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nctstar · 1 year ago

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hi! i just read "one, two..." with djj × female pairing and i was wondering if you could maybe do a jeno, haechan and mark/jaemin version? i love your works!

your wish is my command bsf <3 also thank you so much! means a lot :)

don't let us kinkshame you!

“Don’t talk back to me. If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But don’t stop because you’re shy. Tell us what you want, baby.”

“Yeah, _. Don’t let us kinkshame you.”

pairing: markhyuckno x fem!reader, stylist!reader

other members: chenle (poor dude has no idea)

word count: 7.2k

genre: smut

warnings: this is purely a graphic smut so minors please dni!! foursome, everything is consensual (safeword is established + mentioned), dom!marhyuckno (hard dom!jeno), sub!reader, fanfiction smut is a main theme in this, wet dreams, alpha/omega/beta kink, alpha!jeno, sir kink, sort of muscle/size kink (i'm sorry but bulging biceps make me go insane), unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you get silly folks), rough sex (reader is manhandled/held down), degradation (liberal use of the words slut, whore, brat + other degrading terms), everyone has a ginormous dick, slight praise kink, sort of pain play (not really) intense orgasms, squirting, fingering (fem receiving), humiliation, oral (male receiving), nipple play, riding, crying during sex, spanking, begging, punishing reader sexually, profanity

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic.

a/n: thank you anon and sorry this is definitely the nastiest thing to ever come out of my imagination and onto my laptop. i think i'm on some sort of watchlist for sure

“Have you read it, _?”

“Read what?” The sound of the hairdryer muffled most sounds in the room, including Mark’s voice as you watched his mouth open and close with his answer. Running your hands through Haechan’s semi-dry locks, you noticed a lit-up phone in front of your face. Squinting, you read while your hands worked.

poison | alpha! jeno x reader | 18+

You swallowed thickly, but quickly composed yourself. Swiping the hairbrush off the dresser, you glanced at Haechan in the mirror, setting his hair at the same time. “Sounds like more action than you two would ever get in a week…combined.”

Haechan rolled his tongue inside his cheek, playfully annoyed while Mark remained undeterred, his eyes still glued to his phone. His eyes suddenly widen, and he looks away, a mix of morbid curiosity and shock in his eyes. “Damn...”

Haechan sneered. “Got a boner there, Mr Lee?”

An empty can of hairspray bounced off Haechan’s forehead with a dull thump, Mark’s chair now swivelled around to face him. “Guys! Let me do my job! We only have, like, 2 minutes to go, and Haechan, your damn hair isn’t setting.”

“I have to dye it every 2 minutes because I have a comeback that often, remember?”

“Have you been using the treatment I gave you last session?”

“Why? Would you give me a reward if I did?” His deep brown irises glistened under the harsh white lights as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. Smacking his shoulder in response, you tried to hide the way your heart was fluttering inside your chest, like a million butterflies trapped in a glass jar. “Lee Donghyuck!”

“It’s okay baby, it’ll be better next time.”

“Gross.” Embarrassingly, you felt your core twitch at the mere thought of those words being taken out of context. “Such a dirty mind. You sure you didn’t write that alpha fic?”

You were getting brave, but something inside of you forced you to keep going. Haechan scoffed, rolling his eyes and swinging one leg over the other. “Yeah, I don’t have the hots for Jeno. Mark might, though.”

“Say it one more time, Donghyuck, I’m warning you.” Mark was shrugging the salon cape off himself, brushing lint off the stage jacket. He towered over his hairstylist, on her tiptoes as she fixed the strands of hair that spiked strategically on his forehead. His undercut teased you from the side, and you swallowed deeply, thinking about last night. As if on cue, Mark turned to look at you, as quick as you would glance at the barista for your morning coffee. “See you later.”

That was code for see you later with my cock down your throat.

∞

“Nghhh, Mark.”

“You’re doing so well, baby. Think you can go a few more times?”

You nodded slowly, the swollen bulb of his cock sticking onto the remnants of your lipgloss.

“Fuck, such a perfect slut. How did we get so lucky, hmm?” Your hair tangled in his long fingers, he pierced you on his thick length, tapping your cheek with his other hand when you gagged loudly. “Shhh, quieter. Don’t want anyone else to hear, yeah?”

You whimpered softly, desperately trying to open wider to accommodate him. He pushed you deep until your nose grazed his pubic bone, your hands immediately coming to his thighs as a reflex. “Good fucking girl. God, I’m so close. All for you, baby.” You pushed on his thighs when you felt your throat restrict uncomfortably, coughing up saliva as you soon as his cock left your mouth.

Mark tipped your head up to face him, your watery eyes staring back at him. “Gonna make you feel so good after this, yeah?” His thumb pressed down on your tongue hard, forcing drool to slide down your chin. “Use your words, slut. Tell me how much you need my cock.”

Mark was usually mean, but today he was mean mean, and, though you were taken aback, you couldn’t say you hated it.

Garbled sounds left your mouth as Mark slipped his other fingers inside your mouth, forcing you to babble nonsense at him. He laughed darkly. “So pathetic.”

“Mark, please.” You gasped as he released your mouth, fingers now grabbing your chin tightly. “Wanna make you feel so good, s-sir.”

“Wanna make your alpha feel good, baby?” You froze immediately, the word alpha stunning you into place like a deer caught in headlights.

You and Mark stared at each other for much longer than would normally be considered sexy, the energy in the air quickly changing into something painstakingly awkward. Not wanting to lose the momentum you both had gathered or, worse, discuss what just happened, you grabbed at his cock and shoved your mouth onto him, making him stumble backwards and groan. The air was filled with sounds of sloppy head, all caution thrown out the window as you bobbed your head through his orgasm, not stopping until you felt hot spurts of cum shooting down your throat.

∞

“Mark, I will never let you forget this.”

“Haechan, be serious here.” Mark unbuttoned the top of his jeans, breathing out in relief as the seams on the size-too-small pants released its iron-clad grip on his body. The inside of the car was dark, the only light being that coming from Haechan’s phone, illuminating the bottom of his face and lips, now curled into a teasing smirk.

Haechan leant forward, seemingly trying to hide the impending conversation from the poor staff member tasked on driving them back to their dorm. “You used the word alpha unironically while you were making _ suck your dick? I’m actually fucking dying right now.”

“Oh my god, yes, we get it, I tried something new and it failed miserably.” Mark hissed under his break, sneaking one glance behind him. “But what was weirder is…well, you should have seen the look on her face. It’s like she got caught or something.”

Haechan chuckled lowly. “Or maybe she was just weirded the hell out, Mark.”

“Well,” Mark scratched at his head, the hair gel residue now itching at his scalp. “We usually…do more. But today, she just ran out after that and didn’t say anything else.”

“Good job, Milk. You just ruined your chances at sex with her forever, you freak.”

Mark sighed, pretending not to have heard him and frowning as if deep in thought. Haechan raised one eyebrow. “You don’t mean to say…”

“What?”

“That’s not what you’re insinuating, is it?” The car began to slow, and both men became wary of the newfound quiet inside the car as they cruised down a near-empty suburb, the odd man or woman dimly lit by passing streetlights as the walked by. “What are you talking about right now?” As Haechan reshuffled himself on his seat to get closer to Mark, one leg brushed past his, and he cleared his throat, trying to be as unsuspecting as possible.

“You think she’s into that kinda stuff?”

“Well, why would she run away then?”

“Think about what we were doing before this.” The words felt unsure even as they left his mouth, hanging in the air with uncertainty. It was too ridiculous no matter how he looked at it. But just he had to say it.

The elephant in the room.

“Wait, wait. That’s her story?”

“Woah.” Haechan put down his phone officially, the car now shrouded in a new darkness, both men squinting to make out the other’s face. “I meant that she might have read it. Not that she…well.” He was visibly puzzled now, his voice faint but quick like a flurry of feathers. “I mean, there’s that possibility. But maybe she was into it, and you reminding her of it made her embarrassed.”

“But why would she be embarrassed? We do worse things, for sure.”

“Okay, first of all, gross. Second, she probably hasn’t accepted it herself. I mean, that fic…” He leant back, his jacket crinkling loud in the almost silent car. “There’s stuff in there that goes way beyond your regular wild kinks and shit.”

“She doesn’t strike me as that kind of girl.” Both men sit in silence for a while, letting that sink in. “I mean…she would be confident enough to be bolder about that kind of thing, you know? She’s the kinda girl that knows what she wants, when she wants it, exactly how she wants it.”

“Right.” Haechan bit his lip, trying to hold back the words that’s so fucking sexy for fear of being teased mercilessly for months. He knew you belonged to no one, yet there was a part of him that recognised that you would probably never choose him to have your way with. The way you looked at Mark, eyes glazing over in deep submission, a stark contrast to the way you looked at him, so many things hidden behind those playful, bratty eyes.

Mark hummed under his breath, phone now in hand. “She’s coming tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, I think it’s her shift tomorrow.” Haechan didn’t think, he knew. He knew you worked Mondays and Fridays and the occasional Wednesday, always arriving between 13 to 16 minutes early to go to the bathroom first, stepping into the dressing room just a minute before and no later. It was creepy, for sure, but he couldn’t help it. He felt the need to be ready whenever you were there. He needed you to see him only in the ways he wanted, layers of banter and smooth mannerisms hiding his true feelings underneath, the way his heart slammed against his ribcage and threatened to break free whenever you moved close.

“Well, we’ll see how she reacts then.” Mark slouched against his seat, his voice fading away as his attention shifted, and Haechan marvelled at how five second thoughts of you had rendered him completely amnesiac to what he was just talking about with Mark. He closed his eyes, letting his body naturally drift off into an exhausted slumber.

∞

“Hey boys.”

Your satin-clad hips swayed back and forth as you walked, one hand re-applying your gloss for what felt like the dozenth time. “Anyone need a touch up or are we all good here?”

Mark was surprised at your easy demeanour, as if nothing was ever going on between you guys, let alone the encounter you two had had only yesterday. He cleared his throat, sweat dripping down his forehead as another staff member helped him unzip his top from the back. “You look…nice.” He wondered if it was obvious that he was trying to keep his eyes locked on your face, not wanting his gaze to linger too much on your body.

“Yeah, I’m dressed for the event after this. That’s still happening, right?” Your heels clacked against the linoleum floor as you stepped forward. Haechan was only two steps ahead of you, his hair in the hands of another stylist. You whispered something to her and she let go, walking away with the gel stick still in her hand. “Look forward.”

“Didn’t really strike me as the party type, _.” Your last name drawled off his lips, lazy and nonchalant. “Always stroke me as weird book girl in the corner type.”

“And what if I am?” You started backcombing his stiff strands, grimacing at the residue the gel was leaving and the way it was inevitably mixing with his sweat. “I can be both, can’t I?”

“Sure. You could be a writer, couldn’t you, _?”

Haechan could have sworn that even for a split second, a moment so small, so blink and you’ll miss it, that you hesitated. Your hands shook with the energy of a tiny hummingbird flapping its wings, so swift it stopped as soon as it registered. “Nah.” You sounded different now, like you were feigning innocence to hide the fact that he had cornered you.

Mark and Haechan shared a knowing side-eye as Haechan felt firm pulls on his scalp. “You should probably get going, Mark.” His name fell solid in the air as it left your mouth, as certain as a command would be, and your peripheral vision caught the ends of his body as he packed up his things and left soundlessly.

It was only you and Haechan in the room now, the other stylists now long gone (a/n: how convenient!), leaving behind only the mess of a true makeup studio, products strewn haphazardly across the plastic dressers. You watched Haechan lick his lips on instinct in the mirror, only now noticing the various sticky notes adorned with Korean letters you weren’t too familiar with. “No, don’t. You’ll mess up the- oh, never mind.” You sighed, but it didn’t feel relieving at all, as if your muscles were constricting up again instead of letting go. Haechan talked at your reflection. “Sorry.”

A whirl of your arm sent his chair turning so he was now facing you, bending over to match his eye level. “Hold still.” As your breaths played out of sync, you were hyper aware of every sensation. The way your hairs stood on end. The smell of his musky cologne now filling your nostrils. Your bare legs suddenly burning hot, slightly brushing against the inside of his knees. Your eyes fighting to stay up at his face and not stray downwards. “That’s it.” You glazed his lips over with your applicator, gripping the tube and the arm of the chair in one hand.

You were used to these intimate positions, particularly with the job you had. But, as you realised you had just applied your own lipgloss onto him, a different feeling was dawning on you.

As you locked eyes, Haechan spoke, bold and ready. “It would be insane if you didn’t kiss me right now.”

The first noticeable sensation was the sticky mess that threatened to spread over the edges of both of your lips, lewd sucking noises now filling the air as you both dived deeper. Your tongue flitted over his lips and he groaned. “Fuck.” Readjusting in his chair, he slapped his thigh. “Sit, sit.”

“No.” Pulling away, you turned his chair once again to face the mirror and patted his shoulder. “Stand up.”

“W-wh…” Confused, he stumbled off anyway, wheels turning and the seat rolling away from the impact of his stand. He turned to face you.

“Good boy.” You smirked, lips now grazing the supple skin of his Adam’s apple, hands travelling down to his pants. “Is this what you wanted all along, baby?”

He stared, eyes slightly glassy, rimmed with smudged black kohl. Tilting his head back, he breathed soft moans onto your skin as you sucked on his neck, red blooming onto his olive skin. “A-ah.” Squeezing his eyes shut, he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck.”

“Fuck, I need you right now, Hyuck.” Something about using his real name felt too intimate, affectionate even, and he kissed you as you unbuckled him, semi-stiff cock hitting your clothed pelvis. Pushing him back onto the vanity, you angled yourself, him eventually helping you by giving you a small lift once he realised what was happening. Up on your toes, one leg slightly elevated, you let your walls suck him in all at once. “O-oh, fuck.”

He thrusted upwards, iron grip on your hips unchanging as you clawed at his back, the studs on his jacket rough underneath the pads of your fingers. The pleasure was spreading to your chest, rendering you speechless. “Oh my god, oh, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop.” You begged, feeling your thighs slip against each other as your own arousal dripped down your legs.

“_? You sleeping right now?”

You awoke with a gasp, your phone clattering onto the tiles as you sat up. “Woah, take it easy. You alright?” He leant over to pick up your thankfully intact phone, shuffling closer with one arm outstretched and eyebrows gently raised.

Before you was Lee Jeno, blonde hair grazing the top edges of his round eyes, body bulging against the thin fabric of the white shirt. His waist accentuated by a thick leather belt, you noticed the outskirts of his toned stomach peeking out from under his top. Gulping, you nodded. “Y-yeah. Thanks, um…” His name died on your lips, as if some sort of curse prevented you from ever uttering it.

“Here. You sure you’re okay? You were sleeping pretty deeply, even in this noise. Sorry, I didn’t know if I should wake you…”

“No, no, it’s fine. I mean, I’m the crazy one, right? Sleeping at a party!” You tried to laugh it off, but a snort came out instead, and you blushed intensely. Oh my god. This is so embarrassing.

Unfazed, Jeno smiled, eyes turning into semicircles as he did. “It would be fine if you went home, you know.” He tilted his head, blonde hairs perfectly aligning to one side. The charisma radiating off him froze you in place, and you had to unglue your eyes from his face. “Ah, yeah.” Truthfully, your body felt like it had been through a dryer, and your joints were cracking like popcorn. You needed sleep for sure.

He jumped from the couch, letting you bounce slightly. Looking up, he extended his arm. “Come. I’ll drop you off.”

∞

You felt exposed. Not only because you were in the skimpiest outfit you owned, but because halfway through you and Jeno’s exit from the party, he had decided it was too cold and had changed into a hoodie and sweats, making him look less and less like a colleague or client or even friend and more like an idol sugar daddy. Nevertheless, you didn’t oppose his company, and you both rode back in silence, his knees knocking into yours occasionally, making your heart flip each time.

It’s not that he made you nervous, typically, despite your tiny little crush on him. But it was the way he woke you up right in the middle of your wet dream with another man, mere hours after his bandmate had you on your knees sucking him off. Every time he leaned over, your name leaving his lips so effortlessly as you stumbled over yours, your hands shook with the thoughts than ran wild in your brain. Did he know? You wondered, as he droned over some tiktok video, whether he knew about your sexual rendezvous with his bandmates, some real and some imagined, and the uneasiness in the pit of your stomach only grew as time passed.

It didn’t change as you had reached in your apartment, him somehow still on the topic he was on in the car, now manspreading onto your couch as you sat quietly across from him.

“But like, do you get it, _?” He sipped on the coffee you had made for him, marvelling at how quickly he drank something that usually took you an hour to finish. “Not bad. But why would he even do that, you know? Maybe she didn’t realise that he knew, but oh boy, he definitely knew.”

“Right.” To be clear, you had lost the plot ages ago, shamelessly thinking more about how close in proximity your bodies were, how comfortable he suddenly was around you, and what it all meant. “Do you want, uh, something else.” Shyly gesturing at his empty mug, you tucked hair behind your right ear, the movement unsteady.

He stared directly at you now, letting your anxiety rise and fill the space between your bodies. Holding the gaze, he dropped the mug in front of himself on the table, only then dropping his head dramatically in between his collarbones. You frowned.

“Sorry.” He muttered. “I must be annoying, right.”

“No, no, not at all!” Your voice was much more high-pitched than a woman with any self-esteem, but you kept going. “I mean, that’s fine, Jeno, really. It’s nice to see you, like passionate, and um…” Your babbling continued, and he only smirked in response. Your stomach turned as you suddenly watched as his eyes change, darken around the edges. Suddenly the lights in your apartment felt harsh, exposing, like the lights on a fresh crime scene.

“_. I know about the fic.”

“What fic?” It was on instinct, but your ears starting ringing, blood running cold in your hands and feet. This isn’t real. This is another dream.

“Awww, don’t be embarrassed, baby. It’s okay to think those things about me.” He slumped backwards, one arm around the back of the couch, a subtle cocky smile starting to bloom across his face. “Markie told me how good you are anyway.”

“Jeno…” You fought the urge to gasp, your face burning from the inside out. “I, wait, um…”

“Shh, stop that.” He leaned forward with an almost-too-eager attitude, but he held himself back as he spread his knees wide, pointing at the ground. “Here.”

“Fuck, this isn’t happening.” Your hair whipped the sides of your face as you shook your head vigorously, slowly gazing up at his long frame as you did. You swore you heard him laugh quietly. “This is another dream, isn’t it.”

“So you dream about me?”

“No, it was about Hae-“ Jeno’s eyes widened before he guffawed loudly. “Fuck, _, you’re nastier than I thought. Was he good? Better than Mark?”

It was your turn to be shocked, eyes widening as he shook his head, letting his hair ride up his forehead. “Why, did you think it was a well-kept secret? Have you seen Mark? He glows with the radiance of a man who gets his dick sucked on the regular.”

“Jeno.” You wanted to be stern, but your voice came out kind of soft, almost like a whimper.

Jeno rolled his eyes. “Stop stalling, _. You heard me the first time.”

“But-“

“But what? If you want to stop, you can just say cherry. That’s what her Jeno told her to say, right?”

He had read the entire thing. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening.

As your body filled with an airy energy, you realised you were actually getting horny. He wanted you, maybe even needed you, and that filled your stomach with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. You slowly gulped, hearing the couch shuffle as you moved off it, walking over to him.

“Good girl. On your knees, baby.” You obeyed silently, eyes onto the floor as you waited.

“What are you waiting for, slut?” You felt Jeno’s rough hands grab the short strands of your hair, making you squeal like a tiny animal. “Do you wanna go home without tasting alpha’s big cock tonight, hmm?”

“Nnngh…n-no.” You eyes began to water at the force pulling on your scalp, hands fumbling around the waistband of his grey sweatpants. Your heart began to pound as you eyed the sizable bulge he was forming in his boxers.

“That’s it. Now hands behind your back.” As his length sprung out of the tight confines of his underwear, you cried out as it hit you square in the nose. “O-oh my god. Oh…fuck, wait, I don’t know.” Feeling Jeno’s unforgiving grip on your head keeping you dangerously close to him. you brought your palms to his knees, ready to push him away.

“What is it now?”

You shook your head, throat constricting already at the thought of his length inside your mouth. “It’s…well…fuck, it’s huge.”

As you looked up at him, you watched him give you a condescending smile. “Do you think alpha cares about you, baby, hmm? Why are you telling me all this? I don’t give a flying fuck. You either take all of me, or you leave. But you’ll leave a bad omega.”

Any other scenario where someone said something like this would have made you cringe, maybe even laugh, but today you felt your breath catch inside your lungs, as if someone was squeezing them extra tight. Word for word from the fic.

Whimpering, you folded both your palms around his girth, making him hiss. “Oh fuck, can’t even wrap my hands around it.” you whispered.

“You guys started without us?”

You jumped off your knees, your brain already forming the myriad of excuses before the initial shock settled and the words finally registered. “What the hell are you two doing in my apartment?” You glared at Mark, and now Haechan, who was slowly starting to come out of the shadows like a creepy stalker.

“Spare key.” The metal glinted as he hung the keychain off his fingers before grabbing it in midair. The same key you had handed Mark a few weeks ago, back when your little sessions were becoming daily (or multiple times a day) and you were sick of having to do the whole thing where he would have to come to your place an hour after you had arrived in case people were following him, or worse, taking pictures. He would have to wait into ungodly hours into the night on days you worked the night shift, which would let the spontaneous lust you had both gathered over the course of the day fizzle out by the time your tired body came home. You couldn’t be seen together outside of the workplace for various reasons, so having him come first carefully and you after had been working pretty well so far.

Except, well, for times like this.

“Mark!” You exclaimed, now fully facing him and closer to his lean frame, the waft of cologne hitting you as you trodded towards him. “Are you serious? You came here without my permission? And let someone else come too, at that!” Haechan acted insulted at this, mouth parting in mock surprise.

“I’m sorry, baby. But come on, Jeno had a great idea that we just couldn’t miss.” He brought one hand to stroke the side of your face, making you wince slightly. The ends of his fingers were like electricity, having more power over you than you liked to admit. You made eye contact with Haechan, and it was like you were back inside your dream. This. Wasn’t. Happening.

“I-wait…are you guys…seriously, what, you’re not saying-“

“Alright, talk over. Get over here, _. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” Jeno let one arm hang lazily across the arm of your couch, another one stroking his length at an agonising pace. Your eyes felt like they were bulging out of your sockets, and your stomach churned nervously.

“Stop drooling and suck me off like a good omega. Come on, don’t be shy.”

You were on your knees again, Jeno’s cock at eye level, trying to ignore your newfound audience with a very telling tremble of your legs. Opening your mouth, you began to suck around his tip, the salty precum exploding on your tongue. You felt a hand on the back of your head, and you jerked away immediately. “Stop teasing. Come on, show your alpha and these dumb little betas what you’re good at.” You whined. “Fuck, fuck.” Choked cries filled the air as Jeno impaled you on his cock with one hand, his tip hitting the sensitive part of your throat and making you gag loudly.

As he pulled you off, strings of saliva attached him to your lips, embarrassingly making your core clench around nothing as you marvelled at how filthy this entire situation was. “So big.” Your voice was raspy, juices slathered over your chin as if he’d been fucking your mouth for hours. Jeno let you engulf him whole again, the sloppy sounds becoming more rhythmic as he bounced your face back and forth on him. “Hands off me and behind your back.” You balled your fists as you listened to him, closing your eyes as he groaned in pleasure. “So warm and tight. All for me, yeah?” You shook your head up and down as you hummed in response, looking up and him with your watery eyes.

You watched Jeno’s eyes drift away from you to something behind. “Ah, wait, let me get her off me first.” His voice changed now, you barely comprehended what was happening as you gasped for air post pull-off, before feeling a resounding slap on the back of your bare thighs. “Ah!”

“You think you can just leave me after sucking me off, baby? After all that we’ve been through.” You felt your skirt be pulled up, making you sit back on your heels. “Nuh-uh. Get up, let me see you.”

“Fuck, Mark, I didn’t me-oh!” This time he hit your ass, hard, jolting you onto Jeno’s thigh, his cock still grazing the side of your cheek. “Oh, fuck. Mmm.” You tried to shuffle forward but Jeno grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them on his thigh on one side. “Take it like a good girl.” The sting was immediately compounded by the feeling of our own arousal dripping down your thighs, the nasty realisation dawning on you that these assholes were recreating every scene that was written in that damn fic.

“Oh my god, I just wrote it, I didn’t…ah, Mark,” You whined as he squeeze a sensitive part of the plush on your backside. Between hits, you managed to sound out, “I, oh…ah, I didn’t write it for me – oh fuck! Nngh, didn’t mean it, oh my god.” Tears threatening to spill, you resorted to begging. “Mark, M- sir, please!”

“You called, baby?” Trying to turn your head uncomfortably back, you coughed. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean it?”

“What was that, hmm?” Two fingers in your sopping core and you gasped. “Ah, mmm, sorry, sir, ah…”

“So fucking wet. All from me punishing you like that. Is this what you liked all along, you dirty girl? To be our little sadist fucktoy.” One hand around your shoulders and another still knuckle deep inside you, he pulled you up so that your back hit his clothed chest, grip tight and unfaltering. You moaned, feeling the pads of his fingers curl up towards your g-spot. “S-sir, fuck, so good, so good, please…”

“Please what?”

“Please, want more.” You began to bounce your hips on his fingers, head floaty. A sharp slap across your face brought you back to reality, head whacking against the bony part of Mark’s upper chest. “Fucking whore, moving without permission like that.” Jeno was now gripping the ends of your chin, groin facing you once more. “Finish the job, baby. Don’t fucking care what he’s doing.”

“Yes, alpha.” You could have sworn you heard Haechan sigh, a mixture of pleasure and awe, but the moment passed as you took Jeno’s monstrous length once more, your jaw aching already. Mark took this opportunity to start fucking his fingers into you faster and faster. His teeth grazed your earlobe. “You like this, baby? Or you too busy tasting alpha cock to care?”

Your body squirmed under his arm, feeling his muscles bulge against you. Your head felt like jelly as Jeno pounded into you, one hand pushing your forehead down into place. You felt like a little doll being passed around, a slave to your desires, and you screamed as you came, liquid squirting out of your hole and all over your tiled floor as you did.

Your head began feeling floaty, but Jeno wasn’t giving in, and neither was Mark. You tried to get away from his fingers, core already sensitive from your orgasm, but he began to stroke your pussy once more, making you shake your head. Too much. The words were muffled around Jeno’s length, but they seemed to get the idea. “Just a bit more, baby. Tap me if you want to stop.”

Your hands in place, you let Jeno finish inside your mouth, cum leaking from the edges of your lips even as you swallowed diligently. “What a good omega.” Jeno cooed as you fell forward onto your hands, Mark finally releasing you. “Fuck, that was so good.”

“We’re not done yet, honey.” Your head whipped up, looking at Jeno towering over you, cock now hanging limp. “You haven’t taken your pretty boy-toy yet.”

Meeting Haechan’s eyes, you suddenly felt self-conscious at the way you were – skirt half up your ass, wet thighs and chin, a true testament to how much you had been used. Your eyes travelled to the unmistakable tent in his pants, dawning on you that he wanted you too. “H-Haechan.”

“Should’ve just told me you wanted me, baby? Do you know how many times I wanted to just bend you over and fuck you until you begged me to stop? Now I know what a perfect slut you are…”

“Fuck, Hyuckie…”

“Oh, baby.” He began to unzip his pants, hazelnut skin illuminated in the dim lights as you looked up, crawling over shakily. “Tell me what you want, sweetie.”

“Want you so bad. So…s-so much…”

He stopped in his tracks, eyes rolling and crossing his arms across his chest, much to your dismay. “Seems like you don’t want me that bad.”

“No, fuck, I do, I do, I-“

You felt Jeno’s hand land on the skin of your bare ass, making you flinch and look behind in surprise. “Go beg for cock, baby. I know much you need it. Don’t care who’s it is, do you?”

“N-no, I care, I do.” You weren’t sure why, but you suddenly felt frustrated, feeling like you were being teased unfairly. “I need all of you, please, please.”

“Use your words.” Mark’s voice was stern, unwavering, making you squeeze your eyes shut. You felt blood rushing to your head, impairing your ability to think.

“I felt alpha’s cockhead tease my entrance, and I sunk onto his thick length, crying out as I did. I felt so fu-“

“Oh my god, no, stop. Stop.” You tried getting up, but your legs wobbled, making you stumble forward ironically onto Haechan, his hands now on the sides of your arms, steading you. “You alright? What is that?”

“It’s the fucking fic, oh my god.” In the heat of the embarrassment, you hadn’t noticed Haechan drag you onto his lap, letting you hang your head over one shoulder as you buried your face in your hands. “So embarrassing.”

“Another man’s cock, possibly a beta, pushed inside me with my alpha. Nails dragging against my alpha’s muscular back, I cried, saying it was too much, the stretch ripping me apart, but alpha held me down, shushing me. Pain turned to pleasure and I threw my head back, letting my release spray all over the two men, passing out as soon as I did.”

“Holy shit. I hadn’t seen that part.”

“Yeah, it’s part two. She wrote that last night. Probably too horny to go to sleep, were you, baby?” Your tear-streaked face now facing Jeno, you shook your head. “No. I wrote it-“

“Don’t talk back to me. If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But don’t stop because you’re shy. Tell us what you want, baby.”

“Yeah, _. Don’t let us kinkshame you.”

Haechan now sucking on the thin skin of your neck, you gasped, eyes fluttering and your bare pussy now resting on his clothed bulge. “Fuck, uh, need to be fucked, filled, with both of you. Take another in my mouth, please, fuck, I wanna cu-“

“That’s better, slut. Begging to cum like the whore you are, rutting against him like a little bitch in heat. Go ahead, ride him. Do it properly or you’re not cumming again.”

Your hands scrambled for the zipper, Haechan throwing his head back as his hard, long length sprung out of his fly. He groaned and grabbed the back of your neck, squeezing hard as you pumped him impatiently. “Don’t tease.” Lifting yourself up, you aligned your soaking core to his tip, moaning in staccato as you let gravity let all of him be sucked inside you. “H-Hyuck, oh, fuck, so tight.”

He readjusted his hips, making your hair fall in front of your eyes and your hands slam, splayed out onto his upper chest. “Ah…” You moaned as you rode him, feeling every inch pound your insides, tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. Haechan guided your face to his and slammed his lips onto yours, letting your moans escape into his mouth.

Leaving love bites on your collarbone, Haechan dragged one hand under your shirt, rolling the ends of your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger. “H-Haechan, oh, wait-“ You cried out as he pinched the end, not hard enough to be excruciating, but enough to be uncomfortable enough to make you cry out, letting some of his length slip out. “Fuck! I’m sensitive, please.” You heard him shush you, your whines lost amongst the sounds of skin slapping skin as you rode him diligently, trying not to slow down as he played with your chest. “Just felt you squeeze around me, good fucking girl. You like having your body played with like a little brat, hmm?”

Jeno pulled your head back by your face, Haechan releasing your left nipple with an agonising pull, making you cry out. Bringing your upper body back to meet his, he wrapped one arm around the bottom of your stomach, firm and unforgiving. “You wanna take alpha too? Hmm?”

Incoherent sounds left your mouth as you felt Haechan’s cock slide out of you, tingling from the closeness of your orgasm. You felt a sharp smack at your core, making you arch your back. “Haaah…fuck! Yes, yes, s-sir!” Trying to shut your legs on impact, you felt Haechan pry them open again, and, with Jeno tipping you forward, you let him slide back in. Haechan wrapped one arm around the back of your shoulders, another on your lower back, pushing you down on him.

“Hghhh, alpha, please…” You weren’t sure what you were pleading for anymore, your voice sore from all that had happened already. Feeling Jeno’s massive bulb press against your core, your breath quickened. “Ah, fuck, what if it doesn’t fi-oh, ah…” You and Haechan moaned in unison, feeling the tight space get even tighter as Jeno pushed inside, inch by inch.

“Fuck, my little omega takes cock so good.” Tears ran freely down your cheeks, the stretch borderline unbearable but addictive. Your muscles sloppy, you gasped. “I’m so stretched out, alpha, please, can’t move…”

“Shh, you just lie there, baby, and cum when you need to, okay?” Jeno’s voice suddenly soft, you felt something warm spread across your stomach. “Yes, y-yes, alpha, trust you, wanna be good f’you, ah…” You cried softly as Jeno started sliding slowly in and out. “So good, alpha, so good, please, fuck me, oh god.” Jeno started picking up his pace, rendering you speechless, squeezing the back of Haechan’s neck as he jerked his hips up in sensitivity. “Oh my god, Haechan…” Burying your mouth into his neck, you felt a tap on your head as soon as you did, looking up in reflex. Haechan let go of your upper body, letting your hips roll against the two cocks now sliding in and out of you at a pace that was only getting faster. “Did you forget about me, honey?”

“N-no, Markie, ah…” Letting your chin rest against the arm of the sofa, Mark slid his cock easily down and out of your throat, letting the saliva messily drip all over his aching length. “Fuck, what a good cockslut. You think you can get me off again, hmm? Swallow it all like a good girl?”

You nodded, but a sharp smack to your ass made you shake and lose your balance, Jeno pulling you back onto his chest again. “Did you ask alpha for permission, brat?” You cried as Jeno pounded you ruthlessly, shaking your head and mumbling apologies in between moans. “What do you want, baby? Use your words. Or I swear to you I’m not letting you cum.”

“Mmm, wanna suck Markie’s cock, alpha, ah! And…swallow his cum, oh, fuck!” Haechan pushed his length harder into you as Jeno pushed your hips down. “Fuck, alpha, fuck, want you and H-Hyuckie to fuck me while I do it, please, please…” You sobbed as Jeno released you, seemingly happy with your words as he snapped his hips into you. “Oh my god…” Your eyes rolled to the back of your eyes, feeling Mark bringing your near his cock as the pleasure made your legs vibrate. “Hang on, baby. Cum with my cock in your mouth.”

“Alpha, cum, please!” You cried, voice disappearing as you choked around Mark’s thick length. Jeno tapped the back of your hips, mumbling something in support just as soon as you saw white, feeling your own juices spray uncontrollably and your hole constrict as you came around both of them. Haechan cursed as he filled you with his own thick release, Jeno pressing you down as he came into you seconds later. Mark used your mouth as you weakened gradually, muttering sweet praises as he shot his load down your throat, the bitter taste waking you out of your trance.

As you heaved, you wrapped your arms around Haechan, feeling multiple hands rub up and down your bare back. “That’s a good girl. Good job, baby.” You nodded, closing your eyes and drifting off, your body and mind well and truly spent.

∞

“Hey, you alright?” Chenle looked at you with a hint of concern, not clear whether it was directed at you or at his makeup that was now looking a little bit unusual. You shook your head with the tiniest movements, tapping his cheek again with a pale blush. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just don’t move your head.”

“Fine. You just seem different today.”

“I’m okay. Just a low energy day.” Beside you, Haechan and Jeno shared the smallest side glance, Mark smirking at himself as he changed behind the mirrors.

“Big night?” Chenle smiled at you through the mirror as you scurried around the drawers, looking for the angled eyeshadow brush, his hands adjusting his hair to his liking. You sighed, a true muscle fatigue-likes feeling spreading through your body and getting worse with each client. You were actually so tired, and, unprofessionally, not hiding it very well.

Then again, you were probably doing something that would be considered generally much more unprofessional, so you didn’t let it bother you too much.

“You could say that.” You slammed one drawer a little too hard, apologising immediately to the drawer and then rolling your eyes in frustration and embarrassment. “I-I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back.”

As your heels clacked away, getting softer and softer, Chenle got up, letting the salon cape fall away from him. “What’s up with her?” He mumbled to no one in particular before walking away. Mark soundlessly nodded to Jeno and Haechan, a nonverbal assurance that he would be outside, and Jeno patted Haechan’s shoulder as left shortly after, leaving only Haechan in that small backstage room.

As Haechan stared at his reflection in the mirror, makeup done and hair only half, he opened his lips, letting some tension escape his body.

He thought about you.

How maybe his little white lie didn’t technically hurt anyone in the end.

Technically.

Technically, you were the one who got fucked (in a good way) and got the money for translating poison.

Technically, you did write it. Just not from scratch.

Technically, you were also into that.

But so was he.

He remembered how embarrassed he was when you first found out, and what you said to make him feel better.

“Oh Haechan, don’t worry about it. Don’t let me kinkshame you.”

How right you were in the end.

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love-at-first-sight-23 · 2 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel Headcanons 🔥😈🏨💞

All your favorite male Hazbin Hotel Characters in a list of x Reader headcanons!

WARNING: Not safe for work content below. Mind the tags!

Lucifer 🪽

• Our sweet baby angel loves taking you on rides via his wings, of course he makes sure to hold you tight the whole time so you don’t fall

• Sometimes he lets you wear his top hat ❤️

• When he wants attention, he might shapeshift into different animals for you (ex. a kitten, dog, duck)

• A big love language for Lucifer is gift-giving: namely, rubber ducks and flowers

• Oh, yeah, he’s a bottom. It’s not hard to picture those eyes looking up at you pleadingly with tears in them, begging you to take care of him…

Adam 🎸

• Crazy first-man boyfriend. Plays his guitar for you. (Might even let you play it)

• Doesn’t settle for other men eyeing you- will chase them away with a big angry scowl or extreme aggressive humor

• Eats. A LOT. Won’t make food for you though, will appreciate it if you cook for him

• Adam’s love language is mainly flirting, serves you up all the suggestive shit you could ever want

• Rough whenever you’re having sex, will never take no for an answer when he’s particularly horny

Vox 🎤

• Charming, charismatic, flirtatious AF

• Although Vox doesn’t have true lips, kissing him is rather warm and comforting

• Has tried to hypnotize you into falling in love with him on multiple occasions, it didn’t work but you did ask him out by yourself eventually

• Main love language is physical touch and touching your cheek, holding your hand, and hands roaming up your body

• Display sex is an obsession of Vox’s; will display you on TV, in front of windows, or generally anywhere in public whenever he gets the chance

Sir Pentious 🐍

• This snake demon is a bit shy at first, and will need a bit of warming up to get to know you

• Ah, yes, attention and cuddling is a must for Sir Pentious who adores it when you so much as look at him

• Shows you his inventions and things he makes, a few he builds especially with you in mind 🔧

• Words of affirmation and gift-giving should fit the picture

• Have you forgotten? Our serpent boy has two d*cks. TWO. Yes please

Alastor 📻

• Gettin’ spicy out here 🔥 The deer gives and takes whatever he wants, no more, no less

• He definitely knows what he wants from the start- He’s quick to win you over and take you for himself

• The Radio Demon may be creepy, but those creepy powers come in handy when protecting you and keeping you safe from anyone who comes close to you 🌹

• I personally believe acts of service is Alastor’s love language. Solely lending you a helping hand and leaving small details around to let you know his affections for you

• Uses his tentacles during sex, to hold you down as well as explore that beautiful pussy of yours

Husk/Husker 🐈‍⬛

• He seems nonchalant towards you. But this isn’t true. Husk’s feelings come in small packages, coming out slowly while you spend time with him by the bar at night

• You’ll start to notice small changes in his behavior as he grows more comfortable with you, including small smiles, gestures, and free drinks 🍺

• Hugs you with his wings. They’re very soft

• Husk has gentle and subtle love languages, acts of service mainly, just to see that smile on your face

• He purrs while fucking or kissing you. Prove me wrong

Angel Dust 🕷️

• Believe me when I say this man loves you to death, which he does

• Constantly telling you how beautiful/handsome you look

• Might need a bit of comforting during those hard days, will give you the same in return

• Flirting, flirting, more flirting, and physical touch in the mix. Once the relationship becomes more intimate, different from the ones Angel is used to, most other love languages will be present

• Ooh boy, Angel will feel you up any chance he gets and make you feel so good you can’t spell your name. He’s a pro, after all

• Bonus: Angel Dust (a.k.a Anthony) enjoys sharing his New York cuisine with you! He’ll cook for you on special occasions, wearing a “💋 the Cook” apron in the meantime

Thanks for reading! Feel free to like, share, and follow! Do not copy my posts!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #adam x reader #sir pentious x reader #alastor x reader #husker x reader #vox x reader #angel dust x reader #lucifer morningstar #adam #sir pentious #alastor #husker #vox #angel dust

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heesingshoon · 4 months ago

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ℕ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝔻𝕠𝕘

A/N: If you guys don't know, Nasty Dog is a song that's been popular lately. It's by Sir mix-a-lot and the song is just good. If you've heard "Ride" or "Baby got Back" you'd know his music. ANYWAY this is a Jake fic. Why?.. Because Jake is a sweet puppy... Who I firmly believe could be a nasty dog... :] ...I just thought it would be fitting, you know?.. You know?

Pairings: Jake x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut... Straight filth... No plot Unprotected seggz (My brothers out there, KEEP IT BAGGED. thanks) I probably missed something somewhere... If I did, let me know? Please? Maybe? Perchance? Lmao. Love you, reader. Mwah.

As you lay on your back, your boyfriend stares down at you. The look on his face is a mix of emotions. Hunger, desire, lust. He basically growls as he bends down to kiss your neck, biting a bit before he pulls away.

"Fuck, Kitty... You're so beautiful from here... I could just devour you..." He can't help but huff, trying to catch his breath.

So... You might be curious of how... This... Started. Well, just a couple of hours ago, Jake and you were cuddling. Being cute, nuzzling nose against nose, and you even had a few friends over. They just cringed at you both as friends do, but you knew they were okay with you both.

Now... What started for Jake, was dinner. The entire meal, you kept sending him pictures you took before your friends came over. You in his favorite lingerie had him absolutely insane. He stared at you the whole time and your friends just took it as him admiring his girlfriend. But his head was being flooded with thoughts.

The moment your friends left, he pounced. Those two hours of having to hide his aching and raging boner was probably the worst two hours of his life. He needed you, and he needed you bad. He grabbed your waist and pushed you to the couch. He climbed over you, pulling you in for a deep kiss. One that was sloppy, uncoordinated, and absolutely lustful.

You reach to run your hands through his hair but he doesn't let you touch him, gripping your wrists and pinning them to your sides. "Don't you fucking dare think you're allowed to touch me after the shit you just pulled."

You whimper, but it just fires him up more. He bites down on your lip, hard enough to bruise, before lifting you and carrying you to the bed:

And that's where you are now. He stares down at you and if you were to compare him to anything, it would be a hungry, angry, wolf. One you'd only find at the end of mating season and he didn't get any help through the whole thing.

You'd admit, it was a bit scary. Seeing your boyfriend above you, staring into what felt like your soul. He stared for so long you weren't even sure if he was conscious. You both sat there, breathing.

After what felt like eternity, he leaned down and kissed you hard enough to ensure the bite would bruise. He grips the back of your neck, using his arm to hold himself above you.

You felt him hold back choking you, the way his hand would tighten slightly but he'd flinch back. You tapped his hand and pressed his thumb to your throat.

Thankfully, he got the message... But that was bad for you... Because he immediately moved his hand from the back to the front of your neck, pressing his palm at your throat and his thumb pressing at your vocal cords.

He finally got done kissing you. He pulled back to look at the damage. A busted lip from the bite and a bruise from the pressure. "Fuck, yes... I could get used to seeing you like this, Kitten. Being my little play toy... You wanna be my play toy?" Your whimpers only lead him on more. You cry slightly and he growls, the sound coming straight from his diaphragm. "Heh... Fuck, Kitty... Yeah? You like the thought? I'll make you my play toy, I promise. I'll absolutely ravish you."

He then pulls off your clothes as if it was just another Tuesday for him, leaving you in the lingerie he knew you'd been wearing the whole time.

The moment you're exposed to him, he leans to use his mouth on one nipple as his hand plays with the other. You moan out and it's like music to his ears. He can't help but bite your nipple ever so painfully as you cry out his name.

He finally pulls away after what felt like forever before kissing down your belly to your core. He spreads your legs apart and he uses his middle finger to play with the rim of your opening.

You squirm and try to move your hips for friction. He noticed what you were trying to do, so he pulled his hand back. "Ah, ah, ah, Kitty... You gotta be good for me while I play with you. What kind of play toy fights back? Not you, right? Because you're a good kitten for me?" you can't help but nod and whimper. "Good girl. I knew you'd understand. Be good, lay back, relax, and let me destroy you."

You gasp as he moves his head to your dripping cunt. Your hands fly to his hair and he groans. Oh how he loves the feeling of you hurting him as he pleases you.

He suckles at your clit and bites down a bit as his fingers move to spread you open. He immediately finds your g-spot and plays with it as he basically makes out with your pussy. The more you grip at his hair and scream his name, the harder he sucks and bites your clit.

You feel your stomach tighten and you moan out for him to continue. He knows what you're crying for and pulls away. "Kitty... Kitty baby, you can't cum yet. It's not good to leave me lonely, right? It's rude to cum and leave me blue balled."

You whimper and reach up to touch him. He holds your hands above your head. "Oh baby... Let me hold this control over you. You know you love it."

He pulls back to undress himself. You see his cock spring out and your mouth waters. "Oh? Hungry? You sure look it." He pulls you up by your hair and taps his tip on your lips. The precum coating your lips. "Open up for me, Kitty."

You follow his command, opening your mouth to swallow him. He groans, making you feel like you're floating as he fucks into your throat.

The sheer force of hold he has you in makes you worry about his thoughts, wondering if he's even conscious, but it goes away when he just speaks to you like you're the rarest piece of jewels.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this it's driving me up the fucking wall, pretty." His hold on you loosens as he nears his end. He cums deep down your throat and as you swallow you can't help but giggle. The look of confusion, clear on his face. "Wh-What? Did I look weird? I-I'm sorry, just... I got really into it an—"

"No, no, baby. Not that. You looked absolutely gorgeous. Just... You didn't last as long as normal." You giggle more, kissing his hip as he looks away with a flushed face. "Baby? Want me to take over?"

He snaps his head back quickly and immediately shuts that idea out of the window with how quick he was to pull you by the wrist and pin you down. "If you think for one second that I'm not about to fuck the absolute hell out of you, so bad to the point you're screaming my name, you're insane."

You simply just submit to him, ready for him to do as he pleases. He takes that as a sign to continue. He grabs you by your hair and kisses you deeply, pushing you against the bed to hold you down to spread your legs and rest them on his shoulders. "Fuck, kitty... You're so gorgeous... I could ruin you right now and die a happy man."

Your flush is evident, going beet red as your lover stands before you, laughing lightly as you look so cute for him. He rubs the tip of his cock along your opening. "Please, Jake... Just do it, pleas—Ah!"

He didn't let you get another word out, bottoming out in one swift thrust. He grips your thighs as he pounds into you at a rapid pace, one you didn't know the human body could go, deeper into you more than you thought his cock could go.

The sounds escaping your mouth as you go into a pit of pleasure, unable to see or think straight, are like the most beautiful melody he's ever heard. He wants you, needs you, to keep making those sounds. He bites down on your calf as he watches shake underneath him, clenching around his cock. He muffles his own sounds, leaving love bite after love bite on your legs.

He moves your legs around his waist before bending down to kiss you as he fucks into you. His entire body heats up as he listens to the smacks of your lips to his and the sound of his balls hitting your ass every time he thrusts. His hand moves between you both to rub your clit, extracting more sounds of pleasure from your lips.

"S-So close!!" You scream out, holding him close. His legs that were getting tired suddenly gained an enormous amount of energy.

Fucking into you at a scary pace, he kissed down your neck biting at your shoulder. "Cum for me, pretty. Fuck, pretty, cum for me. Milk me of everything I have and coat me in all of your pleasure."

You cry out, your orgasm hitting you hard and triggering his. You both climb over the edge together and hold each other close as he helps you ride out your high, before pulling out and laying beside you.

"Fuck, baby... You felt so good, and damn you look so good. Never, in a million years, send me pictures of you in something that fucking beautiful. I almost fucked you in front of our friends, y/n."

You can't help but laugh as you kiss his cheek and hold him close. "Kay... I love you."

"I love you too, beautiful."

I was gonna post this on my birthday... But it's in 2 days sooo... :3 Now's good enough.

It was a bit rushed, I'm sure you could tell.

#enhypen smut #jake smut #enha smut #enha #enhypen fanfiction #sim jaeyun smut #sim jaeyun #jake sim smut

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ghostssweetgirl · 2 years ago

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Cowboy Ghost x Fem Reader

Everyone thank @ghostslillady, she might not know it (yet) but one of her posts inspired this 😈🥴 and please tell me y'all know the cowboy hat rule (if u take it off u have to RIDE the COWBOY yeehawwww 🤠) this is so silly but it's gonna be so GOOD (i hope hehe) i waited for someone to do this but i was just like 😏i'll write it myself

WC: 2.3k~

It was a late night at the bar, you and your friend rewarded yourselves with some cold drinks after a day's worth of work. You dressed up a bit for your outing, happy with yourself. A few drinks in and you two were tipsy, dancing and singing along to the country songs playing.

Time was going by fast, your cheeks starting to cramp from how much you had laughed and smiled. Your smile faded though when the crowd went silent, a masked man wearing a dark cowboy outfit walked in through the double swinging doors straight to the bar. He didn't pay attention to all of the eyes on him, though he met yours in a split second before he ordered his drink.

The crowd calmed down and went back to their party, so you and your friend continued on as well, slinging back your drinks finishing them off. You slam your cup down and close your eyes as you reach that euphoric, drunken haze you missed. Your friend then dragged you to the karaoke stage, inviting you to sing but you were hesitant to do it in front of everyone.

"Come on!" she pushed with a playful grin on her face.

You shook your head, trying to get out of her grip and you finally slipped out of it before you bumped into... him.

"Oh, uh, sorry," you muttered, looking him in the eye while you stammered with your words.

"Quite a'right," he nodded, fixing his cowboy hat. "Y'come here often?"

You shook your head 'no', feeling slightly awkward. You didn't take him for much of the talking type, him striking up a conversation was a surprise. "Only on weekends!" you laughed.

"I see," he responded, lifting his mask for a moment while he drank the rest of his bottle of whiskey. You politely looked away, not daring to do anything to piss him off. He cleared his throat before he held his hand out to you. "Name's Ghost."

"Y/N," your small hand grabs his, and he shakes it softly before letting it go, letting your hand slowly fall out of his, cherishing the way your hand barely took up any room compared to his large one.

"Pretty name for a pretty lady," you saw his eyes crinkle, knowing he was smiling behind that mask. You blush and cover your face shyly. "Oh, don't do that now, little lady. Let me see that pretty face."

Once again, your cheeks cramp up. He's got you smiling ear to ear, your eyes shine brightly under the low party lights.

"Wanna go somewhere a little more private, darlin'?" he asked, tilting his head as he stood straight up, towering over you.

A smirk crawls up your lips as you look at your distracted friend, knocking down a few more shots before you took his arm and walked with him towards the outside of the bar.

He leans against the wall and lights up a cigarette, leaving his pack open as he offers one. You oblige, placing the cigarette between your lips. You keep eye contact as he lights it for you, your cheeks still flush red even though it was dark outside.

He sighed a few times, before you guys came up with a playful conversation. Somewhere in the middle of it, you took off his cowboy hat and put in on, proudly smiling as you wore it. His body rumbled as he chuckled lowly, crossing his arms against his chest.

You took the last few puffs off your smoke, before putting it out, playfully blowing the smoke in his face. He leaned closer to you and whispered, "You know what you just did, yeah?"

Your eyes widen, thinking you had pissed him off. Your lips stammer as you gulped. "N-no... I'm sorry..."

He flicked the hat that was still on your head as his head tilted, his voice become lower. "You take it off... you ride the cowboy. That's the rule. Your place or mine, doll?"

Oh. Oh.

A smirk was on your lips again, you blushed once more while you thought about it, biting your lip teasingly. "Mine."

You gave him your address as he led you to his motorcycle. He fixed his sunglasses on top of his mask, taking his hat back before putting your helmet on for you. The engine roared as he started it and sat down, patting the back seat as you hopped on, wrapping your arms around his toned torso.

As you finally arrive in your driveway, you hop off, removing the helmet, handing it to him as he placed it on the handlebar of his bike, gesturing for you to lead the way. You can't believe this was happening. You meet some random cowboy and here you were leading him to your bed, leaving your friend behind.

You open the door, letting him enter first as you close and lock the door behind you. You smile up at him, barely entering your house before he removed the hard plastic part of his mask, tossing it on the ground as he lifted up the fabric just above his nose. He grabbed your waist and kissed you, nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue begged for entrance. You allowed him in and your tongues swirled together as his grunts vibrated against your mouth, his hands wandering, becoming needier as they grabbed at every part of your body.

Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck for leverage before he cupped under your ass, lifting you up against the wall. The kiss only broke when he asked where your room was.

"Left. Second door," you panted, your lids now heavy with desire. You leaned down, kissing and sucking on the exposed skin of his neck earning a deep groan from him. His Adam apple bobbed as you bit the skin gently before soothing it with a cool kiss. He laid you on your back at the edge of the bed, he grabbed both sides of your face as he kissed you roughly. He pushed himself between your legs that wrapped around his waist.

"Fuckin' hell, so pretty," he muttered as he kissed and sucked down your neck to your collarbone. He didn't give a shit about your shirt, quickly bringing out a knife and slicing it clean off in the middle as he pushed it off of you. Clearly in the heat of the moment you didn't care either as you helped him remove it, reaching behind you as you unclip your bra, letting your tits bounce free. "Oh, fuck."

He growled as one hand grabbed a fistful of your breast, his mouth sucking harshly on your other. He wrapped his lips around your nipple and rolled it in between his teeth, earning a sweet little yelp from you as your back arched. His free hand caressed your curves, rubbing over the small of your back as it bowed up.

"Fuck, Ghost," you panted, tilting your head forward, meeting his dark eyes as he kissed down your naval, unbuttoning your pants impatiently. He bit at your hipbone as it was exposed while you were now pants-free.

"Perfect fuckin' figure," he praised, his eyes taking in the sight before him as he kissed and nipped at your inner thighs, making quick work of removing your panties. Your hands grasped at anything possible, soon finding his hands that held yours tightly, his veins popping as he held you still. His kisses trail lower, and lower. You gasp out, watching his every move with intense eye contact. He chuckled as he licked a circle around your puffy lips, testing you. You moaned out as he teased you again, licking your clit one time, testing your reaction. He hummed in pleasure before licking a fat stripe up your hole to your clit, flattening his tongue as he pushed his head into you as deep as he could.

"Oh my god, yes," you mewled for him, your grip on his hands tightening.

He cherished your scent, your taste, your reactions as his tongue worked magic into your cunt. He wagged his head like a dog, causing your legs to shake at the feeling, feeling that knot tighten in your stomach as you couldn't help leaning up, almost trying to run away, but he reenforced his grip, unrelenting as he moaned into your pussy.

The knot snapped, your eyes snap shut as your body convulses in pleasure, your spend leaking and shining the sides of his face. He didn't waste a drop as he lapped it all up eagerly before sitting up, a proud smile across his face as you caught your breath.

"Good girl."

Your hands reached out to him, and he helped sit you up. He tapped his belt, and you quickly got to work undoing it, pulling his pants down his thick thighs. You bite your lip as you see his hardened cock strained by his boxers. His pants fall with a thump to the floor as he then sits down on the bed, letting his legs sprawl out, which you crawl in between on your knees.

He folded his arms behind his head, letting you do your thing. You run your palm across his length, looking up at him with a sultry look on your face as you grab the hem of his boxers, freeing his cock of the restraint. It bounces up and hits his abdomen with a sharp slap, before your hand wraps around it and you hold your tongue out. Bringing the tip up to your tongue, you swirl slowly around it, testing the sweet saltiness and letting spit drool down along his length.

"Fuck," he moaned, bucking his hips into your face. You laugh lowly before you take it into your mouth, slowly bobbing down as you hollow your cheeks. The wet warmth of your mouth wrapping tightly around his cock caused his fists to clench, one coming down to hold a makeshift pony of your hair.

You looked up at him through your teary eyes as you took as much as you can. His hand grabbed your jaw and held it there. "Fuckin' hell, luv, right fuckin' there."

You moaned against his cock, his cock bucking up further caused you to gag, the tear finally falling out of your eye. He pulled you off of his dick as he sighed out in pleasure, watching the drool spill out of your lips before you grinned. "Good fuckin' slut."

You crawled up his body, settling your legs on either side before you grabbed his cock, letting the tip meet your entrance, gathering slick. He held onto your waist as you adjusted yourself, ready to sink all the way down. You gasped as you sank down slowly, not used to his girth or size.

"Shit, such a big fucking cock," you moan out. He replies with a deep chuckle, looking up at you with desire, watching your naked body shine under the moonlight creeping through the slit of the curtains.

He helps you with a quick thrust, now all the way inside of you. Your hands gripped his chest as you hissed. "Ah, shit...." you giggled, finally somewhat adjusting as you started bouncing up and down at a steady pace. Holy fucking shit, it was bulging out of your abdomen.

"Atta girl..." he purred, his grip on your hip tightening. The other hand rested behind his head once more, enjoying the show. "Feels good, huh?"

You nod as you bounced faster, leaning back with your hands on his thighs. The sounds of your ass slapping on his skin along with your moans echoed off the walls. Your tits bounced in rhythm to your pace as his hand trailed up, cupping them softly as he soothed up and down your body before settling between your thighs, his thumb rubbing tight, firm circles on your clit that made your legs threaten to close right then and there.

"Like ridin' my cock, doll?" he chuckled.

"Fuck, yes!"

He met your hips with small thrusts, furthering your pleasure as you were about to come undone once more. Your cunt clenched impossibly tighter on his cock as your orgasm was about to wash over you. Your vision was hazy, all you saw behind your closed eyes was colorful stars as he coaxed that orgasm out of you, breathy pants and grunts as he held himself back from erupting at your pleasure.

"Cum for me, that's it," he gritted through his teeth, thrusting harder up into you as you screamed out, nails scratching down his chest, both of your bodies tensed up.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you chanted in your ecstasy.

"Shit, I can't... Fuck..." he groaned out, emptying his spend inside of you as his cock twitched inside of you. "Fuck, couldn't hold back."

You gasped in all the air you could, meeting his still lust-filled gaze looking up at you. "It's okay... I'm on the pill," you laugh.

He chuckled, rubbing softly up your back as he pulled you down into a gentle hug. "Wanna do that more often, little lady?"

That was definitely the best lay of your life. No way you're letting him go.

You laugh into his neck as you shake your head. "Yeah... definitely."

Your phone vibrates on the floor and you lazily get up, his soft cock falling out of you, mixtures of both your arousal seeping out of you.

Your friend: Hey

Your friend: Are you okay?!

Your friend: Y/N! Answer me!

You: I'm fine, sorry. I got a ride home. Did you make it home safe?

Your friend: Yes! I was worried sick about you! 10 more minutes and I would have called the cops! What happened?

You: I'll tell you later, okay? Glad you're okay <3

"Everythin' a'right, doll?" Ghost asked.

"Yeah, friend I went with was worried about me. Told her I'm okay," you smiled, heat rising over your cheeks again as you thought about how all of this happened. "Care for a shower, cowboy?"

"Sure thing, sweetheart," he chuckled.

Hehehe cowboy Ghost 🥰😍

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teastyun · 1 year ago

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some spicy Ellie x reader recs 📌

author's note: thanks for the positive response on my recent post!! as a thank you i'd like to share a few Ellie recs <3 I mostly read fics involving Abby so you'll see a few fics by the same author for this one since i'm not big in this spectrum :)

spicy abby recs

One of Your Girls by lovelettersfromluna

ᰔᩚ roommates to lovers - top!Ellie, bottom!reader

↬ my favourite trope AND cam girl Ellie recording with the reader? 🤯 it hits all the right spots

↬ ALSO,, motorbike girl Ellie?? A DREAM

↬ all three parts were super fun to read because of the author's smooth writing style

Once again, for the first time by lovelettersfromluna

ᰔᩚ best friends to strangers to lovers - top!Ellie, bottom!reader

↬ from best friends to one-sided love to mourning to lovers UGH

↬ they're so stubborn and dramatic,, loved their tension

Still Alive by lovelettersfromluna

ᰔᩚ best friends to enemies to lovers - top!Ellie, bottom!reader

↬ as you can tell,, the author makes me fold in half

↬ the banter and jealousy is *chefs kiss*

↬ similar to my last rec, but this one is even more spicy and dramatic 🫨

my sweet girl. by evera-era

ᰔᩚ friends to lovers - top!Ellie, bottom!virgin reader

↬ it's fluffy but spicy at the same time in case you want to read sth more softer

↬ the author has such a romantic writing style,, i couldn't stop smiling while reading 🥺

save a horse, ride a cowboy by catfern

ᰔᩚ top!Ellie, bottom!reader

↬ Alexa play ride by Sir Mix-A-Lot

↬ dom Ellie AND the strap game on point 😩

Ellie with a breeding kink by seattlesellie

ᰔᩚ top!Ellie, bottom!reader

↬ if my partner asks what i wanna do next imma pull this post up OOPS

f**k you. by evera-era

ᰔᩚ enemies to fuck buddies? - top!Ellie, bottom!reader

↬ Ellie is mean af but the hate sex>>>

↬ and the ✂️ UGHhhh

thanks for reading <;33

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #tlou2 #the last of us 2 #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x y/n #ellie tlou2 #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #tlou ellie #tlou x reader #tlou recommendations #abby tlou

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sofasoap · 2 years ago

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Interlude: Here comes the insertion specialist

Pairing: König x f!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: Don't give König ANY alcohol.

Warning: M Rated. INNUENDO, INNUENDO! Alcohol consumption ( be responsible people), swearing, sexual theme. Slight crack fic. English isn’t my first language, there will be a lot of grammatical and tense mistake.

A/N: This is part of the world what I dubbed “ Mini MacTavish Universe”. Inspired by @saltofmercury ’s “ “The Favorite MacTavish”. Praise her for lending me her character and universe * starry eye *. Go read her brilliant stories!

“masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

You know König doesn't drink alcohol. No big deal. Each to their own. Maybe he just doesn't like the taste of it. What you didn't realise is he has ZERO tolerance to alcohol.

Kortac was in UK again after a successful joint operation with the SAS. To your surprise, Johnny rang you and ask if you want to travel to Credenhill to join the party. "That's rare, usually I have to beg you to let me tag along!"

"... The team was asking for you." " They are asking for their FAVOURITE MacTavish you mean?"

" Jesus Christ, do you want to come or not?"

" Just give me the date and I'll check my shift timetable."

You were secretly excited you will get to see König again after the chance meeting which turned into, according to Emma, a coffee date. Was that a date? You don't know. Do you like him? Maybe. For the moment you are just enjoying your time texting back and forth. ( or mainly him sending pictures of what his current little carving projects are or interesting things he notice while on mission. It's quite adorable really. )

Dropping off your luggage at the airbnb near the barrack, you make your way towards the bar frequently attended by the team. Walking in, loud noises hits you instantly. The pub was packed full of people, it's a popular spot for the SAS soldiers since the barrack isn't far off. You look around trying to find your brother. Soon enough you spot Ghost's tall figure with Johnny and Gaz playing a round of snooker. You ran up to your brother and tackled him from behind.

"Mini! you made it!" Gaz exclaimed. "What's a gathering without me livening up the atmosphere?" You high fived each other. Johnny turned around and gave you a big hug.

" How was the train ride here?" "Busy. Lucky I booked my ticket as soon as you told me about the gathering." Pointing at Ghost, " Am I allow to greet him? or is the no Ghosting rule still apply?" "What are you planning." he look at you deadpan expression. " Nothing. I am just being friendly." " Why does this sound familiar." You turned and smiled at Ghost, " Hey Simon. "

" ... Hey." " Mini." " Hey Uncle Price!" You left Johnny's embrace and went in for a hug with Price. Why does Ghost look slightly disappointed?

"Who else is here?"

Price pointed towards the table near the bar. "Some of the KorTac members are over there, the rest are scattered around." "OHh I see new people I haven't met." " MINI" Johnny and Simon chimed in same time with warning tone.

" Yes Sir, I know Sir, I will behave Sir.” You gave the boys your best salute and wondered towards the bar to order a beer. While standing at the bar, you see König, per usual, hiding at the edge of the room, trying to make himself invisible with a glass of what looks like a coke in his hand, listening to his teammate's conversation. Doing your best you try to wave to him, he spotted you, his eyes lit up and timidly waved back. Horangi saw the interaction, elbowed König and teased him a little. König duck his head down, blushing. You felt a set of eyes on you, turning around you can see Ghost looking at your direction, eyes narrowed. What's his problem?

Soon you find yourself mixing with the ladies from both teams, gossiping away. They sure have fascinating stories to tell, tales of war to suitors or love interests they meet during their missions.

".... and would you believe, their pick up line was, "“I’ve lost my teddy bear! Can I sleep with you instead?”" You laughed, " Oh gosh, that sounded like me from last time!" " Look, if it comes from you, it sounds cute, but coming from that person??" Nova made a face. " Mini, come on, got any stories to tell? Any strange pick up lines?" " Sadly no. All the boys that wants to approach me been scared off by Johnny." " Pfft, for a casanova like him, it's bit contradicting. no offense Mini."

" None taken Kleo. I know my brother is a manwhore. A gentlemanly manwhore." Everyone burst out laughing. Out of corner of your eyes, you saw König swaying a bit in his seat. No one else seems to notice. His drink nearly finish. Maybe he is tired? All of sudden, he stood up, startling the people around him, and proceed to swagger towards you, full of purpose, you will be lying if it doesn't stir the heat up a little bit down there. Cocking an eyebrow, you turned your chair towards him. Waiting for his next move. Stopping right in front of you, he leans down, hands on both side of you on the table, trapping you. Gosh, he does have beautiful blue eyes, the piercing blue eyes.... wait, is that bit of alcohol you can smell from his breath?

"Hello Schatz." He purred. "Do you know why they call me insertion specialist? because I am VERY GOOD at ramming... " his eyes flickers down towards his crotch, " THINGS... especially into people." The whole pub just went dead silent. Your jaw dropped. Is he trying to flirt with you? Hearing a loud clank noise, your eyes darts towards the snooker table, Johnny had dropped his cue, eyes wide with shock, while Ghost looks like he was about to murder certain someone with veins popping out of his forehead. Gaz was laughing his head off, smacking Price's back, making him choke. " WHO THE FUCK ADDED RUM INTO HIS COKE!!!!"

Just think of the way König walks at the character intro screen. mmmmm.

lack of sleep does this to you. Oops.

#könig cod #könig x oc #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #könig imagine #könig x reader #König x you #könig x y/n #könig call of duty #bit crackish?

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ryomens-vixen · 1 year ago

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90s!BF-GOJO SATORU HEADCANONS

I'll try to make this as Diverse as I can so-

(H/T) = Hair Texture

(E/C) = Eye Color

(H/C) = Hair Color

(B/T) = Body Type (🍎, 🍐, slim, etc you get it)

(S/C) = Skin Color

CW: Minor🔞 DNI, 🤏 of Smut, Fluff, Idk whatever else comes to my head.

Word count: Ion fckin know 🤷🏾‍♀️ Have Fun and don't forget to ❤ and Reblog!

90sBF!Gojo Who would roll up to your house in his black 1992 Pontiac Firebird blasting Sir-mix-Alot's ride, You could just hear it from the comfort of your bedroom. How did you know you were going somewhere? Did Suguru snitch on you again? Of course he would that's his homeboy for fuck sakes, Either Satoru would make you talk to him one way or another even if that meant disturbing the old folks that lived next door.

90sBF!Gojo who'd roll his window down at the sight of you walking out in (Your outfit of Choice),while peaking over his dark round shades Satoru wore a White sleeveless tank top, gold chain, and grey sweats.

"Gyattdaaamn~ Well would yah getta look at you, baaaby~ Looking good f'me and not anyone else I hope."

He had that cocky little smirk etched across his face, he knew exactly what he was doing showin up over here looking as good as he did and cocky as always. Boy did he get on yo nerves sometimes.

You stood atop of the porch, hand on hip staring at him with an annoyed expression written across your face.

"Gojo-"

"It's Satoru, baby... Or Toru for short yah know since you was screaming it a couple nights ago. So, instead of having a that lil attitude how bout you come get in the car and let TORU fix it."

When ya dance, I'm on ya 🎶

When ya walk, I'm on ya 🎶

When ya moan, I'm on ya 🎶

I'm that nasty dog and I tried to warn ya

To the 'tel, to the 'tel we go 🎶

Don't need a bed 'cause I'm good on the floor 🎶

When a chocolate masterpiece walks by- 🎶

90sBF!Gojo who sweet talked you enough to let him take you somewhere, at least it was a lot better than where you intended on going. Parked in an empty parking lot, one leg hanging out the window loosing a shoe in the process, other on the dashboard, seat laid back with Satoru giving you the best toe curling, soul lifting, overstimulating head imaginable while sir-mix-alot still played. Satoru knew just how to fix that attitude of your nothing, but some head and good dickin to cure it, and if he could he would freak you all damn day until you're either drunk on dick or too asleep to even remember what you were mad at him about.

90sBF!Gojo who took you to the basketball court to watch him play b-ball with Kento, Suguru, Ryomen And Toji right after making you wet up his seats and dashboard with your juices, man did he love it when you made his car smell like coochie... Yeah Satoru was freak nasty, but not as Nasty as his home boys, but only you would know that.

90sBF!Gojo who also enjoys hittin a blunt or two while you're giving him & Suguru head in their shared apartment.

[Now for some Fluff]

90sBF!Gojo who enjoyed gazing into your beautiful (E/C) eyes every chance he could because he loved the way you'd get nervous and fidgety everytime he made eye contact with you. He especially loved it when you'd avert your eyes elsewhere to avoid him, all for his to get up make his way over to you and grab you chin. With that smile ooh... That smile on his face as he makes you stare into his eyes until you're nothing, but putty in his hands.

90sBF!Gojo who enjoys buying you all types of earrings, bracelets, and necklaces as a way of showing you that you're his.

90sBF!Gojo who sits outside your house, Suguru holding a boom box in hand blasting "Nobody by Keith Sweat" while Gojo lip sync, Kento was also there as moral support, but can't help but to feel the second hand embarrassment listening to you cuss Satoru out from your window, and him screaming the lyrics as the ass crack of night. Maybe if he wasn't flirtin with that trick at the grocery store, then neither one of you would be in this position.

90sBF!Gojo Who enjoys helping you brush and style your (H/C) & (H/T) on days where you just don't feel like it or don't have the money to get it done yourself.

90sBF!Gojo who constantly talks about a getting out of the hood and marrying you one day, but also teasing you about having Suguru move in whenever that happens.

90sBF!Gojo Who gets all his Romantic ideas from Kento and Suguru because he doesn't have a clue about being Romantic in the slightest, but he knows he wants to treat you like the Queen you are.

90sBF!Gojo who takes you out of town on these expensive dates where you don't even have a clue about how much he's spent because he won't tell you. He wouldn't want your pretty little head to worry about some silly numbers.

90sBF!Gojo who introduced you to Toji's son Megumi who he and Suguru were taking care of while Toji was once again, in jail for something he shouldn't have been doing in the first place.

90sBF!Gojo who watched as you played around with megumi from time to time, hugging him, kissing his face, styling his hair, carrying him around on your hip as if he wasn't big boy enough to walk on his own. It Gojo realize how much he really wanted to marry you and have kids with you, you're the perfect mother for his children in his eyes.

90sBF!Gojo who loved feeling on your (B/T) shaped body and kissing on your beautiful, soft (S/C) where ever he could get his lips and hands on. He just loved the feel of you it didn't matter what you were doing. You could breathe and he'd come over just to put his hand and plump lips on you.

90sBF!Gojo who would wake you up with kisses and the smell of breakfast in the morning.

90sBF!Gojo who would embarrass you with his need for PDA if anyone tried to flirt with you while he is with you. The way he would grab a hand full of your ass and immediately shove his tongue into mouth is ridiculous. Just to drive off one person? Yes. Yes it was necessary TO HIM. Meanwhile you're squirming and pounding at his chest for him to stop because you're in public.

90sBF!Gojo who would teasingly call you his ole lady, even though he's the one that older than you. You just look like you're older than him because of his luscious skin and beautiful features.

90sBF!Gojo who can't handle his alcohol at all, waking up whining to you about his hangover and how he'll never drink with the boys again. He's so cute when he's all whiny and needy- So you end up taking care of him and staying in bed the rest of the day, I mean you DID warn him not to drink to much cause he's a lightweight.

90sBF!Gojo who would definitely go shopping for matching outfits with you.

90sBF!Gojo who can't stand not being away from you for more than a day. Yeah I missed his best friend Suguru after days of spending the night at your place, but he has to go back home and he's a LOT needier than you are. He'll sit at the apartment all quiet, pouty, and pissy because he wants to be in your arms longer, listen to your sweet voice, feel your hands massage that spot at the back of his head that sleeps so good it makes him sleepy.

90sBF!Gojo Who calls you complaining during boys night about how Suguru, Kento, Ryomen, and Toji are "fuckin wit him" about you and it's making him mad. All for you to laugh at him and the boys playfully telling them to leave him alone before you come over there.

90sBF!Gojo who after a long frustrating day at work where he was a teacher. Comes to your crib uninvited just to lay on you and decompress, dealing with a bunch of bratty, snort nose, whiny ass kids just wasn't his cup of tea yet he was so good with children! Even Megumi is in his class and Megumi loves gojo... Sorta.

90sBF!Gojo who randomly brings up possibly having kids with him and how he's already thinking of baby names, like if it was a boy he's name would be (x name) or if it was a girl her name would be (x name).

90sBF!Gojo who talks about where he should get your name tattooed on him, maybe his neck, or his back, maybe his arm, or maybe.. Just maybe on his sexy V-Line that you loved outlining with your finger tips whenever he was shirtless.

90sBF!Gojo who would annoying call your mom or you dad on you to make you talk to him when all else fails. Oh did your parents love Satoru he was already an in law in their eyes, but oh did you fuckin HATE when he does that shit like you weren't going to talk to him in a few days.

90sBF!Gojo who would get a stern talking from your father the first time you brought him home to your parents, hoping to God he doesn't embarrassing.

I hope you all enjoyed this was so hard so me to do 😵💫 there was so much going on around me during the making of this, BUT PLEASE DON'T COPY OR PLAGIARIZE My work, I worked really hard on this.

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo angst #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu gojo #geto x reader #jjk toji #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo fluff

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raythecreator21 · 2 months ago

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I’m so mentally ill about wren please..what is their favorite passtime

Favorite food

Do they prefer cats or dogs

What do they wanna grow up to be

Whats their idea of a dream date

(Can I adopt them? /j)

What genre of music does he like?

Would he ever start a band?

HIIII HIIIIII HIIIIIIII

Wren's favorite passtime? See, he'd tell you it's riding his bike and working on cars and shit... but really, it's drawing and obsessively listening to music. Idk why he's ashamed of that, but he sure as hell is.

Favorite food: probably like korma or something. His grandfather is an amazing cook and is always making Wren something and spoiling him with food. So if anyone asked him what his favorite food is, he'd just say, "Uh... whatever my grandfather makes, honestly."

Dog or cat person: He's a huge cat person, and i almost feel like it's obvious. Whenever he gets the chance to, he rants about his own cat. LESLEY! she's a ragdoll cat, and Wren found her on a rainy day when she was a little kitten and- you need to interrupt him. He will be talking for hours.

Dream job: Wren wants to be a fashion designer, BADLY. But he'd never admit that. He just tells everyone, "Oh... I'll just work with cars, yknow?"

Dream date: OOOOOO!!! I know Wren has thought about date ideas for HOURS AND HOURS. he is a hopeless romantic, can you tell? Anyway, his dream date would be making homemade pizzas + movie night. (Even better if it's a western movie night)

Music genre??? Don't even TRY to ask Wren about music he likes because you will be stuck listening to him ramble about Marty Robbins and Lesley Gore forever. He's really into like 60s oldies? He also loves old country music. And also some western rock (like Lynyrd Skynyrd and Steve Miller Band, yk?)... he also really likes Sir Mix-A-Lot.

Would he start a band? Definitely! He loves playing bass, and he'd love the opportunity to get to play more (and also show off to Lefty... Wren is such a dork.)

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK !!!!!!! Also, I was watching the SpongeBob movie as I wrote this... it gave me motivation for some reason.

#wren abbas #bully oc #bully scholarship edition #bully #bully canis canem edit #canis canem edit #bully cce

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strawberryfairi · 9 months ago

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Drama, lots of denial, angst, sneaky link, lots of cheating, mutual pining, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

w.c: 5.4k💠 Released: April 8, 2024

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NOTE: Lmk if you want to be put on a taglist for this story y'all! You can inbox or comment under this post! But anywayssssss here's chapter 8 ❤︎

C.W: None

8; Stolen Away 偷偷溜走

3 Weeks Later (Next Month)

Tonight is a very..."special" evening for you and Ken. The two of you are currently riding together in an Uber to the private event being held at some random rich dudes mansion. Apparently he's some donor that's going to be slamming bucket loads of money onto the university. Why? Not really sure, then again, you don't really care.

On one hand you were really not excited about having to spend time around your mom and Ken's dad. The two of them together are just....ugh. Nitpicking and ridiculing every little thing the two of you do. Not holding hands? Problem. Not mingling enough? Problem. Mingling a little too much? Problem. It's freakin' ridiculous.

But of course, as usual, you suck it up and play nice. Something you're honestly very quickly getting tired of doing these days. But on the bright side, you look amazing, wearing a black mermaid style gown with silver sequins that form roses all over. A deep plunge, halter top design draws the eyes to your prominent collarbones, fully bare back, and cleavage. Black patent leather heels, with a diamonte small purse, finished with diamond drop earrings and a silver arm cuff around your left arm. In other words you're eating.

Now was this look possibly a little too sexy for such an event? Yeah, but it's a gown you've never gotten a chance to wear yet, so here you are. Your hair is up in a defined high puff ponytail, your bangs out in the front framing your face. Your hair kind of looked like Tinkerbell in your opinion, but the afro hair version.

When the two of you walked in together you quickly got into character, a small smile on your face as you look around the home. The lights are dim, not too dim, but definitely setting a vibe. A grand crystal chandelier greets you immediately upon walking through the front door, followed by a staircase that curls slightly leading to the next floor. The ceilings are high, and the house's color scheme consisted of deep red and gold. It's definitely an old home, maybe a pass down. There's soft music that plays in the background, Neo-classical style piano. It's an alright choice, Post-romantic style music would've fit the vibe better, but that's just you.

"Ahh! There they are!" Your ears perk at the sound of Ken's father's voice coming from the living room to the right. Ken sucks in a breath, trying to maintain the polite smile on his face as he leads you over and into the mix.

"Hey dad." He says softly, letting go of your hand to give him a guyish hug.

"Mr. Fujioka, I'd like you to meet my son Ken Ryuguji and his lovely girlfriend." His father smiles proudly, gesturing towards the two of you.

So this is the one that's donating to the school. Mr. Fujioka is an older man, grey hairs slicked back nicely with an expensive looking navy blue suit on. He has deep brown eyes, and a surprisingly kind smile. "It's nice to meet you sir. Thanks for having us here." Ken replies curtly, shaking the rich man's hand.

"Good evening Mr. Fujioka. It's a pleasure to meet you." You speak up finally, meeting his extended hand half way.

"The pleasure is all mine", Mr. Fujioka starts before leaning over towards Ken's right ear, lowering his voice down, "Now this beautiful woman right here's a keeper. Don't mess up what you've got, son." He advises, chuckling lightly as he leans away.

"I-I won't, sir." Ken actually blushes, surprising you more than the fact that this rich man was so kind.

Ken's dad continues small talk conversation with Mr. Fujioka, the two of them walking around together and inevitably blending into the mix of people. "Let's get a drink or somethin'." Ken says softly, already taking your hand and heading further into the house.

You notice a bunch of professors are here at this event, some mingling amongst each other with glasses of champagne in hand. To be honest, this whole thing was pretty boring. It's nothing but small talk conversations and bougie laughter all over the place. Everyone's standing around boasting about who's getting promoted and the board's new ideas to make the school a better experience.

At some point you had gotten sucked in to a conversation with the president of the university, a woman named Noriko Sato, while Ken was stopped by one of his professors. "H-hello Ms. Sato." You greet shyly, feeling a little nervous since this is the second time you've ever had a conversation with her, and the majority of it was just her talking to your mom while you just stood there awkwardly.

The woman can be a bit stony at times, and very bougie. Her smiles are always forced, and she has such a tight assed personality. Tonight she's wearing a forest green suit, (expensive looking like everyone else) and popped with white, and lastly, her signature red bottom heels. Her brunette hair is short, a bob look, with her bangs cut in a curtain style.

"Good evening. How are you?" She asks politely.

"Oh I'm good, how are you?" You answer with a more upbeat smile.

"I'm doing well." She replies softly with a nod, taking a tiny sip from her champagne glass.

A silence falls between the two of you, a very awkward one to be exact. You weren't really sure what to say to her, seeing as small talk isn't really your strong suit. Like, what else do you say after 'hey, how are you'? Nice weather we're having?! That's so cringy.

Then, with annoyingly perfect timing, your mom finally shows up.

"Sato! I'm so glad to run into you, and with my daughter no less!" Your mom beams, appearing from behind Ms. Sato.

"M/N, so good to see you tonight." Ms. Sato says with a smile, a bit more of a genuine smile than the one she had given you just seconds ago.

"Hi sweetie." Your mom says plainly, just as she joins your side.

"Hey ma." You smile, a sort of crooked smile as you try to keep your composure. This is the first time you've seen her in a bit over an entire month and she didn't even bother to give you a hug or anything. Just a weak ass greeting. You nearly wanted to explode at her, rant about how she needs to explain to you why she wasn't at the homecoming performance. It's not like you weren't going on and on about it every time you were able to talk to her about it or anything. You were hurt. It's the very first time you see her in a while and she barely reacts to your presence. What a mom...

"Ah, I watched the homecoming game and half time show. It was such a stunning performance." Ms. Sato says, cocking her brow towards you.

"I expect nothing less from my daughter. She is one of the top students in the dance department after all." Your mother boasts with a glance your way as she takes a sip from her own champagne glass. It took everything for you not to immediately roll your eyes.

"It was an amazing opportunity, Ms. Sato. I'm really happy with how everything turned-

You cut yourself off, eyes going fully wide as you notice Shuji on the far right side of the open living room. Blinking a few times you wonder if your mind was playing tricks on you, showing something that you wanted to see, but it was definitely real. There he was, standing over there with his camera resting in his hands, the strap around his neck as he looked down at the little screen.

Without even realizing, your eyes trail all over him, taking in his gorgeous outfit. It's the first time you've ever seen him so dressed up, wearing a black suit jacket and dress pants with a white button up shirt, topped off with a royal purple tie.

You notice instantly that his hair is much less messy looking, figuring he probably used some hair gel to keep it a bit more tamed down for the occasion. Gold rings adorned his pointer and ring fingers on each hand, and his signature golden drop earring went so well with his outfit, he just looked absolutely perfect. You could bet all the money in the world he smelled amazing too. Almost like a movie, his head lifts, making straight eye contact with you. Your heart nearly attempts to burst out of your chest as his eyes trap you in place.

It felt like it was just the two of you in the room out of nowhere, standing feet away under the dim lights of the old, luxurious mansion. Then all at the same time you feel the stresses of keeping appearances with Ken, your mom, and everyone else in your life disappear. It's just peaceful silence. But that didn't last very long at all...

The abrupt realization that you didn't finish your sentence and definitely just staring off somewhere behind the two of them, forces you to jump back into the conversation.

"W-With everything-..how-how everything turned out." You finish, clearing your throat as you rip your gaze away from Shuji's beautiful honey eyes, giving both Ms. Sato and your mom a polite smile.

Your mom and Ms. Sato both give you a weird look, Ms. Sato raising a brow a bit before letting it go. You notice your mom look a little annoyed at you, you'd probably hear from her about it later, as she always loves to give you 'reviews' about how you do at events like this or in general. "I'm gonna go and circle back with Ken. It was a pleasure talking with you." You chuckle awkwardly, slipping out of the conversation and dipping off into the next room before they could say anything.

"Where's he even at?" You whisper to yourself, searching around for your boyfriend. This was absolutely not the time for him to not be by your side, especially now that you know Shuji's here too. You needed Ken, needed him to stay by your side so neither you or Shuji (mostly Shuji) do something stupid that'll backfire in your face. A bunch of murmured "Excuse me's" slip passed your lips as you weave through people, not really sure where you were even going at this point.

After minutes of searching you'd just given up, ending up in some hallway that lead to what seemed like some guest bedrooms. In other words, an off limits area of the mansion. The lights were all off in this section, nothing but the dim warm lights from the party spaces behind you helped you see. You lean your back against the wall you were near, rubbing your chilly arms with your hands.

A feeling of deja vu hits you as you find a little spot to yourself. This was so similar to that frat party. Ken was off somewhere gone in the midst of the party while you were in some secluded spot, just sulking away. The only puzzle piece left now is-

"Hey doll." That familiar deep, sultry voice cuts through the soft silence.

You gasp, head snapping to the left, making eye contact with the one person you knew you shouldn't be around right now.

"Hello...random camera guy at the function that I've never met before in my life." You answer a bit strained.

"Never met before?! You're breakin' my heart." Shuji pouts, placing a hand over his chest.

"What're you doing here?! Don't you have people to go take pictures of or something?" You slightly whisper, trying to keep your voice low just in case anyone happens to come around.

"What are you doing here? 'Cause to me it seems like you were hopin' I'd find you back here." He grins, stepping closer to you. You jump back a bit, feeling a shiver trail down your spine as the scent of his intoxicating cologne finds its way to your nose. "No, that's not true. You need to go before someone catches you here with me." You urge with finality, looking around to make sure nobody was coming.

"Damn, I just get over here and you're already pushin' me away?" This time he seems to actually frown, a slightly offended look on his face. "Ken's here you know? My mom is here too. We cannot be caught together, like at all!" You stress, using your hands to make it more clear.

"They're not back here though." He says softly, taking your hand in his. You swallow, looking down at his big tattooed hand caging yours, then back up to his beautiful eyes. "Shuji..." You trail off tiredly, simply watching as he leans in till his lips are just barely touching yours. "You can't expect me to really leave you alone when you're walkin' around here lookin' like a damn goddess." He says lowly with a small grin on his lips.

You let out a flattered yet strained chuckle, heart fluttering as your brows crease in conflict. This man has to be temptation in human form. It's the only explanation for how he can so easily get you to throw away your self control and better judgement. He's gonna be the death of you, you're sure of it.

Then, in a moment of weakness, you lift your head, softly placing your lips onto his. Your free hand cups his cheek, basking in the way his lips move against yours. You didn't wanna stop, and you really wouldn't if you weren't obligated to be with someone else...

Shuji's hands glide down your body, leaving a sultry trail of electricity as they make their way to your ass. He deepens the kiss skillfully with his tongue, eliciting the most blissful moans from you. "Wait. We-..we can't do-...do this here." You stammer breathlessly between the kiss. He pulls away, giving you soft kisses along your jaw and down to your neck.

"That's funny, 'cause I was thinkin' we could do it right against this wall." He murmurs seductively against your hot skin.

"No, that's crazy! They'll hear us!" You argue through heavy breaths and light moans.

"If you don't keep quiet they will." He teases with a light chuckle, using a hand to cup and squeeze your breast. You let out a mix of a moan and airy huff of frustration. Maybe more sexual frustration than genuine annoyance if you're being totally honest.

"Shuji, I'm so serious, we cannot do this! You gotta stop playin' around! I'm gonna get in so much trouble, it-it's not even funny!" You stress anxiously.

"Then make me stop." He challenges, shifting the low cowl part of the front of your dress to the side, exposing your breast to the cool air. "What?" You whisper, completely caught off guard. "Stop me." He says again.

You're frozen, watching with an unholy mixture of nervous excitement as his tongue draws slow circles over your hardening bud, looking you right in the eyes as he does it. His other hand slides underneath the fabric, gently massaging your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb.

Welp...you terribly underestimated his level of recklessness and not giving a fuck for sure. This man's on a whole nother playing field. You weren't even close to brave enough to do something like this, and in public no less! Shuji Hanma is about it for real.

"Ok! Ok, wait wait wait! Let's just-..let's just do it after! Please, just wait till after this!"

30 Minutes Later

If you were bored earlier, you were completely over this event now. Thankfully you'd finally found Ken amongst the guys, chatting about sports related stuff and how the football team is doing. He seemed much more laidback now, less stiff as he talked. You just kinda stood there, not at all into the conversation as you needed some time to regain your composure after what nearly happened in that other room.

Every now and then Ken would hit you with a "Right babe?", to which you'd respond with a little "Mhm!" as enthusiastically as you could. You felt like those trophy wives in the movies, those women whose sole purpose is to just stand around quietly and be pretty, making your husband look good in front of the other men. For a moment you wonder if this is what your life is really gonna be like forever. How long would both of your parents want the two of you to be together? When college is over would you finally be free?

You look up at Ken, an unintentional frown on your face. You remember the first year with him, and how hard it was, trying with all your might to love him. It seemed like you were really the only one trying too, seeing as he barely tries to take any time and effort to really understand you and your interests. With Ken it's so hard to feel anything, he's from a whole different world. He loves all kinds of things that you don't, and you've tried to genuinely enjoy them for him, but it doesn't work like that. Ken's honestly right about one thing for sure, if you could leave him, you'd be gone in a flash and never look back even once.

What's scary about that is you feel less and less bad about it lately, specifically ever since meeting Shuji. Ken's still a human being with feelings, but so are you, and if he's honest he'd probably leave you too. Somehow during the chaos of homecoming night you stumbled upon someone that you'd rather spend every second of the day with over Ken, but can't. It feels like someone placed a chest full of all the riches in the world in front of you yet dangles the key to it right where you can't reach it. That's probably selfish, but it's truly how you feel.

"-..That's right! I got my little cheerleader right here."

Ken rips you out of your depressing thoughts, snaking an arm around your waist and looking down at you with a proud smile. The other guys make jokes about how he's so whipped, and found himself the perfect girl. Of course, you smile and chuckle along with them, leaning your head against Ken's chest for a moment.

Gosh...I hate pretending...

"Hey there Hanma! How's the still life project comin' along?"

Suddenly, your ears perk up at the name Hanma, head slightly turning to the left as you fully tune out of Ken's football talk. There was Shuji some feet to the left, almost perfectly in view if not for this tall man next to you, talking with some professor.

"Hey teach. 'S fine, I'm editing a few I like the most." Shuji responds, sounding genuinely nice.

"Good, good! I'm excited to see what you bring in; I really like what you do."

"Thanks." Shuji says with a small grin. "Where's your date?" He adds plainly.

"Where's yours?" His professor claps back in an amused tone.

"Ahh, got me there." The two of them chuckle a little before the conversation continues. They seem pretty cool with each other, this was the most chill conversation you've heard the entire night.

"Seriously though, you need to get yourself a girl. Somebody's gotta reign you in, wild child." The professor jokes. You listen closer as the two of them go silent. Wild child is correct....

"Oh don't tell me...there is someone already, isn't there?" His professor says mischievously, nudging Shuji's arm a few times. Your heart skips a beat, anxiously waiting for whatever Shuji's reply would be.

"Maybe." Shuji replies vaguely with a chuckle, shrugging a bit. Your breath catches in your throat at this point, mind racing about if this could actually be about you.

"Oh-hooooh! What's she like?" He asks with a proud grin.

"Bossy. Thinks she can tell me what to do all the time." Shuji comments plainly.

Involuntarily your head turns further to the left, a slight scowl on your face as you listen to his description. Why was his response so immediate? You are not bossy...

"And she always tries to act like she doesn't wanna be around me, even though it's obvious she does." He adds.

"Ohhh, you like those hard to get girls, huh?" His professor teases, nudging his arm playfully.

"Seems like it." Shuji grins with a little shrug.

"-when we get back, right babe? Babe?" Ken's voice and slight nudge on your right arm forces your eyes to peel away from Shuji, looking back at him and forcing a polite smile on your lips.

"What? Yeah! Yeah..." You answer Ken though you had zero clue what he was talking about, shaking your head a bit as you try to pay attention to the sports related conversation again.

"You know what, I'm gonna go grab a drink. I'll be right back." You mutter in Ken's ear, quickly slipping away once again and heading towards the long rectangular table covered in black cloth with rows of champagne glasses. You sigh deeply, replaying Shuji's words over and over in your head. He's trying to give you a heart attack, you just know it.

Your heart won't stop pounding, and every time you blink all you can see is him and those damn eyes. You reach the table, grabbing a glass and staring at the little bubbles that rise to the top. With your head downcast you weren't looking out at your surroundings, nearly bumping into someone as you started to walk away.

"Oh! I'm so sorr-Shuji?!" You gape, brows furrowing as you look up at his tall figure. "What.are.you.doing?" You grit out, eyes scanning the room to make sure nobody (nobody as in your mom, Ken, and his dad) saw the two to of you together.

"I wanted to talk to you." He says simply.

"You can't! I don't want Ken getting suspicious!" You stress exasperatedly.

"You worry way too much, doll. You're gonna make all your pretty hair fall out in a second." He replies playfully, chuckling lightly as he reaches up and grabs a few or your bouncy coils between his fingers.

"No, I actually worry the correct amount. It's you always causin' me stress that's gonna make my hair fall out." You sass, swatting his hand away and narrowing your eyes up at him.

"I'm actually the one that gets rid of your stress. Usually at my place-

"Do not. Don't start." You warn sternly, eyes narrowing further as you point a finger at him.

"Don't start what?" He asks innocently with a brow raised, tilting his head to the side as he steps closer to you.

"You're not even here to actually have a conversation, Shuji." You huff.

"Yeah nah, I just like messin' with you. Wanna dance with me, angel?" He grins, nodding towards the small crowd of people behind him.

"First of all, it's not that kinda party", You correct, "And even if it was, I still wouldn't dance with you."

"Don't be like that, doll. I'm startin' to think you like hurting my feelings." He pouts cutely.

"And I'm starting to think you genuinely enjoy causing chaos." You reply sassily. Shuji pauses, looking to the side with a guilty expression.

"...You know what, that might be true. But it's good chaos; positive chaos." He shrugs plainly.

"The words chaos and positive do not go together..." You narrow your eyes.

"But you know what does go together? You and me..gettin' the hell outta here...right now." He replies with a mischievous smile.

"Please..." You sigh exasperatedly. "That doesn't go together, actually. It doesn't go together at all." You state matter of factly.

"Why not?" He asks, actually having the nerve to sound genuinely confused.

"That's way too risky; and stupid." You argue, trying to lower your voice a bit more just to be safe. "Come on, you look way too good to be stuck with that joke tonight." He rolls his eyes, nodding his head discreetly towards Ken.

"Don't be mean, Shuji. Ken's not a joke." You frown, not amused. "And if I could leave early I would, but I really, really can't." You add, giving him a slightly apologetic look.

"Even if I steal you away?" He says mischievously, raising a suggestive brow.

Your brows furrow, looking at him genuinely lost...and skeptical. "What do you mean steal me away?"

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Shuji's hand holds onto yours, the two of you giggling and snickering like little kids as you run to his car parked at the end of the street. He'd gone and snuck you outside from the back of the mansion, running across the backyard and around towards the front.

"This is so bad; they're gonna know I'm gone! I gotta go back!" You ramble anxiously, yet your eyes betray you as they sparkle up at Shuji with childlike excitement, the both of you quickly hopping into the car.

"Easy doll. Tell 'em you got a migraine or somethin'. 'S fine." He shrugs placing his camera in the back, then grabbing his keys from his dress pants pocket and starting the car.

"I can't-..actually, that's not a bad idea." You nod, quickly whipping your phone out from your little sparkly purse, texting both your mom and Ken and telling them you'd come down with a bad migraine. You look out the window as the two of you dip off from the pretty mansion, heading out of the gated community and onto the main road.

"Where're we going?" You mutter softly, turning back to look at Shuji.

"I don't know, but you look way too good to go straight to my place though; even though I wouldn't mind that." He grins.

"I have faith you'll take me somewhere nice then." You giggle, feeling your cheeks heat up at his flirty words. The ride to wherever Shuji's going is so perfectly peaceful, and fun. Admittedly, this was the most free you'd felt all day. You like that Shuji always finds a way to make you laugh, sometimes to the point where your cheeks hurt from how hard you were smiling.

He'd taken you both into the city, pulling up and parking in front of a fairly medium sized, quaint looking restaurant.

Quite gentlemanly, Shuji gets out of the car, coming around and helping you out. His hand takes yours, leading you to the entrance of the restaurant. "You kinda look way too pretty for a little place like this, but..it's special to me; and the food's always good." He chuckles, sounding surprisingly and uncharacteristically nervous, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. Your heart strings pull as a warm smile makes its way across your lips, feeling flattered that he chose to take you somewhere that's special to him.

"I don't mind." You assure softly. It took everything in you not to swoon and let your mind wander, but it sure does feel a lot like a real date. A cute college couple getting all over dressed for a date just because and going out to eat somewhere that's budget friendly, chatting about your shared dreams of one day affording to go to the most finest, expensive restaurants.

The aroma of food trailed to your nose, making your stomach immediately start growling.

The place is actually pretty jumping with people, lots of tables are full and there's even a bar-looking area where people are sitting eating bowls of ramen. Shuji takes you over to that bar area, directly in front of the section where you could see the employees making the food that customers ordered. He looks particularly happy, not necessarily smiling, but there's this air around him where he's clearly radiating a level of happiness that had you raising a brow slightly.

Then, an older man, maybe in his fifties walks into the kitchen area in front of you both, carrying two large spoons. He freezes, making instant eye contact with Shuji next to you, his jaw dropping in shock.

"Hey pops." Shuji chuckles lightly, a small smile making finally its way across his lips. Meanwhile your heart drops straight to your ass.

Pops?! Hey pops?! What does that mean?! Is this his dad?!

"Shu! What're you doin' here?! When'd you get back?!" His dad beams, throwing questions left and right.

Awww! He calls him Shu!

"What d'you mean what am I doing here, I came to get some food; and come see you of course. But look, I brought someone." He grins, nodding towards you.

You sit there with a sheepish smile, your now clammy hands folded tightly on your lap. "Hi." You wave, your tone soft and bashful. Once again the older man's jaw hits the floor, his wide eyes shifting back and forth between you and Shuji. He must not have thought you came here with him. "You?! You brought her?!" He questions, his tone dripping with utter disbelief. You let out a little chuckle, hovering a hand over your mouth as you look at Shuji's offended expression.

"Yeah, me!" He says, pointing to himself.

"This girl right here? You brought her?!" He asks once again, his eyes still wide in astonishment as he points at you. You were honestly already starting to like this man a lot.

"Yes..." Shuji glares halfhearted, "Why are you actin' like it's such a-

"Aye Ryō! Shu's back, and he says he brought a girl!" He yells, cutting Shuji right off.

"WHAAAAT?!" You hear a voice holler from one of the cooking stations. Shuji lets out an exasperated sigh.

"I SAID SHU BROUGHT A-

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YA SHOE?!"

He facepalms with a deep eye roll. "WOULD YA JUST GET OVER HERE! YOU GOTTA COME SEE THIS!"

"Alright alright! Not like I'm cookin' or nothin'..." The guy grumbles.

Finally he comes into view, another older man with short, dark hair. He has about the exact same reaction to you as Shuji's dad (or at least who you're assuming is his dad) did.

"Who-who...who's this?!" He murmurs to his buddy.

"Well he says he brought her." His dad shrugs, still in disbelief.

"Whaaaat? He brought her?!" He gasps.

"Is it really that hard to believe...?" Shuji grumbles.

"Did ya tell Kenji?!" His friend asks.

"No not yet, I just seen this myself. He's gonna flip when he gets a look at this; go get him."

"AYE KENJI! SHU'S BACK AND HE'S GOT A GIRL WITH 'EM!" His coworker yells before walking off into the back area behind two white double doors. Shuji's dad then turns his attention back to you with an apologetic smile. "I apologize for the chaos little miss, it's just...we got a rare occasion on our hands here. My boy's never brought a girl-

"Alright alright." Shuji cuts in, yet his dad just keeps chatting, not even a little phased about his protests.

-around here, we're all a little uhhh in shock." He chuckles, "My name's Ren. It's great to meet ya."

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you also." You smile softly, shaking his hand over the counter top.

"So how'd you end up stuck with this guy, huh? He didn't kidnap you, right?" His dad asks playfully, yet there was a slight hint of seriousness in there at the same time. "Uuum, well it was kinda an accident? I lost my anklet during my homecoming performance a while ago and he happened to find it." You explain, trying not to laugh as his dad nods over and over again, listening intently to your short story.

"Whaaaaat?! You're a performer?! What do you do, sing?"

"No no, I dance. I'm a dance major." You chuckle softly.

"Oh woooow, it just keeps gettin' better and better." He mumbles in awe.

"It would be great to have some food..." Shuji grumbles again, already accepting that he was no longer the main point of interest or concern. Just then you notice from the corner of your eye, the other guy Ryō and another man you're assuming is Kenji standing behind the doubles doors' window that lead to the outside cooking stations where Shuji's dad is, gawking at you from a far with their mouths wide open. You look away instantly, forcing yourself not to laugh.

"So, what do you think of Shuji here; honestly? 'S this like a romantic kinda thing or is he already stuck in the friend zone as kids call it?" He asks then leans in, cupping a hand by his mouth yet his volume stays just the same, "I know he can be kind of a weirdo at times-

"Pops! Are you-when are you gonna go make some food?!" Shuji outbursts, actually stuttering which was the most shocking thing you've heard all night. At this point you fully break out into laughter at this whole situation. So much is happening right now.

"My fault Shu, I'm just proud'a ya, you know? The girl's practically a model sittin' here; she's beautiful! I gotta ask questions!" He raises his hands up in surrender.

"You're makin' her uncomfortable!" Shuji argues. No, he's uncomfortable...

"Sorry sorry, I'll lay off." He pauses for a moment then leans over to you, actually making an effort to lower his voice this time. "But y'know, if he screws up you just come get me, alright princess? I'll knock 'em back in line." He winks.

"Ok, I will." You giggle lightly with a few head nods.

"And with that, I'm done! I'll make you both the usual alright? Don't worry princess, you're gonna love it!" He rambles, even though he's already walking off to his designated cooking station. He's hilarious.

"Well that was very...interesting." You giggle, looking over at Shuji. He just facepalms in response, leaning his elbow on the table. "I really regret this decision..."

"You know, you could'a just told him we aren't actually together." You shrug plainly.

"You're the one with the "boyfriend", why didn't you tell him?" He claps back, raising a challenging brow at you. "Well he's your dad..." You narrow your eyes, yet feel kind of defeated as that comeback didn't really hit like you thought it would. Suddenly he gives you an annoying looking smirk, with a playful glint in his eyes. The switch up from him being embarrassed to wanting to mess around is crazy.

"Trynna be my girl for the night, angel?" He asks flirtatiously.

"Oh you'd just love that, huh?" You chuckle, raising a brow at him.

"Yeah I would, that's why I asked." He answers nonchalantly, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours on the counter. You roll your eyes halfheartedly, trying to act like his words and that little gesture didn't just set off all kinds of butterflies in your stomach.

"Hmm, well if it's just for tonight, I guess I don't mind being your girl." You grin.

"Look at 'em! Look at 'em!" You hear Shuji's dad murmur to his fellow chef Ryō, nudging him. He still hasn't started cooking yet, just standing there next to Ryō at his cooking station while watching the two of you.

Shuji looks over at his dad, eyes narrowing at the older man. "Oops, I got caught! I promise I'm starting now!" His dad says with a laugh just before Shuji could say anything, raising his hands in surrender and finally getting started for real.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Shuji's dad is a real one!!!! We love Ren out here! P.S.: I really hope y'all are enjoying this story fr. I be throwing my back out with this one trynna keep a good balance of plot and smut.

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