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alygator77 · 7 months ago

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༻behind the screen༺

♡ pairing. gojo x fem! reader (au you're coworkers)

♡ summary. when a late-night swipe on an anonymous dating app leads to a sultry phone call, you think it’s the perfect way to escape your work stress—especially your infuriatingly smug coworker Gojo Satoru. but when the man on the other end starts sounding eerily familiar, secrets slip out.

♡ contents. 18+ MDNI, smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, praise kink, dirty talk, satoru is pining over you.

♡ wc. 3k

♡ a/n this was a request! it became longer than i anticipated hehe. but i had fun writing it nonetheless 💕

Gojo Satoru was used to being in control. Whether it was at work, in social settings, or just walking into a room, he was the guy who turned heads, the one who made people laugh, the one everyone gravitated toward.

Confidence was his currency, and he spent it lavishly. But around you? His brain seemed to malfunction entirely.

It was infuriating, really. He could charm anyone with a single smile, yet you—you—barely spared him a glance. And when you did, it was usually accompanied by a glare sharp enough to cut glass.

But you didn’t hate Gojo Satoru—hate was too strong a word for someone as maddeningly smug as him.

What you felt for him was more akin to the annoyance of stepping in gum on a hot summer day or spilling coffee on your favorite blouse. He was a constant presence in your life, always hovering with his stupidly perfect grin and those ridiculous quips that made your eye twitch.

And yet, to him, you were an enigma. You didn’t fall for his charm, his playful teasing, or his self-proclaimed ‘devastatingly good looks,’ and that made you a puzzle he was desperate to solve.

At first, he chalked it up to frustration. No one had ever resisted him the way you did, and it had to be a fluke. Then, the realization hit him like a freight train: he didn’t just want your attention—he wanted you.

It was a big, messy crush, and he had no idea what to do about it. Gojo Satoru didn’t pine, for god’s sake. So, he acted indifferent.

Unfortunately, his strategy was… suboptimal.

Relentless teasing. Sarcastic remarks. Even the occasional ‘accidental’ brush of his hand against yours. None of it worked. Instead of pulling you closer, it only seemed to cement your belief that he was a certified pain in the ass.

Case in point: last Friday in the break room.

“Still no boyfriend, huh?” he’d asked with a smirk, leaning casually against the door frame as if he hadn’t been plotting that line all day. “Guess guys just don’t appreciate all that… sarcasm. Or is it the constant glaring?”

The flash of irritation in your eyes was immediate and searing. He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth, but instead of apologizing, he doubled down with a cocky grin. That was his defense mechanism—smugness as a shield.

You didn’t even bother to dignify him with a response. You stormed off, brushing his shoulder while your heels clicked against the floor as he stood there, internally kicking himself.

Now, as you lay in bed on a random Tuesday night, those words played on repeat in your head. It wasn’t because they hurt—of course not. But they lingered, burrowing into your thoughts like an itch you couldn’t scratch.

Was that cocky ass, right? No… you could get a boyfriend… if you wanted to.

The thought made you scowl, your finger aimlessly scrolling through your phone as the glow of the screen illuminated your face.

“God, who cares what he thinks…” you groan, tossing your phone aside. But the moment you did, it buzzed, and the glow of an ad caught your attention.

A dating app. Anonymous. Discreet. Perfect for someone who wanted validation… without the strings.

“Why not?” you mutter, tapping the download button.

You didn’t expect much. Maybe a few shallow conversations, something to pass the time and make you feel less… undesirable.

Fuck it.

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Gojo Satoru slouched on his couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest while his other hand flicked mindlessly through his phone.

The TV was on, some senseless drama he couldn’t care less about playing in the background. It was just noise, really—something to drown out the thoughts he didn’t want to entertain. Thoughts of you.

“You’re sulking,” Suguru’s voice cut through the haze, casual and smug as always. Satoru barely looked up as his best friend wandered in from the kitchen, a beer in hand.

“I don’t sulk,” his thumb swipes with more force than necessary, and the pout tugging at his lips, said otherwise.

Suguru snorted, plopping down beside him and cracking his beer open.

“Sure,” he said, leisurely taking a sip. “So, what’s your deal this time? Another tragic failure to get her attention?”

Satoru’s eyes flick up to glare at his friend, but the effect was less menacing and more petulant. He looks back at his phone, refusing to dignify that with a response. Still, his pout said everything Suguru needed to know.

“It wasn’t a failed attempt…” he grumbles after a moment. “She reacts… just… the wrong way…”

Suguru’s brow arches is amusement as he takes another sip of his beer.

“Lemme guess… she glared at you. Again.”

Satoru was silent, staring at his phone like it might provide him with a more dignified answer, but eventually, the admission slipped out, quiet and begrudging.

“Her glare is cute…”

Suguru doesn’t miss the soft pink dusting Satoru’s cheeks, and his eyes roll so hard it’s a miracle they don’t fall out of his head. He sets his beer down with a sigh, leaning back to rest an arm along the back of the couch.

“You’ve got it bad, man. Just confess already.”

“I can’t,” Satoru’s sigh is so dramatic it could’ve won him an award. He drops his phone onto his chest, staring up at the ceiling like it holds the secrets of the universe. “She totally hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Suguru counters. “She just thinks you’re an idiot, which—let’s be real—you kinda are.”

“Wow. Thanks,” Satoru said flatly. “Your support is truly heartwarming.”

Suguru shrugs, unbothered as always. He grabs his beer and takes another sip, eyeing Satoru like he’s both a lost cause and an endless source of entertainment.

“Y’know what your problem is?”

“Oh, please. Enlighten me,” Satoru stretches his legs out on the coffee table.

Suguru sets his can back down with a decisive clink.

“You overthink things with this girl. Maybe you need a distraction. You oughta download one of those dating apps everyone’s obsessed with. Blow off some steam.”

“A dating app?” Satoru’s nose scrunches in disgust, like Suguru had suggested he take up competitive bird watching or something.

Suguru, unperturbed, reaches over and snatches the phone off Satoru’s chest with zero hesitation. “Yep,” his fingers fly over the screen. “You’re clearly incapable of doing this on your own, so I’m doing it for you.”

“Wait, what—”

“There.” Suguru shoves the phone back into Satoru’s hands, grinning like a man who’d just solved world hunger. “All set.”

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That was how Satoru found himself lying in bed, staring at the app now loaded onto his phone—the bright interface practically mocking him.

A dating app? Seriously?

He was Gojo fucking Satoru. He didn’t need help in that department—if anything, people practically threw themselves at him.

And yet, here he was, thumb hovering over the ‘Get Started’ button like it was some kind of nuclear launch code.

“This is so dumb…” he mutters to himself, running a hand through his snow-white hair. But the alternative—sitting here alone and thinking about you—was worse. Much worse.

With a resigned sigh, he taps the button. The setup was painless enough, and he will admit that the app’s anonymity piqued his interest. No names, no faces, no preconceived notions—just bios and conversation. A refreshing change from his usual routine.

But once he started swiping, reality set in.

The profiles were… bland. Painfully so. If he had to read one more line about someone who ‘loves hiking and tacos,’ he was going to throw his phone across the room. Plus, the conversations he’d had were dull at best and unbearable at worst. Small talk wasn’t his thing, and most people just couldn’t seem to keep up with his wit.

Satoru was about five minutes away from deleting the app when your profile popped up. It was short, clever, and witty—his kind of humor. Intrigued, he swiped right and shot you a message.

Hours slipped away like water through his fingers. The conversation flowed so easily it was almost surreal. You didn’t tiptoe around him or try to impress him—you met his sarcasm with your own, and every jab you threw only made him want to know more.

The two of you talked about everything—movies, terrible music recommendations, the absurdity of office politics. The way you called out corporate nonsense had him laughing so hard he had to put the phone down to catch his breath. He couldn’t remember the last time someone made him laugh like that.

God—you were funny, sharp, and quick on your feet in a way that reminded him of—

Nah…

It wasn’t you. It couldn’t be. The universe wasn’t that cruel—or that kind.

He groans, tossing his phone onto the bed and rubbing a hand over his face. His mind was betraying him again, spiraling back to you like it always does.

‘You need a distraction. Blow off some steam.’

Maybe Suguru was right. Maybe he needed a distraction. Something—anything—to get you out of his head.

As his phone buzzes with a new message, his gaze drifts back to the screen.

still there, or did I scare you off?

A slow grin spreads across his face. Whatever. Whoever you were, you had his attention. For tonight, that was enough.

Still here. Hey, can I be honest for a sec?

mmm… depends. how honest?

He smirked, typing quickly.

Well, tbh I’ve been having a tough time. Got it bad for this coworker. Total knockout, but I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m an idiot.

He hits send before he can talk himself out of it, watching the little ‘delivered’ icon appear. Your reply comes after a brief pause.

yikes… sounds complicated.

He chuckles, already typing again.

You have no idea... anyway, I figured I could use a distraction. And if I’m gonna distract myself, I’d rather do it with someone who can actually keep my interest.

There was a beat of hesitation, and then he boldly added:

Wanna have phone sex?

This time, the pause stretched longer. Long enough for him to wonder if he’d blown it. But then, his phone buzzes again.

fuck it... why not?

Grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, he hit the call button through the app. The line rang once, twice, before clicking.

“Hi…” your voice greeted him softly.

“Hey princess,” he drawled. “Thought I might’ve scared you off.”

“Oh… no,” you said, a soft laugh escaping you. “But I will admit, you’re straight to the point, aren’t you?”

“Always.” He leans back further, his free hand trailing lazily over his stomach. “Why waste time, right? Life’s too short for tiptoeing around.”

Ironic, considering how he seemed to do nothing but tiptoe around you—his coworker—at work. You—who always had him second-guessing himself in ways no one else ever could.

However, this wasn’t about you. This was a stranger—right? A voice on the other end of the line. That was all.

But as you laugh through the phone, he closes his eyes, letting the sound settle over him. It was nice… and familiar. Too familiar.

No.

He was imagining things. Again. His brain was playing tricks on him, twisting your voice into something it wasn’t. There was no way it was you.

“So,” he said, steering the conversation back on track. “You’ve done this before?”

“Not really,” you admit, voice dipping slightly. “Actually… no. Honestly, I haven’t. This is my first time.”

His grin widens—the cocky edge returning to his tone.

“First time, huh? Well, you’re in luck. I’m an excellent teacher.”

You let out another soft laugh, nervous but sweet, and it sends a jolt of heat straight through him. What the hell is wrong with him tonight? Your voice—soft, familiar—it feels like a melody he’s heard before.

“Is that so?” you ask, breaking his train of thought.

“Hmm? Oh… absolutely,” he said, shaking his head with a smirk. His fingers drummed against his thigh as he forced himself to focus. “Just relax, princess. Let me guide you.”

“…okay,” you whisper.

He exhales slowly, letting the tension drain from his shoulders as he shifts lower on the bed.

“Now… are you laying in your bed for me?”

“mhmm…” you hum softly.

“Mm, good girl,” he murmurs. “Alright, tell me—what are you wearing?”

“Just… an oversized shirt,” the hesitation in your voice makes him grin. “Nothing else.”

“Yeah?” his hand trails down to the waistband of his sweatpants as he closes his eyes. “That’s perfect. Makes it easy to imagine my hands slipping underneath, right up to that pretty pussy of yours...”

Your sharp inhale crackles through the receiver, and the sound sends a thrill straight to his cock.

“Do something for me,” he begins palming his growing bulge. “Run your hands down your thighs… nice and slow. Tease yourself the way I would.”

There was a beat of silence, and he held his breath, waiting. Then, he heard it—a faint shift in your breathing, followed by a soft, shaky exhale. It was subtle, but it was enough to tell him you were doing exactly as he asked.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his own hand slipping beneath his waistband to wrap around his cock. It twitched eagerly in his palm, already hard and aching as he imagines you following his instructions.

“…you touching yourself, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah.”

The word trembles on your lips like a secret only he’s allowed to hear, and his grip tightens on his cock as he begins to stroke himself slowly—matching the rhythm he imagines your hand moving in.

“Good girl,” he purrs, the sheets rustling beneath him as his hand glides across his length. “Now slide your fingers inside that tight little cunt… nice and slow.”

Your soft moan spills through the line, and his hips buck involuntarily at the sound—his hand moving faster.

“Fuck… love hearing those pretty little sounds” he groans as his thumb swipes over his tip, slick with pre-cum. “How many fingers are you using?”

“Two,” you gasp as the word breaks into a moan.

“Add another,” he commands, almost a growl.

You hesitate for just a moment, but then your breathy whimper crackles through the line, and he hisses through clenched teeth, his dick twitching eagerly at the sound. But somehow, without meaning to, his imagination betrays him.

He pictures you—his coworker. Fuck, why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

You—head tipped back; lips parted as your fingers work you open—his cock throbbed eagerly at the mental image.

Fuck… this was supposed to be a distraction, not fuel for his already out-of-control infatuation. He groaned, annoyed at himself but powerless to stop, and his strokes grew faster, more desperate as he surrendered to the fantasy.

“Haa… that’s my girl,” he praises, eyes fluttering shut as his hips buck into his hand desperately. “Stretch yourself for me. Make yourself nice and ready for my cock… nngh… wanna fucking fill you up, princess. Make you take every inch.”

Your soft, choked moan crackles through the phone, and it unravels him further. His strokes grow faster, more erratic—his free hand gripping the sheets as he chases his release.

“Bet you’d look so pretty,” his hand becomes a frantic blur as he loses himself to his fantasy. “All spread out and dripping for me. Taking my cock like a good girl… haaa… gonna fucking stuff you full as you cum all over m’ dick.”

“Fuck… m’ cumming,” you gasp, and as your broken cry crackles through the receiver, it sends him careening over the edge.

“Fuck… yes, good fucking girl… haaa—m’ cumming too.”

He pumps his cock, hips jerking as thick, hot streams of cum spill over his hand and onto the sheets below. His breath hitches in his throat, and before he can stop himself, your name rips from his lips, raw and guttural, a desperate cry he couldn’t contain.

Through the phone, your own gasping breaths mingle with his—the faint sound of your release trembling through the line. Then, for a brief moment, the world was quiet, save for the shared rhythm of your breathing as the two of you come down from the high.

Until, reality set in.

Fuck.

He blinked up at the ceiling, his free hand raking through his hair as his brain scrambled to process what just happened.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He felt like a goddamn asshole. He’d just moaned someone else’s name—your name—while he was supposed to be with someone else.

What the hell was wrong with him?

But then, you laughed—a soft, breathless sound that broke through his spiraling thoughts.

“That was… fun,” you said warmly, slightly teasing. “But, um… how do you know my name?”

His stomach dropped.

“I… what?” his voice cracked slightly as panic clawed its way up his throat.

“You said my name,” you reply, a curious lilt to your tone now. “I don’t remember telling you my name. And, you know, the app is supposed to be anonymous…”

It hit him all at once.

The voice that had been haunting him, the one that felt so painfully familiar, the one he’d convinced himself couldn’t possibly be yours—it was yours.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as realization washed over him.

“Wait…” your tone shifts from amused to sharp. “You sound familiar. Like… Gojo?”

His stomach flips, dread pooling in his chest like ice water.

“Uh…” He froze, his mind scrambling for something, anything, that could salvage this disaster. “…hi, princess?” His tone was a weak attempt at his usual cocky charm—it fell flat. “Didn’t expect to find you on this app…”

There was a beat of silence, and then, like the idiot he was, his mouth moved faster than his brain.

“Sooo… still no boyfriend then, huh?”

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homunculus-argument · 15 days ago

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why do hyou post like every single day. sometimes multiple times a day. do you have tumblr on the ready for when a sick idea hits your head like a freight train

...of course? I always got the tab open on my computer and the app on my phone.

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angelkiyo · 27 days ago

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FUCK-PROOF EYELINER ! — S. GETO

⁀➴ syn: the rising band cursed expansion plan to play their first big gig…but not before suguru spends some time to relax with his pretty gf after she does his eyeliner.

tags + a/n: sorry for it being a tad late; i've been locked in this week with app preparations and being employed, 2.1k wc, nsfw, GETO WEARING EYELINER *cough* that one anon, geto being a d1 pussy eater, geto wearing LEATHER PANTS LMAO, p-in-v, unprotected, riding, unedited/lowk choppy? (if any of you guys are interested in being a beta reader for me, pls shoot me an ask in my inbox or a dm lol)

when you opened the door, the room was a practical sensory overload; it smelled of cigarette smoke, somebody’s blue raspberry vape, lavender incense, and something sweet—which was probably you and your miss dior perfume suguru got you for your birthday not too long ago.

it was loud due to the constant playing of instruments: suguru tuning his bass guitar, shoko practicing the drums, and not to mention gojo’s purposeful off-key singing of “king for a day”. while this, nanami was simply with some noise-cancelling headphones, glaring daggers at gojo’s incessant singing.

you peered over and walked to suguru, sat on the loveseat while he sang a bit. he looked over to you and his eyes brightened. “y/n! cmon!” he had asked you a few moments prior to do his eyeliner: something that he messes up on, despite the fans going crazy over it.

you sheepishly smiled and pulled out your pink make-up bag from behind you. nanami saw the both of you and cleared his throat to alert gojo and shoko to leave. gojo nodded and smiled, “we’re gonna run some errands before the gig. don’t have too much fun.”

suguru scoffed, letting them leave and close the door before he looked over at you and smiled. “hi baby. thank you for agreeing to do this.”

you nodded, “of course! anytime, my love.” he sat up a bit, giving you space to adjust yourself, sitting in a position where you’re straddling his thighs.

it’s moments like these where suguru likes to enjoy living in the moment with you. you always doll yourself up, even more so when he has a show. you wore a cute little black slip shirt with lace at the hem of the skirt and the sleeves with a cute little black jean skirt, plum ribbons in your hair, a necklace he bought you and finally: a little stick of eyeliner.

“hold still, my love.” you whispered, holding his face firm. your bodies were close to each other’s, to the point that you could even hear suguru’s heartbeat from where you were. the smell of his cologne and mint hit you like a freight train and you loved it. you decided to use your pencil instead of liquid; pencil allows for perfect little mistakes.

“you’re gonna blind me before my show,” he joked. his lips curved to a smile whereas yours attempted to fight one off.

“you’ve gotten hit by a mic-stand before. you’ll be alright.” you muttered. you pushed his bangs back to his ears and began to apply eyeliner once he closed his eyes.

“you apply it so gently,” he mumbled. you answered with a “mhm” and smoothly applied it on his eyelids before moving onto the bottom of his eye.

“alright, you big baby. i’m gonna do your waterline, okay?” he shot you a smile and nodded, “just don’t blind me.”

you shuffled to be at closer precision near him and felt suguru’s arms snake around your waist. the coldness from his ring-clad fingers on the skin of your waist sent shivers down your spine. he was so meticulous, yet gentle. the beautiful shade of violet that graced his irises made your chest tighten and butterflies flutter in your stomach like you had a school girl crush.

the lights from the room were dim and made his features appear softer. his hair was half-up and the rest of his soft hair spilled over onto his shoulders nicely. as beautiful as your man looked right now, you were focused. you hummed softly under your breath and slowly began to use the little plastic on the bottom of your eyeliner pencil to smudge it a bit on the outers of his waterline. “and…done.”

he blinked and looked at you, and just something about his already alluring gaze amplified by something so trivial like eyeliner, did something to you. the smooth yet imperfect look of the eyeliner gave edge to his pretty face, clad with his eyebrow, lip, and nose piercings. the eyeliner accentuated his beautiful eyes and it sent you over the edge. you grabbed the little compact mirror that you keep around in your makeup bag and handed it to him. he examined your work on his eyes and he smiled.

you clicked your tongue on the roof of your mouth, “you look good.”

he laughed softly, placing the compact mirror onto the coffee table in front of the couch, and then played with your hair framing your face, “all thanks to you, my love.”

he grabs your wrist gently with one arm, pulling you in to kiss your cheek, while the other sits on your waist. “let me thank you, baby.”

he held your face softly as he kissed your lips gently, passionate. you felt his pierced tongue slide in your mouth, his hands roaming around your body gently like you were made of porcelain. he begins to lower his kisses from your lips to your neck slowly and sensually. his ice-cold hands against your warm skin sent shivers down your spine again.

“a-ah! suguru, your show…” you whispered, your lips slightly opened at the sensation of his touches and lips on your neck.

he smiled at your concern. “doesn’t start for another 3 hours... we’re okay, love,” he muttered. suguru laid you on the loveseat, his knees planted between your legs. he gently tugged at the hems of your lacy top and slid it and your jean skirt off with ease, showcasing the pretty lacy set you decided to wear; they were purple, his favorite color.

“you look so pretty, baby. if you think i look good, my lovely girl, you look like a goddess,” he said, showering your body with kisses, ending at the little star tattoo on the right side of your abdomen, a matching one you have with him.

your entranced gaze is glued onto him as he begins peeling off the layers of black clothing he adorned, exposing his own detailed and intricate tattoos on his ribs, reaching over to his back. designs of snakes, ravens, and phrases in kanji were etched on his smooth, pale skin; they were some of your favorite features about him.

suguru went down on you again, slowly leaning down to where your pussy was: dripping and practically impatient for him. "so wet f'me already. hm, pretty girl?" he said, moving the crotch area to the side and sliding his long fingers to feel you. you didn't have to look at him to know that he was grinning.

you breathed out, a sigh of impatience and restlessness leaving your lips. "fuck, suguru. just fuck me already..." you whined.

“be patient, sweetheart.” he said, going down on you. his teeth latched onto the waistline of your violet lace panties, pulling them down slowly. his thumb met your clit where he began to massage it slowly. he equipped his index and middle finger to slowly thrust into you.

“my—ngh—god!” his fingers felt fast and steady, thrusting into you and intricately moving his fingers like he was playing his damn guitar; it felt too damn good. he was playing with your pussy like it was a guitar.

then, before you knew it, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, where it met your entrance.

“fuck…suguru—!” you whined, feeling the cold metal of his tongue piercing against your hot fluttering walls; he simultaneously kept his thumb on your clit.

suguru was a fucking tease to you, making eye contact with you as he practically ruined you with his tongue. his head was snug between your legs ever so nicely while his tongue went in and out and in and out with such vigor. you felt compelled to practically arch your back in reaction.

you rolled your hips against his face, it felt too damn good. his soft black hair was intertwined with your fingers, the strands being pulled every time suguru went too fast. "fuck, lovely. you taste sweeter than my favorite candy..."

your whines filled the room, walls fluttered against his tongue, and you bucked your hips at your eventual release, suguru's name being yelled like a continuous prayer.

when you eventually came, you couldn't help but ogle at the man, sticking his index and middle in your pussy just to fucking taste you. you eyed him as he placed his fingers in his mouth with a mischievous grin etched on his face, “so so sweet, my beautiful girl.”

you cocked your eyebrow at the evident tent in his pants, laying your weight on your elbows to lift yourself up slightly, “need help with that?”

god, were you in for it.

“willing to help me?” of course, why wouldn’t you. you quickly unbuckled his leather pants and slid down his boxer briefs, his cock springing up and hitting his abdomen. suguru was big; specifically more lengthier than thick but curved a bit.

suguru sat down and leaned against the armrest of the couch you were on, “ride me, pretty girl?”

you sucked your teeth and giggled, grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times before lifting yourself on your knees to have them on each side of his thighs. “god…” you muttered, rubbing his tip against your folds. suguru’s hands found themselves on your hips as you began to slowly sink yourself onto his throbbing erection.

you felt like the wind was knocked out of you as suguru slowly but surely entered you inch by inch. the stretch was too fucking much and you felt him practically split you in half with the way you were then slammed onto him, despite your arousal already acting as lubricant for such. your lips parted and you felt his hands guide your hips side to side on his cock. “jesus christ—! aah—suguru!”

the simple feeling of him handling your hips with such force and the sound of his rough groans sent butterflies to your core. you felt him hit your pleasure spots and threw your head back in reaction; he was too fucking good and you felt on the brim of overstimulation. it was messy.

on the other hand, suguru was fucking loving this; he was leaned back and admiring the way your pretty tits bounced with every thrust and the way your head threw itself back. your skin was ever so soft against his calloused fingers as he maneuvered you on his cock, feeling you practically milk him and attempt to squeeze him dry. every thrust, moan, gasp played as a symphony before him. not to mention how incredibly sexy you looked. god, you were a sight to behold.

“you’re so pretty, baby…” he groaned, smiling at your expressive face as you were getting fucked before his eyes. before you came, suguru laid your body on top of the couch instead, his name along with a string of curses, once again, becoming a repeating chant you yelled out as you felt yourself come again.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck— suguru!”

you felt his cock twitch and the blush on his cheeks becoming more apparent. you felt him pull out and release on your stomach, painting you in milky white.

you sighed, stretching your arms and feeling the weight of the couch get lighter. your boyfriend got dressed and walked over to the bathroom near the lounge area to get you a warm towel to clean you before he slid your underwear and skirt back onto you and handed you your top, sitting next to you.

“your eyeliner still looks good,” you giggled, caressing his still-blushing face. the eyeliner still looked smudged but in the regular rockstar sexy way that he wears it.

“all thanks to you. nice to know it’s fuck-proof,” he remarked, laughing lightly.

suguru kissed your cheek and caressed your face with such care, like you were a doll. “see you front row?” he said, voice low in your ear.

you laughed lightly, “where else would i be, babe?”

you kiss him on his jaw, soft and slow; the action alone made him groan under his breath, letting out a little 'fuck' before laughing lightly. suguru smiled at you and twirled your hair with his index finger.

“good. i play better when you're watching.”

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aceecee · 2 months ago

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Salvage - Prologue

Salvage

To save from destruction, damage or ruin.

In other words, please let him fix it.

WC: 716

Masterlist

The revving of his motorcycle engine is barely heard.

Heavy rain falls down onto him, making contact with the ground. He’s the only soul around for miles. Not a single thing can be seen through his visor, something detrimental for any normal fool in this position. But he was neither a fool nor normal. He knew these streets like the back of his hand, he’s confident he can get to Point B from Point A blindfolded if ever needed.

It won’t ever be needed. But it never fails to have plans set up for all sorts of scenarios.

The set of coordinates on his phone that is currently safely tucked into his pockets lead him to a twist of alleys. He’ll have to get off here and walk the rest. The shelter in the alleys gives him reprieve from the rain. The coordinates lead him to an abandoned shack. He enters the freight elevator, only one other floor is available. He presses the button.

When the door opens, he’s greeted by the sight of a deteriorated room. The only furniture is the desk in the middle of the room, the wood it’s made out of is chipped. It’s accompanied by a chair. There’s a single laptop on the desk. It’s the only thing out of place, with one glance he can tell it must have cost its owner a pretty penny. The laptop is left open, the screen being the only light source. Per his request there are no cameras around. A good sign.

He walks over to the chair and sits down. The screen shows a normal chatroom. He’s already been logged in as ‘Mr Sylus’. His hands move to the keyboard.

Mr Sylus Hello.

He waits. A chat bubble pops up.

Nocturne We finally meet, Mr Sylus. I trust you found your way with no issues? I’d apologize for the rain but I don’t exactly control the weather.

Mr Sylus We do have something called a ‘weather app’.

Nocturne We do. You could’ve easily rescheduled.

Mr Sylus A little rain never bothered anyone.

Nocturne I suppose you’ve considered my offer then? What is your answer?

Mr Sylus I can’t help but be curious as to why you reached out to me. I was under the impression that you targeted those just like me.

Nocturne It’s a common misconception. I target those who get greedy. Greedy in a way that gets normal people hurt. I don’t believe that's you, Mr Sylus.

Mr Sylus I like to believe that too. But what can you offer that I don’t already have?

Nocturne A lot, Mr Sylus :) For now, information. Here, I have a gift for you.

Nocturne attaches a file after their response. He clicks on it. It’s a folder, filled with videos, texts and images.

Nocturne Everything you need to take down Mr Astor. I do believe he’s been trying to interfere with your trade. There’s enough blackmail in that folder to hopefully avoid any bloodshed.

Mr Sylus Scared of a little red?

Nocturne Not at all. I just like to avoid unnecessary violence.

Mr Sylus If I do agree to a partnership, how do I know you won’t turn on me?

Nocturne Do you think you’re the richest person here, Mr Sylus?

Mr Sylus I don’t think. I know.

Nocturne Good. As long as that fact never changes, you’ll have my loyalty. My help doesn’t come cheap :)

He finds himself laughing. Honesty is always refreshing in this business. He can’t help the smile on his face throughout the entire exchange. His body relaxes in the chair.

Mr Sylus Ah, you’re greedy. Just like the ones you hunt.

Nocturne I never said I wasn’t. You’re greedy too, Mr Sylus. The only difference we have is that it’s our strength. We hunt those who possess it as a weakness. Now, what is your answer?

Mr Sylus I agree. Come work for me. I’ll pay you whatever you desire.

Nocturne Wonderful. I’ll be in touch in a couple of days. Take the computer, Mr Sylus. It’ll be our form of communication.

Mr Sylus I came all the way out here and even risked you seeing my face. You’re not going to show yours?

Nocturne Be a good boy. Then we’ll see. Goodbye, Mr Sylus.

Mr Sylus Goodbye, Nocturne.

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agirlandherkinks · 2 years ago

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Hypnovisor: Beta Test (TGTF, Hypno)

James had always been a tech super-fan. The newest phone, newest headphones, shiniest laptop, he had to stay abreast of and on top of the current trends. So when he read about some fancy new VR company that wanted beta testers for a headset, provided for free (minus shipping), his vision blurred and he signed up before he even considered finishing reading the ad.

Three weeks of anticipation and waiting passed until his doorbell finally rung, accompanied by the corresponding buzz of an email notification on his phone. Scrambling from his couch he flung the apartment door open, and to his mild surprise saw that the postman was nowhere in site. There was just a nondescript cardboard box labelled "Fragile", which fortunately bore none of the expected dents and scratches one would associate with the postal service and delicate freight. Practically bouncing with undignified delight, James scooped his parcel up and dashed back inside, barely remembering to lock the door behind him.

The headset looked even better than he had imagined. Sleek plastic curves surrounded a central visor that was just translucent enough to see through, meaning you could walk around safely if you turned a program's opacity down. It fit beautifully when he tried it on, more comfortable than anything he'd ever worn. Wearing it felt wonderful and... right, somehow. His only complaint was that the black headset was decorated in hot pink highlights, although it still looked futuristic enough to sooth his fragile masculinity. His roommate and best friend Erik certainly agreed, interspersing James' insightful comments with appropriate "Ooh's" and "Aah's". Waiting for the battery to charge seemed to take a thousand years, although chatting with each other about what it could do replaced their boredom with swiftly growing excitement.

Two hours later, a soft buzz from the headset in the corner signified its charge was complete. Erik cheered, his sandy-blonde hair bouncing behind him, and even James couldn't suppress a soft whoop of excitement. Erik unplugged it and handed it to James with a flourish and a bow, who accepted it with a suitable stuffy speech. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he was so giddy with anticipation he felt he could match Erik's goofiness for once. The advertisement had promised unmatched realism, a luxurious fit, and cutting-edge, groundbreaking technology. Normally James would have discounted claims like that as corporate claptrap, but the headset fit so well he actually believed the rest of it.

Booting up the headset brought a perky, relaxing jingle in his ears and wall of settings text in his vision. He would have read it, but between his own excitement and Erik's infectious enthusiasm he left the settings on default and skipped to the main menu. The feedback for the buttons was amazing, it felt just like he was pressing down on them whenever he touched one! Another little jingle sounded as he confirmed his choices, and a few games and applications bubbled up into his view, imposed over a hot pink background.

"So Erik, what do you think I should try," James asked. "We've got a music player, interior design app, some sorta idle monster game, and a few RPG's." "Surely try out the RPG's man! You've gotta see that high-definition you were yammering about when we called." Erik's voice came back surprisingly muffled, as if he was speaking down a long tunnel. "Bro, I can barely hear you, the noise-cancelling on this headset's insane! It's like I'm in a world of my own!" James took a deep breath, recovering a little of his composure. "Alright, an RPG it is. Fantasy, sci-fi, or modern day?" "Go fantasy! You know we've both got a thing for elf chiiiicks. Hell, with the kind of feedback you were telling me about, you might even get to grab her" Erik's distant voice sounded playful, with a ting of desire and jealousy. And it did make James hard, at the thought of getting to look and squeeze and fondle some busty elf bitch, made entirely to his wishes~

To James' horror a quiet moan escaped his lips, accompanied by faint hysterical laughter from his friend. Brushing it off angrily, he slammed the icon for 'Silverflame: A Magical Journey' (the button felt like thick moss to his touch). Instantly a soft flute begun to play in his ears, accompanied by the gentle lull of a harp and a quiet sparkling. James felt himself relax, all the tension draining out of his body. Erik must have noticed too, because James heard his laughter die down to be replaced with a slightly concerned silence. "Don't worry man," James said, "music's just really pretty..." He trailed off with a slight giggle, but heard Erik give an affirmative just before a silky, sultry voice started to speak.

"Welcome traveler, to the beautiful world of Silverflame. An untamed paradise where strange beasts roam the land, noble adventurers go forth in search of treasure, and the most wonderful magic [James shuddered] is woven. You are the latest brave, beautiful heroine [Heroine? Shouldn't I get to choose my character's gender first?] to step foot into this land. But first, tell us a bit about who you really are."

Pink sparkles rained across the screen, superimposing his view of a vibrant meadow with a series of stats. Physique, IQ, Wisdom, and Charisma, fairly standard stuff. And next to it, a human man with a blank, slightly happy expression on his face [...did he look familiar?]. James gasped, he looked just like a real person! Erik was suitably impressed by this information, and urged him to pick some stats so he can get to the body modification. "You can always change them later man, might as well pick a couple of stats now and get a move on. Sounds like you're not gonna get to pick your gender for a while, which kinda sucks. Buuut if we're being horny about this, you might as well go for a slut scaffold so you make less changes later." James chuckled at this, remembering the build they discussed one night while both sloshed beyond belief. For this game it would be high Physique and Charisma, low IQ and Wisdom. James touched the slider for Physique, and gasped as he felt himself feel... better than he had in a long time.

Not trusting his senses any more, and worrying about Erik being exposed to whatever was happening from the other side of the headset, James brushed off his concerned questions (which he could barely hear now, past the soothing, soothing, music) and suggested he went to the toilet, since he'd been holding it in since he got here. Erik grumbled at missing out, but mercifully left. James was actively sweating from what just went through his body, but couldn't muster the energy or concentration to feel the level of panic he knew he should be. The music was just so, so calming, that fear was harder to feel than usual. The prompt told him he still had to change two more stats, so he decided to turn down Wisdom. He gasped again and his vision went blurry, and when it cleared he felt a bit, fuzzier? In the head. But it wasn't too bad, in fact it was perfectly manageable. He felt even calmer now, so maybe changing another stats would make him feel better. Why not IQ? He tapped the slider.

He groaned as an immense pressure wrapped around his brain. Thoughts, aspirations, memories felt like they were melting from his head faster than they appeared. The pressure seemed like it lasted forever, but eventually it trailed off and he was left panting in his chair. It had felt, really good? Like, tots good, even. James giggled to himself. Something was different about him, but he couldn't think what. Oh well, it'll probably come to him later. He squealed in delight as he realized he could get a step closer to the body modification page, although he looked longingly at the IQ slider. He could come back to it later, for now it was time to make his super-hot elf slut a body!

James clapped to himself with delight as a cute little melody played, a shower of sparkles spiraled [spiraled...] across the screen, and the man on the side moved to the center of the screen. "Firstly", the sultry voice said, "choose what race you want to be." That was an easy choice. He clicked on the 'Elf' button, and shivered as he felt tingles run through his body, intensifying in his ears. Reaching up to touch them, he inhaled as he felt long, pointed tips. In fact, his whole body seemed a bit slimmer. This doesn't quite feel right... he thought. Oh I know! It must be making me an elf too! Maybe we'll be in a party together! Between the strange fuzziness and the pulsating heat in his groin, James quickly flicked to the next page and made his choices. Long, silver hair, gorgeous big purple eyes, and some giant perky lips. "Combination unlocked!" the narrator exclaimed, "+1 Charisma, -1 Wisdom!" James giggled again as the mental fog settled a little tighter around his brain and naughty thoughts about cute girls and boys filled his brain. Boys? Well I guess I've never minded swinging both ways... This felt natural to him, because of course he'd always been bisexual. Next screen!

"Choose your voice young heroine," the woman commanded. James felt a little strange, like her voice was echoing around his head. And why were the sparkles still there, spinning and spinning around the screen. He felt confused, but knew he had to obey that voice. He picked the sexiest combination for his own voice; high pitched, breathy, perky. "Combination unlocked! +1 Charisma, -1 Int." He moaned as that wonderful pressure wrapped his brain and his weekend plans changed to eyeing hunks at the beach. Girls were cool and all, but men had always been more interesting to him [and their pulsing, hard...].

"Now heroine, can you tell me: Are you a girl, or a boy?" The question sent shock waves through his brain. He was a he... right? Why did it feel like there was some longing, some need to acknowledge the woman in him... her? The fog, the music, the spirals, all the feelings he had been having, James could hardly think. Maybe he should think less. Being a girl sounded fun, it's just a character after all. And he needed to be sexy. "Wonderful choice young lady! Now, are you a dominatrix, a super-switch, or a bimbo slut?" Bimbo slut~ James giggled as the words echoed in her brain. She was a bit of a slut, now that she thought about it. It felt odd to pick it, but why not for funsies? "Bimbo slut selected! Wonderful choice, just wonderful. Hold still while your stats are adjusted, and then we'll begin on giving you the perfect, sexy body you've always wanted."

The spirals filled her view and began increasing in speed. James was taken aback at first, but quickly felt oddly calm and receptive to that sultry voice.

"Physique +1, Physique +1, Physique +1." James felt wonderful, like every ache and blemish in his body had faded away.

"Wisdom -1, Wisdom -1." Thinking was fuzzy, but Jamella felt so content she didn't care.

"Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1. Charisma +1." Jamella gasped as visions of sexy men, pecs and abs and juicy, throbbing cocks filled her mind. A desperate heat filled her, and she began touching her groin against her will to try and ease it.

"IQ -1." She moaned, feeling light.

"IQ-1." Empty. She was so, wonderfully empty.

"IQ -1." This was like, so much funsies! She didn't know what was going on, but everything felt so nice~

"IQ -1. Congratulations Ella, you now have the 'Bimbo Slut' build."

Ella giggled absently. Thinking was like, so hard, and she felt like, so hard~. The fun spirals had disappeared... But the nice lady was talking to her again! With great effort, she listened in. "Now that your mental changes are complete, it's time for the physical changes!" Ella rubbed her thighs together and cheered in excitement. She couldn't wait to have more fun! "Unless you choose so now, the process will be au-to-ma-tic [...why was she using such big words?]. You can choose to take over at any time, or wait until the end and adjust as you please [...please. That word felt funny in her brain]".

"No user input detected. Body adjustment commencing."

A nice shiver went through Ella's body as she felt her headset warm against her face. Looking at the boring young man she'd begun to customize (her reflection, of course), she couldn't wait to begin! She sighed happily as waves of pretty silver hair drifted into her view and cascaded down her back. It felt especially nice against her smooth, soft skin, and she couldn't help but gently shake her head to watch it sway. A cool feeling brought her attention to her face, and the alluring amethyst eyes now set in it. Her face itself became much more elegant [but cutesy, too!], and she puckered her lips as a lovely pressure made them swell and bulge out, giving her a sexy and kissable pout [the boys'll love this look! boys~]. She felt herself shrink a few centimeters, gulping as her Adam's apple disappeared into her body. In fact, her whole body had become even more slender, with narrow shoulders, adorably small hands [pretty purple nails!], and a tiny little waist. She gasped, then clasped her hands over her mouth in delight. Her voice was so high and cutesy! She couldn't stop herself from giving out tiny, high-pitched giggles, just to hear how cute she was!

"Basic body structure altered. Adjusting outfit in preparation for primary and secondary sexual characteristics."

Ella ooh'ed appreciatively as a stream of sparkles enveloped her body. And when they disappeared, she squealed in delight! Her drab t-shirt and denim shorts were gone! In their place was a beautiful silver mini-dress that shimmered like starlight when she moved. She frowned in vexation, though. The plunging chest and shoulder-less design was very pretty, but her chest was flat! [shouldn't I have tiddies? The boys won't like me like this...] And the way it clung to her waist and hips would have been sexy, but as it was there was barely any difference between them! Her ass wasn't nearly big enough to justify how the dress cut off barely past it, and with how tight the fabric was Ella could see how achingly hard she was [wait, why do I have a cock? I'm supposed to get cock! In my mouth, in my ass, in my tight little pussy~]. It wasn't right!

"Thank you for your patience sweetie. Optimal figure calculated. Prepare for adjustment of sexual characteristics."

Ella let out a moan as a wave of heat and pleasure washed over her. With how horny she was she could barely keep her eyes open, but she knew she wanted to watch herself become the sexy little [cum] slut she was meant to be [I want it... I want to be~]. The heat settled in her hips, her ass, and her chest, and she moaned again as the changes begun.

Her nipples grew first, more than doubling in size and stiffening through the soft fabric of her dress. Tentatively touching them induced a gasp of pleasure [so nice~] and sent her rocking backwards. The motion made her giggle, because in that time she'd grown a cute pair of B-cup breasts that jiggled when she rocked. Jiggle makes me giggle. I like giggling. I like jiggling. Ella nodded thoughtfully to herself, feeling very wise. Her boobies grew to C-cups. She jiggled some more. She giggled some more.

A tightness around her hips distracted Ella from her tiddies. They were growing! She groaned as fabric and flesh tightened around them, too euphoric to feel pain. Sliding her hands from her waist to her hips made her squeal happily. She had such a sexy hourglass figure, she knew any girl worth her money would be jealous [and the boys would wanna hold me and squeeze me and fuck me raw]. Thighs thickening dramatically in response to her growth, she slapped her ass in impatience. Why won't it get bigger already!

But get bigger it did, swelling out in response to her touch. She fell forward as sheer pleasure blanketed her mind and weakened her knees. Squishing her boobies against the ground made her feel even nicer, until she was panting and moaning for somebody to help, to hit her again and make her bigger~

A slap landed on her booty, and she groaned in delight as it and her thighs swelled again. More. More! I NEED MORE! She moaned in ecstasy as blow after blow landed, making her swell and grow and grow and swell and feel so gooooood! Her tits inflated to D, then E-cups [good for the boys. I can jiggle so well for them~]. Her hips widened and thighs thickened, until she looked ridiculously large compared to her waist [ridicu... ridic... really, really sexy...] And her ass kept growing, and growing, and growing and growing and growing and growing! Tighter! Around my cock! Cock... I... oh~ Too... too... much! Too much! I'm~ I'm!

OooOOoOoOOooOoOoooOOOOOHHH~

Ella screamed in delight as she came, just cumming and cumming and cumming her tiny little brain out.

"Wisdom -1. IQ -1. Charisma +1. Charisma +1."

She was desperate, humping against the ground as the flow of cum abated from her cock. Everything she had been was flowing out of her messy stupid brain, and everything that she should be was coming in. Boys... Cock... Need fuck... Breed~ I'm such a dumb little cum slut~ She giggled to herself.

"Final adjustment required."

Ella stood up shakily, the bottom of her dress a cum-soaked mess. She squealed with delight as the mental fog settled even tighter and she felt an intense heat in her groin. She could see the tops of nipples trying to break free from her dress, and could feel the air drift over her ass, which had mostly escaped the fabric in her growth. So sexy. Hehe~ Boy can take me~ Don't even need dress off~ Thinking hard... Her ass and hips had pulled up so much fabric that her cock was visible now, deflating and still leaking from her orgasm, but she gasped in pleasure as it began rising up again. And, as she felt something long and hard brush her booty [cock? Boys? Fuck?].

A pressure like hands on her shoulders forced her to her knees, and she whimpered in desire as she felt an unseen cock touch her cheek. At the same time, something began intensely stimulating her own. She reflexively opened her mouth in a moan, but was cut off as she felt the cock shove inside [Feels~ Feels!].

All thought stopped.

Her mind was blank, full of pleasure and desire and happiness. Her cock felt good like it never had before, and the dick in her mouth tasted wonderful~ This was what Ella was made for, what she was meant to be. Feeling good, feeling sexy, feeling a pleasant emptiness that could only be filled with cock. Her haze reached a crescendo. Dimly she was aware of her own cries of ecstasy, muffled by the cock fucking her mouth and mind, as she came harder than she even had before. And as she came, her dick shrunk with each spurt until it went inside her [inside me!]. The cock withdrew from her mouth, filling her with a desperate longing. Emma moaned for her unseen hero, then gasped as she felt him once more. And blinked in surprise as the pretty meadow and her sexy reflection disappeared.

She was kneeling on the floor of an unfamiliar room. Shaking off a little of her confusion [don't need know much anyways...], she gasped as the tell-tale smell of pre-cum filled her nose. There was a man standing in front of her!

Sandy-blonde hair. Body like a surfer hunk! Naked. With a massive, sexy cock, dripping with her saliva and it's own juices. Ella moaned in desire, falling on all fours. Visibly trembling with lust, he tenderly cupped her cheek and slowly moved behind her.

Touching her with his [cock!].

Ever so gently, on the edge of her [...pussy!!!!]

He rammed inside her, and she screamed as an absolute feeling of rightness, of sexiness and pleasure and single-minded happiness rushed through her [MORE! HARDER! COCKKKK~]. Riding his dick she felt herself go into a trance, with nothing, absolutely nothing, disturbing her feelings. Ever. This was right. Ella moaned and surrendered to herself, drifting away on her lover's cock and mindless pleasure.

#hypnosis #tgtf #brain drain #breast expansion #hip expansion #ass expansion #hypnok1nk #bimboification #expansion #ally's kinks

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sickskz · 4 months ago

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The Sickmin protocol

When one of Seungmin’s brutal fevers leaves him too weak to raise his own head, Changbin is there to hold it for him.

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Sickie: Seungmin

Caretaker: Changbin

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They saw it coming from miles away.

The second Seungmin had excused himself to take a nap after lunch because ‘his head hurt’, they were all on high alert.

“I guess that means he probably isn’t coming to that shoot later…” Jisung said blatantly, his gaze following Seungmin’s retreating figure as he disappeared into the hallway. Silence settled over the table, and a quiet sense of dread passed between them as they exchanged knowing glances.

Sure, it could be just a headache, something a litte rest and hydration would fix… But the second youngest had been unusually quiet all morning, distant in a way that had already set off some alarms. The headache was just the final confirmation.

And if Seungmin was getting sick… then they knew better than to take any chances

“Nope.” Minho agreed with a sigh, pushing his chair back and collecting his plate. “His eyes already had that look. He’s definitely coming down with something.”

To put it simply, Seungmin had a bad habit of getting fevers that hit like a freight train, hard and fast. Over time, the group had learned to spot the warning signs and eventually developed some sort of ‘protocol’ to manage it.

It all started a few years ago when Chan had handwritten the guidelines on a piece of paper and stuck it to the fridge like some sort of emergency plan. The title? Save Our Seungmin.

Safe to say, Seungmin had ripped it off the moment he laid eyes on it, muttering something about how embarrassing and over the top it was.

The other members wholeheartedly disagreed, and as one does, they found another way around it.

Now, each one of them kept a fine-tuned digital copy of the protocol hidden in the notes app of their phone.

Changbin had already memorized it by heart though. So when Seungmin had retreated to his room, dragging his feet across the floor, the rapper was already mentally preparing for what was to come.

With the shoot too close to rearrange, Stray Kids quickly agreed that one of them needed to stay behind to look after Seungmin. When Changbin immediately volunteered, no one objected. They had all seen him handle a sick Seungmin before and knew he was more than capable. In fact, he was probably the best person for the job.

By the time the rest of the group left to attend the shoot, it had been roughly an hour since Seungmin had excused himself to his room, and Changbin reckoned it was about time he had his first check-in.

After swiftly washing up the dishes from lunch, he made his way down the hallway with a bowl of supplies in his hands. Stopping short outside Seungmin’s door, he took a breath before knocking lightly.

“Seungmin-ah?”

Changbin hesitated only for a brief moment before pushing the door open and stepping inside. The moment he saw Seungmin, curled up and shaking beneath his blankets, his stomach dropped.

Even though it was just about what he had expected to see, it still felt like a punch in a gut.

Seungmin’s hair was already damp with sweat, his cheeks flushed red and lips slightly parted as he took shallow breaths. Yeah, he was sick alright. Even from the doorway, Changbin could practically feel the waves of heat rolling off him.

“Oh, Minnie..” Changbin muttered under his breath, quickly making his way across the room. He eased himself onto the bed beside the sick man, careful not to jostle him too much.

Changbin reached out to press the back of his hand to Seungmin’s forehead, but quickly recoiled upon feeling the undoubtedly high fever that had already burned itself into his poor body.

“Alright, you’re officially out of commission..” Changbin mumbled softly as he retrieved the thermometer he had stuffed into his pocket. He pressed it to Seungmin’s temple, watching the screen with growing concern as the numbers climbed.

38.8°C (101.8°F).

“Oh boy…”

Changbin’s eyes widened. He could never quite get used to how quickly Seungmin’s condition tended to spiral, the rapid decline always catching him off guard no matter how many times he had seen it happen.

With a quiet curse, he pulled up his phone and sent a quick message to the group chat:

Changbin: Initiating the Sickmin protocol… He’s already nearing the 39°C mark. I’ll keep you updated.

Within a minute, the replies ticked in one by one like clockwork.

Felix: Aww man :’( we’ll go get some more supplies on our way back! Hyunjin: I stuck some ice packs in the freezer earlier just in case. Han: we all left a hoodie on the couch!!!!! Chan: You got this. We’ll be home in a few hours♡

Changbin nodded to himself, slipping his phone back in his pocket as he refocused on the task at hand. One of the most crucial steps of the protocol was hydration, so he had to make sure Seungmin drank something.

“Seungmin?” He placed the bowl and supplies on the floor, shifting closer to get a better look at the younger man’s flushed face.

No response.

“Seungmin-ah, hey..” Changbin called out again, gently shaking Seungmin’s shoulder to rouse him . “Come on, you need to wake up for me…”

Seungmin let out a quiet, miserable groan, but still didn’t make any effort to move.

Right. This was definitely going to be one of the bad ones.

“I know, I know..“ Changbin said softly, rubbing his thumb in gentle circles on Seungmin’s shoulder. “I just need you to drink something, alright?”

Seungmin made an incoherent noise, barely tilting his head in Changbin’s direction. His eyes fluttered, eyelashes fanning over his red cheeks, but never opened.

Changbin sighed. This was exactly why he was usually the one in charge of a sick Seungmin. Because the moment the fever got too high too fast, the singer turned into a barely conscious, unamenable mess.

And Changbin had no problem manhandling him when necessary.

He slid an arm under Seungmin’s back, lifting him up just enough to rest against his chest, supporting his weight with ease. Seungmin barely even reacted, his head lolling against Changbin’s shoulder as if his neck suddenly lacked the strength to support it.

“That bad, huh?” Changbin hummed sympathetically, lifting the water bottle up to Seungmin’s lips. “Come on, just a little bit.”

Seungmin let out a soft whimper but parted his lips nonetheless, just enough for Changbin to pour a small amount of water into his mouth. He swallowed it back sluggishly, his body trembling against Changbin’s chest as the fever continued to rage through him, rising by the minute.

“There you go, good job.” Changbin murmured encouragingly, tightening his grip to keep Seungmin from slumping over. “Just a couple more sips, alright?”

Seungmin made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a protest, but he was too weak to put up a fight. His fingers twitched against Changbin’s sleeve, as if attempting to push him away but lacking the strength to do so.

Changbin pressed the bottle back to Seungmin’s lips, muttering a couple of soft encouragements. The younger let out a small groan, but still managed to drink a few more sips, much to his hyungs relief.

The moment he was given a break, Seungmin turned his face into Changbin’s chest in what was clearly an attempt to eacape any further efforts.

“Alright, alright, I get it. I’ll leave you alone for now...” Changbin relented with a small chuckle, capping the bottle and setting it aside. He didn’t move to lay Seungmin back down just yet, noticing the way he seemed to press closer, the way his fingers had curled into the fabric of Changbin’s shirt. The older of the two smiled gently, keeping his arms securely around his dongsaeng while he rubbed soothing circles into his back.

They stayed like that for a while, Changbin gently rocking them back and forth until he was sure Seungmin had drifted off again, his breaths slow and uneven against his chest.

Carefully, he lowered Seungmin back down on the mattress, supporting his head with his hand until it rested comfortably on the pillow.

“There we go..” Changbin whispered, more to himself than anyone else. He glanced at the time on his phone, quickly jotting down Seungmin’s temperature from earlier to keep track.

The heat radiating off Seungmin was far too intense for Changbin’s liking, and he knew he’d have to take action to cool him down soon enough.

But for now, he let him rest.

Changbin eased himself out of Seungmin’s room and headed straight to the kitchen, his steps brisk and determined. He didn’t want to leave his dongsaeng unattended for any longer than absolutely necessary.

With practiced ease, he filled a small basin with cold water, grabbed a few washcloths and added the ice packs Hyunjin had so cleverly prepared earlier in the day.

As he passed through the common room on his way back, Changbin stopped in his tracks once he saw the small pile of hoodies that were hung over the back of the couch.

Right, he’d almost forgotten about those.

Changbin smiled fondly, a familiar warmth spreading through his chest as he gathered the hoodies and draped them over his arm.

Satisfied, he returned to Seungmin’s bedroom, the thoughtful gesture from the others making his steps feel just a little lighter.

Changbin put the basin down on the bedside table and draped the hoodies by the Seungmin’s side, arranging them around his pillow. He was a little surprised when Seungmin seemed to respond so them right away, considering how out of it he seemed to be.

Though hardly conscious, he reached out, his fingers fumbling for the fabric of what appeared to be Jisung’s hoodie before grasping onto it and weakly pulling it closer.

The sight made Changbin’s heart ache, a wistful smile tugging at his lips. It was both heartbreaking and endearing how Seungmin always seemed to seek out the familiar scents of his members whenever he was at his most vulnerable.

A few minutes later, Changbin was back on the edge of Seungmin’s bed, gently running a damp cloth over his forehead. He was still too warm, but at least he was no longer shivering as though his body was battling a series of internal earthquakes.

Seungmin rested uneasily, occasionally shifting or muttering something incoherent, and Changbin took careful note of every subtle change in his condition along the way.

Which is why, when Seungmin’s body tensed and his expression twisted; his brows furrowing and his lips parting in a choked up whine, Changbin immediately sprang into action.

“Seungmin? What’s-“

As the colour drained from Seungmin’s face like water from a sink, Changbin’s heart skipped a beat.

Oh no.

Seungmin squeezed his eyes tightly, barely managing to gag out a warning before his stomach lurched.

Changbin didn’t hesitate. In one smooth motion, he grabbed the sick bowl off the floor, his other arm wrapping around Seungmin’s chest and hoisting him upright.

Seungmin had no strength to hold himself up, his body sagging against Changbin’s as the rapper braced to support him. His body convulsed, and his head drooped forward as the first wave of vomit gushed past his chalky lips.

Changbin tightened his grip instinctively, cradling Seungmin’s head with one hand to keep it steady while the other kept a firm grip on the bowl beneath his face.

Seungmin barely managed to gasp in a breath before a small, wet burp immediately brought up another cascade of his semi-digested lunch. Some of the mess spattered across Changbin’s fingers, but he hardly noticed it, entirely focused on keeping the sick man somewhat upright.

“It’s okay, Seungminnie.” Changbin soothed gently, keeping his voice steady despite the worry twisting in his chest. “I got you. Hyungs got you. Just let it out…”

Seungmin shuddered, his fingers weakly clutching at Changbin’s sleeve as he retched again, his body trembling from the effort alone.

Changbin winced in sympathy as he watched the younger man wring himself out, still holding his droopy head up with his hand.

The retching continued on for an agonisingly long minute, each heave making Seungmin weigh a little heavier against Changbin’s chest. By the time his stomach seemed to have settled, the poor guy was utterly spent, his breaths coming in shallow, shaky gasps.

“Are you done?” Changbin whispered softly, tactfully guiding Seungmin’s head to rest back against his shoulder.

Seungmin let out the faintest hum, one that easily could’ve passed as nothing more than an exhale for those who didn’t know him.

Changbin deliberately set the sick bowl aside and pulled Seungmin closer to his chest, adjusting his position to make sure he was comfortably nestled against him. His breathing was still ragged, his face pallid and damp with a mixture of sweat and tears.

“It’s okay.” Changbin repeated, running his fingers tenderly through Seungmin’s sweat slicked hair. “Let’s clean you up, hm?”

Changbin grabbed a few napkins from the bedside table, gingerly dabbing them across Seungmins face and wiping at his lips. Then, he took the thermometer and pressed it to Seungmin’s temple again, shushing him gently when he moaned in protest.

“Just for a second.” He promised, eyebrows knitting together as he waited for the updated the temperature to be displayed.

39.5°C (103.1°F).

As predicted, Seungmin’s fever had spiked, likely aggravated by the taxing bout of vomiting and the fluids he’d lost.

“Aigoo, you’re so out of it..” Changbin sighed, shaking his head as he brushed the damp hair away from Seungmin’s ashen face. “This fever’s really got you bad, huh?”

“Nu-uh..” Seungmin’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the weak protest was enough to make Changbin huff out a quiet laugh.

Of course.

After being too out of it to hold himself upright or even speak a word, the first thing Seungmin managed to say was a petulant denial of how clearly unwell he was.

Changbin had to admit, his stubbornness was a little impressive. Sick or not, Seungmin was still Seungmin..

“Right.” Changbin simpered, unable to mask the amusement in his tone. “My bad, buddy. Clearly, you’re sharp as ever. How silly of me to assume otherwise.” He corrected himself, his finger trailing idle patterns on Seungmin’s warm back.

Seungmin managed a faint nod, seemingly satisfied with that response, though Changbin highly doubted he had any real grasp of what was happening.

Glancing at the bottle of fever reducers on the nightstand, Changbin decided against offering it just yet. Seungmin’s stomach probably needed a little more time to settle before he pushed anything else.

Instead, he reached into the basin, the water still frigid from the ice packs floating in it, and pulled out a washcloth.

Despite Seungmin’s protesting whine and the soft, slurred curses that followed, Changbin carefully pressed the cool rag to the back of his neck, slowly wiping it down along the curve of his shoulder.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s just going to help…” he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. As Changbin continued moving the cool washcloth over his skin, Seungmin’s protests grew smaller, until all he uttered was a small, relieved sigh.

Changbin smiled softly, watching as the tension in Seungmin’s face eased, his features softening as the coolness offered a brief respite to his misery.

“Told you.”

After a few fleeting minutes of Changbin running the washcloth over Seungmin’s clammy skin, he decided it was time to try some medicine. His fever was still alarmingly high, and if it climbed any further, a hospital visit was almost inevitable...

Which was an outcome none of them were particularly eager to face.

Changbin pressed his lips into a thin line as he reached for the bottle of fever reducers on the nightstand. “Seungminnie..” he started cautiously, popping the right dosage into his palm. “I know you don’t want to.. but we gotta get some medicine in you, okay?”

Seungmin barely responded, the only indication that he’d been heard being the way his lips turned down in obvious distaste.

Changbin shifted to grab the water bottle and nudged Seungmin’s chin up ever so slightly. “Open up, pup.” He coaxed, his voice gentle but firm. “Just one sip this time, promise.”

Seungmin whined, turning his face away in sluggish protest, but Changbin wasn’t having it.

“I know..” he soothed, fastening his arm around Seungmin’s shoulder to keep him steady. “I know you feel awful, but this is going to help... pretty please?”

With a little more coaxing, Seungmin finally parted his lips to allow Changbin to slip the pills inside. He followed it up with a careful tilt of the water bottle, watching as Seungmin swallowed the medicine with a couple of slow, weak gulps.

“There you go..” Changbin murmured approvingly, brushing his thumb across Seungmin’s warm cheek. “Great job, Minnie. That's it.”

Once he was sure Seungmin had swallowed everything, he set the bottle aside and exhaled, taking a moment to reassess the situation. The younger was still far too warm, and the sweat clinging to his clothes wasn’t helping the shivering.

Changbin gently maneuvered Seungmin a little more upright, fully supporting his weight as he started peeling off the damp shirt clinging to his flushed skin. “Let’s get you into something more comfortable…”

Seungmin only sighed in response, a soft, exhausted breath of air puffing past his cracked lips. His forehead bumped against Changbin’s shoulder, the fever rendering him too weak to do anything but let it happen.

Once the sticky shirt was off, Changbin worked quickly, slipping Seungmin’s arms into the sleeves of what appeared to be Chan’s hoodie before pulling it down over his trembling body.

As soon as the fresh hoodie swallowed his frame, Seungmin let out a small noise of contentment, his fingers weakly grasping at the oversized sleeves. A faint smile tugged at Changbin’s lips as he carefully eased him back against the pillows.

“Better, huh?” Changbin whispered, tenderly brushing his hand across his feverish forehead and tucking some strands of hair behind his ear.

Seungmin didn’t respond, his body already slack and his breathing evening out as sleep started to claim him yet again.

Satisfied with the progression, Changbin loosely draped the blankets over him and sat back, watching the uneven rise and fall of his chest. With a quiet sigh, he grabbed his phone and sent one last update to the group chat before settling in properly beside him to keep watch.

Admittedly, Changbin was starting to feel a little hungry... but that would have to wait. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Because that was part of the protocol, too.

No matter what, Seungmin would never have to fight through it alone.

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Uhhh, who shoved the 5 (6?) fics he’s working on aside to immediately write something abouy Seungmin being too feverish and weak to hold his head up when puking? I did ✋🏽 it was supposed to just be a teeny tiny drabble… but, here we are, 3000 words later 🤷🏽‍♂️

I think I liked how it turned out (we’ll see whenever I turn back to look at it after a few weeks or months🤝🏽)

Either way, I hope you guys enjoyed!

Ps: I also totally want to make something of that ‘Sickmin protocol’ draft Chan made on a piece of paper… stay tuned 🤭

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