed your hand. “So... about those smoothies you owe me.”

You laughed, the tension between you easing into something warm and comfortable. “I’ll buy you as many as you want. Just... maybe come with me again next time. You know, in case my ex decides to show up somewhere else.”

Paige smirked, leaning closer. “Deal. But next time, we’re not pretending.”

“Not even a little bit.”

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[gunilslaugh]

i was watching xdiz with jaejoong and I NEED a fic with Jooyeon teaching reader how to play the bass and i know u can turn this idea into an amazing fic 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Here you go! This turned out longer than expected but I had so much fun writing it!!

Lee Jooyeon Summary: Jooyeon teaches you to play the bass and both of you too can feel the tension. (idol/non-idol au) WC:~1.3k Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

“You make playing the bass look so cool,” you say. Jooyeon and you are both sitting on the floor of his bedroom. He’s strumming away on his bass, showing you a new song. His long hair flows in his face. His pick strumming against the strings, sitting between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Because I am cool,” he remarked. You let out a light scoff, shaking your head. ��What? You don’t think I’m cool?” he challenged. 

“Mmm I think…you’re Jooyeon,” you respond. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, setting his bass aside. 

“You’re cool when you’re playing the bass, but once you set it down, you’re kinda a dork,” you said. 

“Aye, at least I know how to play the bass. That makes me cooler than you at least,” he argued. 

“Teach me to play the bass then,” you told him. 

“Do you really want to learn or you’re just trying to be cooler than me?” He gave you a skeptical look that evokes a laugh out of you. 

“I do actually want to learn. I’ve kinda thought about it for a while. I just don’t think that I’d be that good at it,” you truthfully reply. 

“Don’t doubt yourself before you’ve even tried. Come on.” He picked up his bass, motioning for you to come over. You slide over next to him and he places his bass in your arms. Looping the strap over your head and helping you hold it properly. 

“Place your fingers here.” He comes around behind you, using his hand to guide yours to the strings. “Press down,” he tells you. However you’re having trouble focusing on his words due to how close he is. When you brought up him teaching you, you didn’t take into account that he would be so close. 

“And now use this hand to strum.” His other arm cases around you. Sending a shiver down your spine. He’s essentially back hugging you now. One hand holding yours at the neck of the bass, showing you how to press the strings and the other guiding your hand on how to strum. You can smell his cologne. You recognize it as the one you got him for his birthday last year.

“Are you listening?” His voice rang through your ears, gaining your attention back. 

“I-” You turn your head to the side. He was so close, too close. Your noses only millimeters apart. “I-I mean what chord did you say this was?” You turn your head back to look at the bass again. Your pounding heart wanted you to run away, but you had nowhere to go. Trap between his bass and his body. 

Jooyeon smiles seeing you flustered. Though he’s not really doing any better. The feeling of your body so close to his. The tingles he feels rushing through his fingers with every touch and brush of them against yours. How if he pressed his chest against your back you would probably be able to feel his heart beat. Not to mention that mere seconds ago if he just leaned in a tiny bit more his lips could have been on yours. It all had his head spinning. It was hard enough for him to remember how to play the bass right now. 

“E, this is an E chord.” He pressed his fingers against yours once more, igniting more sparks under his skin. You really were trying your best to listen, but seemed like all you could focus on was how close he was. 

“Jooyeon.” You turn your head to the side again, which once more proved to me a mistake as Jooyeon turned his head too. Once more your faces are entirely too close together. It makes your head feel like a fog. 

“Yeah?” he asked. 

“I-is..is this really the best way to…” Was it really so hard to form a sentence? Apparently it was as you felt like your brain short circuited. Though a bigger question arising in your head was, since when did you like Jooyeon this much? Since when did he have such an effect over you? 

Maybe you always had a bit of a crush on him. It was nothing major though. Just a small heart flutter when you first see him or maybe your heart rate picked up a bit when he was affectionate with you. Maybe you looked forward to seeing him more than your other friends and maybe you didn’t rest your head on their shoulders like you did with Jooyeon. Maybe you don’t like socializing after 10pm, but if it’s Jooyeon then it’s fine. In fact there’s a chance you slept better on the nights you fell asleep while talking on the phone with him. Ok, maybe you spend too much time picking out gifts for him when he’s “just a friend”. You know what sure there was that one dream you had where you two kissed, but that was just a dream. Dreams don’t have to mean anything, they can just be weird dreams. Except maybe you wanted that dream to be real. So, maybe you liked Jooyeon this much for a while and maybe he’s always had this effect on you. 

Even though you couldn’t complete your sentence Jooyeon knows what you were trying to say. Was this really the best way for him to teach you how to play the bass? Truthfully he could have just sat criss-cross in front of you. He would still have to lean in close to show you properly, but no, he didn’t need to be this close. He didn’t have to be holding you in his arms, but wanted to. Because Jooyeon liked you. He’s not entirely sure when he fell for you. Maybe when you bandaged his fingers after a long practice where he forgot his pick. It could have been when you picked out the vegetables from his order at a restaurant. He didn’t even complain about the vegetables either, he didn’t have time to. Right when the waiter walked away you were already plucking the vegetables from his bowl. Mayhaps his heart started beating to the rhythm of a love song from the moment he first saw you. He knows the moment he realized he liked you though. He just got home from a concert. It was late and he was exhausted, yet he could only think about calling you. It was while he was on call with you that realized. He didn’t think he would have been able to sleep without calling you. Because it seems that he could only find restful sleep when he called with you. Because you made him feel at peace and calm. Because he liked you. 

“Even if it’s not, it’s the way I want to,” he told you. The air around you both feels heavy. There’s an obvious tension lingering in it. You want to say something, but you’re unable to form any words. “Because I want to hold you. I like having you close like this.” He kept speaking instead. Almost as if to prove his point he brushes his nose against yours. 

“Jooyeon,” you finally speak. 

“Yeah.” He now rests his forehead against yours.

“I’m never gonna learn the bass like this.” Your eyes flicker down to his lips. A smile pulls at his lips as he notices the change in your eyes.  

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” he says, leaning in a bit closer.

“Huh?” Your eyes shift back to his. 

“Maybe I just want to be your cool bass playing boyfriend.” Now his eyes are the ones shifting to your lips. “Can I?” He looks back into your eyes.

“Yeah,” you breathe out with an imperceivable nod. Jooyeon smiles before leaning in to close the very slight remaining distance between you two. His lips pressing against yours. Playing a love song on your heartstrings. 

The two of you break away due to smiling too much. Jooyeon helps lift the bass off of your lap, carefully setting it down beside you two, so that he can now fully trap you in his arms. You suppose you can always learn to play the bass some other time. Feeling all too content with being wrapped up in Jooyeon’s arms. Your cool bass playing boyfriend’s arms.

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[fratttymatty]

The Rewatch

(All characters are 18+)

Oliver Grant sat alone in his dimly lit bedroom, the glow of his laptop screen illuminating his chubby face. The room was a cluttered mess—empty soda cans, half-eaten bags of chips, and stacks of horror DVDs scattered everywhere. But none of that mattered right now.

Because tonight, he was watching Scream 5 for the 30th time.

His heart pounded as the film played, eyes glued to the screen as Chad Meeks-Martin—the Chad Meeks-Martin—jogged onto the screen, exuding effortless confidence. Oliver had memorized every line, every smirk, every muscle flex. Chad was everything Oliver wasn’t.

Tall. Athletic. Cocky. Dominant.

God, I wish I was him.

The thought had crossed Oliver’s mind a million times, but tonight, something felt different. He wasn’t just admiring Chad anymore—he was fixated. Obsessed. It was as if the movie had taken hold of him, burrowing into his brain.

As the final scene played out, Oliver felt off. His skin tingled. His breathing slowed. A cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Then, the credits rolled.

And everything went black.

Oliver jolted awake, gasping for air. But something was wrong.

His bed felt too small. His arms—heavier. His chest—broader. His entire body—different.

His hands shot to his face. His once soft, round features were gone, replaced with sharp cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. His pasty white skin? Now a deep, smooth brown. He stumbled out of bed and nearly tripped over his own feet—his legs were longer. Stronger. Taller.

Heart racing, he turned toward the mirror hanging on his wall, and when he saw his reflection—

He froze.

Gone was Oliver Grant, the overweight, shy, nervous high schooler.

Staring back at him was Chad Meeks-Martin.

His body was massive. His shoulders broad and powerful, his arms thick with muscle. His stomach was rock-hard, sculpted with abs he never dreamed of having. His fingers ran up to his head, where his hair—once stringy and unkempt—was now a sharp, coiled buzzcut, perfectly lined up.

His lips curled into a smirk. Wait—what?

Why did he smirk? He never smirked.

But Chad did.

The Mindshift

Oliver stumbled back, gripping his temples as a wave of thoughts flooded his brain. His memories twisted, rearranging themselves, as if his entire personality was being rewritten.

His liberal ideals? Fading.

His insecurities? Erased.

His attraction to men? Rewired.

Flashes of new memories—Chad’s memories—forced their way in. No more lonely nights debating politics on Twitter. No more stuttering through conversations. No more feeling like a nobody.

Instead, he remembered lifting weights at the gym, feeling the burn of every rep.

He remembered laughing with his boys, girls fawning over him at every party.

He remembered grabbing his girl’s waist, hearing her giggle as she clung to him.

His breath hitched. No, no, no, this isn’t me!

But… wasn’t it?

The longer he stood there, the less he resisted. And the less he resisted… the better he felt.

His phone buzzed.

He grabbed it instinctively, his big, veiny hands now dwarfing the tiny device. The name on the screen made his lips twitch into an automatic grin.

Tara ❤️

Without thinking, he opened the text.

Tara: "Like, omgggg babe where r u?? We’re totes gonna be late to the party!!!"

His head pulsed. Tara… his Tara.

She wasn’t the sharp, independent Tara Carpenter from the movies anymore. No, his Tara was a total bimbo.

Blonde. Shallow. Obsessed with him.

And he loved it.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but instead of overanalyzing like Oliver would have, he just typed, "Chill, babe. Be there soon."

Short. Direct. Confident.

The way a real man talked.

He turned back to the mirror, flexing an impressive bicep.

Oliver was gone.

Chad Meeks-Martin was here to stay.

And damn…

He looked good.

The frat house was alive with music, flashing lights, and the smell of cheap beer. The bass from the speakers thumped in Chad’s chest as he stepped inside, towering over the crowd. Girls turned to stare, whispering to their friends, some biting their lips as he passed.

Damn, I love this.

Tara clung to his arm, her manicured nails digging into his bicep. She was drenched in pink—crop top barely covering her surgically enhanced chest, mini-skirt hugging her curves.

"Like, babe, this party is soooo wild," she squealed, flipping her platinum-blonde hair. "Totes better than last week."

Chad smirked, barely listening. "Yeah, yeah, babe." He leaned down, gripping her waist. "Go find your friends or whatever. Me and the boys gotta talk."

She pouted. "Ugh, fine! But you owe me a dance later, kay?" She kissed him—wet, aggressive, sloppy—before bouncing off toward the dance floor.

Chad wiped his mouth, shaking his head. Damn, she was dumb.

But that’s exactly how he liked them.

"Bro."

Chad turned, grinning as Ethan Landry clapped him on the shoulder. Ethan was his boy—sharp jawline, slicked-back hair, always rocking a smug smirk.

"Bro," Chad responded, handing Ethan a beer.

The two leaned against the wall, watching the sea of drunk college girls grind against random dudes.

"Another solid night," Ethan said, taking a swig. "These chicks are so easy, man."

Chad chuckled. "No effort at all, bro. You just tell them they look hot, flex a little, and boom—panties drop."

Ethan laughed, shaking his head. "Crazy how simple they are, right? Like, feminists act like women are all ‘independent’ now, but then a dude with muscles walks in and suddenly they forget how to think."

Chad snorted. "That’s why I don’t take ‘em seriously, man. They say they want ‘equality,’ but they don’t wanna date some broke-ass dude with a man bun. They want a man—someone who actually runs shit."

Ethan nodded. "Exactly! And that’s why these woke losers are gonna stay single. Like, I’m sorry, but if your girl has a career, that’s lowkey embarrassing. Imagine letting your woman work when you should be handling business."

Chad grinned. "Facts. A man provides. That’s the natural order of things."

Ethan raised his beer. "To tradition."

Chad clinked bottles with him. "To being real men."

[b3ach-bunn7]

DONT SMILE

Dabi is your unfairly attractive bandmate, and the two of you stay late in the studio to finish a song (and each other)

NSFW, BandAU, head on both ends if u get my drift

(Guys this is my first time writing smut plz be nice 🙏)

(Also song used in the fic + title is don’t smile by Sabrina c plz listen)

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The sound of Dabi absentmindedly plucking his bass fills the studio. He’s lounging across the couch, legs holding up the dark blue instrument as his fingers drag over the frets lazily. He’s wearing a vest, the white fabric stretched tight over his skin. The jeans he’s wearing are slung low on his hips, and you avert your eyes as he adjusts them, hips lifting from their place on the couch to drag them down.

You’re on the other end of the room, swinging back and forth on a desk chair. The room is hot. The studio was small, the same one your band, LOV, had started out in. Despite being more than popular enough to rent something bigger, there’s a weird obligation you all feel, too attached to where you started to ever leave. You and Dabi are supposed to be writing new songs,  working on stuff for the upcoming album, but you’re not bothered. You can’t think. As the lead singer, lyrics are usually your forte but you’ve got no energy for it. The others aren’t even here, and that only makes you want to work even less. That, and the fact that Dabi is an ample distraction.

He groans from the couch. You glance at him over your shoulder. He’s looking at you impatiently.

“Let’s go home. I’m sick of this shit.”

You sigh, leaning your head back on the chair. “No, we have to stay. We haven’t written anything in ages.”

“Uhm, speak for yourself. I have some things. Riffs.” He plays something small to demonstrate and you roll your eyes.

“And how is that any help without everyone else here? We need all instruments present to actually make a song.” 

Dabi huffs. He places the bass to the side, stretching. His arms reach above his head, shirt lifting up to reveal his happy trail and you sigh.

Of course Dabi is attractive. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. And yes, you also find his personality attractive. He was funny, that calm confidence he always spoke in, his flirty nature, it was all alluring. You’d see him dragging enough girls out the tour bus in the mornings to know you aren’t the only one who feels this way. Unfortunately though, the amount of women he’d been with, plus the fact it’s never a good idea to date a bandmate, means you keep your distance.

This doesn’t stop him from flirting with you at every available second. You’d like to say that you’re immune to it, but that unfaltering attention from Dabi isn’t something you think you could ever get used to.

“What about you? You got any lyrics down?” He asks. 

You frown. You walk over to him, nudging his legs over. You sit next to him and he leans over your shoulder to read the scribbled notes you’d been writing the past couple hours. You huff, pushing his leg further away from yours. It’s currently pressed flush against yours, and his thigh is warm. He’s always so warm.

“Can you stop manspreading?” You mumble, pushing his leg away.

“Aw, you know you love it.” He grins, leaning even closer, eyes never leaving your notes. 

You roll your eyes, but you don’t do much to fight the close proximity. His hand reaches up to stabilise the paper and his fingertips brush the back of your hand. 

“Mediocre.” 

You gape. “Mediocre? I’d like to see you write any better.” You snatch the paper from him and he shrugs.

“It's not bad. It’s just too sappy. Nobody believes that romantic shit is actually real.” He says. 

You bite your lip, thinking. Dabi’s criticism is enough to have you doubting the whole song, and you groan. “Why did you have to say that? Now I hate it.”

“Good.”

You knock his side with your elbow and he tuts. 

“You asked.”

“I didn’t.” You go to elbow him again but he grabs it before you can. You think you can feel the callouses on the tips of his fingers as his hand touches your bare skin. You shrug him off. 

“You asked to see, but I didn’t ask for any feedback.” You say.

Dabi sits up slightly. He tilts his head, strands of black hair dipping to the side. His eyes flit over you quickly.

“Well. We’re a team, no? Don’t you want my feedback?”

You lean your head against the back of the couch. “I guess.”

He reaches over to grab the paper again. “Good girl.”

You flush slightly. “Don’t call me that.”

“You love it.”

You decide it’s better for the both of you if you don’t answer that. You look at the vinyl hung up on the walls, the pictures of you guys at award shows. Anything to distract you from the man sitting next to you.

“I think you should flip it.”

You turn to him now, and he’s already looking up at you. “What?”

“You see like this line? ‘Don’t cry because it’s over baby smile because it happened?’ Swap it so it’s like, ‘Don’t smile because it happened baby, cry because it’s over’.” 

You furrow your brows. “That’s depressing as hell, though. It’s meant to be a love song.” 

“That’s love, though.” He slides the paper back into your hands. “Depressing as shit.”

You scoff. “What do you know about love?”

He grins then, so boyish and teasing. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Yeah, that’s why I asked.”

He huffs a laugh. “Love is overrated. That’s what I know.”

You roll your eyes. “You sound stupid. This isn’t some Disney channel movie, love isn’t overrated.” 

“Hm. Agree to disagree.”

You quickly get up to grab a pen. You could sit further away, but you plant yourself right where you were before, and you ignore the knowing look Dabi gives you. “Okay, help me change the other lyrics then. Since this is now a hate song.”

Dabi laughs. “Not hate. Just not love either. A nice in between.”

“Hush. Okay, so this song is about. Well it’s about being okay with a breakup.”

“Is that the case for most people though? I mean, go the other way. Write a song about the pining, the feelings you can’t get over. Not being okay with a breakup.”

You always see Dabi at his most passionate when he’s talking about music. He spends most of his days lazy and indifferent, but now, his eyes shine brightly as he speaks, as animated as you see him get. You smile slightly, nodding.

“Okay. That sounds good. You have to help me though.” 

“God, if I have to.” 

The two of you sit for the next few minutes, squabbling and disagreeing half the time. You think the songs too negative and Dabi assures you it’s not.

“I mean, it’s all about the singer being in love with someone she doesn’t have. This line, ‘I want you to miss me’ or this one, about ‘thinking about me when you hold her’. It’s depressing, no?”

“But that’s what relationships are like.”

You slump back. You’re now cross legged on the couch, Dabi the same, the two of you conferring over the sheets of paper in front of you. There’s ink on your fingertips from writing and you tap the pen on your chin.

“Not necessarily. Not always.”

Dabi shrugs. “Definitely not always. But we can write about when it is. We’ve got plenty of love songs, but. We don’t have many focusing on this.”

“What’s this?”

Dabi paused for a second. It’s silent for a second too long, and you look up at him to see he’s already looking at you. There’s an expression on his face you don’t recognise. You smile slightly, confused, and it seems to jog him out of his silence.

“That longing. Wanting something, someone, so badly and not being able to have them. The pain of it.” 

He speaks softly, his voice nearly a whisper just between the two of you. You notice suddenly, the proximity between the two of you. If you just lean forward a few inches, you’d be touching. 

“You really think a relationship should be that hard? That painful?”

“No one writes good songs about the ones that come easy.”

You laugh softly. You scratch your chin. “Okay. That’s good, then. Let’s finish the rest.”

The two of you sit there, working away. You’ve never really been this alone with Dabi, not this late at night. There’s no windows in the studio, but you know from time and the fact sleep aches under your skin that it’s late. Somehow, you end up  closer. Dabi reaches over to write something and your hands brush, you stretch and your arms touch. Both of you are desperately trying to get in contact just once, just for a second. After what feel like forever you throw your pen to the floor.

“God. I’m done. I’m tired.” You suddenly say.

“Yeah, I think we’re done here.” Dabi speaks through a yawn, dropping the papers on the coffee table in front of him. 

You curl up on the couch, propping your head against Dabi’s shoulder. “You know when the next rehearsal is?” He asks.

Dabi scratches at the scruff on his chin and you think for a second. “Two days, I’m pretty sure” 

Dabi curses softly under his breath. “I don’t think I can make it.”

“Uh, why not?”

“I’m busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Doing who, more like.”

You sit up. “Who?”

Dabi grins. He brings his arms up to rest on the back of the couch. “You jealous, baby?”

“I’m not jealous of your little groupies.” You scoff. 

Dabi barks out a laugh. “Groupies? The fuck are you talking about?”

It’s your turn to laugh. “Oh, come on! Last tour you brought one back like, every night.”

“They wanted autographs!”

“Fuck off!” You laugh. “Those were very vocal autographs. You do realise the tour bus walls are very thin?” There’d been nights when you’d felt like you were in the room with them. 

“Aw, if you wanted to get involved all you had to do was ask.” Dabi pouts, his voice teasing.

“Shut up, you pervert. You wish.”

“I do wish.” 

“Degenerate.”

He reaches a hand up to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. You freeze slightly and when he moves his hand away you turn, knowing the bright lights won’t hide the red on your face.

“Didn’t mean to be so loud. They can’t help it, you know. Not when I’m there.”

You scoff. “Right. Is that where you learnt all about love?”

“You could say. I know they loved it.”

It was no secret that Dabi slept around. You’d all been victim to the girls he took to bed, screaming his name late into the night when you’d all be trying to sleep after a show. Yeah, you’d had sex before, but it had never been like that. Didn’t have you yelling the way they did. It did make you wonder, some nights.

But you’re not going to let him know that. Your face twists in disgust. “Gross. I don’t need to know that.”

“Really?”

“Yes really.”

Dabi sighs. He sits up slightly. “Shame. I’d show you such a good time if you’d let me.”

And that has you thinking.

Because there he goes again, flirting and saying such suggestive things. You never play along because you always argue that he’s just joking. He doesn’t mean it. And you could shut it down right now. Really. One shove of his shoulder, one excuse that you’re tired and he’s being gross would have him backing off.

But Dabi is looking at you under impossibly long lashes, impossibly blue eyes trailing over your body, before they land back on your face.  He’s looking at you like he’s not joking anymore, and the part of you that wants to scream like those girls did has you meeting his gaze with competition. 

“Really?”

If he looks shocked at your reply, he doesn’t show it. He just inches closer. “Of course. You know I’d treat you right. If you’d let me.” 

You're a breath away from each other. You’re not sure how, but you’re both sitting up again, face to face. You can smell the cigarette smoke that always seems to linger around him, the too strong cologne that never manages to hide it. This close you can see freckles on his face, so light you don’t think you ever would’ve noticed them otherwise. You want to reach out and touch them but you’re frozen. Waiting.

The both of you are silent. You let it linger, wait for him to make the next move. 

“You’re gorgeous. Do you know that? I’m always watching you on stage. When you’re singing. Can’t get enough of you.”

He reaches a hand up. A hand rests on your shoulder, right against your pulse. His fingers curl up against your face, trailing down your cheek.

“And those groupies you were talking about? Fuck, I wish it was you. Wish it was you I was making scream on my tongue, do you know that?” 

You don’t say anything. You don’t think you could if you tried. Dabi smiles.

“You know you do this thing. When we’re working. You always bite on the end of the pen.” 

His fingers trail over your lips. His thumb rubs at your chin. 

“Drives me fucking crazy.”

Your breath hitches as his hand curls around your neck with more purpose.

“I’m gonna kiss you now. That okay?”

You nod.

“I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes, yes it’s okay-“

Your words are breathless and desperate but no more desperate than Dabi is when he pulls you forward, crashes his lips against yours. He makes a sound, almost whining as he curls a hand in your hair. And it’s like everything you always thought it would be, as fast and as hot as you’d imagined. The hand on your neck reaches down, dipping under your shirt and pulling it over your head. You’re only in your bra, and you feel shy suddenly. Because you’re not the prettiest girl he’s ever met, you know that. Your arms curl around your body and he pulls away for just one second to shake his head, breathing heavily. His hands pull your arms away, grabbing both your wrists in one.

“Don’t do that, baby. I wanna see you.” He murmurs.

He kisses down your neck. His lips suck marks into your skin, and you should tell him to stop because people will see it all tomorrow but you want him to mark you up. You want him to see them tomorrow, see them at rehearsals and remember it was him who put them there.

He licks at your pulse and he pulls back. He reaches behind and with one hand, unclips your bra. The ease in which he does it should alarm you slightly, but then he continues down, and his hands on your breasts is enough to render any thoughts in your head useless. He grabs them both and he groans.

“These tits. So soft, so beautiful.” He whispers the words into your skin like they’re not even meant for you.

He pinches your left nipple before sucking it into your mouth. You whine, hands reaching up into his hair, tugging at his shirt. Because you suddenly feel horribly underdressed compared to him, shirtless as he moves to give attention to your other nipple. He tugs his shirt up quickly, and you let your hands travel up his torso. You feel the lean muscle under his arms, trace the scars across his body. He lets go suddenly. 

“Come on, baby. Take these off.” He tugs at your jeans and you quickly slips them off. His hands slips your underwear away as well, throwing them to the side. 

Dabi moves quickly into the floor until he’s kneeling in front of you, arms resting on your legs as he spreads your thighs apart.

“Dabi? What- What are you doing?”

“You call me Touya when I make you come on my tongue, you hear me?”

You curse, breath hitching as he kisses the soft skin of your thighs, fingers rubbing up and down the side of your hip. “It’s okay. You don’t- You don’t have to.”

Dabi, or Touya now, looks confused. He tilts his head slightly, lips red and kissed out, hair mussed from where you had been grabbing it. “Have to? I’ve been dreaming about this pussy for so long, baby, you don’t even know.” 

He looks at you with so much want in his eyes. He bites softly into your thigh and you squeal, and he grins. 

“If it was up to me, I’d sit you on my face and eat you out until you can’t speak, but. We’re on a time crunch here.” 

He presses a chaste kiss to your clit and you shudder. Two fingers reach and part your folds and Dabi makes a low sound in the back of his throat.

“So wet. Is this all for me?”

“Touya, stop teasing.” You huff, squirming in your place.

Touya drags his fingers down, face so close you can feel his breaths. “Ask me nicely.”

“Please, Touya.” You grit out, sitting up in your elbows to glare down at him.

“Please what?”

“Please-“ Your cheeks flush red because he’s not even looking at you. His eyes are focused between your legs like he’s seen heaven between them.

“Please, make me cum, you prick.” You say with a shiver.

And it’s that tiny shiver that seems to set him off because he’s suddenly kissing and sucking at your lips, tongue digging inside your pussy and tracing circles around your clit. Your hips rock forward as you moan, and he holds you down easily so he can continue.

You have been eaten out a few times before. It never felt like something to enjoy, the boyfriend or hookup always doing it to get something over with, to tick a box. But what makes your toes curl, what makes you inch that much closer to cumming, is the fact that Dabi is eating you like a man starved. He’s groaning, eyes fluttering shut as he takes slow, purposeful mouthfuls of your pussy like he’s doing it for him and not you. 

“Taste so good. You been hiding this from me?”

“Touya- fuck.” You grab his hair and tug, and he moans.

“Yeah, good girl. Do that again.” 

You comply, his name a ramble on your lips as your hips buck again. Your core aches and you voice reaches an embarrassingly high pitch as he kisses your clit again. It takes an embarrassingly short time for you to reach the edge. “Da-Touya, I’m, I’m close,” you breathe, hands clutching at the couch beneath you.

Touya detaches himself from you, eyes glancing up at you. “Yeah? You’re close?”

You nod, whine caught in your throat. Your hips jolt forward as he begins trailing slow circles over your clit with his finger. You whine at the slow contact.

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes. Yes, Touya, please.” You breathe.

“You wanna cum on my tongue, baby?” He whispers and you keen, hand reaching down to tug at his hair again, trying to drag him closer.

“Fucking- Touya, I’ll do it myself if I have to.” 

He laughs at that, quickly returning his attention back between your legs. It’s embarrassingly loud as he sucks at your clit, two fingers reaching inside you to press against that spot that has you moaning his name once more. 

“Good girl, so fucking pretty cumming all over my face.” He groans.

And then you cum, and Touya easily holds your hips down as they shake, his own grinding into the floor beneath him, and he takes you through an orgasm that racks through your body. You think you might pass out from the pleasure that crashes over you so suddenly. His hands grab at your chest, your neck, and when he kisses you again you can taste yourself on his tongue.

He smiles at you again, this time more elated, a wild look in his eyes. 

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” It takes you a minute before you can reply. You do so but gesturing him up in his feet.

“Here. Come, get up.” You speak suddenly, still breathing heavily.  

Touya looks confused for a second. You drag him up onto the couch, and your eyes trail down, to the obvious bluge in his trousers. And he looks big judging by it, and you think you’re already ready to get off again.

“Your turn. Come on, take these off.” You tap your fingers on his jeans and take his place on the floor.

“God, you know just what to say to a man.”

“Shut up.” 

He uses one hand to unbuckle his belt and he’s just showing off now, you know, but it’s hot and he knows it is. He pulls his jeans down his legs and you let them pool at his feet. And when you pull his cock out it’s long and thick, you find the source of all his arrogance. He catches you looking and he huffs a laugh. His breath hitches as you slide your fingers up the side, tongue reaching out to lick at the tip, hard and leaking precum.

“You know, you always, fuck, you always deny it, sweetheart, but look at you.” He groans as you lick a stripe up his cock. “On your knees for me.” 

“I always imagined taking you right here, in the studio, bending you over this couch and fucking you until you’re screaming nothing but my name, squirming and begging on my dick.” Your thighs clench and he sees it, a nasty smirk on his face as you take him into your mouth.

“You want that too, angel? Want me to make you scream so loudly everyone comes in and, shit, sees you cumming on my cock? You want that?” 

You don’t say anything, can’t, because he fills your mouth so full that you couldn’t speak if you wanted to. His hand reaches into you hair, guiding your head up and down his dick, low moans and grunts leaving his mouth. He’s so vocal, you realise, an endlesss stream of barely coherent praise leaving his mouth as you use yours.

“Fuck, yeah sweetheart, fuck.” His hips buck into your mouth and you nearly choke.

“Come on, I know you can take it. Good girl, good fucking girl.” He groans, pulling your head down further.

Your eyes flutter shut and Touya reaches down with his free hand to brush the tears that fall down your cheeks. You grab into his thighs, nails digging into his skin.

“Taking me so well, baby. Always so fucking mouthy. So pretty when you use it right.” He breathed heavily, jerking into your mouth again.

He starts fucking into your mouth, and you swipe your tongue underneath his dick, the vein that runs down it and he stutters, breathy curses leaving his lips.

“Gonna cum, fuck.” 

Your name slips past his lips in tandem as he bucks into your mouth one last time. Your mouth fills and you swallow, and he pats your cheek as you look back up at him, gasping for breath you pull back. His chest heaves and his eyes are shining brightly again but for a very different reason. You trace the scratches you left on his thighs and he in turns rubs a finger on the hickeys that leave a telling trail down your body.

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i get so cringed out when i write smut but i wanted to do it so i powered through!!! plz give me any tips if u think its bad i greatly appreciate it. i also had noooo idea how to end this oneshot so i lowkey just stopped writing LMAO

anyway.... bass player dabi u live on in my heart kisses forever

[berryrev]

Party 4 U

You witnessed it again. How the crowd parted when he stepped in. You saw it again, how the man that has been occupying your mind for the past weeks walked through the party like he owns it. Everyone knows him, so it’s not hard for him to blend in, yet he stood out the most. You’re hoping tonight you will talk to him again too, because you only threw this party for him.

It was a Tuesday night when you decided to go to one of the popular clubs in Roppongi. Despite it being only the second day of the week, you were drained enough to realize you needed to drink until you passed out. Work had been shit. It always is. But usually, you’d wait until Friday night to release all the pent-up stress from the week. Then you’d wake up on Saturday morning with a hangover and vomit all over your room.

But not tonight, you decided, not tonight. You needed to be drunk. And if you couldn’t come to work tomorrow because you were shitfaced, you didn’t care.

Fuck the management.

Fuck the papers you need to be signed.

Fuck the report.

Fuck work.

The night was already deep, and you were at it, drinking and feeling the music. The bass was so loud your heart thumped along with it. You were vibing so much when suddenly the crowd parted.

You’ve had your fair share of handsome guys in your bed. You know how they work their charm to get what they want. But this one is different. He’s not just handsome—he’s pretty. A tall man, almost six feet. His physique was lean, not bulky, but enough to know he could lift you and pin you against the wall. And those sleeves rolled up to reveal intricate tattoos? He looked so cool.

He walked in the middle while the crowd literally stopped to gawk at his presence.

Who is he? You had to know. You hoped you’d get to know him more tonight. And just when you thought you'd have to go through lengths just to be near him, the party god must’ve heard you and fulfilled your wish.

He sat beside you at the bar counter.

You avoided his gaze immediately, trying to act cool even though your head was beating from alcohol.

“New here?” You weren’t sure if the alcohol was playing tricks on you, but did he just ask you a question?

To be sure, you turned your head toward him, and saw the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen looking directly at you. Purple orbs waiting for your answer.

“Yeah,” you said, thinking act cool.

“Hmm, ’cause you look unfamiliar,” he replied, sipping his whiskey.

“You’re talking like you know everyone who comes here,” you said, avoiding his gaze and choosing instead to look at your drink. He was a man built differently, and you could feel it in the pressure you felt just sitting beside him. It was like the music in the club suddenly stopped and everyone was watching the two of you.

“Would you believe me if I said yeah? I know everyone who comes here,” he answered. You didn’t find it surprising. You saw how the crowd acknowledged his presence awhile ago.

You nodded but didn’t answer. As much as you wanted to prolong your conversation with the pretty man, you were nervous. Even the colorful lights dancing on his face couldn’t hide the mysterious aura he displayed. Your heart is beating fast along with the dizzy feeling. You want to stay by his side and get to know him.

You were attracted, and you knew it.

With courage fueled by alcohol, you jokingly asked, “You own this club or something? ”

“Kinda,” he smirked, watching your surprise.

The night reached its peak and so did your conversation with him. He wasn’t as talkative as you, but you enjoyed his presence. You didn’t even know what time it was. It felt like time had stopped the moment he sat beside you. The longer you talked, the closer you got. Now, under the excuse of the loud music, you were whispering into each other’s ears.

“Wait a minute, I gotta go to the bathroom,” you said, leaning close.

“Let me come with you,” he said.

“No, it’s okay. I can walk there alone.”

“You’ve had too much, pretty. I doubt you can even stand.” He leaned closer, his hand on your waist. The breath you let out was so shaky he could almost taste it.

“I can handle myself, really,” you said, leaning closer as well, feeling his touch.

“Then let me see if you can stand.” He removed his hand from your waist as you stood. You were trying not to wobble in front of him.

“See?”

“Alright, pretty. I’ll watch you while you walk. We don’t want people stomping on you if you trip.”

You laughed heartily at his joke. As you walked toward the bathroom, you turned your head and saw those purple orbs still fixed on you.

You smiled giddily and walked as fast as you could so you could return to him immediately.

However, the excitement vanished the moment you returned. The bar stool was now occupied by someone else. The pretty man was gone. You looked around, trying to spot him, but the presence that had stopped time in the club had vanished. Everything had resumed. The loud music, the dancing people, the strobing lights. Everything in the club moved on.

For the rest of the night you looked for him, but it was hopeless finding the mysterious man. He's nowhere to be found. Defeated, you gave one last lingering look to the stool you were sitting on and decided to go home.

-

You thought the memory of the man with the pretty face would fade like the alcohol in your system. But a week passed, and you were still hoping to see him again, so every night, you returned to the same club drinking and waiting for his return.

You were sure it wasn’t just a drunken dream. It had happened. You may not remember every word you shared, but you knew the moment was real. He was real. He held you. You wished you had told him to wait, asked for his name, his number, or just held your pee a little longer. Your what-ifs haunted you every night.

You treasured that short moment so much that for two weeks straight, you kept going back. You were afraid to forget his face. But time moved on, and no matter how hard you tried to stop it, you never saw him again.

It was like he left a part of himself with you. The part of him you knew.

You were desperate. So desperate that when you got promoted at work, you decided to celebrate at that same club. You didn’t rent the whole place, just a part of it. Enough space for you and your coworkers. Enough just to be there.

As much as you wanted to celebrate your success, you only threw the party to see him again.

You only threw this party for him. Hoping he would come through

And just when you thought it was another mission failed- you saw him. The same mysterious presence. The same pretty face that parted the crowd. Like a dream, he walked in.

“I only threw this party for you, for you, for you

I'm about to party on you

Watch me, watch me party on you, yeah

Party on you, party on you”

Haitani Rindou met your eyes again, inside the club, at the same bar counter, where he’d hoped to see you once more.

Your heart thumped alongside the bass of the music as he walked toward you.

“New here?” he asked.

“No,” you replied, trying to keep your smile steady.

Finally.

“Hmm, ’cause you look familiar.” He sat beside you, leaning close.

“You’re talking like you know everyone who comes here,” you answered, just like you did that Tuesday night.

The conversation felt familiar, but you went along, hoping it wouldn’t end like the last time.

You promise yourself that tonight won’t finish like before, where you’ve been yearning for a man you barely knew. You’ll hold everything in. Even if it takes looking at his face for the rest of the night, with a beating heart, you’ll do it just so you won’t lose sight of him.

“You’re looking at me like you missed me, pretty,” he said, leaning closer until your noses almost touched. Like before, everything went silent. Time stopped. Only the two of you existed in that moment.

“And you’ve been looking at me like you’ve waited,” you whispered.

“’Cause I did,” he said, leaning in even more. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Then, closer still, “Can I?”

You nodded. And that was all he needed, he closed the gap.

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Usually, after drinking yourself shitfaced on a Friday night, you’d go home, vomit, and wake up hungover. But this time was different.

You drank until you were dizzy but were aware you went home with him. You went home with the man who had been caressing your waist all night and woke up with a hangover and a familiar ache between your thighs.

You turned to face the pretty man. His name is Haitani Rindou. The man who had occupied your mind for weeks, and now, your bed.

There was something about him that you couldn’t look away from, so when the party god decided that you needed to see him, they fulfilled your wish. Or maybe you are the party god because you threw a party for him.

Just so you could see him again.

And now you can hold him and kiss him whenever you want.

[hyzelle]

part 2 — PLAYTHING | l.hs x s.jy x p.js x p.sh

♡ pairing: heeseung x jake x jay x sunghoon x fem!reader

♡ genre/tags: estab r/s between heeseung & reader, pet names, fivesome, reader & all members are in their early to mid 20s

♡ warnings: profanities. dubcon, cns, alcohol consumption, fivesome, orgy, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie (please don't!), oral sex (giving & receiving), squirting, overstimulation, crying, degradation, orgasm denial, slight choking, swallowing, and more...

♡ featuring: enha hyung line — heeseung, jake, jay, sunghoon

est. 21/03/2025 — part 2 wc ꒰ 8k ꒱

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The next afternoon, Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon dragged themselves up the steps to Heeseung’s apartment, all three looking like the physical embodiment of regret. Their heads were pounding, their limbs felt like dead weight, and the night before was a blur of alcohol, loud music, and bad decisions.

Per usual, they were gathering at Heeseung’s place to recover. This was the routine. After a heavy night out, they’d meet up, order greasy food, lounge around, nurse their hangovers, and talk shit about the night before.

Jay pressed the doorbell, and a few seconds later, Heeseung swung the door open.

“Damn, you all look like shit.”

“Feel like it too,” Jake muttered, dragging himself inside.

Heeseung stepped aside to let them in, brows raised as he took in their disheveled states. “Y/N still asleep?” Jay asked, kicking off his shoes.

“She just woke up. She’s showering,” Heeseung said, stretching his arms.

The three of them exchanged quick glances but said nothing as they walked into Heeseung's living room.

Heeseung headed toward the kitchen to grab some drinks for them as the boys collapsed onto the couch. 

Jake slumped further into the couch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, trying to ignore the pounding in his head. His thumb moved lazily over the screen—until a post from the club’s official Instagram page made his stomach drop.

A video.

His pulse quickened.

Jay, sprawled out beside him, noticed the way Jake suddenly stiffened and leaned over to peek at his screen.

“…Shit.”

Sunghoon, mid-stretch, caught the tension in the room and turned toward them, frowning. “What?”

Jake didn’t respond. Didn’t move.

Jay swallowed, hesitated, then tapped the video to play again.

Neon lights. Bodies pressed together. The deep bass of the music vibrating through the crowd.

And right in the middle of it—

Jake.

Y/N.

Kissing.

Not just kissing.

Fucking making out.

Jake’s hands gripping her waist. Y/N pressing into him, arms looped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. The way her hips rolled against him. The way his fingers dug into her skin. The way she moaned into his mouth—

Fuck.

Sunghoon let out a low whistle. “Damn.”

Jay panicked.

He smacked Sunghoon’s arm, nearly knocking the phone out of Jake’s hands. “Shut the fuck up, dude!”

“What?” Sunghoon blinked, unfazed. “I mean… lowkey kinda hot.”

Jay smacked him again.

Jake exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. This was bad.

Sunghoon leaned in again, still watching the video. “Wait—who posted this?”

Jay squinted at the caption. “Club’s official Instagram.”

Jake groaned. “Of course they fucking did.”

Jay scanned the room like he was assessing an escape route. “Okay. We can’t let Heeseung see—”

“See what?”

The room went still.

Jake’s heart stopped.

Sunghoon sat up so fast it looked like his soul had left his body.

Jay froze mid-scroll.

Heeseung stood at the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, gaze sharp.

Jay, very slowly, locked his phone and held it way too close to his chest.

“…Nothing.”

Heeseung raised a brow. “That was convincing.”

Sunghoon forced a nervous grin. “Yeah, we were just—”

“Give me the phone.”

Jay hesitated. Too long.

Heeseung sighed, tone sharp. “Jay.”

Defeated, Jay exhaled and unlocked his phone before reluctantly handed it over.

Heeseung took the phone. Scrolled. Pressed play.

Jake clenched his jaw.

Sunghoon held his breath.

Jay looked like he was actively trying not to pass out.

The video played.

Once.

Twice.

Heeseung watched. Slowly. Expression unreadable.

His head tilted slightly. “Huh.”

Then—he exhaled a short laugh.

“Damn.”

Jake tensed.

Sunghoon blinked rapidly, resisting the urge to look at Jay for help.

Jay sank further into the couch, looking like he wanted to fucking die.

Heeseung played the video again.

His voice was too calm.

“You were really fucking devouring her, huh?”

Jay winced.

Jake said nothing. Didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

Heeseung finally set the phone down, inhaling deeply, running his tongue across his teeth before shaking his head.

Then—his gaze flickered toward Jay.

Silence.

Thick. Suffocating.

Jake’s pulse hammered in his ears. Jay shot a glance at Sunghoon, who looked just as fucking tense as he was.

Then—

A short, sharp laugh.

Heeseung.

Jake flinched.

But it wasn’t amusement.

It was disappointment.

His voice was eerily calm, but the weight of his words sent a shiver down Jake’s spine.

“I told you to take care of her.” Heeseung’s gaze landed on Jay, eyes dark. “Not let Jake get his hands and mouth all over her.”

Jay exhaled, his jaw tightening. “Hee—”

But Heeseung wasn’t looking at him anymore.

His gaze flickered to Jay and Sunghoon.

“And you two—” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“You knew. And you didn’t tell me?”

Jay swallowed hard.

Sunghoon barely breathed.

Jake clenched his fists. “She was drunk—she thought I was—”

Heeseung’s jaw clenched.

“Oh, so that makes it okay?”

Jake’s stomach churned.

Jay said nothing.

Sunghoon inhaled slowly.

“I should beat your fucking ass for this.”

Jay tensed.

Sunghoon exhaled through his nose.

Jake stayed quiet.

But then—Heeseung smirked.

And the entire room shifted.

“You know what?” Heeseung let out a slow exhale, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

Jay cautiously exhaled.

Sunghoon furrowed his brows.

Jake’s shoulders dropped slightly.

“You wanna touch what’s mine?” Heeseung took a slow step forward, voice dropping. “Fine.”

Jake’s stomach twisted.

Jay’s brows furrowed.

Sunghoon frowned. “What?”

Heeseung tilted his head. “Since Jake already put his hands on her, and you two didn’t tell me…” His smirk sharpened. “I think you all deserve a little… punishment.”

Jake’s breath hitched.

Jay’s hands curled into fists.

Sunghoon exhaled sharply. “What?”

Heeseung’s gaze flickered to Jake. “You wanted her so bad? Then you’re gonna have her.”

Jake’s stomach twisted.

Jay inhaled sharply.

Sunghoon remained still.

“But there are rules,” Heeseung continued.

His gaze darkened, sweeping over all of them.

“For her—she doesn’t get to touch you. She doesn’t get to moan. She doesn't get to cum. Not unless I allow it.”

Jake’s entire body went rigid.

Jay exhaled sharply.

Sunghoon cursed under his breath.

“And you?” Heeseung’s smirk sharpened, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“All of you.”

A beat of silence.

“No cumming.”

Jake froze.

Jay’s jaw clenched. 

Sunghoon shifted. 

Heeseung leaned back slightly, smirk never fading.

“Not until I do.”

Silence.

Jake exhaled through his nose, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”

Heeseung shrugged. “Maybe.”

Then, he tilted his head, gaze locked on them like a predator watching prey.

“But you’re still gonna do it.”

No one spoke.

Before Jake could respond, Heeseung turned on his heel and strode toward his room.

The others hesitated.

Jay and Sunghoon exchanged a glance before following. Jake took a breath, steeling himself, then trailed behind them.

The air inside Heeseung’s room was thick with warmth and steam. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, soft sounds of water running behind it. Y/N was still showering.

The faint scent of her body wash lingered in the air, mixing with Heeseung’s cologne and the overwhelming tension between them.

Heeseung leaned casually against his dresser, arms crossed, expression unreadable. His voice came out slow, deliberate.

“We’ll wait.”

Jay shifted. “Wait for what?”

Heeseung smirked.

“For her to finish.”

Jake’s pulse kicked up.

Sunghoon inhaled sharply.

Jay cursed under his breath.

None of them moved. None of them spoke.

They just stood there.

Waiting.

The water shut off.

Y/N exhaled, running a hand through her damp hair. The shower had helped—at least a little. Her body was still warm, her skin flushed, but she chalked it up to the heat of the water rather than the strange tension she’d felt before stepping in.

She reached for the towel, wrapping it around herself. It was small—barely covering her. The hem just skimmed the tops of her thighs, and the knot she tied at the front left hints of her chest exposed, clinging to the dampness of her skin. Her back wasn’t much better, the towel lifting slightly with every movement.

But it didn’t matter.

She was in Heeseung’s room. She had expected privacy.

Her clothes were on his bed.

Without a second thought, she twisted the doorknob and stepped out.

And immediately—froze.

The air shifted.

Four pairs of eyes snapped to her.

Jake. Jay. Sunghoon. Heeseung.

Standing. Watching.

Jay visibly tensed. His shoulders went rigid, and his gaze darted to the floor so fast it was almost comical. He looked like he wanted to evaporate on the spot.

Sunghoon had the opposite reaction—his brows lifted, his lips parting slightly before pressing together. He shifted where he stood, exhaling a quiet breath as his eyes dragged down her figure.

Jake’s jaw clenched.

His tongue swiped over his lower lip as his gaze locked onto her, his fingers flexing at his sides.

And Heeseung—hesmirked.

Y/N’s grip on the towel instinctively tightened.

“…What the fuck?” she muttered, blinking rapidly.

Jay cleared his throat, visibly struggling to find his words. “Uh—”

Sunghoon coughed, dragging a hand down his face.

Jake remained silent. His gaze hadn’t wavered.

Heeseung took a step forward.

“We were waiting for you, baby.”

Her stomach dropped.

“For what?” she asked, her voice cautious, wary.

His smirk deepened.

“For your punishment.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Her towel suddenly felt even smaller.

“…What?”

Heeseung tilted his head, amusement glinting in his dark eyes.

“You didn’t think I’d let you get away with it, did you?” His voice was smooth, teasing—but laced with something darker.

“Baby, what are you talking about?” Y/N asked.

Her pulse quickened as she glanced at him nervously, watching his face for any kind of reaction—waiting for an answer.

The boys reacted almost in sync—Jay inhaling sharply, Sunghoon shifting uncomfortably, Jake exhaling through his nose like he was bracing himself.

The way they were looking at her—watching, waiting, expectant.

Heeseung didn’t hesitate.

“Oh, baby.” He reached out, brushing damp strands of hair from her shoulder. His fingers lingered, tracing the edge of her towel before dropping.

His touch ghosted along the knot tied at her chest.

“You let them see it.”

The knot loosened slightly.

“Now—” Heeseung’s voice dropped lower, sending chills down her spine. “You’re going to let them watch again.”

Y/N barely had time to react.

“What are you—”

Before she could finish, Heeseung’s lips were on hers.

A sharp inhale caught in her throat as he kissed her—deep, urgent, taking complete control. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, his lips moving against hers in a way that made her head spin.

The room blurred.

The only thing grounding her was Heeseung—the way his fingers traced the damp skin of her back, the way his tongue flicked against her bottom lip before he deepened the kiss, the way he angled his head, making sure she felt every inch of him pressed into her.

She didn’t even notice at first.

The towel.

It slipped—slowly, deliberately.

And then, it dropped.

A sharp exhale came from somewhere behind them. A shift of movement.

The other boys—

Watching.

Jake. Jay. Sunghoon.

All staring.

All silent.

Heat flooded her body.

“Fuck—Hee, what are you—” Y/N tore her lips from his, chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. “They’re—”

Heeseung smirked, his hands still roaming, still teasing.

“Why are you acting so shy, baby?” His voice was low, almost taunting. His thumb brushed over the curve of her hip.

Her lips parted, but before she could respond, Heeseung moved.

One moment, she was standing—vulnerable, exposed, dazed.

The next—she's was in his arms.

His grip was firm, secure, lifting her as if she weighed nothing.

A surprised gasp slipped past her lips, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, fingers digging into his bare skin.

Then, she felt it—soft sheets against her back.

She was on Heeseung’s bed.

Heeseung hovered over her, his smirk never fading.

The other boys hadn’t moved, watching them.

Jake’s jaw was locked. Jay’s fingers twitched at his sides. Sunghoon’s tongue flicked over his bottom lip, eyes dark.

The air was thick. Charged.

Y/N swallowed hard, her entire body tense, her pulse hammering in her ears.

She was completely bare against Heeseung’s sheets, her skin still damp from the shower, her breath uneven. Every nerve in her body was on edge, hyper-aware of the weight of their stares.

Something was wrong.

Her stomach twisted.

Why weren’t they saying anything? Why was Heeseung just staring at her like that?

Jay inhaled sharply. Sunghoon rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to meet her eyes. Jake tensed beside them.

She sat up slightly, pulling the sheets over her, attempting to cover herself. “Hee—what’s going on?” Her voice came out softer than she intended. 

His smirk only deepened, his fingers lazily trailing up her thigh before he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His grip—firm, unyielding, as he ripped away the sheets that she was using to try and cover herself.

“Suddenly so shy now? You weren’t shy about letting Jake put his hands and mouth all over you in the middle of the club in front of them.”

Y/N gasped, trying to jerk away. “Heeseung, wait—”

His grip tightened, stopping her.

She shook her head rapidly. “Heeseung, I—I was drunk, I didn’t—”

“Drunk?” His brow lifted, his smirk never wavering.

Her pulse pounded. “I thought—I thought it was you—”

Heeseung exhaled a short, humorless laugh. “Oh, baby.”

He reached up, brushing damp strands of hair from her face.

His fingers lingered along her jaw before trailing down her neck. His hands pressing lightly over her it.

“You didn’t seem so confused when you were grinding against him.”

Y/N’s face burned.

Jake stiffened.

Sunghoon exhaled through his nose, adjusting his position.

Jay rubbed his temples, eyes squeezing shut.

Y/N shook her head again, panic bubbling up in her chest. “Hee, please—I didn’t mean to—”

His grip tightened on her neck.

She inhaled sharply.

“You didn’t mean to let him touch what’s mine?” Heeseung’s voice dropped lower, sending chills down her spine. “Or you didn’t mean to get caught?”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

Her lips parted, desperate to find the right words, but Heeseung didn’t give her a chance.

His fingers slid down her body—possessive. Claiming.

“You think I’m just gonna let that slide, baby?”

Her breath hitched. “Hee—”

His smirk widened.

“No baby.” He leaned down, lips brushing over her ear. His breath was warm, teasing. Dangerous.

“You’re gonna take your punishment.”

Y/N froze.

Her mind spun. What?

She tried to pull back again, her breath coming faster. “H-Heeseung, wait, I don’t—”

He ignored her.

He trailed a lazy finger down her stomach, stopping just above the heat between her legs.

“Oh don't worry baby. I think you’ll like it.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She was fully naked. Exposed. Completely at his mercy.

She shook her head quickly. “No, please—I’m sorry, I swear, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay baby, it's not just you being punished.” Heeseung murmured, pressing a finger against her lips to silence her. 

Her stomach flipped.

She swallowed. “What?”

Heeseung chuckled, trailing his fingers lower, making her squirm.

“You,” he murmured, brushing his fingers along her folds. “No touching them. No moaning. No cumming—unless I allow it.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.

Her eyes flickered toward the others—Jake’s tense shoulders, Sunghoon’s sharp inhale, Jay rubbing his jaw.

Jake exhaled slowly, his eyes locked on hers.

Heeseung’s smirk only deepened.

“You wanted to be their little plaything, right? Letting Jake touch you—letting them watch you?” he murmured, his grip tightening slightly. “Then let’s see if you can handle it.”

Heeseung finally turned to Jake.

“Well?” He cocked his head. “You wanted her so bad right? Might as well go first.”

Jake stiffened.

Sunghoon shot him a look. Jay inhaled sharply.

Jake hesitated, jaw clenching as his fingers flexed against the sheets.

He glanced at Heeseung. “Dude, are you—”

Heeseung tilted his head.

His smirk sharpened.

“Do it.”

Y/N inhaled sharply, her eyes darting between them.

Jake’s jaw tensed. He exhaled through his nose.

His pulse pounded.

His stomach tightened.

Fuck this.

Jake climbed onto the bed, shifting closer, his palms pressing into the sheets beside her. His body hovered above hers—not quite touching—but close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him.

Y/N held her breath.

Jake’s hands finally moved, gliding over her bare skin, slow and teasing. Fingertips traced over her collarbone, down her shoulders, over the swell of her breasts. His touch was light, exploring, possessive.

Then—his lips.

Soft. Warm. Pressing to her skin, slow and lingering.

A kiss to her shoulder.

Then another.

Then lower.

He dragged his mouth down the curve of her breasts, trailing hot kisses across her stomach, over her hipbone, down her thigh.

Her breath hitched.

Y/N tensed when she felt Jake shift downward, his lips traveling dangerously lower.

Until his mouth hovered over her pussy.

A slow exhale left her lips as the heat of his breath teased her aching folds.

The anticipation alone sent a wave of electricity through her, and when his lips finally pressed against her, she nearly moaned.

She bit her lip hard, fisting the sheets instead.

Jake smirked against her skin, feeling her struggle.

Heeseung’s voice cut through the thick air, smooth and taunting.

“Good girl.”

Y/N sucked in a shaky breath, her grip tightening.

Jake, pleased with her obedience, placed one last kiss against her clit before pulling back slightly, his hands still resting on her thighs.

Heeseung’s gaze flickered to the other boys.

“Well?” Heeseung mused. “Enjoying the view?”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. Jay’s fingers twitched against his thighs.

The air in the room was suffocating.

And the punishment had only just begun.

This time, Jake didn’t hesitate.

His tongue flicked against her sensitive folds—slow, teasing—before dragging flat against her clit, savoring the way she tensed beneath him.

Y/N’s fingers dug into the sheets, her thighs trembling.

This was wrong.

She knew it.

And yet—her body betrayed her.

She gasped when he sucked gently on her swollen clit, her hips nearly bucking into his mouth.

Jake only smirked against her, gripping her thighs tighter, keeping her spread wide open.

Beside her, Heeseung was shamelessly palming himself through his sweats, stroking lazily as he watched the scene unfold.

Jay and Sunghoon weren’t much better.

Sunghoon’s fingers twitched against his thigh, his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful. Jay’s hands curled into fists, his entire body rigid with restraint.

Jake grew bolder.

He sucked harder, his tongue swirling over her clit, flicking, teasing, fucking devouring her.

“Fuck,” Sunghoon muttered under his breath.

Jake groaned against her, the vibrations making her shudder.

Then—he moved.

He kissed his way up her body, leaving a damp trail in his wake.

Over her stomach.

Between the valley of her breasts.

Across her collarbone.

And finally—her neck.

He sucked on the skin, tongue tracing slow circles, teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver.

Then—his fingers found her pussy.

He pressed against her entrance, gathering the slickness coating her folds before rubbing circles against her clit.

“Fuck, you look so pretty under me,” he groaned, his head dropping to her neck.

Y/N bit down on her lip, desperate to hold back a sound.

Her breath was ragged.

Her thighs trembled.

Her soaked pussy clenched around nothing, the pleasure too much, too overwhelming.

She was on the edge.

Jake felt it—the way her body tensed, the way her hips subtly rocked against his fingers, chasing the high she was being denied.

A quiet whimper nearly escaped her lips.

Jake smirked.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Jake whispered against her neck, his fingers moving relentlessly over her clit. His pace quickened, coaxing her closer. “Just let it out.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, struggling to hold back as heat coiled low in her stomach. It was almost embarrassing how fast it was building—how quickly she was unraveling—especially when all Jake had done was rub her.

But then—Heeseung shifted.

His grip tightened around himself, his strokes slowing.

“Enough.”

Jake stilled.

His fingers froze.

His lips halted just as they reached her collarbone.

His head lifted, lips glistening, brows furrowed.

“…What?”

Heeseung’s smirk widened.

“I said—enough.”

Jake swallowed hard, his body still humming with arousal. His eyes flickered to Y/N’s trembling frame beneath him.

She was so fucking close.

But Heeseung’s rules were final.

With a quiet exhale, Jake pulled away, his movements slow, reluctant.

Y/N was panting, her body still aching, still teetering on the edge of release.

She nearly turned to Heeseung, nearly begged—

But then, his gaze flickered to Jay.

“Your turn.”

The room was thick with tension.

Jay hesitated, running a hand through his hair.

Sunghoon shifted beside him, still stiff, still watching.

Jake swallowed hard, still trying to catch his breath.

Y/N’s heart pounded. She was still trembling, the absence of Jake’s touch leaving her restless, desperate for more.

Jay exhaled.

Finally, he moved.

Unlike Jake, he wasn’t reckless. He wasn’t the type to lose control so easily.

Slowly. Deliberately.

He crawled over her, his weight pressing her gently into the mattress.

But when he was finally hovering above her, his gaze flickered to her face—

Her lips, swollen, parted.

Her bare skin, flushed, heated.

The way her thighs squeezed together, trembling—

Fuck.

He swallowed hard.

His face was inches from hers now, his hands planted on either side of her head, holding himself up.

His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation, any sign that she didn’t want this.

But what he found instead—

Was something else entirely.

A silent plea.

Begging him to do something.

Then, he kissed her.

Slow.

Soft.

Like he was memorizing the feel of her lips, savoring the way they molded against his.

It was nothing like the dominance of Heeseung.

This was different.

Until Y/N licked his lips.

Asking.

Jay froze.

His fingers curled into the sheets. His body stiffened.

Something inside him snapped.

His hand shot to her waist, gripping tight. His other cupped her face, tilting it as he deepened the kiss.

He was now rougher. Hungrier.

He sucked on her bottom lip, groaning when she whimpered into his mouth.

Then—he moved.

His hips rolled against hers, grinding down, pressing the hardness of his cock against her soaked, aching core.

A sharp inhale slipped from Y/N’s lips.

Jay swore under his breath. Heeseung chuckled.

“You’re barely even touching her.” His voice was dripping in amusement. “What, you scared?”

Jay growled.

Fuck it.

His hand slid lower.

Fingers tracing the curve of her hip.

Dipping between her thighs.

Y/N’s entire body jerked when Jay’s finger ghosted over her slit—teasing, taunting.

A shiver crawled up her spine as Jay exhaled sharply, feeling just how wet she was.

“Fuck,” he muttered, dragging his fingers slowly through the slickness. “You’re so wet, princess.”

The nickname hit her harder than she expected.

Y/N trembled beneath him. Her breathing hitched, her body stretched tight with tension—

But still, she didn’t make a sound.

Not a single moan.

She jerked slightly when Jay’s fingers teased at her entrance—

Just flicking at it, never entering.

Her legs twitched.

She clenched the sheets in frustration, desperate to feel something.

Anything.

Jay licked his lips, eyes locked on her. “You wanna feel something so bad, huh, princess?”

Then—his mouth found her breast.

His tongue flicked against her nipple, his lips wrapping around it, sucking lightly.

Y/N’s head pressed back into the mattress.

Her toes curled.

She was falling apart.

And Jay could feel it.

Y/N was breathing fast, chest rising and falling in uneven, shaky pants.

Her body kept jerking toward Jay’s fingers, seeking, pleading—

Trying to get him to push inside.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he held her in place, his grip firm, his touch agonizingly light.

He kept flicking at her entrance, faster this time, just enough to make her squirm.

Her hips bucked, her back arching, desperate for more.

Jay was completely transfixed—completely fucking aroused—watching her come undone beneath him.

Her breathing quickened, her thighs clenching around his hand.

She was close.

So fucking close.

And he could break her.

He could make her lose control right here, right now.

Jay’s breath hitched—his cock twitching at the thought.

But before he could—

“Enough.”

The word was calm. Controlled.

But it left no room for argument.

Jay stilled.

His fingers froze against her soaked, swollen clit.

His mouth left her skin.

His chest heaved, forehead pressing against her collarbone as he fought to calm himself.

His hands flexed at his sides.

He didn’t want to move.

Didn’t want to let go of her.

But he had no choice.

Heeseung smirked.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Jay clenched his jaw.

Slowly—reluctantly—he let her go.

His fingers slipped away, his lips brushing her shoulder one last time before he forced himself to move.

His body screamed at him to stay.

But he pulled back.

And Heeseung?

He didn’t care.

His gaze was already on Sunghoon.

“Your turn.”

The second Heeseung looked at him, Sunghoon moved—swift, decisive.

Unlike the others, there was no hesitation, no teasing build-up. He was hungry for her, impatient, and it showed in the way his hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open without a second thought.

Y/N barely had a second to brace herself before his mouth was on her pussy, hot and relentless. He didn’t just take his time—he devoured, tongue flicking against her most sensitive spot while his fingers worked in tandem, pressing inside her with no mercy.

A strangled gasp left her lips. She tried, she really tried to hold it in, but Sunghoon was relentless.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered against her skin, voice dripping with amusement. “Such a mess already. Didn’t take much, huh?”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her entire body trembling as he continued. He knew exactly what he was doing—every movement calculated, pushing her closer to the edge with every stroke of his tongue, every curl of his fingers.

And then, Heeseung moved.

He had been watching—enjoying. But now? Now, he wanted more.

He reached down, tugging at his waistband—

His cock, hard and throbbing, sprang free the moment he pulled it down.

Without hesitation, he shifted closer.

His fingers curled beneath Y/N’s chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

“Open up, baby.”

His voice was smooth—low and coaxing, but firm.

“You know what to do.”

Y/N obeyed without question.

Her lips parted—slow, obedient.

And Heeseung slid into her mouth, groaning low in his throat as her lips wrapped around him, warm and wet.

From the side, Jay exhaled sharply, his grip tightening against his thigh. Jake’s jaw was locked, his knuckles white where he held himself back.

“Shit, look at her,” Jake murmured under his breath, watching the way she moved—her lips stretched around Heeseung, her body shuddering under Sunghoon’s unforgiving pace.

Sunghoon hummed against her skin, clearly savoring her reaction.

“She loves it,” he murmured, pressing his fingers deeper—earning another tremble from her overstimulated body.

He was relentless.

His fingers curled inside her, stroking unforgivingly—like he was trying to drag the climax out of her by force.

His pace quickened, merciless.

And his mouth—It sucked on her swollen clit, his tongue flicking fast, precise, cruel.

She couldn’t take it.

She was unraveling—too overwhelmed, too close.

Every nerve screamed for release. Her body begged for it.

And then—she tore her mouth away, Heeseung slipping from her lips as she gasped.

“Hee—please,” she whimpered.

Her voice cracked, shaking.

“I—I can’t—please, let me—”

But Heeseung only smirked.

He reached out, stroking her jaw with his thumb—his touch gentle, but his eyes dark.

“Not yet, baby,” he said, tone soaked in amusement.

“You can take a little more, can’t you?”

Tears pricked her eyes.

She was too far gone.

Too sensitive. Too desperate.

But Heeseung wasn’t finished.

Still buried between her thighs, Sunghoon chuckled.

“You heard him, baby,” he taunted, licking her once more.

“You don’t get to cum yet.”

A broken sob slipped from her lips as her body trembled violently.

She was caught—trapped in that cruel, high edge of pleasure with no release.

Jay and Jake sat still—watching, their restraint wearing thinner by the second.

Y/N’s lips parted again, her voice a whisper of desperation.

“Please, Hee—I really can’t—please, let me—”

Before she could finish—“That’s enough, Hoon.”

Heeseung’s voice was calm. Steady. Final.

Sunghoon groaned, clearly unsatisfied, but he obeyed.

He pulled back slowly, his mouth and fingers slipping away.

Y/N’s body twitched violently at the loss—still aching, still desperate, left right on the edge.

Now it was Heeseung’s turn.

“Such a good girl,” Heeseung praised, his voice low, controlled. “Take it deeper.”

Y/N obeyed.

Her tongue flattened against the underside of his cock, savoring the way he twitched against her.

She took him deeper—slow, careful—hollowing her cheeks as her throat tightened around him.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she nearly choked, the stretch and pressure making her gasp through her nose, but she didn’t stop.

She didn’t want to.

Heeseung let out a slow, shaky breath, his grip in her hair tightening. “Fuck, that’s it.”

Every few seconds, Heeseung would let out a quiet curse, his free hand gathering her hair in a makeshift ponytail, guiding her movements, his control slipping the deeper she took him.

From the side, Jake’s fists clenched. His jaw was tight, his breathing heavy.

Her body was on full display—completely bare, completely vulnerable. 

Y/N whimpered around Heeseung, the heat between her legs was unbearable, her core throbbing with need.

She was soaked—so overstimulated that the slickness dripped onto her inner thighs, gleaming under the dim lighting.

“Please…” she choked out between movements, voice muffled around him.

Heeseung’s eyes darkened. “Please, what, baby?”

She trembled, nails digging into his thighs. “Please—please, I need—”

Heeseung smirked, pulling himself from her mouth with a wet pop.

She gasped, blinking up at him, her lips swollen and glossy.

“Come on baby girl, let me hear those sounds,” he murmured, positioning himself lower, fingers brushing against her trembling thighs. “You’ve been holding back for too long.”

Without warning, his mouth was on her pussy.

A strangled cry tore from Y/N’s throat. Her head fell back, her hands flying to grip the sheets beneath her as Heeseung’s tongue flicked against her swollen clit.

“Oh my god Hee—fuck—”

Jake exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, trying—and failing—to suppress the groan that rumbled from his chest.

“Holy fuck,” Sunghoon muttered, watching her reaction with pure hunger in his gaze.

Jay’s fingers twitched against his thigh, his breathing uneven.

Heeseung didn’t let up.

He sucked at her sensitive clit, slow and teasing.

She was already leaking, her arousal spilling over as he swiped his tongue down to lap at the slick dripping from her entrance.

His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open wider, keeping her exactly where he wanted—helpless, trembling, completely at his mercy.

She was shaking.

Overstimulated.

On the brink of tears, her chest heaving, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.

“Hee—Hee, I can’t—I’m gonna cum—please—”

Heeseung hummed against her, the vibrations sending another shockwave through her body.

“Cum for me, baby.”

Her body arched, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she shattered, her release gushing all over Heeseung’s mouth.

He didn't stop. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he lapped up every drop, his grip tightening on her trembling thighs, holding her down—making her take every second of it.

And that was the moment Jake snapped.

“Fuck it.”

He shoved his shirt over his head, stripping down in one swift motion, his restraint finally shattering into pieces.

Jay and Sunghoon turned toward him, their eyes widening slightly—but Jake barely registered them.

His focus was solely on Y/N.

On the way she was laid out in front of them, completely wrecked.

On the way her body twitched with aftershocks, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

On the way her thighs were still trembling, her slick coating Heeseung’s lips and chin, shining under the dim light.

Jake was already bare, watching—stroking himself with no shame. His hand moved in slow, deliberate motions, his eyes locked onto Y/N’s trembling body, completely undone beneath them.

“Fucking hell,” he exhaled, his voice thick with hunger. “You look so pretty when you fall apart, sweetheart.”

Y/N’s breath was ragged, her body still twitching from her high. She barely had time to process before Heeseung was moving up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

“Taste yourself, baby,” he murmured against her mouth, licking into her, making sure she taste every bit of her own slick against his tongue.

She whimpered softly, her breath hitching into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Jake moved closer, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. A sharp exhale left his lips as his strokes quickened, his jaw clenching.

Heeseung pulled away slightly, his lips still grazing Y/N’s, his breath warm against her swollen lips. His gaze flickered to Jake, eyes gleaming with something dark.

“Clean her up.”

Jake didn’t hesitate.

His hunger took over.

He moved forward, gripping her thighs, spreading her apart once more—before diving in.

Y/N let out a choked gasp, her back arching slightly as Jake’s tongue flattened against her folds.

“Oh, fuck, Jake—”

Jake groaned against her, his grip tightening. “So fucking sweet,” he murmured before sucking gently on her clit. “Gotta clean up all this mess, huh, sweetheart?”

Y/N whimpered, her thighs trembling.

Heeseung leaned back, leisurely stroking himself as he watched. His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes drinking in the sight.

“That’s it, Jake,” he mused, his voice laced with amusement. “Make sure you don’t miss a drop.”

Jake hummed in response, his tongue flicking over her swollen bud.

Y/N’s entire body jolted—overwhelmed, overstimulated.

She had just came, and now, Jake wasn’t even giving her a second to recover.

His tongue was relentless, lapping up every drop of her release, dragging her back to the edge before she could even catch her breath.

Her thighs trembled, her stomach tightening, her body shaking from both the sensitivity and the way Jake was devouring her without mercy.

From the side, Sunghoon let out a sharp exhale. His fingers twitched. His jaw clenched. His self-control was hanging by a thread.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck this,” he muttered under his breath.

In one swift motion, he stripped, shoving his shirt over his head and pushing his pants down. His cock sprang free—aching, throbbing, desperate for relief.

Jay swallowed hard, still watching from the side, his fists clenching against his thighs, his breathing uneven.

Sunghoon’s fingers wrapped around his length, stroking himself slowly as his heated gaze stayed fixed on Y/N—on the way she writhed under Jake’s mouth, on the way her body trembled with every stroke of his tongue.

He moved closer.

“Shit, you’re so fucking messy, baby,” Sunghoon groaned, his grip tightening. His voice was thick, dripping with need. “Look at you—still dripping all over yourself.”

Y/N twitched at his words, something stirring deep in her gut.

“Fuck, Jake—” she gasped, her fingers reaching out, tangling in Jake’s hair.

Jake let out a muffled groan, his hands gripping her thighs harder, his tongue working her clit with even more fervor.

Her resolve was crumbling.

She was overwhelmed. Overstimulated. Her body trembled violently, her breath coming out in shallow, desperate gasps.

Her eyes snapped to Heeseung, glassy, desperate.

“Hee—please,” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung cocked his head, stroking himself lazily. “Please, what, baby?”

“I—I need—” She was struggling to form words, her body betraying her.

Heeseung chuckled, reaching down to brush his knuckles over her cheek. “Oh, my baby girl. You wanna cum again, don’t you?”

Tears welled in her eyes.

She nodded. “Please.”

His smirk widened.

“Not yet.”

A strangled sob caught in her throat.

Jake groaned against her, feeling her body tighten under him, her thighs twitching around his head.

Sunghoon cursed, his hand moving faster over himself. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill us.”

Heeseung exhaled slowly, stroking himself leisurely, his expression unreadable—until his lips curled into a smirk.

Then, his eyes shifted.

This time—not to Y/N.

To Sunghoon.

Sunghoon’s hand stilled on his length, his brows lifting slightly as he met Heeseung’s gaze.

Heeseung tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Come on, baby,” he murmured, dragging his fingers down Y/N’s flushed cheek. “Suck him off.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Sunghoon inhaled sharply.

Then, he moved.

The mattress dipped as he approached, his body tense, his cock throbbing as he settled in front of her. His eyes were locked onto hers, flickering with hunger, with anticipation.

“Open up, baby,” he rasped, his voice hoarse.

Y/N obeyed, her lips parting, her body still trembling as she wrapped her mouth around his swollen tip.

Sunghoon’s breath stuttered, a low curse slipping past his lips as he buried his fingers in her damp hair, guiding her deeper.

“Fuck—just like that.”

Meanwhile, Jake was still between her thighs, still working her relentlessly—his tongue stroking her, his fingers spreading her open, tasting the desperation on her skin. 

Y/N moaned around Sunghoon’s length, her body arching as the overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume her.

Jake groaned against her, sucking harder. He was relentless, his tongue dipping into Y/N’s soaked entrance before flicking back up to her swollen clit, repeating the motion until she was trembling beneath him. His grip on her thighs tightened, holding her in place as he devoured her like he was starved.

Sunghoon cursed above her, his grip tightening in her hair.

Heeseung just sat back, stroking himself slowly, watching it all unfold.

Y/N couldn’t stop the moans spilling from her lips—but with Sunghoon buried in her mouth, all she could manage were muffled whimpers, her body twitching, her hips rolling against Jake’s tongue, desperate for more.

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, feeling the vibrations from her muffled moans. His jaw clenched, his fingers threading into her hair as she kept working him, her tongue dragging over every inch of him.

“Shit… she’s falling apart already.” His voice was low, thick with arousal.

Jake groaned into her, the vibrations making her whimper around Sunghoon. His tongue flicked over her clit again, sending another jolt through her. “So fucking wet for me, sweetheart,” he murmured against her folds. “You taste so fucking sweet.”

“Of course she is.” Heeseung smirked from the side, his strokes slow and lazy as he watched her squirm. “Look at her. Just a messy little plaything, dripping all over Jake’s face.”

Y/N whimpered around Sunghoon, her whole body trembling at the words.

Jake licked another stripe up her folds before sucking harshly on her clit, making her jolt.

She couldn’t take it.

Sunghoon slipped from her mouth with a wet pop, a thin trail of saliva still connecting her lips to his tip as she gasped for air, her swollen lips parting, her body quivering.

His jaw tightened at the sight—her dazed, wrecked expression, her chest heaving. Lazily, he stroked himself, watching her, completely enthralled.

“Fuck—Jake, please!” she cried, her thighs quivering in his grip.

Sunghoon chuckled darkly, his lips curling. “She’s begging already?”

Jake only hummed against her, flicking his tongue over her clit again, drawing another desperate whimper from her lips.

Heeseung tilted his head, his smirk widening. His gaze flickered toward Jay, who was still tense, watching intently but holding back.

“Come on,” Heeseung taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. “Don’t you wanna play with our little plaything?”

Jay exhaled sharply. His fingers twitched against his thigh.

Y/N was barely coherent, pleasure crashing through her in waves, but she turned her head toward Jay, eyes hazy, lips swollen and slick.

“Jay—” her voice cracked, desperate. “Please.”

That was it.

Jay snapped.

He stood abruptly, yanking his shirt over his head before shoving his sweats down, exposing his painfully hard cock.

Jake barely had time to pull back before Jay was moving between Y/N’s legs, gripping her thighs as he pressed his mouth against her dripping heat.

The second his tongue flicked over her swollen clit, Y/N let out a strangled moan, arching against the sheets.

Jay groaned against her, his grip tightening. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His voice was breathless, thick with need. He licked another stripe through her folds, his tongue pressing against her entrance before dragging back up.

“So fucking pretty, princess,” Jay murmured between kisses. “Trembling for me like this.”

He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking hard, making her entire body jolt.

“Taste even better than I imagined,” he muttered, breath hot against her skin. “So fucking sweet.”

Jake swallowed thickly, his grip tightening around his cock as his other hand kneaded her breast, rolling the soft flesh between his fingers. He tweaked her nipple, watching the way Y/N’s back arched into his touch.

Heeseung wss still stroking himself, eyes locked onto her as she struggled.

“Good girl,” he murmured, watching her squirm beneath them. His cock twitched in his cum, his strokes slow, teasing. “Your’re doing so well.”

Jay moaned against her, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers digging into her thighs to keep her still.

Y/N sobbed out a breath, her entire body trembling. Jay’s tongue, Heeseung’s voice, the overwhelming pleasure—it was too much.

“Fuck— I can’t—” Her voice was breathless, wrecked.

Heeseung smirked, tilting his head, his tone smooth, taunting.

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, his voice dripping with amusement. “You wanna cum, don’t you? Go on then.”

That was it. That was all it took.

“Shit—Jay—I’m gonna—”

Y/N shattered.

Her breath hitched—

Her back arched—

And then she squirted.

Her release coated Jay’s lips, dripping down her thighs, pooling onto the sheets beneath her.

Jay groaned against her, licking her through her climax, lapping up every drop like he was addicted to her taste.

Jake cursed under his breath, his hand faltering as he stared at the mess she made. “Fuck,”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around his cock. “Shit, that was so fucking hot.”

Jay finally pulled away, his lips glistening, his tongue flicking over his lower lip as he met Heeseung’s gaze.

Heeseung exhaled slowly, his gaze dark, calculating.

Then—he smirked.

Without a word, he positioned himself between Y/N’s legs, his cock heavy in his palm as he nudged the thick head of his length against her soaked folds. He dragged himself along her slit, spreading her wetness but never pushing in, the obscene sound filling the room.

Not yet.

Y/N’s body jolted slightly at the teasing sensation, her thighs tensing, hands clutching at nothing. She was desperate—aching to feel something inside her.

“Please,” she muttered, so soft that Heeseung almost didn’t hear it.

Then—Jay stepped forward, cock in hand.

His voice was low. Commanding.

“Open up, princess.”

She barely processed the words before parting her lips.

He swiped his cock across her mouth, slow and deliberate, before finally pushing in.

The deep groan that rumbled from Jay’s chest sent a fresh wave of heat straight through her, making her thighs clench helplessly.

At the same time, Jake was still beside her, kneeling at her side, his cock hard and twitching. His hand palmed her breast, fingers teasing her nipple.

Y/N reached for him blindly, her fingers wrapping around his cock. She began to stroke him—slow, teasing, unsteady from the haze of pleasure Heeseung was still dragging out of her.

Sunghoon, now positioned at the side, stroked himself, watching the sight before him unfold. His hand worked up and down his cock, quiet, ragged breaths escaping him as his gaze locked onto Y/N’s mouth stretched around Jay, her small hand pumping Jake, her legs still spread wide for Heeseung.

And then—Heeseung picked up his pace.

He gripped the base of his cock, dragging his tip up and down her entrance with more pressure, rubbing against her swollen clit before dipping lower, teasing her core.

Y/N whimpered around Jay, the vibrations making his hips stutter forward.

“Fuck,” Jay groaned, his fingers twitching in her hair as her tongue worked over him.

“God, you look so fucking good like this,” Jake rasped, breath uneven as she stroked him faster. His head tilted back slightly, brows furrowed in pleasure.

“Such a good girl,” Sunghoon exhaled, his hand moving faster over himself. “Taking all of us like this… fuck, baby.”

As she heard those words, her strokes on Jake quickened, her grip tightening around him.

Meanwhile, Heeseung continued his torturous pace between her legs, dragging his cock along her clit over and over—spreading her open, building the pressure, pulling her right to the edge.

Her body shuddered violently, the coil in her stomach winding impossibly tight.

Then, Heeseung increased his speed.

The motion was sharp, precise, his cock swiping rapidly over her swollen clit—

And it shattered her.

A strangled moan tore from her throat, muffled around Jay’s cock as she suddenly squirt all over Heeseung’s cock, soaking him in her release.

Jay groaned sharply, his hips jerking forward at the intense vibration against his cock.

“Shit—just like that, princess.”

Y/N released Jay from her mouth with a gasp, breath hitching, her lips slick and parted as she tried to steady herself.

At the same time, her hand slipped off Jake’s cock. He sucked in a breath, watching her body spasm, her legs trembling violently from the force of her orgasm.

“God,” Jake muttered, jaw clenched, voice low. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, gripping himself tighter, his strokes turning rough and desperate. “Fucking hell, baby—look at you, making such a mess.”

Heeseung groaned, looking down at the mess she had just made on him, his smirk deepening.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, dragging his soaked cock against her folds again. “That was so fucking hot.”

Y/N’s entire body trembled, oversensitive and overstimulated from her last orgasm, but the boys weren’t done with her.

Not even close.

Y/N barely had a moment to process before she felt Heeseung press against her entrance again. The thick head of his cock nudged at her slick folds, teasing, rubbing, spreading her wetness but not pushing in yet.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Ready, baby?” His voice was low, velvety, filled with dark amusement.

Before she could answer, another presence loomed in front of her—Sunghoon.

His cock hovered near her lips, his fingers finding her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

“Come on, baby,” he murmured, his thumb ghosting over her bottom lip. “Still got room for me, yeah?”

Y/N’s breath hitched, but she nodded, parting her lips to take him in.

“Fuck yes—just like that,” Sunghoon groaned, rolling his hips forward as she sucked him in deeper, her tongue tracing the sensitive vein along his length.

Meanwhile, Heeseung’s fingers dug into her hips, keeping her firmly in place as he continued gliding his cock through her folds. He took his time—slow, deliberate—coating himself in her arousal, dragging it out, savoring every second.

“Look at you,” Jake murmured from the side, his hand stroking himself lazily. “So fucking desperate to please us.”

Y/N whimpered around Sunghoon’s cock, the overstimulation making her entire body shudder.

“You love this, don’t you?” Jay added, his voice low, amused. His hands roamed her exposed body, fingers finding her breasts. He rolled one of her nipples between his fingertips—tugging, teasing—leaning in close, his breath warm against her flushed skin.

“Being our pretty little plaything?”

Y/N moaned around Sunghoon, the vibration making his cock twitch in her mouth.

“Fuck, baby, keep doing that,” Sunghoon groaned, his fingers threading through her hair as he guided her pace—resisting the urge to thrust deeper. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

From the side, Jake leaned back, stroking himself slowly. His eyes were dark, heavy with lust, locked onto her completely.

“Shit,” he muttered, breath hitching. “I could watch this all fucking night.”

Heeseung let out a low chuckle, his patience finally reaching its limit, his grip on her hips tightening.

Then—he pushed inside her completely.

Y/N gasped, choking slightly on Sunghoon as Heeseung stretched her open, filling her inch by inch.

“Fuck, baby,” Heeseung groaned, his head tilting back as her walls clenched around him. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Sunghoon let out a strangled moan as Y/N’s mouth instinctively tightened around him in response to the intrusion. His hips twitched forward slightly before he forced himself to still.

“That’s it, baby,” Sunghoon murmured, his breath uneven, trying to hold himself together. “Take both of us like a good girl.”

Jay smirked, his hand trailing across her chest before fondling her breast, watching the way her body trembled between them.

“You’re fucking perfect like this, princess.”

Y/N could barely think. Her mouth was full of Sunghoon—her body completely overwhelmed, drowning in pleasure.

Then—she momentarily pulled away.

A broken moan tore from her lips as Heeseung’s grip on her hips tightened, his pace ruthless. Each deep thrust sent electrifying waves through her, leaving her completely at their mercy.

“Fuck, Hee—you feel so good,” she gasped, her voice trembling, wrecked.

Heeseung chuckled darkly, snapping his hips harder, making her jolt beneath him.

“Yeah, baby?” he murmured, his breath hot against her cheek. “You fucking like that?”

Without missing a beat, she found Sunghoon’s cock again and took him back into her mouth, her lips closing around him as she sucked with renewed desperation.

Sunghoon groaned, her lips trembling around his length, the vibrations making his hips stutter forward. His grip in her hair tightened, guiding her with a pace that grew more erratic by the second.

“Shit—she’s getting so fucking messy,” he gritted out, eyes locked on the way spit dripped from her lips, trailing down her chin.

Y/N whimpered, her hands reaching blindly, desperate for an anchor as every nerve in her body blazed. She was unraveling. Overwhelmed.

This time, her hand found Jay’s cock—still hard as he toyed with her breast—and she began stroking him mindlessly, caught in the haze.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” Jay taunted, voice low and amused. “Being passed around like a little plaything for us to use?”

Jake groaned, eyes locked on the wreckage between her legs as he stroked himself with tight, slow fists.

“Shit, look at her,” he panted. “She’s fucking dripping. You’re ruining her, Hee.”

Heeseung let out a low growl, snapping his hips into her harder, hitting deep, making her body jolt forward with every powerful thrust.

“You hear that, baby?” he murmured, his fingers bruising against her hips. “You’re making a fucking mess.”

Sunghoon moaned above her, his cock twitching as she struggled to keep up with him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his head tilting back slightly, brows furrowed in pleasure. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

And then—while Heeseung was slamming into her relentlessly—his thumb found her clit.

He circled it with precision, the pressure increasing, faster and faster, until Y/N couldn’t take it anymore.

She was unraveling. The pleasure was building too fast, too strong. Her entire body trembled, pushed to the brink—every muscle tensing, every breath shuddering.

She tried to cry out, to moan—but Sunghoon was still in her mouth. Her throat tightened around him as her jaw slackened in desperation.

“Hee—I—fuck, I can’t—”

Her words were muffled, broken around Sunghoon’s cock, her voice strangled by the pressure building inside her.

Heeseung smirked, leaning down so his lips grazed her ear.

“Cum for me, baby,” Heeseung murmured, his voice low, smooth—teasing. 

He didn’t let up. If anything, his pace grew more brutal—each thrust deeper, harder. His thumb rubbed tight, relentless circles over her clit, forcing her to the edge, holding her there until she shattered.

Her entire body tensed.

Then, she trembled violently, squirting all over him, her release coating his cock, her thighs shaking as she cried out, completely wrecked.

A strangled moan tore from her lips, her throat vibrating around Sunghoon as her walls clenched around Heeseung, holding him in a vice grip.

“Fuck—fuck,” Heeseung groaned, his pace stuttering for just a moment, his grip on her hips tightening.

Even after slowing his thrusts, he could still feel it—see it. Y/N was still squirting, her body trembling violently beneath him, completely and utterly wrecked.

His dark gaze flickered downward, watching the way she spasmed, the slickness coating his length, dripping down her thighs.

He smirked, voice deep, breathless. “Fuck, baby… you’re still squirting?”

Y/N whimpered weakly, her body shuddering, overstimulated—until, finally, it stopped.

A slow, open-mouthed kiss was pressed against her breast, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her flushed skin.

“You’re our good little plaything, aren’t you?”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, staring down at the mess she had made, the way her thighs still quivered, slick dripping onto Heeseung.

“Holy shit,” he panted. 

Sunghoon groaned, his teeth gritting together, his fingers curling around Y/N’s damp hair as he struggled to hold himself back.

“Fuck—I’m gonna—”

Heeseung cut him off, his voice smooth, a warning.

“Not yet, Hoon.”

Sunghoon let out a sharp exhale, his entire body stiff with restraint. He groaned, reluctantly pulling back, his cock twitching in his fist as he forced himself to hold back, his breath ragged.

Y/N gasped for air, her lips red and swollen, her body still trembling from the aftershocks as Heeseung’s relentless thrusts continued to rock her.

Jake, who had been watching intently, smirked as he reached out, dragging his thumb across her spit-soaked lips.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. “You’re so pretty when you’re desperate. I can’t take this anymore. Come on, Hee.”

Heeseung merely chuckled, his control unwavering.

Heeseung hummed, amusement lacing his tone. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

He drew out his next thrust, slow and deliberate, letting her feel every inch of him as he finally pulled out, groaning at the slickness coating his length.

Jay exhaled, dragging his tongue over his lower lip as he drank in the sight before him.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, fisting his cock at the sight of Y/N’s wrecked, trembling form.

“God, you’re such a mess,” he groaned. “So fucking perfect like this.”

Y/N could barely register their words, her mind clouded with pleasure, her body still pulsing from the intensity of her orgasm.

From the side, Sunghoon tilted his head, his smirk widening.

“You love this, don’t you?” His voice was teasing, dark. “Getting fucked stupid while we all use you?”

A desperate, broken whimper left her lips, her thighs twitching at his words.

Heeseung let out a quiet hum of amusement, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at him.

Y/N barely had time to catch her breath.

Because now—it was their turn.

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Are you a fan of the band EYES OF DEATH? Well they’re in town for Halloween! Ten songs! One night with Hunk Gojo as lead singer and the illustrious Suguru playing lead bass. Come down to the Shadowvale Coliseum to see them in action, you may be lucky to win backstage access!

“After all, you’re our biggest fan, yeah?” Suguru asked, a smile on his face as his palm tapped your cheek affectionately.

The sound of screaming coming from (mostly) women caused a ringing in your ears. But it wasn’t much of an inconvenience because you were screaming right along with them. Your eyes zeroed in on the lead, heart stammering at the fact that you were actually here, in person before your favorite band. Your favorite idol.

Gojo Satoru.

This time you didn’t have to gush over him in the new issue of Kaisen Times magazine, or smile when you see the million posters hanging up in the walls of your bedroom. He was literally feet from you as you were blessed to have stage side seats. He was definitely sexier up close. His messy white locks whipped with every nod of his head, as his slightly sweaty face was mostly framed by stray strands of silver.

You wish you could see his eyes but they were hidden by his signature frames which didn’t make you feel too bad. You watched as his hand came down hard to deliver one final riff. The crowd went wild as did you. He rocked back on his heels, a genuine wide smile gracing his features as he scanned his fans. When he turned in your direction, you could've sworn he was looking directly at you as his gaze seemed to remain on you for a few seconds longer. While you thought it was silly, a part of you hoped he was and your heart sped up at the thought.

His smile seemed to almost widen though as he then gripped the mic.

“How about another one? Why don’t you let me hear your lovely voices one more time?” He cupped a hand to his ear, nodding as the crowd, you included, began to scream again.

“That’s what I like to hear!” He turned back to his band mates, whispering to the one closest to him which you immediately recognized as Suguru. His dark and typically flowing locks were tied back into a messy bun, a few pieces slicking to the sides of his neck. He muttered something back to the other band mates and Gojo returned to the microphone, his mouth open in a wide smile,

“You ready?” He purred.

Everyone screamed yes! and as he counted off, the building was drowned once more in an electrifying riff of another one of his songs.

…

By the end of his concert, his shirt was drenched with sweat as he spent the rest of his energy jumping around on stage.

As he bid a goodbye to the crowd, you met his gaze. Or so you thought. You just knew he looked in your direction once more before whispering something to his bandmate, Suguru, who gave you a quick look over before disappearing behind the curtain.

You remained there, looking at the very spot he stood, wishing that he was still there. You clutched a rolled up paper to your chest, your grip tightening when someone bumped into you from behind.

It was silly but you had hoped you would’ve caught him before he left to sign it. Sure the image was a couple years old but it was your favorite and with his scribbled signature in the corner of it, you knew it’d finally be perfect.

But what you also knew was how wild his concerts ended. Groupies typically tried to sneak their way back only to be stopped by heightened security. You’ve heard rumors of some succeeding and bragging that Gojo and the band definitely made their nights.

With a sigh, you turned, watching the crowd slowly grow smaller as sweaty and exhausted bodies trickled out the exits. A headache was forming and even though you didn’t get your autograph, you were still content with seeing your favorite rock idol perform. But now, all you wanted to do was go home and sleep. Maybe encounter him in your dreams as you’d done in the past.

You were trudging along with the crowd when you heard a low, ‘psst’.

You wouldn’t have paid much attention to it if it had only happened once. But when it was heard again, this time a bit more persistent, you whipped your head around only to be met with nameless faces of the crowd.

But then you heard, “Here.”

Off to the side was a man in a black leather jacket with a cap on his head. You wanted to ignore him and keep following the crowd to the exits but something about his demeanor seemed familiar. You hesitantly broke away from the horde and ducked off to the side, accidentally tripping into his chest.

“Careful darlin’” You gasped softly at his voice, recognizing it to sound like…

The man pulled you further onto the side wing, and away from the crowd until reaching a corridor. He pulled his hat back, allowing raven locks to fall around his face.

“M-Mister Suguru?”

“Getou,”He glanced down at your arms crossed over your chest, holding something rolled. He glanced back up at your face which was lit up almost innocently at the fact that you were standing in front of a member of your favorite band. He smirked. How cute.

“Poster?” He asked, turning on his heels sharply. He didn’t give a warning or any explanation, he just began walking down the hallway, silently expecting you to follow. You stuttered before your feet moved, trying to catch up to his brisk pace.

“U-Uh yeah...I um…I wanted Gojo’s autograph.”

“And not mine?” He turned his head, a smile playing loosely at his lips. His gaze made you avert yours as your face swarmed with heat. You were mainly focused on the fact that you were actually inches from him, following him and talking to him. He wasn’t Gojo Satoru sure, but Getou Suguru was just as great a musician. And an even sexier man.

You passed by a few other band members and technician crew and a part of you felt a bit nervous.

“A-Are you sure I should be back here?” You asked him after a moment of silence. He only shoved his hands into his pocket without acknowledging your question as he continued to make his way down the darkening hallway. Something about this felt a bit off but you didn’t give into your trepidation. Instead you continued to trudge nervously behind him. Still, you placed your hand into your coat pocket to feel for your phone.

After another moment or so, he rounded a corner until stopping in front of the door at the end of the hall. From behind him, you could see the name, GOJO SATORU & EYES OF DEATH ☆ in bold, white script, centered in the middle of a large star. Your stomach flipped as you read his name over and over again. Was this actually real?

“You want to meet him right?” He could practically hear you nodding excitedly before sighing. A soft rap from a knuckles later and you heard Gojo’s voice from the other end asking who it was.

“Getou,” Was what he responded with before turning the door knob. He stepped back and gestured for you to enter, and you did so, your eyes remaining on your boot clad feet. After hearing the door shut behind you however, the sound sealing you into your fate, you looked up.

The first thing you noticed was the man sitting across the room, cross-legged on the floor. In his arms was a guitar, not the bass he rocked to during the concert. Slender fingers strummed against the strings, the notes melancholic and unfamiliar. The tune carried throughout the space accompanying the soft humming you heard from him.

Gojo glanced up only briefly, a smirk on his features as you nervously made your way further into the large dressing room. He let out a few more notes, this time save for his humming.

“Erm…” You glanced back toward Suguru. What were you supposed to do? Or say? Your mind ran a mile a minute contemplating what your next choice of words would be. You couldn’t believe that you were here standing in the very dressing room of your rock idol, the Gojo Satoru and you didn't want to screw up your first impression with something stupid.

You heard shuffling from in front of you and turned to see that he was standing. Placing the guitar against the wall, he then stretched, the position drawing up his t-shirt in the process. You couldn’t keep your eyes from falling to the distinctive toning of his waist and abdomen as they flashed before you. After you heard a chuckle, you looked away, hoping that he didn’t catch your staring.

“You a fan?” His voice was like velvet, soft and alluring and even more sexier than it was when he was singing on stage. A wide smile followed his question, drawing your attention to the dazzling rows of pearly whites. A few seconds later is when you collected yourself, eyes roaming back up to his that were hidden behind his shades.

“Y-Yeah,” You start carefully, heart strumming wildly in your chest.

“A-A big fan actually! I’ve been a fan for years and have come to every single concert.” Okay, so maybe you didn’t need to disclose that last part. Gojo only smiled warmly.

“Oh yeah? And what’s your favorite track?” He leaned down in front of the vanity, inspecting something on his face. You took a moment to mentally dig through what you knew of his discography. He had plenty of amazing songs, all of which touched you one way or another.

“I would have to say...Blindfolds,” He let out a surprised noise as he turned to look at you. He was quite surprised by your response. He felt that track wasn’t his best after it was published and honestly, paid no further worry about it.

He expected you to favorite one of his more popular tracks, one of which he always heard his fans request that he sing.

Under his scrutinizing gaze, you felt heat prickling at your skin.

“I-I just really like the way it speaks to me. And your use of the clever metaphors within the lyrics give it a much greater meaning than what it was meant to be. And even though it was made clear that the song was about everyone in a way, I couldn't help but wonder whether or not…” He cocked his head, hidden, blue eyes glinting as he nodded for you to go on.

“W-Whether or not if it was really about you.” Silence enveloped the space and every second you remained under it, nervousness crept in bit by bit. Perhaps you said too much. Here was one of the top rock stars standing in front of you, listening as you picked apart one of his songs.

“I-I’m sorry if I over-” He interrupted you with laughter. It wasn’t cruel or mocking, but genuine. And coming from him, it was music to your heated ears. He moved toward you, his sudden movement causing you to stagger back some.

“Look kid, I appreciate your dedication but I think you’re reading too much into it,” He gave a small friendly ruffle to the top of your head, and you bit back a squeal. He touched you.

“She’s real cute,” He remarked behind you, toward the other man, who you honestly forgot was even still here.

“I knew you’d think so. But how about we move things along? The manager has been calling my phone like crazy wondering where you’ve run off to this time.”

“Right,” He turned back towards you, a toothy grin present on his features. His eyes then ventured down to what you were still cradling in your arms.

“What’s this?” He pointed. You glanced down at the rolled poster, your face warming immediately.

“I had wanted an autograph,” You stuttered, voice barely audible.

“S‘at so?” You nodded. He held his hand out and you hesitantly placed it. You watched as he unrolled it and the way his brows shut up in surprise.

“Is something wrong?” You were quick to question, craning your neck to what he was seeing. Oh God, did you spill something on it? Did you accidentally grab the wrong poster from your wall? Like the one with old childish writing on it with, My husband! If that was the case then you weren’t sure what you’d-

“Just surprised is all. This was actually my favorite photoshoot. Guru, you remember that one?” He turned the poster around so his friend could see. Suguru chuckled at the sight, a part of him thinking that it was only his favorite because he ended up seducing the photographer. Gojo turned, moving back to his vanity. From the plethora of makeup brushes, his fingers closed around a dark sharpie. You couldn’t see what he was scribbling as you craned your neck, but it sounded like more than just his name. With a smile, he recapped the marker and held the poster out as if to admire his penmanship and rolled it back up.

He then held it out to you and right when you were about to grab it, he pulled it away.

“You know, you’re real cute,” He muttered, a finger reaching under your chin. “And you’re my biggest fan, you said?”

He was so close, so much that you could smell the subtleness of mint and beer. You were immediately drawn in, your eyes fluttering down to the sight of his kissable lips, which were parted slightly. He nudged your chin up to refocus your attention. What was the question again?

“Y-Yes?”

“You don’t sound so sure.” He teased.

“Yes, I’m your biggest fan.” You whisper. Sitting down your rolled poster, he took off his shades, revealing a pair of lustfully blown blue eyes. Brighter than any lake during sunrise. You could get lost in them forever and it was no longer a surprise why he wore his shades all the time.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his heavy gaze, which was just as well because before you could register anything, his lips were on yours, soft and tentative. It took you a second before you began to move your lips in sync with his.

He groaned against your mouth, deepening the exchange with a suggestive swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip. Parting your lips, his tongue shoved through, wild as it thrashed against your own.

Gojo explored your mouth, taking in the way you practically melted against him. He began to walk you backwards until your knees met the back of the couch. He pulled away to watch you stumble onto its surface, panting and flustered from the kiss.

He straightened to shrug out his coat before leaning back down to recapture your lips in another heated embrace. His hands trailed down your body, paying attention to where to press and grope that caused you to whimper. He loved the sound. The sweet, sweet gasps of women beneath his touch could top any riff he played.

Eventually, his lips moved away to press open mouth kisses to the side of your jaw and neck, every now and then sucking marks into your skin. His hand pushed under your shirt, dragging the garment oup in the process until he broke away to pull it off you.

“You’re so fucking hot babe,” He muttered, cerulean eyes trailed over your body, over the hot and bothered state you were in. Gojo’s hands smoothed over your neck, trailing down to your bra-covered breasts, until stopping at the hem of your skirt. You nodded before he shoved them up your waist, hips lifting up slightly for him push them up further until it was bunched around your tummy to reveal your cute panties. He looked down, grinning at the sight of the cotton material pressed snugly against your crotch.

“Cute,” He murmured. Instinctively, you tried closing your legs, bashful at his heavy gaze and comment but he shifted down until he was on his knees, in between them.

“No need to be shy,” His voice was so compelling; you slowly relaxed, your eyes never leaving his as Gojo’s fingers curled into the waistband of your panties. Your legs tightened against each other but with an almost warning glance cast upward from his eyes, they relaxed and he proceeded to slide them down with more ease.

“That’s it. So fucking beautiful…” He tugged them against your ankles, before they were placed on the small coffee table. He moved his eyes down to the sight in between your legs, inspecting the glisten coating your puffy lips.

Seconds later, you arched your back at the sensation of his hot tongue pressing flat against your slit, as he dragged the surface of it up and down in slow and deliberate movements. He kept a firm grip on your hips as he delved in deeper, maneuvering the appendage past your slick folds and into your hole, flicking and dipping between your plush walls. His fingers then replace his tongue, curling and stretching against your insides. His lips moved to your clit where he suckled and nipped gently, drawing out a unintentionally loud moan from you.

His fingers sped up, creating a wet squelch with every thrust into your cunt. Gasping, your fingers dug into the material of the couch as you found yourself getting lost in the pleasure he created.

Suguru, seeming to have come from nowhere, then moved beside you, gripping your chin to lift your head up in his direction. Despite your hesitance, he managed to press his lips against yours roughly. After a moment you began to give in, allowing his feverish tongue to slip past your lips and into your mouth, the exchange heated between lips and teeth. He grew harder in his pants to the feel of your lips and at the sound of his friend slurping away at your cunt.

A hand crept down to your clit, taking the place of Gojo’s fingers as he began to press tight circles against the area. Your hips bucked off of the couch and against Gojo’s face, smothering him against your pussy. He released a prolonged groan at the sight of the exchange happening between you and the two men.

Pulling away, the male licked away a trail of saliva from your lips before dipping a bit lower to lick and suck against your neck.

“Suguru,” You whimpered.

“Getou,” He corrected against your skin, trailing his lips down to your breasts. His calloused hands roughly kneaded each mound. His teeth teased at your nipples, grinding gently on the hardening buds before tugging softly to release with a soft pop. Just as he pulled away, a ringing sounded throughout the space.

“Dammit,” He muttered, bringing out his phone. Gojo pulled away from your pussy, his mouth soaked in your juices as he looked up at the brunette.

���Manager’ He mouthed, moving towards the door.

“What? Yes…” The door shut behind him, leaving you and the lead singer alone in the dressing room.

He stood, pulling off his shirt, your eyes immediately dropping to his skin. You watched with rapt focus as he then plopped down a foot or so away from you.

“Come over here,” He instructed, throwing his arms across the back of the couch. You moved closer to him, your pussy clenching in need.

Slender fingers wrapped against the nape of your neck pulling you closer toward him. His lips smashed against yours, as he wasted no time in shoving his tongue past your lips. A moan was muffled from your mouth as his grip tightened in your hair to pull you closer, the taste of your essence melting on your tongue.

He pulled away to give another soft tug at your roots, urging your head up at an angle. His lips lowered to bite and suckle marks into your skin, partly in hope to cover his friend’s. When he pulled away, his eyelids were heavy over his lust filled eyes as they ran over your face and down your body.

“You’re still my biggest fan?” A few beats passed before you nodded, eliciting a soft smile to form on his face. He then moved to undo his belt, shoving his dark jeans down to reveal his dark boxers. Through the material, you could see that he was very much excited.

“Show me then.” He urged, shifting into a more lax position with his legs spread wide open.

You swallowed thickly before partially positioning yourself over his lap, level with the prominent bulge. Your eyes the subtle trail of white that lined his abdomen and disappeared into his boxers.

With shaky hands, you moved to curl your fingers around the rim of them and pulled them down enough for his thick cock to spring free, hard and long as it kissed his abdomen. You could then feel his hand pressed up against the back of your head, urging you down toward his dick.

“Good. Now open your mouth.” He cooed. You did so, closing your eyes at what was to come.

“Wider,” He muttered, heatedly. It took a bit of effort as you felt the warmth of his cock moving past your lips. Your head lowered until the heaviness of his cock pressed against your tongue.

“Yeah, like that.” He sighed, hips hitching against your mouth. His dick was thick on your tongue and you could taste more and more saltiness melting on your tastebuds.

“Fuck, your teeth babe...Watch your teeth.” He groaned, nails digging into your scalp. You sputtered around his shaft, sending spittles of drool to drip from the corners of your mouth. Your jaw ached from the stretch as he continued to urge your head down and up against his cock. In the midst of it all, you heard the soft creak of the door opening and closing.

“I see you’ve gotten started already,” Suguru’s low hum broke the sound of your unadulterated slurping. You opened your eyes to see the dark pair of shoes a few feet away, unmoving.

“The—fuck—The manager?” Gojo asked, almost breathlessly.

“I got’er off our backs for at least an hour. Told her you wanted to rest.”

“Good. That bitch needs to learn patience anyway,” You released an unintentional moan at his harsh words, finding them to be almost uncharacteristic for the male. Your eyes closed again as you tried to focus on the task at hand as Gojo’s eyes narrowed, staring down at the sight below.

He then connected his gaze with his friend before a wide grin stretched across his face.

“She’s real good. Damn, it feels amazing.” Stomach fluttering, you moved your mouth down lower, taking another inch as you sucked in your cheeks to provide more of a suction. The change in your movements took the male by surprise because he released a strangled groan, in the process, shoving you down further, making you gag and choke around his girth. Sweat beaded along Gojo’s skin as you continued to suck him off, white strands of his hair sticking against the sides of his face.

From behind you, the feeling of the couch sinking with more weight didn’t go unnoticed. Seconds later you felt a warm hand brushing against your ass, running soothing circles against the flesh.

Suguru’s hands moved to creep to your waist, pulling away at the waistband of your skirt which was bunched around the area. You were now completely bare before both men and couldn’t help the pathetic sounding whimper that arose at the notion.

“What a good little fan. You know, you’re really doin’ me a service,” Satoru chuckled. In his words, you felt a sudden surge of validation course through you. The way he spoke to you caused a fluttering in your tummy.

At the end of the day it seemed like you just wanted to please him, your idol. When he said things about how good you were making him feel, well it caused something else to stir within you, flourishing before you could have the time to force it back.

Suguru noticed the way your thighs clenched together but it was different this time. His fingers sought out your warmth and was happy to find you practically dripping.

“I think she’s loving it,” You heard him purr as he continued to run his digits along your slit. You didn’t deny it but you wished that you hadn’t looked up into Gojo’s eyes.

He groaned at the look you gave him through your lashes. As much as he wanted this moment to last longer, he knew he needed to pull away before he busted in your mouth. He needed to save himself for the main event and that was having you crying and cumming all over his cock as he fucked you. You felt a tug on your hair as you were pulled away.

“Stand up.” You rose shakily to your feet, watching as Gojo shoved his boxers away completely as Suguru was next to you, discarding his own clothing wordlessly. Gojo shifted back onto the couch, a knee pressed onto one of the cushions and his other foot planted firmly on the floor.

“Here.” Without further protest, you moved in front of him on your hands and knees, your pussy aching for attention. Which you knew he was happy to give as you felt the swollen head of his cock teasing against your folds. His breath fanned your ear from behind as he continued to slick his cock between your lips.

You’re so wet, providing his still glistening cock with enough lubrication to push through with little resistance. You groaned at the stretch, nails digging crescents into your palm. He inched his way in, slow and deliberate for every vein to drag pleasurably against your walls. His grip on your hips tightened once he was fully seated, his pelvis flush against your plush ass.

He took a moment to gather himself before pulling out partly and thrusting in once more, ripping out a strangled cry from your throat. Tears brimmed your outer vision as he then thrusted back in, harsh and more rougher than before. His knee buckled a bit in the act causing him to lean against you as he found his ground once more.

“Fuck!” He gritted as his cock throbbed within your tightness. After a few more experimental strokes, he found his rhythm, as ironic as it seemed for the guy. He continued to grunt as his pelvis continued to slam against your ass, his cock plunging deep into your pussy. Your head lolled forward, your noises becoming louder as pleasure surged through your body.

You then feel fingers entangling in your roots as your head was tilted upwards to meet the dark eyes of Suguru. He was mere inches from you, his hand fisting languidly at his cock. His thumb swiped the bead of arousal that accumulated at the slit and you couldn’t keep yourself from licking your lips at the bothered state he seemed to be in.

“Do me a favor,” Gojo huffed from behind. Without further instruction, your mouth opened and Suguru moved forward, his cock breaching your lips to rest heavy on your tongue. You tried to work it along the length of his shaft as you bobbed your head along but with the rate of Gojo’s thrusts against you, it was a bit difficult.

Suguru noticed this and adjusted his body so that he also had a knee braced against the cushion. His hands moved to the sides of your head, stilling you as his hips surged forward in shallow movements.

“That’s it darlin,” He said softly, his eyes rolling slightly. “Be a good little fan and take it nice and deep.”

After trying to keep up some more, you eventually stilled completely— slack jawed, tongue lolled out, allowing the male to use your mouth as he pleased. Drool seeped down in thick strands at the corners as he continued to thrust into your wet hole, inching himself deeper and deeper.

You suddenly gag at the feel of a hand striking against your ass. Gojo watched as you arched your back at the sting it brought, a dark grin gracing his features as you tightened around him.

“Fuck...You like that?” Another blow was delivered as another wanton moan escaped you. His hands gripped both your ass cheeks, spreading them apart for a much clearer view of his slickened cock disappearing into your needy cunt. He eyed your tight, winking hole above that and ran his thumb along the rim, taking in the way your body practically rippled in excitement from the unfamiliar stimulation.

“I think you may be my favorite, love,” He mumbled more to himself. But you caught it and felt a new sense of pride in his words. You strained your ears for the way he sucked in his breath at your clenching walls until he leant down, hard chest pressed flush against your back.

“You like that? Being called my favorite?” You tried to nod your head the best you could with your mouth full.

“How about I bring you back after all my shows. You’ll be our little stress reliever, my little plaything I can use as I want. Fuck, I can tell you’re...Mmm, keen to the idea,” His hands pressed against your ass, spreading them apart once more as he thrusted in deeper inside of you.

You choked, pulling away from Suguru’s cock, mewling and completely overwhelmed with nothing but lust.

“After all, you’re our biggest fan, yeah?” Suguru asked, a smile on his face as his palm tapped your cheek affectionately. At his purring words, you shuddered and tightened, lowering your head to release a choked cry. Your orgasm came sudden and intense, completely overtaking your senses as your legs felt like pudding.

Gojo chuckled breathlessly, taking note of how sensitive you were to his words. He paused briefly to let you ride out your release until he pulled out. Giving a nod to his friend, he gave your ass a final smack, watching your skin ripple upon contact.

Without giving much time to catch your breath, you felt fingers in your hair, pulling your head up until your eyes met those dark pair.

“Get up.” Suguru mumbled. You shakily rose to your feet, your legs buckling seconds after. Thankfully, Gojo caught you with a tight grip on your arm, and an amused smile stretching across his face.

Suguru settled back against the couch, his hand running along his slick cock. He gestured at you with a spin of his finger and you turned around before feeling his hands on your hips to pull you flush against his body.

He positioned your body above his lap, his hands supporting you with the grip on your hips as your feet were planted on either side of his thighs. You leaned back against his chest, shuddering at the feel of his cock teasing your pussy. He pressed his lips against your shoulders feverishly as you were then lowered.

You mewled as he breached your entrance, stretching you with his girth. Suguru groaned as he took a moment basking in the feel of your fluttering walls throbbing around him. You began to sink down onto him, with little guidance of his hands, your moans growing in pitch.

“How is she?”

“So...tight and hot,” Suguru groaned, nails digging into the meat of your thighs as his heated gaze met Gojo’s. He directed your attention to the space in front of you with his hand stroking his dick.

Knowing what he wanted without further instructions, you wiggled forward to take his cock into your hot mouth, immediately hollowing your cheeks tight. His fingers grasped at your sweaty roots, tightening when you bobbed your head lower until your nose was nearly touching his pelvic bone.

Behind you, Suguru was beginning to lose his composure, his hips snapping up hastily against your ass, driving his cock deeper into your pussy. You moaned aloud, the noise being muffled by the press of Gojo’s cock down your throat. You were drowning in your pleasure as you were being pushed closer and closer to unraveling.

“Such a good little fan…” You squeal at his words the same time Suguru delivers a deep thrust into your cunt. Your eyes clenched shut as that coil within you snapped, sending your body aflame with heat and pleasure. He growled at your fluttering cunt, his hips stuttering as he approached his own high. You were nudged off of him before you felt the heat of his cum splattering against your ass.

“A-Ah…Fuck!” At the sight of this, Gojo was at his own limit, his hands shaky as he held your head down against him, the entirety of his cock in your hot mouth. He gave a few shallow thrusts until he stilled and you felt the spurt of warmth hitting the back of your throat. He held you there a couple seconds later as he rode out his high, making you swallow his cum.

When he shakily pulled away, you coughed as whatever you didn’t go down, dripped onto your chin and chest. You were a mess, but honestly, Gojo couldn’t find anything more beautiful.

He brushed his thumb over your sweaty cheek before he straightened. You shifted until you were next to Suguru, who pulled you against his side. Gojo returned with your rolled poster in hand and two beers in the other.

“How ‘bout you stay for a bit longer hm? You can tell the manager we’ll be a while for the moment.” You took your poster and unrolled it, eyes zeroing on the bottom corner which, in his neat script read, To My Biggest Fan, GOJO ☆

Beneath it was a phone number and you felt your face warmed. Looking up, you saw that he was holding out the beer to you and you took it.

Suguru beside you had a hand running teasing against your slick thighs as Gojo couldn’t keep his eyes off you as more and more of your beer disappeared.

You were blissfully aware of your senses easing slightly as you started to come to the conclusion that this was the best concert you’d gone to.

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[cityofmeliora]

You get tons of anons because you give great, clear answers (at least I think you do).

I guess, in a way, you kind of are teaching a class since so many people (such as myself) are learning so much about the Ghost lore and the history of the band thanks to you.

But anyway, are the female ghouls a new thing or have they always been there? Also, do you know the canon and fanon names of all of the ghouls?

Oh, and isn't it unknown for now how Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil feel about Papa V and vice versa?

And speaking of Papa V, has there ever been any character interviews for him? Does the group still do those?

Also, did every Papa start off as a cardinal?

aww thank u for the kind words! 🫶

1: But anyway, are the female ghouls a new thing or have they always been there?

the band was all men when it debuted in 2010 and stayed that way for many years.

the first time a woman played in the band was in 2016, at the beginning of the Popestar Tour. she played bass guitar. she's commonly called "Mist" by fans. she wore the same uniform as the rest of the band, but people were able to find out her real identity and realized she was a woman. she was only part of the band for a few months (September 2016 - November 2016). after she left, the band was all men again throughout 2017.

women didn't become a regular feature of the band until the new keyboard Ghoulettes (nicknamed "Cumulus" and "Cirrus" by fans) were introduced in Prequelle Era (2018-2020). they had a unique mask design with longer hair.

IMPERA Era (2022-2023) introduced a third ghoulette part, doing backing vocals and percussion. this part was first played by the ghoul nicknamed "Sunshine", who only played in 2022 before being replaced by the ghoul nicknamed "Aurora" in 2023.

as of Skeletá Era (2025), Cumulus has left the band. her spot as keyboard + backing vocals combo has been filled in by Aurora, and Aurora's backing vocals + percussion part has been filled in by a new ghoulette most commonly nicknamed "Haze". she's new, so she's still called a bunch of different names, but the name "Haze" was the winning result of a poll tournament here on tumblr. (that's also the name used for her on the fanfiction site AO3.)

so the women who are currently in the band are Cirrus, Aurora, and Haze.

of the 24 total ghouls who have played in the band, only 6 are women.

though the band was actually all men at the time, the music video for 'Year Zero' depicts the nameless ghouls as all women instead.

2: Also, do you know the canon and fanon names of all of the ghouls?

i know the fanon names of the ghouls from Prequelle Era (2018) forward. i don't know most of the ghouls from before that, except for a few.

they're supposed to be "Nameless" Ghouls, so they don't really have canon names. but in Eras 1, 2, and 3, they had placeholder names, which were the classical elements. "Air" for keyboard, "Earth" for drums, "Water" for bass, "Fire" for lead guitar, and "Aether" / "Quintessence" (used interchangeably) for rhythm guitar. officially, those are the only names that originated from within Ghost itself.

Papa III used to talk about how they originally wanted the ghouls to be totally nameless, but the element idea was introduced so the ghouls could be distinguished from each other and so they could sign autographs.

PAPA EMERITUS III: We figured that if we were nameless, all would be okay. Then rose a problem: what the fuck are we gonna do for autographs? Not sign it? Heh. It's a funny idea, but it didn't really translate very well. So we figured that, well, all the members are like cornerstones, like elements. A-ha! Elements! We can use the elements and they can sign it with elements. Oh, what a fucking brilliant idea! That is perfect. Herford, Germany (February 20, 2016)

historically, the band has been Aware of the fan-made nicknames for the Ghouls, and began using the fan-made names as well.

Papa III talked about how the ghoul originally called Aether/Quintessence got the nickname "Omega" because of the omega symbol sticker on his guitar. and the ghoul originally called Fire got the nickname "Alpha" because he was the counterpart of Omega. (though the symbol on Alpha's guitar is actually a triangle, the symbol for Fire, not the letter alpha.)

PAPA EMERITUS III: But see, on their spare time, they also decorated guitars with other signs, very similar to the ones that we already used for them. So one night, when my predecessor was standing around here in the middle, he was thrusting singing and dancing and throwing kisses all over the place, there was a sound over at stage left. Confusing, eh? Stage left? Do you know what that sound was, over here? It was ladies’ voices –and I guess a few guys, too– that said “Alpha… I want you, Alpha… I want to be your Ghoulette, Alpha.” Eh? You talking about Fire? So Mister Fire had a new name un-christened by the girls in our audience. So please, give it up for a Nameless Ghoul called Alpha! Huntington, New York, USA (April 15, 2016)

and in the present, GTV / Ghoulbangers' Ball presenter Vanessa Warwick has said on her instagram that the band is aware of the fan-made names for the ghouls and uses them as well. when asked about the new ghoulette, she said she'd give her the nickname "Sunflower".

3: Oh, and isn't it unknown for now how Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil feel about Papa V and vice versa?

yeah. we haven't seen them interacting, and we also haven't really heard them talking about each other. Papa V has said in his shows that he thinks Papa Nihil made good music. that's all we know, for now.

PAPA V PERPETUA: Oh wait! Wait, wait, wait! We have one good song actually left. [...] It's an old number my daddy used to sing, actually. Amsterdam, Netherlands (May 8, 2025)

4: And speaking of Papa V, has there ever been any character interviews for him? Does the group still do those?

no, sadly, there are no character interviews for Papa V. the last time ghost did character interviews with Papa was way back with Papa II, and TF stopped doing character interviews as a Nameless Ghoul in Era 3.

5: Also, did every Papa start off as a cardinal?

as far as we know, the only Papas who were cardinals before becoming Papa were Papa III and Cardinal Copia / Papa IV.

Cardi was still a cardinal when he became leader of the band, and then he became Papa IV.

for Papa III, his time as a cardinal was talked about by Bishop Necropolitus Cracoviensis II, the character who represents the artist who does the album art for Ghost. Papa III served as a cardinal in Kraków, Poland.

Bp. Necropolitus Cracoviensis remembers: “…our relationship goes a long way back to the times before his papacy, that is when he was still a cardinal in my hometown, in Cracovia…(…) Although we had our share of juvenile recklessness - be it indulging his beloved cream pies - allegedly verging on six hundred sixty six portions a year but that must be a rumor I believe, or wild parties at the attic of seminary school (laughs) - even in his formative years, he remained a focused man of vision, looking far into the future, always addressing his people’s needs and longings to keep our church together in those turbulent, rapidly changing times (…) there were so many temptations to syndicate among our good people (…) (…) We would sit down to studying exciting Futurist manifestos, sketched the blueprints of utopian metropoles, spiked with shiny skyscrapers stabbing at the heavens belly… Wantonly swollen zeppelins would to carry our gospel of indulgence to the farthest corners of the globe to summon and enslave. (…) Forged in nostalgia of steam and fire, this brave new world of ambition, vice, lust and greed - all so inherent to the enlightened modernity, was always with him through all these years. And it is now - when our church continues to grow stronger and wealthier under wise reign of Papa Emeritus III - that these visions may finally be witnessed and embraced in the preachings of ‘Meliora’ - his most contemporary and humane Encyclical.” Zbigniew M. Bielak / the band Ghost official Facebook

[enteringdullsville]

But what if Island was made today?

The A. Plot Trio redesigned. Personalities largely the same, although (Le)Sha(u)na trades some of her trademark slang to make room for an even more snarky attitude.

Emphasis on “some”. Her calling Harry a tadpole will never not be funny.

Heather’s a little less impulsive here. Where the canon one would read Gwen’s dialogue to the world, this one would hide it and use it as blackmail. Harold’s about the same, but even more of a theatre kid.

I like to think that the writing on his shirt will change every episode.

Justin starts off as his Action self: not a complete jerk, but still very vain and petty. Katie and Sadie, however, get a complete overhaul, going the “odd friendship” route by playing up Katie’s energetic tendencies and Sadie’s relative intelligence.

Now I kinda regret ditching the hat. Eh. Anyway, they’re about the same.

Owen, Tyler, and DJ are mostly unchanged. Cody plays up his geeky traits and whatever flirting skills he had in canon are completely gone here, since Gwen doesn’t even realize he likes her throughout the season.

Also step aside, Beth. Cody’s the new shortest guy in the camp.

Speaking of which, Beth’s artistic talents are a more active part of her characterization, hence the stickers and paint splatters. Ezekiel’s more of a basket case. Turns out his canon counterpart hates going outside. Of course I started to run with it and I made him a typical “quiet kid”. He’s slightly more socially aware, but he’s probably still going home first (not that he’s complaining).

Lindsay’s the same, but lookit her cool jacket!

Courtney’s bossiness is gone almost entirely; she’s a pure teacher’s (read: host’s) pet. The only one she’s trying to push around is a canon compliant Duncan.

Noah’s part of Heather’s alliance as her spy, just as the rumors say. Eva’s more social, generally more boisterous, but no less temperamental. I may have ripped off TD Reunion’s look for her.

Izzy is a universal constant. She changes for nobody.

I could’ve added Sierra and Alejandro. But I didn’t, because where’s the fun in that?

BTW, these are very rough designs. TD’s art style, despite being the inspiration for my own, is deceptively hard to emulate.

Jeremy (Killer Bass) is a mischievous prankster who the rest of his team quickly deems an annoyance but keeps around for his unorthodox thinking. He almost immediately forms a kinship with Harold and Tyler as the team’s outcasts, meaning Courtney and Bridgette have to deal with two warring trios as whoever hasn’t been eliminated by this point watches in amusement.

Addison (Not Killer Bass) is a fast talking hustler who’s smuggled a ton of sweets into camp and barters them off to the other Gophers, mostly Owen, Izzy, and Cody, in exchange for assistance. She’s a member of Heather’s alliance, bringing their numbers up to five, but she’s clearly a wildcard who’ll flip on her if it’s convenient. Heather can’t trust so easily, but Addison’s ironically one of the few who doesn’t hate her.

I have a whole elimination order planned out, but I don’t have the time to write a full fanfic, so I’ll just keep it shelved for now. Maybe I’ll just make a broad outline.

[briiverse]

pls talk more about ur grunge DR!! i used to have one too but kind of traded it in for my 90s britpop DR lol

istg if there’s a dr of mine that i keep changing things about, it’s this one frrr

i was always really musically drawn and grew up surrounded by music. i got my first acoustic guitar on my 7th anniversary and that was the beginning of everything. then, when i was around 10, my family and i moved to the states, more specifically to seattle and it changed my whole world.

the change was rough on me. the adaptation to a new culture, language, and school was just a lot to handle. music was truly my escape during those turbulent times. eventually, i made friends and began to get comfortable. and little by little, seattle started to feel like home.

over the years, i made a few friends who were also into music and played instruments themselves. we would often hang out, jamming together and playing covers of our favorite artists just for fun. eventually, we started experimenting with our own sounds. as we got older, we became more involved in the seattle music scene. together, we formed an all-girl band where i played lead guitar, one friend was on vocals, another on drums, and we went through two different bass players before settling on our final lineup. we were regulars at shows in places like the crocodile, off ramp, ok hotel, and central tavern. along the way, we became very close with other bands in the scene, like soundgarden, nirvana, alice in chains… bands we never imagined back then would become lifelong friends and part of our journey.

our first ep came out in 1990 and was very well received, but it hadn’t reached a large audience yet. until everything changed in ’91. it was the year of explosion for grunge. we released our first album, which was the turning point for us. that year also saw major releases like nevermind by nirvana, ten by pearl jam, and badmotorfinger by soundgarden also dropped that year. and suddenly, the media was all over seattle. the drastic, sudden attention was overwhelming for all the artists. it felt like something raw and real was being packaged and popularized by the media. we were caught in the whirlwind of sudden fame, just trying to hold onto the authenticity that brought us here • • •

okayyy i’m trying not to yap a lot since i mean to make a detailed intro post for it. this dr is just so special to me, literally felt so connected to it since the moment i decided to script it. ig that’s why this one it’s taking me the longest to actually feel like ‘ok i don’t want to change or scrip anything else’. there’s actually a lot more i scripted but my indecisive ass is still figuring out what feels right to keep and what to change but anyways thank u for the ask <3 actually helped me organize my script 😭

[puppyluvfics]

Bad To Be Good | Lee Jooyeon

Lee Jooyeon | non idol au (kinda? it's neither here nor there) WC: 3.3k Genre: smut Summary: You gotta be bad to be good, if you know what I'm talkin' about. Mouthing off to Jooyeon never put you in positions quite like these... Warnings: Filth. I’m writing the warning list as I’m writing it but still let me know if I missed anything!! Female anatomy mentions, public teasing, choking, split play, degrading, dom/sub dynamics, bondage, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE U TAP IT!!), pee mention but it’s not piss play (please pee after sex!!) It's like half proofread idk A/N: UM wow! I kinda… went nuts… this is just.... :) how yall doin? I... have very little to say other than good luck, i love you all, and this song was not originally based on the Poison song but it's what it became... enjoy <3

You didn’t think much of it when Jooyeon invited you to go with him to the music store. You enjoyed browsing with him, even if you didn’t know how to play much of anything, and it was always fun when he let you pick out the design on a new pack of picks. 

It wasn’t odd, either, for him to spend ample time messing around with instruments, his fingers gliding up and down the frets of guitars and basses, pressing down on keys of pianos. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. But that’s something you loved about him, especially when it was you that he couldn’t keep his hands off of.

Today was no different; the two of you walked around a bit, his fingers lingering on instruments, display cases, amplifiers - anything he could touch, he was touching. 

“Do you ever get tired of that?” You asked, playfully. “Touching everything?” You added.

He scoffed softly with a small smirk. “I don’t see you complaining when you’re the one I’m touching.” He said, too casually. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. He wasn’t wrong, but damn, he didn’t need to say it out loud like that.

“And yet, here I am, untouched.” You challenged him, hoping to elicit the same embarrassed reaction out of him.  He stopped in his tracks, eyeing you up and down, a mix of lust and courage burning behind them. 

“Don’t play with fire if you don’t want to get burned, doll.” He said, his voice low and rough. You let out a challenging chuckle, leaning against the corner where the walls met. “You won’t.” You dared him. You weren’t really sure what you were asking for, but you were more than happy to find out how he interpreted it. He cocked an eyebrow at you, sucking the air into his cheeks. He looked around cautiously, making sure that it was only the two of you before he backed you into the corner you were in, trapping you with his figure. 

“Don’t test me.” He said, his voice low and gravelly. You didn’t know when to quit. 

“I. Dare. You.” You bit back, smirking at him. He let out a soft grunt, almost a growl before his hand found its way around your throat. God, his hands were big. He pressed the sides of your neck softly. 

“What was that?” He smirked at you, watching your mouth fall open and needy whines fall into your breaths. “You dare me?” he chuckled dryly, pressing tighter. A few moments later, he let go, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb. You caught your breath softly, looking at him with wide eyes… full of desire, admiration and something else that you didn’t really understand, but you knew it made you shiver.

“Maybe I should dare you more often.” You said, still not knowing when to quit.

He continued to browse, his fingers still running over things - the same fingers that had just wrapped around your throat. They looked so tantalizing from where you stood. 

“You know, (Y/N), I much prefer when you’re a good girl and you use your words and just ask me…” He teased, not looking at you. Good girl… was he insane? He must be, saying that out loud, so casually like that. You try to stutter out a reply and he chuckles dryly. 

“What, cat got your tongue? You were so daring just a moment ago. What happened?” He cooed at you. God, you needed him. But you’d never let him know that… you couldn’t let him win whatever game you had decided you were playing. 

“Keep that energy when we get home and you don’t run the risk of getting caught.” You finally said, challenging him again. You knew it wasn’t the risk of getting caught that turned him on, per se, but it helped. He wasn’t shy about being dominant with you in bed, either, but moments this intense were a bit few and far between.

~~~

Maybe you should have learned to watch your mouth. Because there you were, naked and on your knees on the bedroom floor in front of him, hands neatly clasped behind your back as he circled you. You didn’t dare turn your head to follow him, but you kept your eyes on him from the second he was in your peripherals to the second he left, your gaze fixing on the wall when he was behind you. 

He stopped in front of you, grabbing a fist full of your hair, yanking your head back with minor force, making you look up at him. 

“You think I didn’t know what you were doing? That little stunt you pulled earlier?” He asked, his voice low and gritty.

“What stunt?” You asked, innocently. He rolled his eyes, tugging your hair again. 

“I know you’re dumb when all you can think about is my cock, but you’re not stupid. Teasing me in public like that… if you wanted me to choke you, all you had to do was ask.” He said, before letting go of your hair. God, he was insane… and God, you needed him. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but no words came. He stopped in front of you, tilting your head up, tucking his fingers under your chin.

“Open your mouth.” He said, simply. Of course, you obliged, parting your lips just a bit. What a brat you were, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him. His fingers gripped your chin, digging into your skin softly - enough for you to feel but nowhere near hard enough to leave a mark. After all, marks were best left in places only the two of you could see. The force of his fingers caused you to gasp out quietly, your mouth finally opening to where he wanted it - wide enough for him to spit in your mouth. It wasn’t hard, quite the opposite actually. His spit dripped from where he stood above you, falling into your open mouth, mixing with your own.

“Good girl… swallow.” He said, releasing your mouth. He watched you swallow his spit, your eyes looking up at him, wide with desperation. The very act of that was enough for him to snap. He needed you just as much as you needed him, if not more. You were his. He was yours.

His fingers skillfully undid his belt, and in a split second decision, he made his way behind you,  restraining your wrists with the belt, pulling on it tightly to remind you that you were in his control before securing it with enough room for you to slip out of if you needed to. But, of course, you were a good girl, so you wouldn’t dream of doing that. 

He made his way in front of you again, smirking as he noticed your eyes follow every movements of his fingers as he undid the button on his jeans. It felt like the blink of an eye. One moment he was standing in front of you, towering over you, fully clothed. And now, he stood before you, hard and needy. A small whine left your mouth as you shifted on your knees. 

“Needy thing, aren’t you?” He said, tangling his fingers in your hair, his cock brushing your lips. You nodded, your eyes darting between his face and his cock. 

“Go on then, show me what else that mouth can do when it’s not trying me.” He said, tracing your lips with the tip of his cock. He didn’t need to tell you twice. Your lips parted, and you slowly took him into your mouth, moving inch by inch, breathing through your nose, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around him as best you could. God, it felt like every time the two of you got together, he got bigger.

He inhaled air through his teeth feeling your mouth around him. “There you go, that’s a good girl.” He mumbled, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back, succumbing to the ecstasy that came from your mouth. He gave you a few more moments to adjust to having him in your mouth before he took over - he couldn’t take your teasing anymore. Both of his hands grabbed your hair, guiding your mouth up and down his cock at a steady pace, your spit beginning to bubble in the corners of your mouth. 

“Relax your throat, doll. Let me fuck that pretty face.” He muttered, speeding up just a fraction, coaxing filthy, guttural sounds from you. Of course, you let him. Your eyes fell shut, your let your throat relax as best you could and you paced your breathing out of your nose, humming around his cock with each thrust, leaving tantalizing vibrations on his skin. He felt himself getting close, and despite the mental image of you spilling his cum out of your mouth driving him insane, he wasn’t done with you. Not for a long shot. 

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, guiding you off his cock, before grabbing your arm, helping you up and onto all fours on the bed, pulling the belt off your wrists so you could stabilize yourself. “Such a good fucking girl for me.” He said, his voice hoarse with need.

He watched you settle onto your hands and knees in front of him, arching your back so perfectly. Fuck, he couldn’t get enough of you. He knew that he could just take you now, fuck you and fill you with his cum, but where was the fun in that?

Instead, his tongue found its way between your legs, finally connecting with where you needed him most. You let out a small yelp-whine that fell into a moan as his tongue lapped up the wetness that had gathered while he had fucked your face.

“Look at you… such a mess already. Does my cock really make you this needy?” He mumbled into your skin before attaching his lips to your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue. You tried to answer, the start of a ‘Yes” coming from your mouth, before getting cut off in the middle by a moan. His hands grasped at your ass as he continued to lick and suck at you, kneading your flesh between his fingers before occasionally coming down in hard spanks. It was overwhelming in the best way possible. 

“J-jooyeon… fuck, I… please…” You whined out. 

“Please what?” He mumbled against your clit, spanking you once again.

“Please, I’m gonna… fuck, please let me come.” You all but gasped out. He debated it for a moment, his lips never leaving you. He could easily pull away, leave you writhing and begging for more… or he could push you over the edge, knowing you sounded so perfect when you were overstimulated. He settled for the latter.

“Go on then, come for me. Be a good girl and come on my tongue.” He said, doubling down his efforts of eating you out. You didn’t need to be told twice. You let your arms fall in front of you, arching your back and gripping at the sheets. 

“Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming. Oh, God…” You whined loudly into the sheets below you. You could feel him smirk into you while he continued to lick and suck while you not only came, but felt the aftershocks of sensitivity rock you. 

“Jooyeon, fuck, I can’t…” You said breathlessly, your legs shaking in his hands as his tongue pushed you into a state of overstimulation. He wouldn’t push you… not like that, at least. He stood up, letting you breathe for just a second before spanking you a few more times, lining himself up with your entrance.

“You can… you can take it. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He asked, smiling when you answered with a shaky whine and a nod. You both knew you’d use the safe word if you had to, but you both also knew you loved to let him use you. 

“Say it.” He said, teasing you, pressing his tip into you a few centimeters before pulling out.

“I’m your good girl.” You gasped out desperate to be full of him.

“What was that?” He said, continuing to tease you. “I didn’t hear you, doll.”

“Yes you did…” You whined, desperately. He had just let you come and you were talking back? Not on his watch. His hand found your ass again, hitting you harder than he had earlier, leaving your skin red and achy. You let out a loud whiny moan at the impact, causing you to clench around nothing.

“Try again, slut.” He said. He was careful with degrading you, never going far enough to make you feel genuinely bad about yourself, but enough to make you wetter and wetter.

“I’m your good girl. I’m yours. I’m your good girl.” You said, clearer and louder. “Please… please fuck me.” You added, pushing your body back.

“You’re so cute when you’re desperate for my cock. You want me to fuck you, huh? You think you deserve to have my cock in you?” He said, tracing it up and down your slit. 

“I… I deserve what you think I deserve…” You said, falling more and more into a submissive state. He smiled coyly at your response, his hand rubbing your ass where he had come down earlier, soothing the redness that remained.

“That’s my good girl. All mine.” He said, once again teasing you. As you tried to reply “Yours,” though, he pushed himself into you in one swift motion, evoking another loud, whiny moan. He let you adjust to the feeling of being full, taking a moment to rub his his hands over your back before settling on your hips. 

“Who owns this pussy?” He asked, staring to move. 

“You do… God, you do!” You moaned, feeling yourself stretch around him. Your quick, obedient answer once again caused something inside him to snap. He moved with a new fervor, slamming into you, his hips colliding with yours, his fingers digging into your hips, almost bruising you. You let yourself get fucked into the mattress, getting just as much pleasure as he was getting, the feeling of him deep inside you driving you closer and closer to coming again. 

“I’m so fucking close…” you gasped out between thrusts. That was great, but he wasn’t anywhere near done with you… not until he came. He grabbed your arm, pulling you so you were kneeling as he fucked up into you, hitting you deeper than before. One of his hands wrapped around to your throat, pressing down, the other hand wrapped around to rub your clit, his thrusts never stopping. 

“You better not fucking come until I tell you to.” He all but growled in your ear. You nodded, trying hard not to lose yourself, to be a good girl and follow his directions. He felt your quick pulse under his fingers as he pressed and loosened his fingers around your throat, choking you and giving you just a moment’s respite to breathe, his other hand rubbing feverish circles on your clit. 

“Fuck, please.” You moaned again, trying to coax him to his own orgasm so you could fall over the edge with him. 

He was close as well, but holding back as he contemplated where to come. Regardless, he was going to mark you as his, as he did every time. But would this time be a time where he came inside you? Or would this be a time where he pulled out and came all over your back? As you clenched around him, trying to stop your own orgasm, he decided. Since you had been such a little brat earlier, he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of feeling him come inside you.

“Tell me you need it.” He muttered into your ear, fucking into you.

“Please, I need to come, please, please make me come, please let me come for you.” You begged as best you could with his fingers wrapped around your throat. 

“Go on, then. Put on a show for me. Come for me. Be a good girl and come all over my cock.” He said, rubbing his fingers on your clit faster. Your hands grabbed onto his arm, steadying yourself as another orgasm burned within you, leaving you gasping out for air, moaning, whining and repeating his name over and over again. “That’s my good girl, my perfect little fucked out slut.” He whispered as you squeezed your eyes shut. 

He pushed you forward again, onto the bed, pulling out just in time, coming all over your back and ass, groaning your name, holding himself up by grabbing your hips again. You felt his cum hit you and you whined quietly, still reeling from your own over-sensitivities. He milked the last drops from himself before collapsing next to you on the bed, laying on his back.

He let out breathless chuckles, his hand patting around the bed to find yours, intertwining your fingers together. 

“Fuck, you’re incredible… my good girl… took my cock so well.” He muttered out, hazily. 

You giggle quietly, still breathing heavily. “Well, when you fuck me that good, how could I not?”

~~~

He lost his words, rolling over onto his side just enough to take you in, gazing at you from head to toe. You laid there, resting your head between your arms, breathing heavily, each breath in causing your chest to rise enough that the light bounced off his cum on your back. If it hadn’t been completely obvious to him before, he would have cited this as the moment he fell in love with you… maybe he was falling all over again. You turned to head to look at him, gazing into his eyes. 

“What are you thinking about?” You asked, your voice soft and gentle - a stark difference from the whiny begs that had fallen from your lips just minutes ago.

“You.” He said, smiling himself. His smile was small, but full of love. You chuckled at his matter-of-fact answer. 

“Me, huh? Anything good?”

He nodded. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You replied. Loving each other was, frankly, as easy as breathing. 

You both stayed there, looking at each other, not speaking but your eyes and smiles saying every unspoken word. After a few more minutes, he stood up, with a small grunt. 

“Alright, let me get you cleaned off, I don’t want you feeling sticky all night.” He said, playfully patting your ass. He returned a few moments later with a warm washcloth, wiping his mess off of your back, also taking care to clean up your own wet mess. “Better?” He asked once you were clean.

You nodded. “Much, thank you.” You stood up, yourself, finally, padding to the bathroom, where he was still standing, cleaning himself off. You sat on the toilet beside him, just looking up at him while you both did your business. 

“You know… maybe I should tease you in public more, if it means I get this.” You chuckled, finishing your business. He rolled his eyes at you playfully, pulling you in for a kiss, his hand resting on the small of your back. 

“Again, babe, just ask… you’re so pretty when you use your words and ask.” He mumbled onto your lips. 

“Hmm, no, this is more fun.” You said, patting his chest before walking back to the bedroom, laying down waiting for him to join you. He did a few minutes later, wrapping himself around you, tangling your legs together and pressing his chest to your back.

“You’re a brat… but you’re my brat. And I love you for that.” He said into your neck, leaving kisses between each word.

“I love you too.” You hummed, contently, feeling so used but so safe and loved in his arms.

[caliform-ula]

tour diaries ✮ february 21st/22nd ✮ houston, texas ✮

FIRST SHOW!!!!! this was our first weekend of tour and wow, what a kind welcome we got in texas. i’ve literally never been to texas so this was sooooo exciting for me.

i must say….. wtf it was so cold </3 we happened to be in houston during some of y’all’s coldest weather in the last few years!!! needless to say, i was definitely freezing the entire time hahaha.

we played both friday and saturday at katy mills!!! i met so many new people and had the privilege of sharing my art with them. touring the malls is rly cool for me because i never got the chance to tour the USA during my loverboy era - which has some of my most upbeat pop music i’ve ever made. loverboy was my pandemic baby, so it’s so fun to bring this music to life city after city

✮ highs and lows ✮ opening night of tour always have their ups and downs! honestly one of my highs was riding in the tour van for the first time!!!! we landed in houston, and got picked up by the greater than tour van!!!!! i was like holy shit… i’m really on tour right now this is crazy. my low definitely was getting used to traveling and performing same day. this was soooo new for me and i definitely took it like a champ! this is tour life and there’s for sure gonna be moments where i can’t let being tired take over.

✮ mall report ✮ i thought this would be a fun section to add in every week to share my favorite parts of each mall we visit! i could not believe it……. this mall has a bass pro shop inside it!!!!! i was like dude that is crazy. growing up in new york, we never had anything like bass pro shop, so anytime im down south i must visit!!!!

✮ tour outfit ✮ i <3 this outfit this day! my shirt is thrifted from a shop i love in burbank, california called the holding company! their mens vintage collection is insane and my favorite! i swear jorts and a loafer have become my new uniform….. so expect to see lots of it this tour hahahaha

✮ what i’m listening to on the van ✮ i said i was going to share music im listening to in each city, but lucky for me i forgot my headphones at home 😍 and sat through two silent flights……. lol

but trust me tons of new music recommendations coming ur way shortly.

✮ favorite spot ✮ we didn’t have too much time this week to explore the city, BUT oh my god… we went to Chuy’s Tex-mex and it was soooooo good. i’ve been vegan for over ten years, so i’m on a mission to find the best vegan food in every city. i got the veggie enchiladas and yup! 10/10

another high that needs it own moment has to be being on a songwriting panel with princess superstar <3 we talked all about our songwriting and creative process….. SOOO FUN!!!! she’s a pop genius so this was such a sick experience!!!

tour continues this weekend and i can’t wait to see u in oklahoma city!!!!!! <333333

tour dates + music info here

[shokosmokes]

﹒◌﹒hockey au﹒✧﹒

hi! so this is super self indulgent based on this post i made hehe n im super excited to write this, i hope u enjoy (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

this is probably gonna be super lengthy so this is just part one lol

copy-pasted from my notes app so sorry if there’s any errors

masterlist

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megumi x reader x yuji love triangle

tooth rotten fluff with a bit of angst

The music is loud—too loud for your taste—but you don’t really care. You’re not here for the party, not really. You’re here because you promised some new friends you’d show up. After all, that’s what people do when they want to feel like they belong, right? Pretend to be interested in house parties with thumping bass, cheap beer, and sweaty college students pressed together like sardines.

You tug at the sleeves of your sweater nervously, trying to blend into the wall, regretting not bringing a drink. At least it would’ve given your hands something to do. You scan the crowded living room, your eyes flicking over the mass of people, mind wandering until you spot a familiar face—or rather, two.

Yuji Itadori is hard to miss. His bright pink hair stands out against the dim lighting, and he’s laughing at something, his wide grin infectious even from across the room. Next to him, Megumi Fushiguro looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here, his expression as unreadable as ever. The complete opposite of Yuji’s playful demeanor.

It’s funny how they balance each other out like that. Yuji, the bright, silly one who lights up every room he walks into, and Megumi, the quiet, brooding one, always watching from the sidelines. You haven’t known them long, but even you can tell they’re close in a way that most people would envy.

And yet, here you are, watching them, unsure of where you fit into the picture.

“Hey!” Yuji’s voice suddenly cuts through the noise as he jogs over to you, his face lighting up when he sees you. “You came! I didn’t think you’d show up.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of his excitement wash over you. “I almost didn’t, but I figured I’d give it a shot.”

“Well, I’m glad you did.” His grin widens, and he turns, waving toward Megumi, who’s still standing by the drinks table, looking completely out of place. “Megumi, come over here! She’s finally here!”

Megumi’s eyes flick over to you, and for a moment, your gazes lock. His expression softens slightly, but he doesn’t smile. Instead, he gives a small nod and walks over, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low but steady.

“Hey,” you echo, feeling your pulse quicken for no good reason.

The three of you stand there for a moment, Yuji’s energy bouncing between you, while Megumi’s silence settles like a blanket over the noise of the party. You feel the tension immediately. Not in a bad way, just... tension. The kind that makes your heart race for reasons you can’t quite put your finger on.

“So,” Yuji begins, clearly trying to break the silence, “have you been to any of our hockey games yet? We’ve got a big one coming up next week.”

You blink, surprised by the sudden change in topic. Hockey? Right. They’re both on the team, something you keep forgetting since you’ve never actually seen them play. It’s not really your thing, but the thought of seeing them on the ice—sweaty and focused—sends a strange shiver down your spine.

“No, I haven’t been to any yet,” you admit. “But maybe I’ll come to the next one.”

Yuji’s eyes light up like you’ve just made his day. “You should! It’s gonna be great. Megumi’s an amazing defender. You’ll love it.”

You glance at Megumi, who shifts uncomfortably under Yuji’s praise. “I’m not that great,” he mutters.

“You’re amazing, dude,” Yuji counters, playfully nudging his friend. “Don’t be so modest.”

You find yourself smiling at their dynamic. It’s hard not to get swept up in Yuji’s enthusiasm. “Okay, fine. I’ll come,” you say, laughing a little at how easily you’ve been convinced.

“Awesome!” Yuji’s grin is infectious. “I’ll make sure you get a good seat.”

Megumi doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you, something quiet and unreadable flickering in them. It isn’t uncomfortable, but it makes your heart race in a way that you’re not sure you’re ready to acknowledge.

You’re not here for hockey. You’re not here for parties. But somehow, being here with them feels like it’s exactly where you’re supposed to be.

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Later that week, you find yourself sitting in the cold, buzzing arena, clutching a cup of hot chocolate as you watch the players take to the ice. You have to admit, there’s something captivating about watching them skate, the fluid motion of their bodies gliding across the rink. Your eyes keep wandering back to two figures—Yuji and Megumi.

Yuji is in his element, grinning even through his helmet, waving to the crowd every chance he gets. His energy is infectious, even from the stands. Megumi, on the other hand, is focused, eyes narrowed in concentration as he defends the goal like his life depends on it. The contrast between them is striking.

Your stomach twists when Yuji skates by, throwing you a playful wink. He’s just so... Yuji. Bright, carefree, and completely unaware of the effect he has on people. On you.

And Megumi... God, Megumi.

Every time you see him on the ice, you feel that strange pull in your chest again. There’s something about him—something quiet and intense—that makes your heart race in a way you can’t explain. He isn’t as obvious as Yuji, but there’s a warmth to him, hidden beneath that cool, stone-faced exterior.

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After the game, you’re surprised when both of them ask you to hang out—separately, of course.

Yuji wants to go to the arcade. Megumi invites you to a quiet coffee shop he likes, one tucked away from the busy part of campus.

You don’t know how to say no to either of them.

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Megumi’s fingers brush yours as he hands you a book he thinks you’ll like, his gaze lingering just a little too long before he pulls back. “This one’s good,” he says softly, almost shyly. “If you’re into that kind of thing.”

Your heart thuds in your chest as you take the book from him, your hands barely touching. “Thanks,” you whisper, feeling the weight of his attention settle over you.

Megumi is so... subtle. His affection, if it’s even that, comes in quiet gestures. A brush of fingers here, a soft look there. It makes your heart race in a way that feels... different. Dangerous, almost.

But then, there’s Yuji.

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“Gotcha!” Yuji laughs as he beats you—again—at one of the games at the arcade, his playful grin lighting up his whole face.

You can’t help but laugh with him, your heart soaring at the pure joy in his eyes. Being with Yuji feels easy, like the sun has come out and everything is just... fun.

But it isn’t just fun. Not for you.

You’re torn. Between the boy who makes you feel safe, like a warm hug on a cold day, and the boy who sets your heart on fire, unpredictable and thrilling.

You don’t know how much longer you can keep pretending that you don’t feel anything for either of them.

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end of pt. 1 /).(\ pt. 2 coming very soon

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HI BFFL YURIKO‼️‼️‼️ I WANTED TO GREET YOU A HAPPY NEW YEAR (im not sure if its today or tomorrow for your timezone eym sorry☹️) BUT ANYHOW I HOPE U HAVE GOOD FORTUNE THIS YEARRRRRRR!

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⋘ brain-dead 👾 hitoshi s. ⋙

pairing: fratboy!hitoshi shinsou x honorroll!gender neutral reader summary: two presidents, one game of "seven minutes in heaven", and one very annoying ex boyfriend. cw: college!au, mentions of alcohol, profanity wc: 1.5k words nawt proofread! T-T

'why did I even come to this..?' was the only thought you had in your brain as the sounds of people laughing and talking mix with the edm playing from the incredibly bass booted speakers. you stood in a corner of the ridiculously crowded living room, holding a red solo cup filled with whatever the hell was in that punch bowl. this was one of alpha delta phi's "famous" house parties you always turned down invitations to. you weren't here out of choice though.

you were recently elected class president after tenya iida resigned and took your place as class secretary, and the other members of the student council thought it would be a good idea for the president to explore more of the activities that the student body of U.A. university partook in, and to your misfortune, attending one of these parties was at the top of the list. although you had an aversion to the parties they hosted, you weren't unfamiliar with the fraternity itself.

you had a very public relationship with one of its most popular members, eijiro kirishima in your first year of college. he was attractive, yes, but also incredibly stupid and hyper-focused on his masculinity, which ultimately led him to breaking it off with you because your relationship didn't make him feel "manly enough". whatever that means.

since then, you've avoided relationships and the fraternity all together. but all that avoiding was for nothing seeing as you're standing in the exact same building, on the exact same date your hatred for this organization was born two years ago.

you take a sip of the unknown drink only to immediately spit it out. 'gross.' you head to what seemed like the kitchen and scanned around for a diet coke or something to keep yourself sane for the next two hours you had challenged yourself to stay.

while searching for something actually drinkable, you notice a tall figure in the corner watching you. he held a cigarette in one hand, and a red solo cup in the other, routinely taking a puff of the cigarette or a sip of his drink. as you subtly inch closer, you make out his features. he was tall, but no taller than 5'10, he had messy, wavy indigo hair pulled slightly back in a backwards cap. he wore a black sleeveless shirt and some khaki shorts, typical for a frat boy.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." you say to the figure, pouring a can of soda in a clean cup. he chuckles, taking another puff from his cigarette. he steps closer, coming into the light. he had prominent dark circles under his eyes, made visible by the light. he appeared slim through his shirt, but his arms were muscular and really defined. this must be one of those "sleeper builds" everyone talks about. you continue to examine this strange man when suddenly, he clears his throat.

"now you're staring." he says, slightly smirking. he looks you up and down, analyzing you. "why haven't I seen you before?" he asks, this time throwing his cup in the trash and continuing to take puffs of the cigarette. "I don't normally come to parties." you say, taking a sip of your soda, "I was kinda forced to this one." you explain your situation to him, telling him about your challenge from the student council to stay at the party for at least 3 hours to "mingle" with the student body at this, according to your words, "stupid party". "damn." he says, "class president, huh, you're y/n l/n then, right?" puff. "I've heard a bunch about you, people don't seem to like you very much." puff. "I guess my reputation precedes me." you say, filling up your still half full cup with another can of soda. "on the topic of names," sip. "what's yours? maybe I've heard of you." sip. "hitoshi shinsou." says the purple-haired boy. shit.

unfortunately for you, hitoshi just so happened to be the newly-elected president of the fraternity after the former president graduated your freshman year. hitoshi was also the one in charge of throwing the parties hosted on campus grounds.

"I am so sorry oh my gosh. I promise I don't mean what I said about the party, I-" "It's fine." he chuckles, "I hate parties. I didn't even want to be the one in charge of them, I'd rather be in bed watching tiktok or something." hitoshi said, which sent a huge wave of relief over you. "Is that why you're not out there with the rest of your brothers partying like an animal?" you said, pouring yet another can of soda. he chuckles again, "yeah I'm not really the people type, and besides, all these guys do is just hump on each other and think it's hot." you laughed at this.

it's funny because it's true. come to think of it, the night you met kirishima, the first thing you saw was him twerking on his friend denki. "I wasn't planning on going back out, but I will if you join me." you offer, kind of happy you found someone normal at this stupid thing. "fine." he says, "but, you have to play at least one game with me." puff. "deal." you say, and you both walk to the crowded danger-zone of a living room.

games? did they play games at things like this? you'd always pictured college parties to be a bunch of people groping each other and pouring alcoholic beverages all over the place. it brought you some comfort to know that they played games. monopoly maybe?

you walked into the living room, where a bunch of people were sat down criss cross apple sauce in a big circle. perhaps duck duck goose? no. it was a stupid game with a misleading name. "seven minutes in heaven", bullcrap. it felt like hell. the moment it was your turn to spin the bottle, it just about landed on kirishima. if it weren't for some angelic force that inched the bottle a little over, you would've been seriously screwed. instead, it landed on...hitoshi?

you didn't think that hitoshi would be the type to kiss a random person he'd met, so you were fine being trapped in a room with him for seven minutes. immediately there were "ooohs" and "aaahhs" from the rest of the people in the circle, and your face started to feel hot. hitoshi suddenly grabs your hand and runs upstairs. his hands were cold, slightly bigger than yours, but his grip was firm. he opened the door to a room and locked you both inside it.

the room was nice, there were LED strip lights decorating the tops of the walls. they were purple, like hitoshi's hair, as was most of the decor of the room, so you assumed it was his. you sat down on his bed, analyzing the room. he sat down on a black and purple gaming chair, his arms behind his head, and his eyes closed. "now, we wait." you couldn't help but stare at him, his arms, he really was built.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." he said, eyes still closed. "whatever.." you scoffed, rolling your eyes. you could hear the people outside of the door, giggling and shushing each other, when you heard kirishima tell someone to shut up. your jaw clenched and you felt your face getting hot. it was stupid, just hearing his voice seemed to have such an affect on you, like nothing else mattered, like you were brain-dead. suddenly, an idea popped in your head.

you get up from the bed and race toward hitoshi. "kiss your hand." you whisper. "huh..?" hitoshi asks confused, "are you drunk? I mean you did have a lot of white claws.." he asks. "wait, white claws aren't sodas..?" you ask. "no.." he responds. "just do it." hitoshi begins planting kisses on his palm, still looking at you confusedly. "louder." you say, typing something on a doc on his computer. and he kissed his hand louder, loud enough to where the people outside of the door could hear. the giggling became louder.

you had finally finished writing on his computer and signaled him to look.

"Look, I know we just met, but I have a huge favor I wanna ask, I don't want to actually kiss you, which I'm sure you also don't want to do, but I was wondering if just maybe you could help me get back at my ex?"

hitoshi grins, "sure, what were you thinking-" you shush hitoshi and put his palm back to his lips, starting to type again. you finish typing on his computer again, and wait for him to look. he looks at the screen and pauses, and then a devilish grin paints his face.

the timer goes off and you hear knocks from outside of the door, "okay love birds, you can come out now!" hitoshi grabs your hand again, opening the door. he takes you downstairs to the living room with the crowd still following you. "did you guys actually kiss?" you hear a girl say behind you. "of course we did", he says, "why wouldn't I kiss the person I'm dating?"

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a/n: I really hope you enjoy this! I've never really watched mha so I don't know if this is in character for shinsou or not, but I still hope you enjoy! pt.2 maybe?

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