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[winterspellsfrozenkit]

One thing I wish was understood a bit better about Twisted Wonderland.

Everyone in this game has trauma or personal struggles and it's NOT a competition of who has it worse. Honestly, sometimes I wish everyone's traumas were discussed more in depth in the game like we get with each person who Overblots, but we don't have time for it. With the Overblot boys, their trauma is shoved directly into the spotlight and we hear exactly how their situations make them feel. But the rest of the cast, ALL of them, have personal struggles and/or trauma. This is just a small list of some of the issues each non Overblot student has.

Ace masks the fear he feels in a lot of situations, and he's got an inferiority complex on some level. Notice how he bullied the player and Grim in our first interaction? That is a sign of someone who is looking to feel better by pushing someone else down because they don't feel good about themselves.

Deuce grew up with a single mother who had to work multiple jobs to make ends meet, which causes him to worry about her, and he was a delinquent in middle school, which made his mom, the one person he worries over, cry. He lives with those regrets, but he's still got those old habits and he agonizes over the fact he's not academically where he'd like to be and his behavior regresses when in heated situations.

Trey has severe trauma at being screamed at for FIVE HOURS over giving Riddle ONE slice of tart, so much that his vitals are severely affected at the thought of Mrs. Rosehearts and he's heavily conflict avoidant.

Cater has had to move all the time and as a defense mechanism, refuses to be honest or get close to people because he doesn't want to get attached only to be ripped away from them.

Ruggie lives in EXTREME poverty when not at school. He struggles to make ends meet and he has to work so hard in a system that is DESIGNED to keep him in poverty, because many beastmen still prefer segregation in the Sunset Savannah.

Jack has one of the healthier mindsets, but he still struggles with being open and honest about his feelings, which makes it hard to have friends, and he struggled with watching Leona, someone he's idolized, fall short of what he believed of Leona.

Jade and Floyd are implied to have grown up in some form of crime family and both seem to have handled the fact their lives could be in constant danger differently. Both like things being interesting, but Jade seems to prefer seclusion and control, while Floyd enjoys scaring people off and having as much fun as he can before he goes.

Kalim is someone who has had multiple assassination attempts on his life, even from his own family. He masks behind a smile, but he's afraid to trust people, and when he DOES TRY to talk about it, it gets brushed off because he has money. Also, he has to deal with the fact Jamil has been undermining his ability to progress by not treating him as if he's capable at all.

Epel has been teased and bullied on how he looked to the point where he started instigating fights to ensure he wouldn't be teased. He also has to fall in line with what Vil wants because he made the error of picking a fight with Vil and getting his butt HANDED to him. To further add, Vil is NOT NICE about it when Epel resists, with one example being Vil grabbing him by the ear and pulling hard as a form of punishment.

Rook has deal with the fact that for being someone who is super perceptive and can notice details, he didn't realize Vil's feelings around Neige, likely because he was blinded by his own admiration for both of them and that's a bitter pill to swallow.

Ortho has to deal with being basically created as a replacement for dead Ortho Shroud, trying to figure out if he's just really a robot made by Idia with really good AI or more than that, and dealing with the fact he loves his brother so much, but his brother doesn't take care of himself and it's disheartening to watch Idia's self-destruction.

Lilia has so much war trauma, losing his loved ones, having been exiled, and so much other crap. Even so, he forced himself to put the war and his trauma about it in the past, where it belonged for the sake of his two sons who both lost so much to war, which is something Baur/Baul could NOT do which was to Sebek's detriment.

Silver has had to live with the idea that his adoptive father would likely outlive him, then is faced with the fact that his father is basically abandoning everything about their life in Briar Valley before he learns that his biological parents were the enemies of the person he serves and cares about, Malleus, and the only father he's ever known.

Sebek has grown up with internalized racism/speciesism against humans thanks to his upbringing and he basically rejects half of his heritage with how he treats his father. He does not even realize how hurtful his comments are until he's faced with those remarks being directed at him by a younger version of his grandfather.

And this isn't everything each student has to face. This is just broad strokes. Yana Toboso wrote a story about flawed people who all have gone through really hard and difficult things because that's the point. As Toboso said in a 2023 interview:

“Happy endings in Disney works come from righteous actions and love, but I believe that the villains are characters who do not get saved during the story. That is why, through this game, I want to portray the message that even if you get beat up all the way to a bad ending, you can grow from it and live your life without feeling discouraged.

Acting lame, obstinate, without hesitation, being open and honest—it’s not as bad as it sounds. 

I would like to paint a positive picture of living honestly with yourself and not worrying about others.

In today’s society there are so many people who live in fear of failure and are always walking on eggshells, but nobody’s flawless. It is exhausting to try to live your life so that no one will hate you.”

Everyone, even people you don't know or do not like, have gone through things that shaped who they are. Sometimes, how we've adapted to handle the bad things that happen will force us to hit rock bottom. But you don't have to die when you hit rock bottom.

You can have terrible things happen to you and have maladaptive strategies to handle your experiences, but you aren't stuck that way forever. You can learn how to change your habits, learn to be okay with yourself, and work at being better than you were the day before.

Human growth is not linear. It's a bunch of taking steps forward and backsliding and learning and making mistakes over and over again and accepting failure, not as a testament to your character, but as part of the process of growth... and that's something all the students have to learn, not just the Overblot boys. Because all of them, every single one, are handling their own personal issues, even if it isn't shoved right in our faces.

[beargyu313]

Desire unleash

⋆˚𝜗 Summary: a weekend getaway turns into a mental game of who can push the limit the furthers – it’s a game with no winners. Very loosely inspired by cruel intentions (1999), but it’s more campy.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪Word count: 12k of smut, no pure moment is in this lol

CONTENT WARNINGS (!): erotic manipulation, blurred consent dynamics (but still consensual), power games, control, and knowing you're being bad but not caring.

⋆˚࿔ Tags: smut, foursome, tension so thick you could choke on it, power play / control dynamics, voyeurism, jealousy kink (but consensual), possessive!jake (but lowkey), (un)knowing teasing, dirty talk, overstimulation, eye contact kink, subtle dom/sub, group sex (some boy on boy kissing), finger in the booty, slight exhibitionism, kissing someone else while your boyfriend watches, they think they’re sneaky but your man knows, creampie, some choking and spanking but nothing too crazy, aftercare cuddles but it’s four people in a heap

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚a/n: thank you so much to the anon for req, writing this was really fun  :D<33 on a more somber note I start a new job tomorrow and I don’t know how often I’ll be able to write so I really pushed myself to finish this one and hope I can work on something fun soon !

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ mdni smut ahead, masterlist ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Jake watches you pack. You toss in bikinis without realizing how small they are. You ask if he packed snacks; he packed condoms. “Do you think they’ll come?” you ask. He shrugs, but he already knows they will. Sunghoon said yes first with lightning speed. Niki followed a minute later with a thumbs-up and a smirk. They didn’t ask questions. They didn’t need to.

Jake's seen the way they look at you. You looking back.

It’s not about trust. It’s about curiosity. About pressure. About what happens when people get what they want.

He’s not worried. He knows you’ll come back to him. But he wants to know who’ll touch you first.

Which is why you’re currently spending your weekend in the middle of nowhere. Your boyfriend invited you to a private-pool weekend getaway, to which you of course agreed to go. And it would be romantic – if only his two hot friends weren’t also here.

Why they’re here too was beyond you. But the house held two bedrooms, separated not by a wall, but by huge double doors. It allowed for some privacy but not much, since the doors couldn’t be locked and could be opened from either side. Anytime.

You’re rummaging through your bag, trying to decide which bikini set to wear to the pool. Jake is just watching you, sitting on the bed. He was already in swim trunks, paired with a gray t-shirt and a snapback hat that he was wearing backwards.

After a beat he goes “just wear the peach one.”

You glance at him, surprise showing on your face.

“Are you for real? It’s basically just strings…” you continue unsure.

“Yeah, I know you don’t like big tan lines, it’s fine.”

“That’s true, but I thought– you wouldn’t mind?” you ask, but the set is already in your hands, “cause of the boys, I mean?”

Jake plops down on the bed, relaxed. He blows a raspberry, “Nah, bro code.”

And that’s how you end up spread on the beach chair in thongs and a tiny stringy top. You’re laying down on your stomach. The thong is digging into your hips, and Jake’s hands massage sunscreen into your skin. His hands are warm and slow, thumbs stroking over your ribs, his touch more affectionate than sexual—until it isn’t.

The screen door creaks open.

You don’t lift your head, but the air shifts. The sound of voices—low and easy, almost laughing. Footsteps. The scent of someone’s cologne.

You glance back over your shoulder.

Sunghoon and Niki.

Shirtless. Damp hair. Swim trunks slung low. You take in a breath, hold it.

Sunghoon’s trunks are electric blue, contrasting nicely with his complexion and black fluffy hair. His eyes flicker once over your ass, once over Jake’s hand still on your back, and then settle on your shoulders like a weight.

You feel Niki look too. You don’t look but can feel his eyes on you. Lingering. His hair was curling slightly from the heat, cheeks tinged red. His trunks were black with a white waistband and a text written right over his crotch. You don’t attempt to read it.

Jake hasn’t said a word.

You arch your back slightly, stretching. It’s innocent enough, but you know what it looks like—what it feels like. Your ass lifting up, the thong curving securely around your core. Jake’s thumb dips lower, grazing just under the string of your bottoms.

“Jakey,” you say sweetly, not opening your eyes, “they didn’t slip, right?”

“All good,” he murmurs, smoothing over your ass under the guise of fixing over the fabric.

That’s when Niki walks past. His tone is too casual to be harmless, “Want a second coat? You know... just in case he missed a spot.”

Your laugh escapes you before you can stop it. You don’t even lift your head, just let it roll out of you, cheek pressed to the towel as you smile into the terrycloth.

You hear Sunghoon awkwardly cough and glance toward Jake, expecting him to shut it down, to say something. But he doesn’t. He’s already watching you. A slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Knowing.

“You missed a spot?” you ask Jake, a teasing lilt in your voice that you pretend not to notice. “How careless.”

Jake’s hand resumes its path down your thigh, deceptively gentle.

“My bad,” he says. “Guess I was distracted.”

You hum like it means nothing. Like you don’t know exactly what he means.

But to Niki you’re a fucking painting. Laid out. Glowing. Practically melting under Jake’s hands. And he can’t look away.

Niki hadn’t meant to say it out loud, it just came out. But then you laughed. And Jake didn’t bite his head off. Your voice had that easy, girly playfulness he’d never really gotten from you before. The way you tilted your hips slightly, still face-down, like it was just comfortable to do that. Like you didn’t care what they saw.

Or worse maybe you did.

Niki's throat feels dry. He rubs the back of his neck and wanders off to the cooler like that’s what he’d meant to do all along.

You glance after him for just a second, but it’s long enough. Long enough for Jake to notice.

“He’s looking at you,” he says casually, voice low near your ear. “He thinks he’s being slick.”

“Who?” you murmur, letting your eyes fall closed again, feigning innocence.

“Take a wild guess.”

There’s a pause. Your lips twitch. Jake presses another kiss between your shoulder blades, lips hot against sunscreen and skin.

“You’re not worried?” you ask him, soft. A little breathier than intended.

Jake smiles against your back. He doesn’t answer. But he doesn’t stop touching you either. You’re practically purring under his wandering hands. His fingers ghost over your cunt and just as you spread your legs apart he’s gone, running into the pool.

The force of his jump, splashes droplets on you.

The water is warm. And Jake hasn’t stopped smiling all afternoon.

Sunghoon watches him out of the corner of his eye as Niki throws water at him like a kid, laughing. Jake laughs too, swiping water from his face with a slick hand, but there’s something too relaxed about the way he floats through it all.

Sunghoon doesn’t trust it.

He keeps glancing back at the lounge chair. At you. You're still lying there, bare legs stretched out, that peach bikini like a soft warning. This isn’t for you, it says. But watch anyway.

Jake had to have picked it. There’s no way you packed that set on accident. And the way Jake keeps touching you like he wants them to notice…

Sunghoon dips lower into the pool, jaw tight. “She’s gonna burn like that,” he mutters, mostly to himself.

“She won’t,” Jake replies, suddenly next to him. “I was thorough.”

Sunghoon doesn’t answer. Jake just grins.

“Hey,” Jake calls to you, lifting his hand from the water. “You coming in?”

You sit up slowly, stretch your arms overhead, a little catlike yawn escaping. Niki coughs behind him. Jake flicks water at him with a smirk.

But it’s Sunghoon who speaks.

“Here—” He moves toward the edge of the pool and holds out a hand. “I’ll help.”

You smile at him, like it’s a joke, like you don’t need help. But you take his hand anyway. And the second your fingers brush his, he knows he’s in trouble.

“You’re such a gentleman,” you tease, stepping down toward the ledge as you hold his bigger palm. His whole hand swallowing yours.

Sunghoon pretends to look away but doesn’t let go. You laugh, slipping one foot into the water.

But just then your other foot catches, maybe on purpose, maybe not. You squeak, stumble slightly.

Your chest collides softly into his, hands on his shoulders. The water laps up around you both. It should be clumsy. It should be nothing. But before Sunghoon even thinks about what he’s doing his hands are steadying you. Wrapped lowly around your waist. His fingers dangerously close to your ass. His middle digits would slip under the stupidly small string if he moved them just a centimeter lower.

It is not nothing. You’re smiling. He can’t stop looking at your lips.

“Oops,” you murmur, barely above the water.

“You okay?” he asks, voice a little too tight.

“Yeah.” You don’t move away.

Neither does he.

Behind you, Niki cannonballs into the deep end like a distraction, water spraying everywhere.

Sunghoon finally steps back, pulling away as though electrocuted. He laughs, but it’s forced, low. Jake watches it all from across the pool. His head tilted. His mouth unreadable. And when you paddle away, he doesn’t follow.

As the sun hides away behind trees and night falls the four of you gather in the living room. Someone pushed the couch against the wall, coffee table moved to the side.

At the center of the room now lays only a decorative rug. Slightly licked pale from the sunlight. Sitting in circle are you, then to the right of you Niki, to his right and across from you sits your boyfriend, and next to him is Sunghoon. You’re squished between two taller boys.

You’re a bit sad to see them with their shirts back on. But Niki is manspreading next to you. His bigger frame is leaning towards you. His knee is resting over your thigh and you don’t move away from the touch.

Across from you is Jake, his eyes half-lidded, watching everything. He’s got a red cup in one hand and his other arm stretched behind Sunghoon, casual. But you notice how his fingers tap against the rug when Niki leans toward you.

And beside him is Sunghoon, freshly showered, hair falling in soft waves over his eyes, skin still pink from the pool. You can’t tell if he’s tired or tense.

“Truth or dare?” Niki asks suddenly, lips curved up into a smirk. His voice is low, playful. He spins the bottle.

It lands on you.

You smile. Tilt your head.

“Truth.”

“Lame,” Sunghoon mutters. But he’s smiling too.

“Fine,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Dare, then.”

Niki leans in. “Let someone in this room feed you something. Eye contact only.”

Jake hums under his breath, but it’s not disapproving. More amused. Like this was part of the plan.

You arch a brow. “Who’s feeding me, then?”

There’s a beat of silence. No one volunteers.

“I’ll do it,” Niki says eventually, reaching behind for the gummy bears someone left on the counter.

He kneels in front of you, holding out a single red one, his hand slightly shaking. You wrap your hand around his wrist, effectively stilling him. You look up at him through your lashes.

You smirk when you see him gulp. Then you part your lips, leaning in. Keeping your eyes on his you let your tongue ghost over his fingers before sucking the candy out of his grasp.

Niki’s smirk falters for half a second when you suck it off his finger without breaking eye contact.

Across from you, Jake sips his drink slowly.

“Next,” he says, voice low.

The bottle spins again.

It lands on Sunghoon.

“Truth,” he says flatly.

Jake raises a brow. “Where’s the craziest place you’ve thought about… doing it?”

You almost choke on your drink. Niki grins. Sunghoon looks you dead in the eye before answering.

“This rug,” he says.

The air goes still. Jake laughs first — just a low, quiet sound from his chest. And then he speaks, voice velvet-soft.

“Good to know.”

The bottle spins again. It lands on Niki.

Jake leans forward lazily. “Alright, hotshot. Dare.”

Niki smirks. He’s already tipsy, a little flush creeping up his neck. His eyes are half-lidded and he looks so fucked out.

“Whisper something you want to do to someone in this room.”

There’s a pause. A ripple of awareness.

Niki doesn't hesitate. He turns to you, crawls just a bit closer, and leans in like he’s about to kiss your ear. He drunkenly bumps into you, but doesn’t apologize. Instead he grabs your shoulder – almost your neck – to still himself.  His lips hover near the shell of your ear. You feel his breath before you hear the words.

“I want to you on all fours, my dick in your ass, while Jake watches.”

Your lips part, breath hitching. But you don’t pull away.

You hear Sunghoon shift beside Jake, and glance up just in time to catch his jaw flex. But he says nothing. Jake… Jake is just watching, that soft smirk still there — approving, like a conductor letting the orchestra warm up before the real crescendo.

The game moves on. The bottle lands on you.

“Dare,” you say, braver now. Or maybe just tipsy enough.

Sunghoon speaks first this time. “Sit in someone’s lap for the next round.”

You cock your head. “Whose?”

“Dealer’s choice,” Niki grins.

You pause for effect, scan the circle, and then on all fours you slowly, while playfully swaying your hips, crawl over to Jake.

His legs part just slightly to let you fit, and he rests a hand on your thigh, grounding. Possessive. You feel the way Sunghoon’s eyes track the movement. Niki doesn’t even pretend not to look.

The next bottle spin lands on Jake.

Niki leans in, mischievous. “Tell us the freakiest thing you’ve done with her.”

Jake’s grip on your thigh tightens. He’s quiet for a second, the kind of quiet that makes your mind wander… balcony, middle of the dance floor once, public bath house...

His answer surprises you.

“Her in the mirror,” he says. “My hand on her throat,” his hand softly grasps your neck as he retells the story, “Her mouth open the whole time but not a single sound. I didn’t let her.”

You freeze slightly in his lap. Niki whistles, low. Sunghoon just swallows.

You move back to your spot between Niki and Sunghoon. The later refusing to meet your gaze.

The bottle spins again.

It lands on Sunghoon this time. You don’t know who suggests it — it could’ve been Niki, drunk and fearless, or you, drunk and reckless — but suddenly,

“Jake. Sunghoon. Kiss.”

The room holds its breath.

Jake raises his brows, amused. “Is that the best you’ve got?”

Sunghoon shrugs, cool as ever. “It’s just a kiss.”

“Then do it,” Niki says, eyes gleaming.

Jake shifts his chest towards Sunghoon, tilting his head in a quiet invitation.

Sunghoon leans in first. Their mouths meet and you feel yourself holding your breath. They’re both stiff at first. Lips tightly pressed against each other.

But then something snaps in both. Your mouth drops as Jake grabs Sunghoon by the nape, pulling him closer in a clear display of dominance. But Sunghoon mirrors his actions. They’re in a violent embrace and you can feel the splotching sound of their tongues meeting and against yourself you slip a hand down to your panties.

You roughly press on your clit a few times before you catch yourself and stop. Sunghoon’s free hand travels to Jake’s throat and just as he squeezes him Jake growls, pulling away.

They break apart like something snapped — breathless, jaws tight. Niki’s eyes are wide. Your pulse is roaring in your ears.

Jake leans back like nothing happened, licking his bottom lip once, slow.

“Now that’s a dare,” he says.

After that the dares and laughter dies down, the warmth of tequila and the warm living room turns cozy, the type that’s heavy, sleepy.

Blankets are laid out. Jake throws one over you, then another across the floor. Niki mutters, “I’m not moving.”

No one does.

You're lying with your back against Jake’s chest. He’s half-sitting, leaning against the couch, his arm is slung around your waist, relaxed. His breath is steady. He doesn’t speak, but his fingers occasionally brush slow circles into your hipbone.

Niki lies on your side, his head on Jake’s thighs, his hair brushing against your side. You feel the heat radiating off of him, hair tickling your skin. At one point, his hand lazily and casually falls across your stomach. It stays there. He doesn’t move it. Jake doesn’t make him.

Sunghoon is last to settle in. Sitting down next to Jake. Jake’s head falls onto his shoulder. Your hand somehow finds his knee. And when Sunghoon doesn’t brush you off you give him a gentle squeeze. Your hand travels up his thigh, but Jake’s hand interlocking with yours, still on Sunghoon’s knee, stop you.

“Let’s just go to sleep,” you mumble moving to get up.

The boys watch you rise and stretch your arms above your head. And then you’re disappearing up the stairs.

The bed is pleasantly cool when you slip in. Jake’s follows you a moment later, sprawling out shirtless on the bed, one arm behind his head, contemplating on whether on not he should say what’s on his mind.

“You’re not the only one who’s been catching looks, you know.”

Your pulse picks up. You shuffle to his side, arms wrapping around his naked torso.

“...You saw that?”

Jake’s smile is soft. Dangerous.

“I see everything.”

You chew your lip.

“And…?”

He caresses your arm comfortingly, “If it happens,” he says, low, intimate, “I wouldn’t mind.”

You blink. The air goes still again.

“I trust you,” he adds.

You swallow hard. “So you want me to… what, play into it?”

Jake cups your jaw gently. His thumb traces your bottom lip. He smiles, but not kindly.

“Let them think they’re getting away with something.”

You exhale a laugh — breathless. “They really think they’re slick,” you murmur.

“So do you,” he replies.

You bite back a grin.

On the other side of the door Niki kicks the door shut behind him and flops face-first onto one of the twin bed.

“That rug is going to haunt my spine for the rest of my life.”

Sunghoon sits on the edge of the second bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tight. His shoulders are stiff. His neck tense.

After a beat, Niki peeks over, voice muffled in the pillow. “You good?”

Sunghoon doesn’t answer right away.

“You haven’t said more than like five words since that pool stunt,” Niki adds. “What’s going on in that head?”

“I touched her,” Sunghoon says. Quiet. Flat.

Niki lifts an eyebrow. “Yeah, man. Everyone saw.”

Sunghoon lets out a breath. “I wasn’t trying to. It just… happened.”

Niki flips over, now lying on his back, arms folded under his head. “She didn’t exactly swim away.”

That earns him a look. But Niki holds it.

“You saw how she was with you,” Sunghoon says. “With that stupid gummy worm.”

Niki smirks. “I didn’t shove my fingers in her mouth. She did that.”

“She sucked on them.”

A pause.

Niki exhales. “Yeah.”

Neither of them speak for a moment.

Sunghoon leans back on his hands, staring up at the ceiling. “She’s with Jake.”

“You think Jake cares?” Niki mutters. “You saw the way he was watching us. He wants this.”

Sunghoon shakes his head. “That’s the part I don’t get. He’s either completely confident or completely insane.”

“Maybe both.” Niki stretches, his shirt riding up just slightly. “He’s not the only one playing the long game.”

Sunghoon turns his head, looks at him. “You think this is a game?”

Niki lifts a shoulder. “Feels like one.”

Sunghoon studies him for a moment. “You serious about her?”

Niki’s jaw tenses. “No.”

Sunghoon arches a brow.

“…I don’t know,” Niki admits. “I just know I keep thinking about her mouth.”

Sunghoon looks away, eyes dark. “Yeah.”

Another long silence.

Then, Niki who’s quieter now adds, “You gonna stop?”

Sunghoon doesn’t answer for a long time, then he says “…I don’t think I can.”

Niki, turning onto his side, half-joking but not really, “Wanna rock-paper-scissors for who gets to fuck her first?”

Sunghoon snorts. “She’ll pick.”

Niki smirks. “Yeah. She already did.”

The sheets are soft. Warm from skin and sleep. Jake is beside you, one arm tossed casually over your waist. You don’t move. You just breathe.

Last night wasn’t too cray. No one really touched you. But something shifted. You could feel it in the way Niki looked at you too long. In the way Sunghoon’s fingers hovered near your hip during a game dare but didn’t quite land.

Jake stirs behind you, nose brushing your neck. He makes a soft noise, then speaks, voice low from sleep.

“You awake?”

You hum. He tightens his hold slightly, “Still thinking about last night?”

You don’t answer, but he chuckles anyway, like he knows. His fingers brush the inside of your wrist, slow. Deliberate.

“It’s okay, I know I am too” he adds, eyes glinting.

“Wait,” you say, turning your head just enough to catch his eye. “You were serious?”

Jake’s smile is unreadable, almost mischievous. He shrugs like it’s the most natural thing in the world, “We all want to have our fun. You’re not the only one who wants a piece.”

You arch an eyebrow, testing, “And you want to watch?”

He leans closer, voice dropping even lower, “Watching’s just part of the fun. But you? You get to play.”

You’re quiet for a moment as his words sink in. Lightly shifting in bed, you rub your thighs rub together, Jake’s hands slips to your navel, “You want me to… seduce them?”

You pause, heart pounding a little faster.

Jake kisses the shell of your ear, then kisses your neck, moving lower with his lips. You lean back against him, his hand slips into your panties.

You’re breathing a little louder, small whines escaping as Jake expertly teases over your clit. His lips press against your neck, and he kisses you wetly before sucking on your skin.

When he deems the bruise deep enough, his teeth lightly ghost over the pink skin. You moan, reaching behind you to pull on his hair.

Jake is rocking his hips into you, and you just lay there and take whatever he’s willing to give you.

“Let’s have some fun today,” he says, fondling your ass and then he gets up. He doesn’t hide his erection as he rummages through his bag and heads to the bathroom.

You head downstairs.

The kitchen smells like pancakes and too much body spray. Niki’s leaning against the fridge, pouring himself cereal like he owns the place. You watch the muscles in his back, his tight white shirt clinging onto him.  

Sunghoon’s barefoot on the deck outside, hoodie half-zipped with no shirt under, coffee in one hand, scrolling his phone. He glances inside when he sees you — eyes flick down your frame, then back up, blank-faced.

But you knew Sunghoon would be harder to crack. But he will. You know he will. You adjust Jake’s shirt that you slept in, pulling it down when it hikes up your butt.

You say nothing.

Jake walks in last, hair still wet from the shower, eyes landing on you first. He kisses your temple and takes his place behind you like it’s nothing. But you feel the ripple across the room.

They all notice that. They’re all watching each other, too.

Niki has just fixed himself a bowl of cereal and joins Sunghoon out on the deck. He flops into the chair beside him with all the grace of a controlled explosion. Sweatpants sit low on his hips, white tank stretched over his shoulders, sunglasses pushing his hair back.

“So…” Niki starts, leaning back in the deck chair. “What’s the score? I feel like I’m in the lead.”

Sunghoon raises an eyebrow. “You spilled beer on her.”

“She laughed,” Niki says, smug.

Sunghoon shakes his head. “Pity points.”

They’re bickering. But it’s not about drinks or dares anymore, it’s about you. And they’re done pretending to play fair.

“She touched my leg under the table.”

“She touched my leg too.”

“You sure? Pretty sure she was aiming for mine.”

That makes Sunghoon pause. He glances at Niki now — and for a second, they both just hold the eye contact. It’s not angry. It’s not even serious.

But it’s definitely a challenge.

You step onto the deck just in time to see it.

Both boys straighten, just a little. Niki sits up taller in his seat, tossing one ankle over his knee like a flex. Sunghoon casually unzips his hoodie despite the breeze, and your eyes automatically glue to his chest. He notices, smirks as he flexes his muscles, subtly.

Neither of them say a word to you, but suddenly they’re both very aware of where you are.

“Morning,” you offer, biting back a smile.

Sunghoon nods, neutral. “You sleep okay?”

You tilt your head, letting your gaze flick between him and Niki, “Not really. Kept wondering how you two were doing...”

Niki chuckles into his coffee. “You jealous?”

You lift a shoulder. “Just curious. Thought maybe I’d hear something through the walls.”

Sunghoon raises a brow. “Did you?”

You step around to the railing, leaning against it like it’s nothing, “Unfortunately not. Kind of a shame, isn’t it?”

Niki stretches with a little groan, hands above his head, muscles cut in the sunlight. “Dunno. I dreamt about you though.”

You blink. Sunghoon actually snorts into his coffee.

“Subtle,” he mutters more to himself than anyone else.

They’re both doing it now — the lean, the gaze, the lazy-boy confidence. Like this is some performance review and you’re the one grading them.

You raise a brow, leaning on the railing, you feel their eyes like pressure — like they’re waiting for something. You stretch a little where you stand by the railing, pretending not to notice the way both boys track your every move. Your shirt lifts just slightly, and that’s all it takes.

Niki leans forward, elbow on his knee, smirking.

“If you stretch like that again, I’m not responsible for what happens.”

You glance over your shoulder, biting back a smile.

Sunghoon, more composed but no less obvious, lifts his cup to his lips, “Some people work out all week to look like that on a trip.”

“She just wakes up and ruins lives.”

Niki grins. “That’s what I’m saying. Unfair advantage.”

“You boys always this dramatic in the morning?” you laugh at them.

But Niki doesn’t let that deter him, smirking, “Only when there’s something worth losing our minds over.”

Sunghoon’s eyes flick down your legs and back up again, gaze lazy, unhurried.

“And she knows it, too.”

That’s when the sliding door opens behind you.

Jake steps out, damp curls sticking to his forehead, sunglasses on, coffee in hand. He takes them in. Niki is talking too much, Sunghoon looking too long. You playing innocent in the sun.

He doesn’t smile.

“You two flirting or auditioning for something? Because it’s starting to feel like a try-hard campaign out here.”

They go quiet.

Jake sets down his mug, shrugs, eyes still hidden behind his lenses.

“Keep begging, though. She eats that shit up.”

You turn to look at him — and this time, you don’t hide your smile.

Jake lifts his sunglasses, just an inch, and winks. The four of you continue to laze around on the deck, sipping on your coffee.

The peace momentarily gets disturbed when the four of you can’t agree on what to do today. Niki wants to swim, while Jake wants to go on a hike. You and Sunghoon both don’t really care what you do, but Sunghoon’s eyes sparkle when you suggest a game of cards.

The sun keeps burning hotter and hotter, which makes convincing Jake and Niki to just stay inside much easier. You’re gathered around the low coffee table, cards neatly spread. Jake shuffles them. Sunghoon lounges too easily. Niki keeps adjusting his position, either to be close to you or to throw someone off.

Jake smiles like a villain with a secret, “Let’s play something with stakes.”

You play into it, innocently asking (as if you don’t know where this is going), “What kind of stakes?”

Jake’s eyes are sparkling as he looks at you, he cocks his head to the side in mock contemplation, “Clothes? Confessions? A round of truths you can’t lie through?”

That catches Niki’s attention, “Or dares you actually have to do.”

The game starts tame — remove an accessory, share a fantasy — but it ramps up quickly. Niki dares you to whisper in Sunghoon’s ear about what you thought the first time you saw him shirtless.

You gulp as you think back on the memory. It was at a party, and at first he was wearing a t-shirt. But as the night when on you kept seeing him with a different girl. Until he just reappeared again. No shirt and red scratches over his chest.

You shift on your butt, just watching him at first with your lip caught between your teeth. He doesn’t waver, watching you back.

This was your chance. You would make him break.

You move on your knees, Jake’s hand patting on your butt. He lets it rest on your body, slipping down your thigh as you crawl over on all fours, taking your time. You don’t break eye contact until the last second — and when you do, it’s to lean in close to Sunghoon’s ear, lips brushing just enough to count as contact.

You whisper, low and breathless, voice in a slight whine, “I remember thinking… that those scratches on your chest weren’t from just one girl.”

You pause, voice soft but laced with heat...

“And I couldn’t stop wondering how big you had to be for someone to leave marks like that.”

He doesn’t say anything not at first. But you feel it. His sharp inhale, the slight twitch of his fingers where they rest against his thigh.

You were so close to breaking him. You rest your hand on his thigh, right next to his fingers. You squeeze his thigh as you continue, “And I kept thinking…” you tilt your head, whispering slower now, your breath tickling his neck, “What would I sound like… if it was your hands instead?”

You lean back just enough to look him in the eye. Innocent, waiting. But he’s not breathing normally anymore.

Jake, watching this unfold like a scene in a play, laughs softly under his breath. Niki looks impressed. Maybe even turned on.

And Sunghoon?

He swallows. Hard. His voice is tight when he mutters under his breath, almost to himself, “Fuck.”

He glances at you, his eyes dark and intense, “Didn’t know we were doing psychological warfare.”

Then, he turns to Jake, “Tell your girl to stop whispering shit she doesn’t mean.” He pauses for a moment, “Wouldn’t repeat it. But I’m not forgetting it.”

Jake tilts his head slightly, smile curling slow, “Who said she didn’t mean it?”

He pauses, letting the tension further build, then he provokes “Maybe you just don’t know what to do with the truth.”

Sunghoon doesn’t reply but his jaw is locked tight and gaze lowered in recalibration. You fight the smile from appearing on your face, eating up the drama.

Niki cuts in, his voice low, “So that’s how we’re playing now.”

He leans back, tongue running over the inside of his cheek. His leg bounces once, slow and deliberate. Then he glances at you, like he’s reconsidering everything he thought he knew about how to get under your skin.

“I should’ve gone for the whisper dare.”

He’s not upset — he’s hungry now, “Bet I could’ve made her blush harder than that.”

Jake laughs, not cruel but proud.

“Careful,” he says, still lazily reclined, hand now trailing along your spine. “She likes when you talk like that.”

Niki cocks an eyebrow, “Then dare me.”

The deck is reshuffled. The heat in the room is impossible to ignore. Niki draws the next dare and smirks when he reads it, “Jake.”

Jake lifts his brows, half-bored, “Hit me.”

Niki reads it slowly, savoring every word, “Describe, in detail, your favorite way to make her come.”

Silence.

You feel Jake’s fingers still against your back. Then he smiles. Not a grin. Not a smirk. A slow, knowing curve of the mouth that says game on.

His voice is low and steady, like he’s reading something sacred.

“She gets so loud and needy when I take my time.”

“I like to tease her with my fingers first — two, deep and slow. Not for her, at first. For me. Just to watch her lose it. Just to watch her whine and feel her pussy sucking me in, feel how wet she’s getting for me.”

“Then when she starts making a mess, I use my mouth. But I don’t like to rush. She likes getting me messy, so I let her. Just enough to make her beg for more than she thinks she can take.”

He doesn’t look at you once. His eyes are locked on Sunghoon in silent provocation.

“Sometimes I edge her just to hear her say please, oh man, she sounds like such a slut when she does. And her eyes cross, she get’s so stupid when I use my mouth.”

The room is silent as Jake continues, Sunghoon is holding Jake’s gaze. But Niki’s eyes are sweeping over you, noting every curve, every dip. You perk your chest when you notice his stare, but he just smirks. Licking over his lips.

Jake continues, “Sometimes I keep her stuffed full and tell her she’s not allowed to come yet, just to feel her clench around me, her pussy begging me to cum inside of her. She get’s so impatient once she’s stuffed, begging me to let her cum.”

“But she always does. Eventually. And when she does…” Jake leans forward, just slightly — enough to tip the power dynamic even further, “…she grabs my hair and screams like a pornstar.”

Sunghoon’s jaw flexes.

Niki lets out a low breath — half laugh, half curse.

Jake leans back again, smug, “Your turn,” he says to Niki.

The air is thick now. Everyone’s flushed. Breathing a little uneven. Niki draws a card and raises his brows.

“Oh?” He grins, flashing the card to Jake like it’s a challenge, “I’m supposed to give her a taste of how I’d fuck her — with my mouth only.”

Jake just tilts his head, slow, “Better make it count, but no kissing on the lips.”

Niki turns to you, “Come here, princess.”

There’s no hesitation now. You crawl into his lap and he meets you halfway, his hands possessively grabbing onto your hips. He makes you straddle him, hands still grabbing your ass. You moan at his roughness and impatience. You slightly adjust your position on his lap. Now you’re sitting directly on his hard cock, back arched in anticipation.

Niki’s lips brush over yours and you feel completely caged in his arms. He continues, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. His mouth is hot, teasing but not gentle. Your hands find solace in his hair as he’s letting you feel how hard he is beneath you.

“I wouldn’t be sweet about it,” he murmurs just for you. “You’d cry before I let you come.”

His teeth scrape your shoulder. Your hands grip his shirt like you’ll fall without it. You whimper, grinding down on him.

Jake watches with something unreadable in his eyes — not quite possessiveness, not quite permission. Something worse.

Sunghoon's knuckles are white on the armrest, jaw tight.

Eventually, Niki let’s you go. Your neck is red, his back robably littered in small scratches. It’s Sunghoon’s turn again. He draws a card. A slow blink.

“You okay?” you ask, mock-sweet.

He flips the card to show, “Loser of last round sits between the winner’s legs.”

You watch him. He’s not flustered now and yet also unreadable. He walks over to Jake without a word. Jake spreads his knees, casual as ever. Sunghoon lowers himself between them. Jake’s hands find his hips automatically, anchoring him there.

No one breathes.

Jake leans in, brushing his lips near Sunghoon’s ear, “Comfortable?”

Sunghoon exhales slowly, “This feels rigged.”

Jake smiles against his neck, lips brushing over his ear, “That’s because it is.”

You watch the two of them — your boyfriend and the boy you’ve been trying to break — fall into some secret current between them. It's magnetic. Dangerous.

Niki whistles, dragging his palm up your thigh, “You guys gonna kiss again, or what?”

Jake just smirks.

At some point the cards are forgotten. Left scattered like the tension. Your legs are over Niki’s lap. Sunghoon is still between Jake’s. Everyone’s breathing harder, now.

You, half laugh and ask, “We’re really bad at pretending, huh?”

Niki is grinning, but his voice is deep, hoarse when he says, “Babe, no one here is pretending anymore.”

The game doesn’t really end it just fizzles. You’re all half-drunk on the moment, but no one touches anyone else for a minute. It’s like all the wires short-circuited at once.

Jake stands first, cracking his neck, “I’m starving.”

It breaks the spell. The others slowly follow, like they’ve just returned from some collective dream.

You rummage throught the kitchen, it’s a mess. No one planned dinner. There’s half a bag of chips, leftover takeout, and someone finds brownie mix at the back of the cabinet like it’s buried treasure.

You’re in someone else’s hoodie — you can’t remember whose — and sitting on the counter with your legs swinging as Niki tries to flip something in the pan and fails.

Sunghoon ends up slicing vegetables too perfectly. Jake leans against the fridge, nursing a beer, watching it all with a low hum of amusement.

It feels weirdly domestic. Real.

Jake taps your knee gently, “Help me make that weird ramen you like.”

You do. He lets your hand brush his more than necessary. But that’s it — just skin, just glances, just tension coiled under domestic noise.

As you all sit around with plates in your laps — half-fed, half-touching — the silence is comfortable for once.

Sunghoon speaks first, “We should play something stupid after this. Like charades.”

“Charades with this group is a sex game waiting to happen,” Niki calls him out

But Jake smirks, “Maybe we want that.”

“Maybe you do,” you grin at him, shoulder bumping into his. It lingers in the air. The joke that might not be a joke. Everyone’s smiling. But no one’s laughing.

After dinner, no one moves right away.

Plates are empty, save for a rogue noodle or two. The TV hums low, flickering across everyone’s faces. Niki stretches across the couch with his head tipped back like he’s waiting for a reason not to fall asleep. Sunghoon nurses the end of a beer, watching nothing in particular. His leg is close to yours—closer than it needs to be—but he doesn’t look at you.

Jake, seated next to you, drums his fingers once against his thigh, then stands, “Alright,” he announces casually, like this isn't the start of something, “We should get changed. Let’s hang out properly.”

He tosses that suggestion into the air like it’s nothing. But it lands heavy. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow. Niki looks suddenly more awake.

You stretch your arms above your head, intentionally slow, “Changed into what?” you ask, playful.

Jake’s smirk is lazy as he walks past the couch, gaze flicking down to your bare legs, “Whatever makes things interesting.”

He doesn’t look back as he heads toward the bedroom. But he doesn’t have to. You’re already following.

Behind you, one of the boys lets out a low whistle. No one says it, but everyone knows the night has officially turned.

It’s just you and Jake in your bedroom. Door half-shut. Jake is behind you, watching you pull clothes from your overnight bag. You’re not dressed yet, not fully. The lamplight is soft, golden on your bare skin.

You’re standing half-dressed by the bed, holding up two options. The red one’s safer. Short, but not suggestive. The black one is something else entirely… thin straps, clinging fabric, backless, and the kind of hemline that flirts with trouble.

Jake’s still leaning against the dresser, watching.

He doesn’t hesitate, “Wear the black.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Why am I not surprised.”

He tilts his head, eyes glinting, “Because it’s the one I bought. For this.”

You pause, letting the words settle, “…This?”

He just watches you, still leaning against the dresser, arms crossed, “Yes, it’s for playing, you know how you look in it.”

Your stomach flips.

You pull it on slowly. it has no zipper, just stretch. The dress clings to you like a secret. Your back bare, the hem skimming indecently high. When you straighten and turn, Jake’s gaze is all over you. Controlled. Hot. His jaw ticks once.

For a second, your bravado flickers. You speak before you mean to, “What if I mess it up?”

You stare at your reflection, at the way the dress clings, the slight tremble in your fingers, “I’ve never done anything like this before,” you admit. “Not really. Not with… multiple guys. I don’t want to overstep or…”

You trail off, biting your cheek, “I don’t want to fuck it up.”

Jake doesn’t say anything at first. Just steps in closer until his chest is flush against your back. His arms slide around you, slow and warm — the kind of hold that’s meant to be felt, not just seen.

He presses a kiss behind your ear, gentle, “Hey.”

Another kiss at your jaw, “You’re not fucking anything up.”

One hand trails lightly down your arm. Grounding, “I’ve got you tonight.”

You shiver, the words hitting lower than they should.

“You don’t have to worry about anything,” Jake’s voice lowers further, warm and sure, “I’ll be there the whole time. Making sure everyone behaves.”

A slight smirk in his voice now, “If anyone steps out of line, they’ll answer to me.”

You exhale and something unknots in your chest. His confidence in you is stabilizing. Hot. Reassuring.

He shifts so you can see both of you in the mirror. His hand smooths along your waist, fingers brushing the curve of your hip where the slit of the dress begins.

Then Jake’s lips brush your shoulder again, a little slower this time. His voice dips, teasing but deliberate, “And I know how badly they want you, you know.”

A kiss, “Sunghoon’s barely keeping it together,” another to your shoulder, “Niki’s already lost.”

You make a quiet, startled sound — caught somewhere between a laugh and a breath.

Jake grins against your skin, “And you?”

His arms tighten just slightly, “You want them too.” He doesn’t ask it like a question. It’s a knowing. A truth you’ve both been circling around.

Your heart kicks, heat blooming in your cheeks, your neck.

Jake’s mouth is at your ear now, low and velvet, “So tell me…”

His hand coasts down your stomach, slow, just enough pressure to make you squirm, “Which one do you want to play with first?”

You swallow. He watches you in the mirror, expression unreadable but eyes alight, “Or is there something filthier in that pretty head of yours?” he murmurs, lips ghosting your jawline.

“You want them at the same time?”

You freeze, breath caught, thighs pressing together instinctively.

Jake chuckles softly — pleased, “You don’t have to say it. I can see it all over you.”

And then, gentler now, grounding you again, “No shame, baby. You’re allowed to want it.” He kisses your cheekbone.

“I want it too. I want you to have it.”

Your eyes meet in the mirror and this time, there’s no doubt behind yours. Jake smiles, soft and sure, “So? How far do you want to take it tonight?”

You glance back at him, lips parting, “How far can I take it?”

Jake’s eyes are all fire and moonlight, “As far as you want.”

You blink up at him, “But what if I go too far?”

Jake’s voice is velvet over steel, “Then they’ll be lucky. I want them begging. But they don’t get to keep you.”

He tucks your hair behind your ear, “Push them. Play with them. Make them fall apart if you feel like it.”

His thumb brushes your cheekbone in a quiet warning, “Just remember who you come back to.”

You smile. Slow. Dangerous.

Jake presses one more kiss to your shoulder, breath warm against your skin, “Ready to play?”

You nod, “Let’s.”

You descend down the stairs, the black dress clinging like a promise, every curve catching the light. Jake’s not with you, giving you the space to seduce them on your own — and his absence sharpens something inside you. A boldness that tastes like mischief.

Your gaze flicks to Niki first. You trail a finger slowly along his forearm as you pass, watching his eyes darken, a low smirk pulling at his lips.

Then, almost as an afterthought, your hand brushes Sunghoon’s knee — deliberate, light, electric. His breath catches. His fingers twitch against the couch fabric but don’t pull away.

You watch him closely, the way his jaw tightens, the flicker of loyalty and restraint battling beneath his calm mask. His eyes dart briefly toward the door, then back to you.

“Jake’s not here,” you softly tell him, leaning over him from where he’s sitting on the couch. Your knees on either side of his legs, “right now, it’s just us.”

You pause, kissing just below his ear and feel him shiver, “You don’t have to hold back.”

Sunghoon’s fingers curl around the edge of the couch, knuckles whitening. He looks conflicted, like he wants to lean into the moment but is being pulled back by something invisible but heavy.

You in faux-innocence remark, “You’re awfully quiet tonight.”

“That dress is going to get you in trouble,” he finally, almost reluctantly tells you.

“You gonna do something about it?” you ask, straddling his thigh.

You look over at Niki, next to you two on the couch. You drag your cunt over Sunghoon’s thigh looking directly into his eyes. He’s already watching you, manspreading. One hand unashamedly palming his hard dick through his sweats.

“But what to do?” you mockl-contemplate, “I think I want both of you.”

You reach out too Niki, still rocking your hips over Sunghoon’s thigh and move Niki’s palm right on your tits.

He grabs you hard, squeezing you until you loudly moan.

He pinches your nipple as you continue rubbing yourself, Sunghoon finally wakes up from his daze and starts subtly moving his knee. Pushing it directly over your clit.

Your back is arched and you’re breathless as you tell both, “Come upstairs with me.”

Niki, catching your meaning, stands, cracking his neck, grinning wide like he’s in on a delicious secret.

“Your move, pretty boy,” he tells Sunghoon.

But Sunghoon hesitates, gaze flicking upstairs like he’s imagining Jake watching. Then slowly, reluctantly, he nods. He pushes you by your hips backwards so you stand up. Niki’s hands are on your ass as soon you stand. Smacking it, squeezing it, fondling,  playing with it.

You take Sunghoon’s hand firmly, squeezing it once, then reach for Niki’s, “Let’s have some fun.”

You lead them to your and Jake’s room – where you know he’s waiting. Sunghoon is stiff next to you, nervous. But Niki… Niki is almost devouring you as you reach for the door handle. His hands on your ribcage and mouth on your neck. He has to bend down quite a lot to be able to reach you, even though you try to match his height by stepping on your tippy toes.

Before you open the door, Sunghoon stops. You turn to him and he’s quiet. Conflicted, “I… don’t want to disrespect Jake.”

You cup his face gently, thumbs brushing his cheekbones, “Don’t be silly, Jake wants this. Let yourself want it. Let me want you.”

His guard falters. His hand finally slides to your waist, tentative but sure.

You lean in, voice low, promising ,“No regrets. Only play.”

Behind you, Niki watches, amused and hungry. His hands are glued onto you, like he can’t help himself.

And somewhere beneath it all, Jake’s absence hums like a secret current — thrilling, forbidden. The moment you open the door, Sunghoon’s restraint begins to crack. His breaths are shallow, fingers flexing at his sides.

Jake is in all black. Sitting cross legged on the bed like he owns the place, leaning back on his hands. His eyes unreadable.

He smirks theatrically when you three step in, “Well, look at that. My girl’s the main event.”

You flash a lazy smile. Niki leans back. Sunghoon watches Jake carefully. Jake walks forward, slow.

He stops in front of you, one hand sliding up your thigh, other possessively sneaking behind your waist. Kisses you deep, slow, in front of them, showing them who you belong to.

You’re not shy as you kiss him back. Moaning into his mouth and jutting your ass out when Jake fondles it. He’s not being shy either, bunching the stupidly tight fabric in his fingers, putting your bare ass on display for the two boys to look at. When he pulls away, you’re breathless.

Then he turns to Sunghoon, “Still pretending you don’t want this?”

Sunghoon exhales slowly. Tension buzzing. He doesn’t move.

“Oh god. This again,” Niki complains.

But Jake just turns to him now, almost scolding him, “You can watch. Or join. Or back off.”

Jake stands. He’s facing Sunghoon now. It’s quiet.

“What, you want another kiss?” Sunghoon mocks him, but you can see his fingers twitch by his side. As if he wants to reach out towards him.

Jake is cocky when he tells him, “Only if you make it count this time.”

And Sunghoon grabs Jake’s jaw and kisses him again — rougher, harder, but it’s still not romantic. It’s almost as if you’re witnessing a fight. Hands grip Jake’s hair, Jake fists Sunghoon’s shirt. Sunghoon bites his lip. Jake shoves him against the wall.

You and Niki are watching like it’s the best thing you’ve ever seen. You move to him, and Niki’s eyes get that special glint in them. As if he’s finally getting something he wanted for a long time.

“I think we need to show them how it’s done,” you smile widely, hands touching his chest.

Niki’s grinning down at you, his hands on your biceps already pulling your smaller stature into him, “Oh yeah, I’m definitely not backing off.”

He’s urgent, hungry. Not polite. Hands all over. He lifts and wraps your legs around his waist without asking. His legs cage you in. He’s grinning into the kiss like he’s winning something. You’re melting under his aggression, completely relaxed as you let Niki show you just how badly he wants this. Wants you.

Sunghoon’s behind you now too. His fingers trail along your bare back, down your arms, ghosting your thighs. He moves to the side when Jake joins you all.

Jake is beside you, just watching. Like a king watching his kingdom burn.

“Remember what I said?” he tells you.

You break away from Niki’s fierce kiss, but he continues kissing your neck instead. Sunghoon is playing with your ass, his fingers ghosting over your hole.

You’re barely coherent when you turn to Jake, “About…?”

“You’ll come back to me,” he tells you. And there’s something almost obsessive in his gaze. You don’t respond instead pulling him in for a kiss.

Niki untangles your legs from his waist as he kicks off his sweats and shirt. Now only in boxers.

You kiss Jake slowly, like it’s punctuation to what’s about to come. He doesn’t even look away when Sunghoon steps forward.

And Sunghoon does. He walks across the rug, gaze locked on yours, crouches in front of you — a question unspoken.

You reach for him.

The first kiss between you and Sunghoon is careful, almost reverent. But he’s not soft. His fingers go to your jaw, your waist, your hips like he’s mapping out everywhere he’s thought about touching you since yesterday.

Jake watches it. Still behind you. Still present. You hear him shuffling out of his pants, the belt clinking down on the ground.

You don’t hear him and Niki settling down on the bed, but when you glance you see both of them sitting down. Watching you and Sunghoon.

Sunghoon finally relaxed a bit. His hands on your waist, guiding you to lay down on the rug. In perfect view of Jake and Niki. You lay down, still in your dress – but it doesn’t matter. You’re exposed, the thin material bunched at your waist, straps falling down.

Sunghoon watches you for a moment pupils blown, as if he cant believe this is really happening.

“Where are the condoms?” he so quietly asks, turning to Jake. Jake only lens over to his nightstand and throws him two.

Sunghoon’s hand shake slightly as he kneels over you, his cockhead flushed and leaking.

You whine when you see him hesitate, and that snaps him out of it. He tears open the condom packet, rolling the plastic onto his hard length. But his eyes don’t leave yours. His gaze is intense and you’ve never seen him this focused before.

Your eyes are wide, almost doe-like as you tease over your clit with your hand. You move to close your legs together, but Sunghoon is holding onto your inner thighs – spreading you open for Niki and Jake to see.

You’re soaked, that much obvious by Sunghoon slipping his fat dick into you and the squelching sound that follows.

You moan, chest pushing out and Sunghoon burrows his head between the two peaks. He bites one of your tits and you cry out in pain, hand gripping his hair in a silent warning.

But Sunghoon just smirks. He pulls slightly back and watches your face as he stuffs you full with his dick.

You’re breathless under him.

He notices, a boyish smirk covering his face, “thought Jake said you get whiny when you’re stuffed full?” he mocks, eyes moving over to watch Jake’s reaction.

Jake is manspreading on the bed, just watching the two of you. Your hand moves onto your nipples, playfully pinching yourself.

You hear Niki curse. Then a spitting sound. And you can only assume he’s already jacking off.

“She’s already cock-drunk,” Jake spats, “look at her Sunghoon, you could probably fuck her ass and she wouldn’t know any better.”

Your pussy clenches around Sunghoon when you hear that, but you don’t confirm or deny anything.

Sunghoon flops onto you, almost laying on you and then he’s slowly and harshly pistoning his dick into your wanting cunt.

In. Out. In. Out.

Until he’s going so slow you can’t help but whine, the noises escaping you before you can stop them.

And suddenly you can’t stop. the room filled with your gasps and cries.

“That’s a good girl,” Sunghoon murmurs in your ear, “yeah, stay still and take it, pretty.”

You wrap yourself around him when you hear that. Holding onto him so tightly that you momentarily still his movements. His hips are sheathed in you so deeply that the only way he can move them is to just hump into you.

You both come like that, Sunghoon’s head nuzzled between your neck and shoulders, and you – holding onto him as if he’s your lifeline.

He rests on you for a beat, just catching his breath. Jake helps him get up. Then you. All four of you are now sitting on the bed, almost cozily squeezed together.

Excepts Niki has his dick out. And Jake isn’t much better, you can feel his hard dick pressing into you as he sits you down on his lap, smoothing over your hair and kissing your cheek, “you okay?” Jake gently asks you.

You nod your head yes and then your gaze flickers to Niki. Jake sees, smirking.

“Oh, already? Okay,” he pats your thigh excitedly and gently, and you get up, “where do you want to play with our Niki?” he coos at you as if you were a kid about to play with your favorite toy.

You can’t help yourself, as you giddly rock on your heels, “I want him to bend me over the vanity table.”

Jake’s eyebrows lift slightly, but he only nods to Niki, “You heard her.”

And that’s all Niki needs to hear. He pushes himself off the bed, walking toward you with that slow, predatory swagger. It makes you feel tiny under this gaze. Your pussy flutters as you look into his eyes. Thye’re are already darker, pupils blown, tongue pressed behind his teeth.

“Knew you’d pick something filthy,” he murmurs against your lips, his huge hand engulfing your throat under his warm but gentle hold.

He caresses up, reaching your jaw as he kisses you — not hard, just enough to tip your face up, to claim your mouth before you can say another word.

And from there it’s chaos.

You moan, as Niki doesn’t hold back. His mouth crashes onto yours with zero hesitation, like he’s been holding himself back all night and now the leash is off. His lips are firm, hungry. They part yours easily, tongue sliding in with a groan that vibrates against your teeth. He kisses like he wants to ruin your lipstick. Like he wants to taste every sound you haven’t made yet.

His hand moves to your throat again, tilting your face exactly how he wants it, his fingers flexing as he deepens the kiss, forcing your mouth open wider. He bites your bottom lip—not hard, but with enough pressure to make your knees buckle just a little. He feels it, too. Smirks against your mouth.

You try to match him, to push back, to kiss him just as hard. But Niki doesn’t allow it.

He growls low in his throat and pins you back a step, until your spine bumps into the vanity table. His thigh wedges between yours without warning, lifting, parting them. You gasp against his lips, and that’s when he really takes over. Kissing you impossibly deeper, wetter, one hand tangled in your hair now, tugging just enough to make your head fall back.

“You started this,” he mutters, lips brushing yours, hot and breathless. “Now finish it.”

Then he kisses you again. Even rougher. Like he means to make you forget everyone else is in the house.

He roughly manhandles you, turning your body around. You gasp from the whiplash, gripping the table. You don’t notice the warning look Jake shoots him.

But Niki isn’t too bothered by it. His hands are on your ass cheeks, squeezing them together and then apart, playing with your body.

You can feel your pussy move with his movement, the sensation oddly pleasurable.

“Look at this perfect ass,” he says to no one in particular, and then. He bends down and lightly bites you. Just enough to hear your whine.

He’s already lining his dick with your entrance, impatient.

“You’re already this worked up? Haven’t even touched you properly,” he mocks you when you push back against his dick, equally as impatient as he is.

He pulls your arms behind your back, so much bigger than you that he can hold them together with just one hand.

You hear him suck in a breath as he bullies his dick into you.

“Sunghoon stretched you good,” he smirks, “but you’re still struggling to take me.”

You moan, trashing under his hold. The pleasurable stretch too much for your small pussy. He punches his dick into you, not caring enough to let you adjust to his huge dick.

But your balance falters, and you slip an arm under his grasp to steady yourself.

Niki tsks, gripping your hips, “Be a good girl and keep your hands where I put them.”

Is what he tells you, but doesn’t make a move to put them behind your back again. As if he knows you’ll listen.

And you do. That’s when he angles your hips, his dick in you fitting into you so much tighter. You don’t see, but Niki’s gaze is on your asshole as he fucks into you. A finger ghost over you back hole and you moan.

Niki teases your asshole as he continues fucking you, and then he’s slipping a digit into it.

You gasp, legs spreading and you feel Niki spit onto your asshole. Wetting the hole so he can push his finger into it.

You’re overwhelmed with pleasure, both holes stuffed, and you just stay bent over the table, letting Niki fuck you as if he’s being paid to do it.

His strokes are sensual, in an unpredictable rhythm and that’s what makes you burst.

He’s groaning behind you, hand tangled in your hair – pulling you up, into his chest, finger leaving your butt.

And he’s so strong he jerks your whole body up when he thrusts into you.

You hold your breath as your climax crashes into you, putty in Niki’s hands. And Niki’s fucks you through your orgasm, you feel his balls twitching and then he’s pulling out.

He cums on your ass, cum spurting out in short but huge streaks.  

No one speaks for a beat.

You’re still bent forward slightly, catching your breath. Your thighs tremble. Niki exhales like he’s been holding it in for too long.

Jake steps forward.

Quiet. Measured.

His hand grazes the small of your back, smoothing up your spine with a feather-light touch. He crouches beside you — the world narrowing to his voice, soft but serious.

“You good, baby?”

You nod. Barely. Still floating.

Jake’s hand cups your jaw, gently turning your face to look at him, “Too much?”

You shake your head no but it’s fragile, unconvincing.

“You could’ve slowed down,” he turns to Niki, a tinge of anger in his voice.

Niki raises his hands, eyes wide, not defensive, just catching his breath too, “She kept asking for it. I mean… she took it.”

Jake’s gaze flickers back to you. He thumbs gently at your lower lip.

“You agree with that?” he lowly, gently asks you.

You finally find your voice — wrecked, but teasing.

“Told you I wanted to play,” you softly reply.

Jake huffs a soft laugh. But his other hand drifts to your thigh, where marks are already blooming. His thumb traces over them carefully.

“You’re lucky I like seeing you ruined.”

He glances up at Sunghoon, who’s still watching. Still quiet. His jaw clenched.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Jake turns to Sunghoon.

Sunghoon doesn’t answer at first. Then his gaze drops to your still-shaking legs.

“She’s not done,” Sunghoon easily agrees.

Jake stands. Scoops you up easily, carrying you toward the bed like you weigh nothing.

“My turn to take care of you,” he murmurs into your ear.

He sets you down. Kisses your knee. Then your hip. Then your wrist, “We’re gonna slow it down now. Let you feel everything.”

His hand is on your chest — not possessive, but grounding, “You’re mine right now. You ready for that?”

You nod, exhale. Something in you unclenches.

Behind Jake, you glimpse Niki slipping his sweats back on. Sunghoon watching silently, cock still half-hard, eyes unreadable.

Jake doesn’t rush. Doesn’t even look away from you, “Let them watch, baby. This is you and me.”

One hands traces over your navel, Jake’s easy flick over to Niki and Sunghoon as he kneels in front of you, still on the bed.

“You gave them a show,” he softly starts, kissing up your thigh, “But now you’re mine again. Got it?”

You mewl in agreement, and Jake’s eyes are soft on you as he licks a stripe over your wet cunt.

Your eyes are glassy as you watch him

“You let him cum all over this pretty ass. Let him ruin you,” he murmurs against your lower lips, “but now it’s my turn.”

He spits on your wet cunt — slow, deliberate, filthy but reverent — and uses his fingers to press it into your folds, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

You twitch. Whimpering as he rolls his finger over your clit. You’re shaking under overstimulation, but Jake is taking his time.

He’s loud as he sucks onto your fold, fingers in your pussy and he watches in satisfaction as your thighs shake around his head.

His jaw moves with his fingers and it’s to much. You squeeze your eyes shut, crying out as Jake coaxes out a very weak orgasm out of you.

You lay, opening your eyes and watching Jake entering you.

He’s slow, gentle. His dick thick and reaching deep inside of you. One hand grabs your chin, tilts your face toward his.

“Look at me. Want you to remember who owns this,” he whispers to you, lovingly kissing your check. Then a softer peck against your lips.

He starts fucking you deep, slow, possessive strokes. You’re already writhing—too sensitive, too full—but he holds you in place.

“You feel that, baby? That’s mine now. Gonna keep it messy just for me.”

His breathing’s getting heavier, “Might even put a baby in you tonight. Just so they know who you belong to.”

Niki sits nearby, watching, eyes hungry again. Sunghoon’s at the head of the bed, arms folded—trying not to look, but failing. Jake glances at them over your shoulder.

“She’s quiet now. Wonder who’s fucking her better,” he mocks them.

Niki smirks. Sunghoon licks his lips.

Jake pulls out briefly, fingers you lazily, it’s just enough to keep you twitching.

“You want a taste before she breaks again?” Jake asks Sunghoon.

Sunghoon approaches. Kneels. Kisses you softly—tongue tracing Jake’s taste off your lips. Jake watches you two kiss.

Sunghoon is softer this time, gently pressing his lips to you and letting you take lead. You nibble softly on his lower lip, starting to pull him down to you.

“Not bad,” Jake murmurs to Sunghoon, effectively breaking your kiss.

“But keep your mouth off her neck. That’s mine.”

Jake pulls you back onto him, you straddle his hips. You’re too fucked out to ride him, and Jake knows. He grips your waist, spreading his knees and then he pistoning his hips into you.

He’s faster now, dirtier. And you know he’s close to cumming. You look to your left and see Niki is jacking off again, tugging onto his dick furiously as he watches you and Jake.

Sunghoon isn’t doing much better.

“Who makes you feel better, huh?”

“Answer me,” he gruffs, spanking your ass once. Sharply.

You gasp. Can’t say it. Won’t say it.

“She’s playing dumb,” Niki instigates.

“Then let’s make her tell the truth,” Jake decides.

He keeps fucking you, slow then fast. Gentle, then harsh, he keeps going until you cry out his name.

“There she is,” he growls out possessively. He cums as you cry out his name, but you’re too spent.

Cunt spasming as Jake fills you up, and yet your orgasm is running away from you.

Everyone slows down. You’re exhausted, trembling. Jake gathers you into his lap, wiping you down gently with a warm cloth.

He kisses your temple, hums against your shoulder, he softly speaks, “You did so good for me, baby.”

You nod, tears in your eyes, overwhelmed.

Jake watches the way your breath evens out against his chest. You’re boneless, warm, marked. His hand rests low on your waist — not tight, but firm. Like a tether. Like a promise.

The room still smells like sex and lavender soap. Your voice lingers in his head. Wrecked, sweet, his name falling off your tongue like confession. Jake should feel jealous that he watched two other men fuck you. He doesn’t.

He feels full. You chose him. To lead. To hold. To gather your pieces after they’d all taken their turn. And he did. Jake presses a kiss to your temple. Whispers it more to himself than to you.

Niki’s the first to move after you and Jake settle in the middle of the bed. He crawls in from the side of the bed, draping one arm lazily across your legs and resting his chin there like a puppy who just misbehaved but knows he’s still loved.

“You good, pretty girl?” he asks, lips brushing your thigh, “Wasn’t too much, right?”

There’s mischief still in his voice, but concern peeks through, folded into cocky bravado.

You reach down and run your fingers through his damp hair. “I’m good,” you whisper, “You were good.”

He grins, genuine now. And nuzzles in closer.

Sunghoon hangs back, quiet, watching. He doesn’t say much, but his eyes hold depth—something protective, something reverent. You beckon him closer with your hand, and he hesitates before climbing in. You’re squashed between Sunghoon and Jake. Niki between your legs, sprawled out. Sunghoon’s hand settles on your waist, grounding. Steady. Present.

“She needs rest,” he murmurs to Jake, almost like he’s reminding himself.

Jake hums. “That’s why we’re here.”

They shift with practiced intimacy—Jake cradling your upper body, Sunghoon warming your back, Niki curved against your legs like a living blanket.

Someone pulls the sheets up. Someone turns off the lamp. It’s warm. Safe. Your pulse slows.

Jake’s fingers trace lazy patterns along your arm. “Told you I’d look after you.”

“You did,” you whisper.

Niki mutters something about needing snacks later. Sunghoon shoos him quiet with a soft sigh. Jake smiles against your skin.

Three hearts beat around you. And you let yourself melt into the middle of it—held, adored, claimed.

You close your eyes. They don’t let go.

Sunlight filters through the blinds in soft, golden stripes. It’s late—too late for anyone to pretend they planned to leave early. You’re the first to blink awake, stretched between three very warm bodies, all breathing in sync. For a moment, it’s quiet. Gentle. Weightless.

Then Niki stirs.

“We’re all still alive?” he mumbles, voice gravelly with sleep.

“Barely,” Jake croaks from somewhere near your collarbone.

You giggle and squirm a little, trying to get untangled from the limbs draped over you. Sunghoon lets out the softest groan and tightens his arm around your waist.

“Five more minutes,” he mutters, eyes still shut. “Or forever. I vote forever.”

“Forever smells like your armpit,” Niki grunts, pushing Sunghoon off of him with a half-hearted shove. “Get off me, sauna boy.”

There’s a shuffle of laughter, bare skin brushing against sheets, and Jake eventually rolls to the edge of the bed and groans like a dad with back pain.

“Everyone hydrate. We’re re-entering society soon,” he says, grabbing water bottles off the floor. “And by society, you mean… coffee,” you say, sitting up and stretching.

“And by coffee, I mean something iced and strong,” Jake smirks. “Let’s go.”

It takes a while to get moving. Clothes are half-lost, socks shared, and Jake insists on stealing Niki’s hoodie despite it being four sizes too big. Breakfast is a mix of cold toast, leftover chips, and Jake spooning peanut butter straight from the jar.

The car ride back to the city is chaotic in the best way.

Niki’s in the backseat, legs sprawled across both yours and Sunghoon’s laps like a spoiled cat. Sunghoon’s scrolling through his phone with one hand and holding Niki’s ankle hostage with the other.

“I’m sore,” Niki announces dramatically.

“You’re welcome,” you say sweetly.

Jake laughs from the driver’s seat, shooting you a knowing glance in the mirror.

“Someone’s got a new attitude,” he teases. “Sexually awakened much?”

“You made me wear that dress,” you shoot back. “You lit the fuse.”

“Yeah, and you detonated it all over the vanity,” Niki smirks.

Sunghoon sighs without looking up, “That table was antique.”

“So’s your attitude,” Niki retorts, kicking him lightly.

Jake flicks on the radio, rolling down the windows. The city skyline appears in the distance. You lean back in your seat, eyes closed, letting the wind tangle your hair. Jake reaches over the console and finds your hand, squeezing once.

No one says it aloud, but it hangs there—unspoken and understood.

Something changed. In the way Sunghoon keeps glancing at you when you laugh. In how Niki hums under his breath while his fingers graze your knee. In how Jake watches all of it, calm and collected—but never distant.

The tension’s gone.

But something better took its place.

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i hate how sometimes whats stopping you from moving on with writing is that something you wrote or came up with just isnt working, and sometimes thats fine cause its nothing, but other times its something you really wanted to work, and it just doesnt

[i2sunric]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 (l.hs)

PAIRING: heeseung x reader (f)

SUMMARY: due to a storm, his parents are stuck in a motel for the night while you are stuck at his house. with wi-fi not working, heeseung can’t think of anything better than recreating the scenes of your smutty books.

WARNINGS: established relationship, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), fingering, standing sex (?), missionary, pussy eating, masturbation, dirty talking, blowjob, oral (m and f receiving), rough sex, chocking, i lied about the doggy style, pet names (angel, baby), lmk if more, NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 13th August 2024

WC: 3.7k

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a/n: honestly the intro sucks and so does the outro but i swear the smut is GOOD. literally 3k words of filthy porn ngl. enjoy lol. please LIKE & REBLOG to spread and let me knows your thoughts 💗

What was supposed to be a cozy Thursday night ended up in you being forced to stay at Heeseung’s house for the night.

Forced? Not really, you enjoyed the excuse of spending more time with your boyfriend. Because of a flooding caused by the storm outside, you weren’t able to go back home.

But neither were his parents, who were supposed to have a nice date and ended up being blocked by the horrible weather.

The sound of the raindrops tapping against the window filled the room as Heeseung turned off the shower.

You were laying on his bed with your back to the wall as you peacefully read your book, thankful that your sixth sense made you bring it.

Heeseung entered the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist while he used another to dry his damp hair.

“Reading still?” He asked, nudging the book with toe. “Ew.” You stated, pushing his foot away “And yes.”

Heeseung just chuckled and moved to get his clothes from the drawer “Heard from your parents?”

He hummed “I called them before showering, they said they’ll stay at a motel,” He put his boxers on “But before they could say more, the line cut off.”

You threw a glance at the window “This storm is going to destroy a lot of things.”

Heeseung struggled to put on shorts and then rounded the bed, the mattress lowering where his weight was.

“I bet they’re having some wild sex right now.” You joked, flipping another page of your book.

Heeseung pinched your side “Ew? I don’t really want to think about my parents going at it.” He laughed, laying down beside you.

“Careful, you might have a brother soon.” You joked again, earning another gentle pinch.

A couple of minutes passed by and Heeseung groaned “Wi-fi doesn’t work.” He threw his phone at the end of the bed. “I can’t play games.”

“Poor you.” You cooed, caressing the hand he had placed on your hip, his chest pressed against your back.

“Can’t you put your book down and give me attention?” You could hear the pout in his voice “No boy, I’m at an important point.”

“Evil.” Heeseung murmured as he settled into a more comfortable position, strangely not going anywhere to do something else.

You felt his hand on your side, relaxed as well as his breath even. ‘He must’ve fallen asleep’, You thought, as you flipped another page of your book, unable to stop your eyes from reading the scene unfolding before you.

If Heeseung was to casually open his eyes and read even one line of the chapter, he would certainly make fun of you.

Who even reads smut in their boyfriend’s bed?

You felt his hand flex on your stomach but you didn't really mind, he would always move uncontrollably when asleep— sometimes, even kicking you.

As your mind proceeded the words written down on paper, your body reacted to it, almost unconsciously.

You could feel your core pulse in need, your body temperature raising and at the same time goosebumps appeared on your skin.

It always happened, you couldn’t help the way your imagination wandered with the characters of the book, the tension and the way they cared for each other. It was all too tempting, you could feel your stomach fill with butterflies.

But your boyfriend was sleeping and you didn’t want to disturb him, knowing he already had troubles falling asleep — the reason why he always stayed up late to play games —, so you kept quiet.

You felt Heeseung shift behind you, the hand on your stomach circling your waist until he was able to pull you against his chest, his breath hot against your ear.

You held your breath as he changed position, not making any sudden movement while he used you like you were a teddy bear.

Gulping down, you waited a few beats before focusing your attention back on the chapter.

It’s not like you and Heeseung had never gone further than third base, but it was always so… vanilla.

You longed for someone to use you for your own pleasure, to talk you through your multiple orgasms, to mark you up and manhandle you like a doll.

But you would never have the courage to confess that to Heeseung.

Yes, you two had been together for almost a year and half though you weren’t ready to open up to your contorted fantasies. Afraid that he may run away, you loved him too much for that.

So, you hid in your imagination, burying your nose in books that filled the void inside of you.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you tried to calm the fire igniting your bones, but your hips shifted uncomfortably, the ache between your legs too strong to be ignored.

Suddenly, Heeseung spoke to your ear, voice low and husky “You want to show me too?” You jolted and closed the book, catching your finger in middle, hissing at the pain.

You turned your face around and caught his gaze, something different inside it. Something primal.

“I-I thought you were sleeping.” You said, blinking faintly and Heeseung smirked, “I was reading with you.”

He reached the book from your hand and like a fool, you let him take it. He opened the page where you had left your finger in and cleared his throat “He looked at her with a strange urge, his attention gliding to her face,” He started reading.

“His voice was low when he said ‘Show me, show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone in the middle of the night’.”

The heat that was once in your stomach moved to your cheeks, embarrassment coating your expression.

“It’s just a chapter, I was skipping it.” You tried to reach back for your book but he held it up, sitting “Ah, lying is bad, Y/N.”

Heeseung’s smirk was cocky “You seemed pretty into it.” You scoffed, “Give it back.”

Your boyfriend was clearly enjoying it, the way you blushed and the flustered look on your face. He licked his bottom lip and eyed you up and down.

Only when you lowered your gaze, unable to meet his, did you notice the hard-on he was sporting. Was he enjoying it the same way you were?

“There’s no wi-fi.” He stated, “And my parents aren’t home, don’t you think we should occupy our time?”

This side of him was something you had never seen, perhaps, had he the same hidden likings as yours? Looked like you were about to find out.

“How?” You asked, your voice hoarse, barely yours. Heeseung glanced back at the page and said “Take off your shorts.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, “W-What?” And he just chuckled darkly “Do you think I didn’t notice your body language, mh? Do you think I didn’t see how you were craving… this?” He raised the book.

“Now, take off your shorts or I’ll have to do it myself.” Normally, you would comply, but you were feeling bold, adrenaline shooting in your veins, so you said instead, “Make me.”

His eyes darkened, his brow raised. He placed the book on the bed and crawled towards you as you backed away until your back hit the headboard.

He kept eye contact while his fingers hooked around your shorts, and instead of his usual slow pace, he yanked them off.

You gasped at the sudden force, soon enough your shorts were laying on the floor “Isn’t this what you want?” He questioned.

“You want someone to dominate you, uh? To show you what’s your place?” Your whole body shivered from his words as you mindlessly nodded.

“All this time I’ve been gentle, afraid to make you uncomfortable,” He gripped your panties “But all you wanted was to be fucked, hard, isn’t it?” He ripped them off you, the sound of fabric stretching making you gasp again.

He smirked and threw the messy fabric on the floor, with your shorts “So, I’ll follow what you like.” He pointed at the book resting on the duvet “Play with yourself.”

You widened your eyes. Heeseung’s behaviour was different from his usual one, though you couldn’t say you didn’t like it. Lord, you were drenched just from his words and he could see it, the way your juices coated your pussy, spread in front of him.

You gulped and slowly moved your hand down, reaching your clit which you started circling.

A soft hum escaped your lips at the sweet feeling and you watched him, his gaze so primal and full of lust as he took in the sight of you touching yourself.

Just a few beats passed before he asked “You know what she does now, right?” And you nodded, lifting your hand up to his lips. He hummed and took them inside his mouth, his warm tongue twirling around your digits.

The taste of you, even if it was just brief, was enough to make his head spin, so delicious and intoxicating.

You removed them “Let me watch while you fuck yourself.” He said and was suddenly aware of your position. Of how open you were in front of him, your folds clenching around nothing.

Heeseung raised an impatient brow and you hurried to coat your fingers in your juices, rubbing them against your entrance before thrusting one inside.

You moaned, your fingers brushing against your g-spot right away, given all the times you’d done this.

Heeseung licked his bottom lip, the taste of you still lingering in his mouth, on his tongue. He could feel his shorts grow tighter by the minute, his desire for you overtaking any rational thought.

“One more baby, I know you can take it.” He urged and you complied, adding a second digit to your ministration.

Heeseung let out a groan, his eyes locked on you as you brought pleasure to yourself. He quickly took the book back in his hands and flicked the page, a wicked smile on his lips.

“Yeah, bet you’ll like this.” He said as he pushed himself down the bed and took you by the back of your thighs, tilting your body until it was pending at the edge of the bed.

You stopped your movements and pulled your fingers out with a ‘POP’ sound, resting on your elbows to look down at him “Hee?”

“Don’t worry, angel.” He pried your legs open, his breath fanning on your cunt, making you squeeze your eyes “Just need to taste your sweet pussy.”

And then you felt it, the swipe of his tongue across your folds, your mind clouding from the pleasure as soft gasps escaped your lips.

Heeseung ate you like a starved man, alternating sucking on your clit and fucking you with his tongue, his strong grip prevented you from squirming around.

You rocked your hips against his mouth, needing to chase the pleasure building inside your lower belly.

You reached a hand and placed it on his head, your fingers tangling in his locks, “Mh, that’s it, angel.” He murmured, “Fuck my tongue.”

And so you followed his orders, moving with deep and slow thrusts, just enough to send jolts of pleasure through your jody as Heeseung stuck his warm tongue inside of you.

Soon, your movements grew sloppier and faster, your lips parted “I’m— I’m gonna—“ And before you could even finish your sentence, your orgasm hit you, making your back arch off the bed, your legs shaking.

“This was so hot, baby.” Heeseung pressed a few more kitten licks on your clit before raising himself, caressing your thighs with his thumbs.

You looked up at him, your breath still uneven from the great amount of pleasure he had put you in.

He gave you a small smirk before reaching behind you and taking your forgotten book back. He flipped the pages “Spoiler, she gives him a BJ.” He said.

You chuckled, your body now recovered as you sat up “And you don’t want it?” You batted your eyelashes.

Heeseung took a steady breath. “Don’t tempt me.” He quickly searched further one the book, scanning lines and as he found something he liked, he pointed at it, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“As much as I love feeling your mouth around me, I want to feel you whole.” He murmured.

You sat up, crawling towards him to the edge of the bed “Maybe I want to.”

His breath caught in his throat, your vicinity and your words going straight to his cock “The way she does.”

Heeseung went back to the chapter where it all started, scanning the lines until he read “After making her see stars, he quickly unbuttoned his jeans, his gaze dangerous. ‘Your moans were so sweet, darling.’ He murmured, lowering his jeans and boxers, his cock sprung free.” He paused to gulp.

“He took the back of her head and moved her ‘till her neck bent in an awkward position, his red tip brushing against her lips.” He lowered the book.

“Is this how you want it? Rough?” Heeseung questioned and you nodded “Might as well follow the script.” You shrugged.

A low groan built in his throat, you tugged the hem of his shirt “This off?” Your eyes glistened with fake innocence.

Heeseung swiftly worked his shirt off, throwing it on the floor. It’s not like you had never seen him without a shirt on, you were used to him during beach dates or pool parties, but it was always so breathtaking.

Heeseung smirked, noticing the way your hungry stare was studying his chest. In the blink of an eye his shorts joined his shirt, his cock hard and angry, some pre-cum smeared over the tip.

“Be a good girl and open up for me,” He murmured as he climbed on the bed, his hand clutching the headboard to keep himself steady.

You quickly laid down, his hips hovering on your face. You looked up at him, doe-eyes looking ever so pure… And then you took him all in your mouth.

Heeseung threw his head back at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cock, your head bobbing back and forth.

“Fuck,” He breathed out, his eyes meeting yours “So good, always so good.”

He caressed your cheek, his thumb grazing gently your skin as his hips bucked, meeting your pace.

He then pulled out, making you frown which was soon transformed when his lips met yours.

You could feel his cock twitching between your breasts, one of his hands squeezing it as his lips claimed yours.

The kiss was sloppy and messy, both of your tongues moving together, his spit down your throat.

He was delaying his orgasm, you noted, because he would’ve cum just from a few licks of yours.

And then he pulled his lips away from yours to thrust his throbbing length inside your mouth again “Mh… Yes— Shit. You’re so good, angel. Mouth made just for me.” He praised as he moved.

You hummed, sending waves of pleasure all through his body.

You gripped his thighs, bobbing your head faster, desperate to bring him the pleasure he deserved.

Heeseung understood and gripped the headboard with both of his hands, his hips thrusting inside of your warm and wet mouth. He hit the back of your throat, making you gag “I’m so close.” He breathed out.

At his words, you ignored the burning sensation building in your throat and hollowed your cheeks, with a few more thrusts he was emptying himself with a groan.

When he pulled out, you licked any drop of cum that spilled out your mouth and hummed happily.

Heeseung chuckled, leaning down again to capture your lips in a messy but loving kiss.

You playfully bit his bottom lip and he pulled away, yelping “Brat.”

You smiled at him and sat up, your voice just briefly hoarse “What happens next?”

Heeseung’s gaze darkened but his words were serious “You sure you want to continue?” He sighed softly, “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You smiled reassuringly and beckoned to the book “Time to change chapter.”

Heeseung let out a quiet groan, his cock visibly twitching “He fucks her against the wall.” He narrated what he had read “Hard, hand around her throat… is that what you want?”

Just the idea of doing it that way had you drenched down there, a shiver ran along your spine “Yes, Hee.” You breathed out, and to emphasise you add “I need it.”

“My nasty girl.” He practically growled as he got up from the bed, taking you with him and slammed you against the wall of his bedroom.

You yelped when your back hit the cold surface, the tapping of the raindrops on the window your background music.

Heeseung claimed your lips again as one of his hands snuck to squeeze your backside, his fingers kneading it.

You could again feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach, its warmth infecting your core.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you,” He whispered on you throat “To have you milk my cock as I take you so hard you can’t say a coherent word.”

You rocked your hips against his, a clear effect of his words, your arms wrapped around his neck.

As if you weighed nothing, he raised you and you wrapped your legs around his sculpted waist.

Without any warning except for the aligning of his cock, he slammed deep inside of you, making you moan out.

Heeseung wasn’t the biggest cock you’ve seen, but he surely was the longest. You could feel him so deep, he could probably even reach your stomach if he tried hard enough.

You gripped the back of his neck like your life depended on it as he moved without any mercy, pulling all the way out until the tip just to slam back in, knocking the air out of your lungs.

He snuck one hand between your breasts and reached your throat, wrapping it around it. He gripped, not enough to choke you but good enough to make you light-headed.

His cock pounded hard into you, driving your brain into nothing but a puddle of his name, the one you screamed and moaned.

Your nails dug into his shoulders and he grunted, rewarding you with a deeper thrust, one you can almost feel in your centre, where the familiar knot was tightening.

Your eyes rolled back, just moans and whimpers escaping your lips.

Heeseung removed the hand from your throat and gripped your neck instead, letting your lungs that were screaming in protest fill with air up to their capacity.

He moved so your forehead pressed against his, both of you panting in each other’s mouth, your pussy clenching around him.

He groaned, he put one of his hands on the wall to steady himself as his hips kept bucking fast on yours, the sound of skin slapping mixing up with the rain’s.

“Is this what you like, baby?” Heeseung asked, moving his face to gently nip on your neck.

Your whole body felt sensitive from the attention he was giving it, from his small hickeys to the way he kept hitting your sweet spot “Y-yes.” You croaked out “Feels s’good, fuck.”

Heeseung grinned and stilled, twitching inside of you with a groan.

Before you could even comprehend it, he had you with your back on the mattress, never pulling out of you.

Your legs spread open, eager to feel him in you, to let him claim him.

“Fuck,” He grunted out, his pace never once faltering as he gripped your thighs to help himself, surely there would be marks the next day “Feels like heaven inside of you.”

You answered with a muffled whimper, not sure if your brain could even form out a word anymore.

He leaned on you, chest pressed against chest as he hid his face in the crook of his neck, his hot breath hitting your skin.

You rolled your eyes back, the pleasure building inside of you almost unbearable “Hee..” You breathed out, gripping his forearm to warn him where words couldn’t reach.

“I know,” He murmured, “Me too, baby…”

You cried out as you tried to delay your orgasm the same way he could do, but the pleasure was too much and before you could even try to resist more, you saw white.

Your back arched off the bed and squirmed around, your walls clenching tight around Heeseung who, despite your state, never stopped thrusting.

“Shit— Where do you want it?” He asked, because it was in some ways a first timer. First time going rough, first time going raw.

You couldn’t find your voice, your eyes watery from the impact of your orgasm, so you wrapped your legs around his waist, trapping him.

He frowned “Are you— Fuck.” You felt his cum filling you up to the brim, the sensation so sweet a gasp left your lips as he rocked slowly, adrenaline lowering.

After a couple of minutes where neither of you had the energy to move, Heeseung raised himself and offered you a warm smile “How was it?” He questioned as he stood up.

The sight of you, sprawled on his bed with both your seeds running down your thighs was enough to make him pop another boner, which earned him a side eye from you.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Heeseung chuckled, opening one of the drawers to retrieve one of his shirts and helping you in it. He then carefully cleaned you up, dried the sweat running down your forehead and after putting back on his shorts and underwear, he laid beside you.

One of his arms snuck around your shoulder, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead “You’ll have to go commando, since I ripped your panties.” You giggled, hugging him tighter.

“I really enjoyed… this.” Heeseung smirked, “I bet.” He glanced at the book, now resting on the bedside table “Come to me when you start another book, yeah?”

Heeseung absentmindedly squeezed your breast through the shirt “I’ll make sure to recreate it all… even may steal some of the lines.”

Content that he wasn’t going to judge you for your strange likings, rather supporting them, you let yourself be held as the storm outside slowly died, the breeze hitting your skin as you fell asleep, safe in his arms.

[ssahotchnerr]

Hello! How are you doing?

I don't have anything extremely specific (sorry, I'm just leaving work and haven't really thought about this).

But if you want to, how about jealous Aaron who has the, very rare, opportunity to go pick up the reader from her job and see her all smiles with another coworker? In this case I was thinking that there might be a age gap between them and the male coworker is more of her age? So a bit of jealous and insecure Hotch?

If you feel comfortable with this of course!

Have a good day 😊

in comparison

cw; fem!reader, age gap, insecure :( and jealous!aaron, some angst, small suggestiveness, fluff <3 wc; 1.2k

You were exiting the building with a few of your colleagues, partaking in what appeared to be an entertaining conversation from Aaron's line of sight. The liveliness on your face was vivid, undoubtedly enjoying whatever the whole of you were collectively discussing.

You looked comfortable, relaxed, happy. You molded into the group well. One of your male colleagues in particular was inching a bit too close, a near awestruck expression on his face as a laugh escaped you. If he took one step to his right, his shoulder would be touching yours. While you were clueless, he was enamored.

Aaron felt his eyes harden involuntarily, a jealous heat swarming through his body; he wanted to march over there and assert his role as yours. However, the feeling wasn't long lasting. A profound sadness climbed up his spine, as he gained a different perspective.

It wasn't that you didn't fit into his life. On the complete contrary: you were the perfect addition.

But something about seeing you with others, with someone closer to your age, was daunting. Intimidating. It sickened him how natural the visual appeared. Reality has smacked him in the face numerous times over the years, he wouldn't be surprised if it happened again. That somehow, someway, you would prefer the latter. The one that had nothing to do with him.

As you walked towards Aaron's car, you glanced back at your coworkers, offering a wave and a smile as they jointly headed to the parking lot. His window was opened a crack, and he heard you call back towards them, "Have fun tonight!"

Aaron exhaled a breath.

"Hey." You chirped as you slid into the passenger seat, leaning over the center console to place a kiss on Aaron's cheek. He was rather stiff as you did so, causing you to lightly scrunch your nose in confusion, pulling away slowly. Something was up.

"Hey," He echoed, greeting you with an almost forced smile. The abruptness of his thoughts had unsettled him deeply - he couldn't shake them. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be." You responded hesitantly, searching his face as you buckled your seatbelt. You added after a moment, happy to be in his company and the emotion overtaking your heart. "I missed you today."

But your words went unnoticed, as he had already reentered the void that was his unwelcome thoughts.

In result the car ride home was silent, Aaron's pout unfaltering. His mind was plagued by the image of your coworker being in his place, driving you home, or the two of you huddled together amongst a night out with friends. It caused an uncomfortable, sad pit in his stomach.

"You missed a turn."

"What?"

Your statement jolted him back to earth. No he didn't... did he? His eyebrows furrowed in a line, reassessing the current surroundings. Nothing out of the ordinary, all familiar street signs. When he confirmed he, in fact, did not miss a turn, he turned to you, only to find a knowing smirk plastered on your face.

His eyebrows quirked softly, obstructing the line drawn above his eyes. "What was that about?"

"To get your mind off whatever you're stewing about."

A smile threatened his lips, due to your witty expression and observation, "I'm not." His tone found a slightly lighter note - amusingly guilty. Anything but convincing.

"Aaron, darling, you're gonna break some teeth if that," Your playful demeanor dropped for a moment, your eyes tracing back and forth, as if you were in a trance. "Jaw of yours tightens anymore."

Your brief distraction eased a notion of his jealousy, he still had that effect on you, thankfully. He readjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his stare forward.

"So what is it?" You asked, "Did you have a bad day?"

He shook his head.

"Bad bout of cases?"

Aaron grimaced, his knuckles letting up only to secure his fingers over the wheel again, "They're always bad."

"Something I did?"

He opened his mouth to respond, but only silence came out. His hesitation caused your face to fall, your shoulders dropping and posture succumbing to the back of your seat.

"No honey, no you didn't do anything." He was quick to reassure, feeling entirely worse. "I can assure you."

Your eyes met his, needing more.

He sighed defeatedly, surprisingly not afraid to bluntly admit, "I'm jealous."

"Jealous?" You froze, but then it clicked. You gestured behind, as if your colleagues were somehow tailing the two of you. "Of...?"

Aaron bit his lip, nodding slowly.

Your expression lightened, a soft and genuine wonder in your eyes, "Why?"

"Are you okay with this?" Confusion arose on your face once more, so he clarified. "This. Us. You signed up for a lot, quickly at that."

Truth be told, the two of you had progressed at a rate neither of you expected, due to the sheer infatuation you possessed for one another. That, too, had been natural.

"I'm divorced, widowed, a father - I come with baggage. My 'going-out' are days long gone. I don't want you missing out."

"Aaron." In a way, you could laugh. It tore your heart into pieces he was thinking this way, doubting himself but he was clueless in an adorably, idiotic way. In summary, he simply never gave himself the credit he deserved. "What could I possibly be missing out on?"

"You could be spending your weekends out, socializing, with people closer in age. And yet, you're..." He came up with an example. "Making pillow forts. These are supposed to be the best years of your life. I'm terribly boring in comparison."

"Hey, I make a mean pillow fort."

He gave you a look.

Your hand grabbed his bicep affectionately, clinging onto it as if you were knocking some sense into him. "I chose this. I chose you. Jack is the addition to my life I never knew I needed. And I don't want to be out galavanting bar to night club to bar. I jump at the opportunity to deny a night out to spend it in. With you. When have you ever seen me wanting to go out and party?"

An expression of distaste flashed across your face at the concept, and Aaron's head tilted to the side as he considered your point.Yeah, that was true.

"I'm a homebody. And if there's anything I've realized over the course of the past months, you're my home. You."

Aaron let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I know what I'm in for. And I embrace it with open arms. I want it." Your face was content, even more so than when you were talking with your colleagues. "I love you. And I love the life we're creating. It's so special, beyond my wildest dreams."

"Really?" A boyish, hopeful expression graced his face.

"Really. I wouldn't want it any other way. I can promise you. This- you're everything I could ever want."

Aaron's hand found your thigh, giving it a gentle, loving squeeze. "I love you too, sweetheart."

You beamed in response - you'd never get tired of the words leaving his lips.

"That one guy though," Aaron raised his eyebrows, taking a quick glance at you. Envy began creeping back, "He seemed interested. Wasn't a fan of that."

You scoffed, unbothered. "I'm into men, not boys. Which again, you are the utmost depiction of." Your delightful smirk resurfaced, admirably looking him over. "Believe me, I couldn't be more satisfied."

He wanted to play into your suggestive remarks, but he needed further confirmation. Once more. "You sure?"

"Oh, I'm positive."

Finally satisfied himself, he surrendered, "Okay."

"In fact, I can think of a few ways to show you just how much later."

[mysteryshoptls]

2025-2026 Player Birthday Login Message Lines

These are all the messages that you get from the boys when you log in on the birthday that you set in-game from 18 Mar 2025 to 17 Mar 2026! For those that want to hear them, you can find them in the Archive, under the tab その他　→　監督生バースデー⑤. (This will not be in your game archives until the birthday you set passes.)

You can find the 2021-2022 Birthday Login Message Lines here! You can find the 2022-2023 Birthday Login Message Lines here! You can find the 2023-2024 Birthday Login Message Lines here! You can find the 2024-2025 Birthday Login Message Lines here!

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]. It may only be a small token, but I've prepared a gift for you. Here is a spare tie. I'm sure you won't get yours dirtied often, but there is always the chance. In order to follow the rules and dress appropriately, you should make sure to carry it on you at all times.

Ace

Oh, there they are. Heeey, [Yuu]. You free? Let's go play some b-ball. Why...? I mean, today's your birthday, right? I thought I'd celebrate you in my own way, is all. Come on, let's go, we gotta get moving 'til our stomach growls. There's another bit of "fun" to look forward to after, too.

Deuce

[Yuu], Happy Birthday. I went and rented a blastcycle for you today. I just thought it'd be nice to let my hardworking friend feel the breeze on their face for once. Might be a good change of pace, don't you think? Don't worry, I'll drive totally safe. Here, get on the back. Once you're ready to go, we're off!

Cater

Happy Birthday! Thanks for all the work you do as a prefect. Don't you get tired from working so hard? That's why I got.... this! Some bath salts recommended by yours truly! The rose petals inside are super cute, and the fragrance really helps to soothe your soul～ Tell me what you thought later!

Trey

[Yuu], Happy Birthday. I was actually thinking of heading to a café today, want to come with? Apparently the sweets there are made by a first-class pâtissier. Aren't you curious how it'll taste? You think I'm just wanting to taste it for myself? ...Haha, no way. I'm just trying to celebrate you for your birthday.

SAVANACLAW

Leona

I thought it was sounding pretty rowdy, but I see it was just 'cause it's your birthday. Good for you. Huh? You want to eat lunch with me because it's your birthday? That's a pretty strong demand from a little herbivore like you. Well now, what sort of delicious meat will you treat me to, hm...? You're extending an invitation to me, of all people, so I'm expecting a lavish feast.

Jack

Happy Birthday. I'm just saying that as a fellow schoolmate. It's not like I'm looking to get along, or anything. Hm? The candy jar you got as a gift won't open? Fine, hand it over. ...There you go. I'm pretty nice for someone who doesn't want to get along...? What's that supposed to mean? Don't get ahead of yourself, just 'cause it's your birthday.

Ruggie

[Yuu]-kun, Happy Birthday～ Feels like you're growin' a bit more with another year under your belt. Oh yeaah, you should totally show off how mature you got. For example, maaaybe you can treat me to something. You'll buy me a lil' snack? Sheeheehee, thaaaanks～ This is why it's great havin' cute lil' underclassmen like you.

OCTAVINELLE

Azul

[Yuu]-san, a very Happy Birthday to you. ...Whatever is the problem? You have a concerned look on your face. You haven't finished your homework? Even though the party is right around the corner? Well, isn't this a predicament. Allow me to embody the spirit of compassion and assist you. Not to worry, proper compensation can be discussed at a later date... Right?

Jade

Happy Birthday. I've prepared a present for you. Here you go. This is a patch of moss that I cultivated and separated out just for you. Also, here is a booklet on how to care for it. Please show me how well your moss has grown six months from now. ...You absolutely won't allow it to wither and die, now, will you?

Floyd

Shrimpy-chan, Happy Birthday～ Here ya go, I brought a cake just for you. ...Eh, the cake inside's a mess? Ohhh right～ That might be 'cause I dropped it earlier. So? There somethin' wrong with that? It's not like the taste'll change. Eat it already, c'mon.

SCARABIA

Kalim

Happy Birthday! Pheeew, I'm feelin' so excited. Makes me wanna dance! Oh yeah, wanna dance together at your birthday party later? ...Ahaha, you don't gotta know what moves to make! I'm just gonna dance for you with all my best wishes, so that'll be fun enough!

Jamil

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]. Are you ready to be completely mobbed by everyone in the spirit of your birthday? Eh, you're not? Hey, that's why I'm always telling you to be prepared for any... ...Mm, maybe I shouldn't nag like this on their birthday of all days... Ugh, fine, I'll get you ready. First, we have to do something about those clothes, got it?

POMEFIORE

Vil

Happy Birthday. You seem to be having a grand time. Perhaps you didn't need my well wishes? Of course that couldn't possibly have been the case. That's why I've made my way here before heading to my club. I have a present to hand to you, as well. You should be grateful that I took the time for you like this. Keep on striving for perfection.

Epel

Happy Birthday! It's about your present, but... Wanna come with me to pick something out at Foothill Town? I was looking into a bunch of stuff, but I don't really know what's really in right now... You sure? Great! Then let's go right now! I'm really looking forward to shopping with you!

Rook

Happy Birthday, are you enjoying your special day? Your beauty still astounds as another year passes! This is my present to you. I made sure to thoroughly prepare something that you are guaranteed to love. As a hunter, I cannot allow my aim to be off the mark, after all. Hurry, please open it. I want to hear your thoughts as soon as I can.

IGNIHYDE

Idia

Happy Birthday... ...Eh, you have a favor to ask me? Ugh, that's worse than having to give a present... I'll at least ask, but... what is it? You want me to tell you what computer I recommend? I mean, I build my own... EH, YOU'RE INTERESTED IN BUILDING YOUR OWN COMPUTER TOO!? Suuuure, of course I'll teach you! I gotchu, whether it's air-cooled PCs, liquid-cooled PCs, or anything else you want! When it comes to personal builds, I'm your man～!

Ortho

Today's your birthday, right? Happy Birthday! I have a present for you, too. Here you go, DVD of movies! I searched through all the reviews online and compiled all the most popular movies in each genre. Once you're finished watching everything, I'd love to verify your impress... Wait, I mean, I'd love to chat about what you thought of them!

DIASOMNIA

Malleus

Happy Birthday. In celebration, I've prepared some ice cream. Why did I choose this? Because I remember being elated, myself, when served this in the past. I can only hope you feel the same. ...You are? Well, wonderful.

Silver

Happy Birthday. Is there anything you'd like as a gift? You'd like to train with me? A spectacular attitude... Of course, I do not mind at all. However... The celebratory atmosphere may lead to me being more spirited than usual. Let me know if it becomes too difficult for you.

Sebek

Hey, human! You're looking more lax than usual. Do you not think you're letting yourself go too much, simply because it is your birthday? You're surprised I remembered? Well, obviously I did, my memory is much better than yours, after all! I won't say this is an offering for your birthday, or anything... But I should feed you something that'll put some muscle even on a weak human like you. Follow me!

Lilia

[Lilia pops out from the ceiling] HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [YUU]! Kheehee, a good reaction, indeed. Birthdays should all be about surprises. It seems like my little tactic was a big hit. I've got a present and some cake waiting for you, too. Basically, the plan was to treat you after giving you a little shock like that.

OTHERS

Grim

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]! C'mon, hurry and get ready to go! As the boss of the Gastronomy Club, I made you some real good food! I threw in a ton of leaves and roots, too! You're a real lucky hench-human, huh! Myahaha!

Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Rollo and Fellow do not have new lines. Theirs are repeated from last year’s.

Crowley

Ta-daaa! What do you suppose this could be? That’s correct, it’s an exchange coupon for use at the Mystery Shop! You have been a consistent helping hand, so… This is a special gift for you. Happy Birthday. Incidentally, that is only worth 500 madol (5 Thaumarks). It cannot be exchanged for something pricier than that. Please don’t hold it against me.

Crewel

It seemed rather rowdy in here, but now I see it was just you, pup. Are you excited simply because its your birthday? I see, well, in that case, I have a special present just for you. As for what it is… It is a special alchemy homework assignment. You should be happy; you’ll be able to improve your skills even further with this, don’t you think? Haha, Happy Birthday.

Trein

I hear it is your birthday today. Do continue to put forth your best effort in your studies as a student of academia. Allow me to gift you with some words of wisdom instead of a present, as someone who has been on this mortal coil slightly longer than yourself. Merely aging another year does not a mature person make. However, time spent on fruitful endeavors will always be of benefit to your growth.

Rollo

Whatever is the matter, [Yuu]-kun? There is a strange glimmer in your eyes… …Ah, I see. Today is your birthday. A present? Hmph. I hardly think that it should be something you request of others… But no matter. Indeed, birthdays should be treasured. However, what would be an acceptable gift…? I am afraid I’m rather unaccustomed to this. I would hope I do not disappoint you with a poor gift choice.

Fellow (EN: Ernesto)

Oh, my, hello there, my learned scholar! I’ve been searching, and finally, I’ve found you! I was fervently hoping to wish you well for your birthday. Here, your present. ...As fellows lacking in magical abilities, we should get along together, don'tcha think? Happy Birthday! Fwahaha!

Requested by @butterflyremix.

[pathologicalreid]

card trick | s.r.

in which you broach a subject with Spencer that you're sure will be a dealbreaker - you don't want kids

margovember

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: flangst content warnings: child-free by choice, magic tricks, selfishness (like. reader thinks she's selfish), chemist!reader word count: 1.08k a/n: this was lowkey hard to write because i do in fact want kids myself and i'm such a dad!spencer truther. but there was some fun within the challenge!!! ily <3

“Do you want to talk about it?” Spencer asked, watching as you braced yourself against the wall and kicked off your shoes, nudging them in the hallway until they were in place.

You hummed in response, “About what?” You inquired casually, proceeding to hand your coat on the rack and pull the sleeves of your sweater down. Avoiding his gaze, you bulldozed through to the kitchen, searching through the cabinets for an appropriate mug to make tea in.

He followed you to the kitchen, grabbing a mug and holding it out for you to take. You didn’t live here, but you knew your way around so well that someone might’ve gotten that idea. “Whatever it is that made you get so quiet tonight,” Spencer prodded, leaning over the kitchen counter and propping himself up.

Filtering through his tea collection, you faltered for a moment before continuing, picking a chamomile tea bag and flicking on the electric kettle. The two of you had just gotten back from dinner at Rossi’s, your second one since you and Spencer had started dating, where you watched Spencer spend hours doing magic tricks with Henry and Jack. You shook your head, watching the water in the kettle as it began to boil.

“Are you feeling alright?” Spencer asked, wondering if you had a physical ailment that was causing you to shut down. He had picked you up straight from work, maybe you were just exhausted.

This time you nodded, opening the wrapper for the tea bag and tossing the foil in the bin, “Yeah, long day,” you admitted, “Did you want tea?”

Spencer was quiet for a moment, watching as you instinctively grabbed another mug and prepared a cup of tea for him as well. It was starting to get chilly outside, so a warm tea was likely to have healing properties, “Have I done something?”

Now, you ignored his question, grabbing the mugs and bringing them over to the coffee table. You sat on the couch, nestling yourself into the corner and pulling a knit blanket over your lap. In your periphery, you watched him sit on the opposite side of the couch, and it was beyond your control when you finally spoke up, “Do you want kids?”

“I’ve never really given it much thought,” he responded, and you nearly flinched at his answer, convinced he was lying to save your feelings.

You shifted on the couch, staring down into the murkiness of your tea, “What does that mean?”

He pressed his lips in a thin white line for a moment as if he were considering his options, “I’ve never really been in a relationship where that was a discussion to have, so I’ve never done an in-depth evaluation of whether or not I want kids of my own.” He set his mug down on the coffee table and turned to you, “But I take it you have.”

Slowly, you nodded, skimming the handle of your mug with the pad of your thumb, “I don’t want kids,” you whispered, closing your eyes as soon as the words were out there.

Spencer was quiet, and you were afraid that the finality in your voice would be the reason you lost him forever. No more BAU family dinners at Rossi’s. No more phone calls seeking help on a case. No more whispering nonsensical science puns to each other in the middle of the night when you should be asleep. You were surprised when he answered, “That’s okay with me.”

You lifted your head, craning your neck to the side so you could determine whether or not he was messing with you. Instead, earnest brown eyes stared back at you, “It is?”

He shrugged lightly, “Admittedly, I’m not too fond of the idea of choosing between a family and the BAU. I’ve seen enough wedges driven and bridges burned to know that that’s not something I want to experience first-hand.”

“It’s just never felt like the right thing for me,” you elaborated on your own feelings, still not convinced of his. “Sometimes I… I think I’m too selfish to be a mother,” you confessed, setting your mug down and pulling your knees to your chest. “I see people around me and the things they sacrifice for their children, and I don’t think that could ever be something I do, Spence. It’s not in the cards for me.”

Cocking his head at you, Spencer studied you for a moment, “If you don’t want to be a mother, then you don’t have to.”

Your eyes burned fiercely at his words, so shocked by his response to what had sent previous boyfriends running for the hills. “I think maybe you should take some time to think about this because you said you never have before,” you advised him cautiously, setting your chin on your knee.

He shook his head dismissively, “I don’t need to think about it. If it’s a choice between you and some hypothetical children, then it’s really no choice at all.”

Closing your eyes, you let tears fall freely down your cheeks, “I just don’t want you to wake up someday and resent me for not giving you children. I don’t want you to roll over in bed and think about how I’ve somehow failed you.”

It was that statement that prompted Spencer to reach out to you, he tenderly looped an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I could never resent you for making a decision about yourself like that, do you understand?”

“You’re just so good with them,” you bemoaned, recalling the flashing images of Spencer doing card tricks for the kids and refusing to reveal his secrets to them.

Spencer smiled softly at you, “It’s easy when you don’t actually have to do the raising of the children. I’m more than comfortable with my title of godfather and uncle.”

“But what if you need more?” You asked desperately, still horrified by your hypothetical day where Spencer wakes up with hate in his heart.

His other arm looped around you, pulling you closer to him, “Trust me when I say this: you are more than enough for me.” He squeezed you gently, “I can be good with kids and be perfectly content with never having any of my own. Those two things can coexist.”

Nodding absentmindedly, you leaned your head onto his shoulder, “Thank you,” you breathed, silent tears still streaming down your cheeks only to be swept away by your boyfriend’s deft fingers.

[blushsturns]

can you do a fic where reader plays the “not saying i love you back” trend on matt but she doesn’t give up easily and “leaves” without saying it. when she comes back in 10 mins later he’s crying so she reassures him

love your work btw xx

title: love you back

word count: 1314

“Okay baby, I’m gonna hop in the shower.” You say to your boyfriend, Matt as you stare down at him laying on the bed with his phone in his hands.

He pulls his gaze away from his phone and sets it down next to him on the bed immediately, looking up at you with a widening grin. “I hope your shower is good, sweetheart. I love you.”

Due to the stress you’ve been enduring due to all of the schoolwork thrown on you, you had procrastinated earlier and were watching videos on an endless loop that lasted longer than it should have. One of the videos that you happened to watch was a prank video of a couple where the girlfriend doesn’t say I love you back to her significant other and it leaves him utterly confused and taken aback since it wasn’t something he was used to. You wondered how Matt would respond in this type of situation, especially since Matt always expressed his feelings and told you  he loved you any and every chance he could get. 

Even though you weren’t sure how he would react, you decided to mess with him anyway.  “Thank you, I’ll be out soon!”  Was all you said back to him, the same smile staying present on your lips. 

Matt looked back up at you, his eyebrow raising up at you curiously before he furrowed it in confusion. He immediately noticed you didn’t say it back and waited a couple seconds before replying back to you. “I said I love you.” 

You could tell that he was confused and taken aback by the fact that you hadn’t said I love you back to him. You felt bad messing with him, but it was all in good fun and you didn’t ever mean to cause any harm or to upset him in any way. “I said I’ll be out soon, baby.” You tried to keep a straight face, but you could tell that Matt was getting confused and his cheeks reddened, signaling he was getting rather flustered and wasn’t sure what to say.

He opened up his mouth to speak, but no words came out and instead pressed his lips together in a firm line. He placed his phone on the nightstand next to your shared bed, his back resting against the pillows behind him. “I said I love you.” He spoke again, sadness filling his voice.

You leaned forward to press a soft and gentle kiss to his forehead, your eyes closing for a moment as you whispered softly, “I’ll be out soon.” 

You felt bad and couldn’t even look at him again when you turned your back to walk into the bathroom and closed the door. In the videos you’ve seen of this kind of thing happening, the guy usually gets really confused and sad and wonders why she isn’t saying it back. You thought it was kind of silly, but thought it would be interesting to see Matt’s reaction and if he noticed you wouldn’t be saying it back. He noticed almost immediately, considering it was very unlike you to not say it back.

Your chest ached just by thinking of him laying there in bed, feeling confused and saddened by the fact that you hadn’t told him you loved him. You weren’t sure how long you were in the bathroom as you got your things ready to take your shower. You placed your palms on the sink and stared at yourself in the mirror, blowing a raspberry between your lips as you took in a deep breath. You couldn’t leave Matt out there feeling like this. It wasn’t intentional, and you didn’t want to upset him in any way at all.

You made your way out of the bathroom and back into your shared bedroom with Matt. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands covered his face, his elbows propped up on his knees. The sight made you heart break into a million pieces.

“Baby..” A soft, devastating sigh left your lips as you immediately walked over to him and wiggled your way in between his thighs. You grabbed his hands from his face and placed them in yours, intertwining your fingers together. You looked down at him to notice his eyes were red and his cheeks were slightly blotchy. The sight made you want to cry. You didn’t mean to make him cry, or upset him in any way. 

He bit down onto his bottom lip, squeezing your hands in his, a shaky sigh leaving his lips. “I started to worry a bit and let my emotions get the best of me. I’m sorry.” 

Seeing him like this wasn’t something you ever wanted, and you didn’t like it at all. You shook your head at his apology, using one of your hands to place your index finger underneath his chin so that your eyes can stay locked in a serious, deep gaze. “You don’t have to apologize. Baby, it was just a joke. I saw a video on TikTok of a couple doing this and I thought it would be funny, but it wasn’t and I don’t want you to be upset or think it was your fault at all.” 

His lips formed into a pout as he looked up at you, moving his hands away from yours only to place onto your waist and giving your hips a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I just kind of panicked thinking maybe you didn’t love me anymore.”

You immediately shook your head at his words, moving your arms to wrap around his shoulders and your fingers traveling up into his tousled hair while gently rubbing your fingers through it. He always loved when you did this, it relaxed him almost immediately. He let out a content sigh at the feeling, his body relaxing. “Trust me, that would never happen. I love you more every single day and my feelings are not going to fade at all. I’m so sorry, baby.” You pouted as you looked down at him with apologetic eyes, your facial features softening the more you stared at him and the adoration in his gaze.

His hands traveled underneath your shirt, running his fingertips across your bare skin and sending a shiver down your spine at the feeling of his fingers against your smooth skin. He moved his thumbs to rub against your hip bones, a soft hum emitting from your lips. His lips curved up into a slight smirk, his eyes brightening every second as he pulled you closer to his chest. “Think you can make it up to me, sweetheart?”

You raised an eyebrow at him curiously, a soft giggle emitting from your lips as you looked down at him, your fingers continuing to run throughout his messy locks. “Hm, how can I do that, baby?”

“I think you know. Let’s just say the only things I want to hear you say when I’m done with you is how much you love me and how good I made you feel.” 

Matt’s words sent a shiver down your spine, his fingers moving away from underneath your shirt and towards your ass as he squeezes it though the fabric of your shorts and pulling you even impossibly closer to him as you stay wedged between his thighs.

“I’m yours, baby. You can do whatever you want to me.” You spoke with an innocent tone, your cheeks turning a bright shade of red, another shudder running down your spine at the feeling of his hands against you. 

He flashed you a small smirk, licking over his lips as he hands continued to squeeze your ass cheeks, his hands kneading it fully and causing a soft moan to fall from your already desperate lips. 

“Lay down on the bed for me, sweetheart. It’s going to be a long night.”

notes:

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Longing from the Office - Harumasa x Reader

Summary: Section 6 play wingman for a struggling harumasa Warnings: So much sighing and sitting in chairs, probable abuse of as, maybe ooc, errors Word Count: 2.1k Notes: I'm trying to improve my writing guys so sorry if its bad but also not sorry. Drop a request or don't.. its fine...

Harumasa's longing for you manifested in many ways. Some of which were more embarrassing than he liked to admit. You hardly seemed to notice though, even if he was practically attached to your hip like a puppy.

"I'm going on my lunch now, Tsukishiro." You call out, pushing your chair out and putting on the coat hanging off the back. Despite not even scratching the surface of your work, your eyes are already stained, and you feel the throb of a headache coming on. A break is definitely in order.

"Alright—" She was swiftly cut off by a voice chiming in.

"Yeah, we'll be going on break now, Tsukishiro!" Her eyebrows raise at the man, who was, just moments ago, sleeping.

"Oh? I hope you realize your nap has been cutting into your break time." Her face was serious, but on the inside, she almost wanted to laugh at how obvious he was being. It's something she noticed for a while now, how he glances at you from time to time when you are doing paperwork, completely unaware. The way he perks up when he hears your name in conversation.

"I was just resting my eyes." 

"So you admit you were taking a break?" 

He scratches the back of his neck. "Aha… no?"

She sighs, pinching the space between her brows, "If you're going to take a break now, all of your paperwork better be turned in by the end of the day."

"Whoa, really? Thanks, Tsukishiro! You won't regret this!"

She totally would, but she would regret it more if she didn't allow him to go. Watching him make a fool of himself while you were blind was torture. She'd rather lose a few hours of sleep completing his paperwork than watch another moment.

"Ah, Asaba, we're going on break at the same time? What a funny coincidence."

She physically facepalms, causing both your heads to snap her way. "Ahem… my apologies, there was a… bug. Don't mind me."

"Yeah, pretty crazy. I mean, what are the chances, right?" 

"It's almost like it was fate…" His heart practically skips a beat when you look at him and let out a giggle. "Well, just a silly thought! I'll be going now. Have fun on your break!"

He could only get out the start of his sentence before you promptly turned away, rushing towards the exit. Once you are gone, he lets out the loudest whine of his life. His upbeat posture deflates as he stares at the exit, jaw open. He only closes it when he hears the click of heels walking towards him.

"That was rather painful to watch." Yanagi places an awkward hand on his shoulder as some sort of means to comfort him.

"If you cringed by just watching it, imagine how I feel. I mean, seriously! How much more obvious do I have to get?"

Normally, Yanagi would not concern herself with her colleagues' personal lives, but the sight of his obvious pining and your obliviousness was giving her early wrinkles. "I find myself wondering the same thing." 

Harumasa groans, running his hand down his face in frustration. He turns to Yanagi, places both of his hands on her shoulders, and shakes her lightly. "You see it too? C'mon, you gotta help me!"

She squints her eyes, looking at him, and Harumasa shakes her more, letting out a crybaby 'Pleaseee.' She had already planned on helping him. Otherwise, she would not have walked up to him, but she can't lie; it was sort of fun seeing him fumble so much. Perhaps you were rubbing off on her.

"First of all, stop shaking me." He drops his hand faster than she's ever seen him move when overtime is on the line. "I'll help you—"

"Thank you, Tsukishiro! Seriously, you're the-"

"I wasn't finished," she clears her throat. "I'll help you, but you have to promise me a full week of your undivided attention. In other words, no slacking and no naps."

He deflates, letting out another loud groan. "I should have known it wouldn't be that easy…" His chair rolls backward as he slumps down, throwing his arm over his eyes. "It's hopeless… I'm going to die all alone."

She rolls her eyes. "Fine, you're lucky I'm feeling generous I'll cut it to three workdays."

He immediately brightens up, his posture straight, and he bats his eyelashes at Yanagi. "Really? You'd do that for little old me?"

"No. I'm doing it for Soukaku. She also wonders when you would finally confess."

"Oh… well, what's the plan?"

She immediately zeroes in. Harumasa follows suit, with a serious look on their face. Yanagi slams a piece of paper on his desk.

"Here's what I was thinking."

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When you return from lunch, you are greeted with an unusually focused Harumasa and no Yanagi in sight. You sigh as you walk towards your desk; the piles of papers seem never-ending. Unfortunately, the only way out is through.

A few minutes into the first page, you hear Harumasa let out a loud sigh. "This is sooo hard." He whines. You look up at him to see him already staring at you. "You gotta help me with this! I just can't seem to remember!"

"What do you need help with?"

"I cannot, for the life of me, remember what… time! Our last hollow investigation began.."

"It began at-"

"No! I mean, can you write it for me?" he coughs out. "I suddenly feel really sick." 

"I suppose if you are not feeling well… bring it here."

He scoots out of his chair, walking slowly with an exaggerated stagger. "Ah, I feel really dizzy. Can I rest on your shoulder?" He doesn't wait for an answer, rolling the chair from the empty desk next to you.

Your eyes widen. "Dizzy? Should I call in the doctor?" He places his hand on top of yours, stopping you from picking up your phone.

"No, no, I'll be fine." His head hesitantly creeps down, teetering on whether he should commit or not. Ultimately, he does. "I just need a moment."

"Oh…" A quick blush rose to your face as you grabbed the paper, which was… blank.

"Asaba, you—" 

You turn to look at him, expecting to be met with the view of his hair. Instead, you are greeted by his face, which is inches apart from yours.

"Yes?"

"You must be super sick! You gave me the wrong paper!" You fuss, pressing a hand to his forehead. "I'll inform Tsukishiro!"

"No, there's no need," he sighed. "I'm feeling better now." He gets up, walking back to his desk, head hanging low.

"Asaba…" you call out, tone a bit more serious. He turns around to face you, a hopeful look in his eyes. "You forgot your paper." 

"Right."

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"That didn't work?" Yanagi asked, her eyes wide.

"No! They just wanted to call you!"

"Hm… Well, they seemed worried; that's a start."

"I guess.." He slumps.

"Perhaps you should take a more direct approach. How about asking them on a date?"

"I practically did yesterday! Sharing a break with someone is a sacred thing, y'know!"

Suddenly, a cheerful voice chimes in, a bit muffled from a full mouth. "Why don't you give them candy!"

He looked at the Soukaku and then at Yanagi, who was deep in thought, muttering under her breath.  "Yes, that could work." Yanagi finally says, pushing up her glasses. "Why don't you give them a gift?"

"That's perfect! You guys are so smart; what would I do without you?" 

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The following day, you are greeted with a bundle of violets on your desk. It was certainly a strange gift. There was no note, just the flowers wrapped in heart-shaped plastic. You look around the room, noticing it was empty.

Maybe a fan left these? It wouldn't be surprising, considering they sometimes stand outside the building waiting to catch a glimpse of Section 6, but if it was from a fan, how could you know if it was for you? They definitely would not know which desk belongs to whom unless they were in the building. 

You shiver, throwing the flowers in a nearby bin. Then you grab your phone and call Yanagi. Not today, stalker.

What you didn't know is that Harumasa was watching in the nearby printer room. A card in his hands.

-----

"And then they threw them away! Right in front of me!"

"Hm, that is troubling…"

"I'm beginning to think they just don't like me."

"Cheer up, Harumasa!" Soukaku smiles, hugging him. Yanagi stood in front of the desk, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't know what to do anymore." He exhales, standing up.

"Have you tried telling them directly?" Everyone snaps their heads to the source of the voice and is met with a pair of dark ears.

Harumasa's head drops back down, defeated. Walking to the door in an exaggerated slowness.. "Nah, I think this is it. I can take a hint."

-----

"Asaba likes you." You sputter on the water you had been drinking, causing your shirt to get wet.

"Miyabi!" You nervously laugh, drying your shirt with napkins from a nearby table. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Asaba likes you."

"Oh! Well, I like him too." Walking back towards your desk, you smile. . "Speaking of which, where is he? I haven't seen him or the others at all today." 

"No. Asaba likes you as more than a friend." She stops right in front of your chair, and you have to look up at her for the first time.

"Me too! He's pretty much my best friend!" Turning away from her, you gather a few papers left on your desk. "Miyabi, I have to go run these to another department. If the others come back, let them know that's why."

Miyabi watches as you walk by, letting out a sigh of her own. She know knows why Yanagi and Harumasa had been sighing at you these past three days. This was more difficult than she expected. Usually, a simple approach does the trick; less is more, after all.

"Well, that's it. I'm officially done." The other three members walk out from around the corner, a crushing look on their faces. He falls back on his chair and Miyabi is surprised it hasn't collapsed by how many times he has done that. "I'm sorry, Tsukishiro, but I'm gonna have to break our deal to sleep my sorrows away."

Soukaku speaks in a tearful tone. "Harumasa…" 

"It's okay, Soukaku.. Sometimes things just don't work out how we want them to."

She grips his hand and jumps up with determination. "No! You can't—" She pauses, tears welling in her eyes.

"Miyabi, have you seen the other pa-" You stopped in your tracks. Everyone was surrounding Harumasa's desk, sullen looks on their faces. 

"You can't give up your crush on—" She manages to get your name out before a hand on her mouth silences her.

All four of the members stare at you with shocked expressions. No one dares to speak up or move, too worried they might scare you off.

You stumble over your own tongue, a deep blush rising to your face. "Asaba has a crush on me?" and before Harumasa has the chance to ruin things for himself, the three other members speak up.

"Yes!" Their tone was almost annoyed. After all these attempts this is what it took? They aren't one to smoke but they'd be lying if they said they didn't need a cigarette right about now.

"Harumasa, is this true?"

He lets out a deep breath, "It is." Alright, here it comes; he's going to be rejected and—

"I like you too!" 

"WHAT?" You had to be kidding him. This whole time, he was trying to get your attention with gifts and outrageous gestures, and all it took was for you to overhear a conversation? He's pretty sure you just triggered a heart attack. Maybe he should retire, yeah.. that's what he'll do

"I like you too, Harumasa. I have for a while now."

"No way! You turned down all my advances!"

"You didn't make any advances?"

"Yes, I did!"

"No?"

"Yes? Remember that time I asked to go on break after you did?"

"I thought that was just a coincidence."

"What about the flowers?"

"You didn't leave me any flowers."

"I left violets on your desk, and you just threw them away!"

"I thought they were from one of those creepy fans."

"Miyabi literally told you how I felt!"

"How was I supposed to know she meant it romantically?"

Harumasa resisted the urge to tackle you. You were seriously spiking his blood pressure with your absurd reasoning. How could someone be so incredibly smart and dumb at the same time? He's not sure the gods could even answer that.

"You're so lucky you're you. I'd be running for the hills if it was anyone else."

"Does that mean you guys are dating now?" Soukaku asks, not a single thought behind her eyes.

You look at Harumasa, and for the first time, he knows what he must do. "Let's try this again. I have liked you forever, and now I know you do, so… can we date? Pretty please?" He asks that question with such enthusiasm that you're sure if he had a tail it would be wagging

"Of course, silly! All you had to do was ask!" Something clicks in Harumasa once he hears you say that.

Oh. You sly dog. You knew this whole time, didn't you?

[fictionalmenxyn]

᯾𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬᯾

Pairing: dad!husband!rafe x mom!wife!reader

Pt.2 of honey, I’m home (as requested!)

Warnings: language, mentions of period and pregnancy

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It’s been a couple weeks since Rafe had gotten home from his business trip for Cameron Development. Life has been amazing… up until the week that was supposed to be your period.

You are now five days late… this wasn’t like you. Even Rafe knew you had a regular period. He had the app for you, so he knew when to give you even more attention and loving. Which he does, this time only more.

You were currently over TannyHill. The kids wanted to go see their Aunt Sarah. So that’s exactly what you were up to now. You had bought pregnancy tests earlier that morning. Planning on doing them soon, just to be sure.

You and Rafe always wanted a big family. I mean, you can from one. And Rafe loved your family dearly, loving how they were practically like his siblings… even if it’s just through marriage. He loved them like his own.

You told Sarah, “hey, I’m gonna head to the bathroom, can you keep an eye on these?” Gesturing to the boys who were playing trucks in the grass of the backyard. She smiled and nodded “of course, you go do what you need to.”

You walked back into the house, going over to your bag. You pulled out the box and put them into your pocket.

After sometime, waiting for the sticks to work. You held up the first one. You took a deep breath. Oh. My. God… you’re pregnant… really?? Or is it just the first stick… you go to check the other one.. oh, this also says the same…

Oh my god…

You’re pregnant… actually pregnant… again!

You head back to the backyard, Sarah asked “everything, okay? You took a while…” Sarah joked “didn’t get lost did you?” Knowing full well that you knew TannyHill like the back of your hand.

You smiled softly “no… but this…” you handed her the pregnancy test.

This felt normal for you. Sarah was the first to know since she’d always go to the drug store with you to buy them. Also cause she was like a sister to you. Sis you don’t have sisters. Just brothers.

She gasped “no way?! Really!!” You nodded “but don’t go telling anyone outside of the family… it’s only been a week since I’ve been late of my period, okay?” She nodded.

Later that day, Ward and Rose knew. Rose knew because she just had that ‘feeling’ and Ward walked in when Rose gasped lot of excitement. Thinking something was wrong he went to go check, that’s when he was told.

It was now evening, Rafe would be coming home from Golf soon. You sat on the couch. The boys playing on the rug with their toys as you watch the tv.

You heard the door open and your favourite voice “hey baby?! You here?!” You called out “living room!”

You could hear him put his golf clubs bag down in the foyer. Then his footsteps getting closer.

He sat on the couch next to you. Spreading his legs comfortably, and purposefully touching his knee with yours. As he’s always done since you both had been together. After he fussed the three boys. He rested his arms on the backs of the couches. His index finger tracing patterns into your shoulder.

“So? How’ve you been all day? You had fun with the kids up TannyHill?” You smiled softly and nodded. Taking another bite of a grape before holding the bowl out to him. Silently offering. He smirked “only if you feed me one.” You playfully roll your eyes.

As you fed Rafe one grape. Cody called out “me! Me!” Rafe smirked “think someone else wants to be fed a grape, sweetheart…” you hold one out for Cody… then Morgan… Toby was still too young to eat a big grape. So you fed him a snack puff.

You put Morgan on your lap, as he wanted some cuddles from you. You reached into your pocket and placed the pregnancy test on his lap. Like it was the most casual thing ever. You thought of different was each time to surprise him. But the casualness of it would be more surprising.

He lifted it up and saw the two lines. “No way… seriously?!” You held your hand to your face. Trying not to cry, like every other time. His smile grew as he saw you nod.

Rafe spoke loudly “Babe! Now way!? Are you fucking kidding me?!” You spoke playfully yet sternly “Rafe! Language!” He nodded “oh yeah, my bad…” he took Morgan off of your lap. Which Morgan pouted at. Rafe told Morgan “you’ll get her back, let daddy give momma some love, buddy.”

Rafe pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled you into a soft yet passionate kiss. When he pulled away, Rafe spoke “god, you’re just the best, love, god, I love you so much…” you replied “I love you too…”

Morgan sensed the happiness after watching you two kiss. He called his fists and lifted his arms and yelled “Yay! Momma!” You and Rafe both laugh.

Rafe told Morgan “Yes, bud! Yay momma!” Cody and Toby come over. Rafe held both of your wrists and moved your arms up and down as he playfully chanted “momma! Momma! Momma!”

The boys, practically being carbon copies of him, soon joined in. All four of your boys started chanting “momma! Momma! Momma!”

After tha chanting died down, Rafe smirked “you better give me a girl this time, baby…” you laughed “I’ll try my best…” he smirked “good…” he gave you another kiss. God, you were his woman, his wife, mother of his children… his world

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[bunnylove1]

-ˏˋ. Crowe headcanons ˊˎ-

✎ᝰ. : I Do not own this character! These headcanons are just for fun and may not be what the creator headcanons for there character! Please keep that in mind ! ✎ᝰ. : warnings! 18+ content ! The kid at the back is an 18+ game so is my account if you are underage please leave. This writing contains, smutty acts, fluff, Crowe being a gentleman, Drinking, and more! Not proof read!! You have been warned.

→ : Crowe is that person too hold the door till everyone gets out. Like a big group of people are leaving the restaurant the same time he his, he’ll just hold the door for them until their all out.

→ : I feel like Crowe is more of a tea drinker than coffee drinker. He just looks like it *cough* Victorian vibes *cough*

→ : crowes jealousy level really depends on how close they are and what mood he’s in. Like a guy he doesn’t know touches your waist and flirts with you. He’ll roll his eyes and stare, he’ll come over and interrupt the guy with a simple line like “we should get top class” or “the group is waiting for you”

→ : I like to canon that this man loves his hair played with. Especially if it’s from you. Hell let you put his hair in braids or into buns and cool hairstyles as long as you play with it.

→ : Crowe is one that yearns for deep conversation but also quite times were you can just sit in silence and it not be awkward; I feel like he finds that just as important as talking to one another

→ : he’ll let you lay in his lap while he reads or does his work, he’ll play with your hair at times and rub your arm or back at times too

→ : he’s good on PDA but not like heavy. Like soft PDA? Like for example: holding your hand when you walk too class, rubbing your back while you studied or worked, and letting you hold his arm when your standing with the group. Something gentle like. He’ll definitely kiss your cheek at times too

→ : I feel like this man leaves hickeys and bite marks on noticeable but hide able places. Like if you want too cover them up you can but he’s not stopping you from leaving them in the open.

→ : I know this man is at least a little freaky. Like I like too think he makes you look at him and hold eye contact while he eats you out, or he restrains your arms or takes away your ability too see with a blindfold.

→ : I don’t think he likes heavy hair pulling. But like tugs too pull your head too his eye level or too get a better view of your neck better.

→ : he doesn’t like too gag you unless you ask, I like too imagine he likes you too be noisy and too hear your pleas

→ : he’s more of a cat person than dog person just a thought

→ : I don’t feel like he wants kids. But if his partner wants them he’ll think about it

→ : randomly buys you flowers. And their all your favourite flowers in the bouquets he buys you

→ : this man has a sharp memory like. You tell him you hate loud crowds, he’ll ask the group too hang out in the garden instead of the cafeteria or you say you love a book and there he is has it with him the next day for you

→ : definitely indulges himself into something his partner likes. Like certain movies or shows, books and even learns about plants if their your hobbie

→ : I don’t see this man drinking. But If it’s like Brittany’s birthday or Deryls and there’s alcoholic Beverages there he’ll have like one or two nothing more cause he wants too be the one too help people get home

→ : I know this man has a cum kink. Like I like too imagine he gets hard just thinking about you having his cum on your stomach or face. Just a thought

→ : I don’t feel like if you wore something revealing he wouldn't get flustered but he would ask you if your uncomfortable and want his vest or a jacket

→ : likes seeing you wear purple idk simple but still

→ : with the purple thing, he leaves hickeys that are DEEP purple like I said likes you in purple 🤭.

→ : if someone asked how you got the hickeys, he’ll leave the answer too you, he doesn’t mind if you say him actually he WANTS you too say him. But he doesn’t mind if you hide it. Cause he goes at your pace

→ : now Crowe has patience and it takes a while for his patience too run out. But if something’s taking forever or if he keeps getting spoken too and they won’t shut up and he’s aggravated cause he has plans he’ll definitely lose it but he won’t show it. He hides it but his eye twitches or he’ll speak under his breath. But not too their face. Unless they deserve it

→ : his favourite cuddling position is him laying on your chest or the other way around. Or the one were your both facing each other.

→ : I feel like his favourite sex position is basic but missionary like. Like I said he likes you keeping your eyes on him.

→ : likes going on picnic dates. He likes being outside in good weather. It doesn’t matter if it’s night time or day time too him.

→ : Crowe needs a partner that’s love languages too give is words of affirmation, He needs too be praised and spoken too like he’s special. And I also feel like acts of service, man does everything for others and forgets himself sometimes (most the time) and needs a partner that can help him or do something for him that he forgets too do for himself.

→ : I feel like a massive pet peeve for him is when people interrupt him. Or talk over him.

→ : would try and win you all the stuffed animals you want at carnivals

→ : I think he’s an experimentalist, he’ll try anything once. But he knows what he doesn’t like.

→ : this man PRAISES FOR DAYS. I don’t think he can degrade you, I mean if you ask he would but come on he loves to praise you

✎ᝰ : sorry if there’s errors or if it’s not long enough for yall. I haven’t written anything in so long. And this was a treat. Thank you for reading this pumpkins !

✎ᝰ : and please don’t come at me with “ermm actually 🤓👆” these headcanons are for fun and like I said I don’t own the character the character belongs too @/fantasia-kitt

[koalaflower]

Hello, I really love your characterization of Kaiser and your writing style! 💘 If requests open I want you to write what is the red flags of Kaiser, Hiori, Ness and Karasu about their red/green flags, thanks for your work❤️

blue lock headcanons ! ⋆｡°✩

includes. michael kaiser, alexis ness, yo hiori, tabito karasu.

a/n. this req was so fun to write !! referenced the egoist bible for this and... ego PLEASE send these boys to therapy. i'm also assuming you meant general behaviors, but i added some relationship hcs too. keep in mind, they're still just teenage boys, and most of the "red flags" are completely normal. i tried to make these as nuanced as i could bc it's unfair to categorize them as either healthy or unhealthy :)

word count. 2.3k

michael kaiser ⋆｡°✩

he’d spoil you rotten. didn’t have the luxury of growing up in a good environment, so he’ll make sure to provide it for you.

financially generous. donates to charities and organizations w/o boasting about it online. it's mostly to domestic abuse cases, animal shelters, or foster homes. causes he can identify with

def has a soft spot for children without wanting any of his own. he's afraid of turning out like his own abusive father. he'll play with them from a distance but that's all it ever is—a fleeting thought.

passionate & ambitious. he has a strong work ethic. dedicating all his time to his career keeps him distracted and gives him a sense of purpose.

painfully self-aware. he knows he's a fucked up shriveled-up piece of shit. but accepting who he is and trying to fix himself are two different things. he'll just keep covering up the bad parts with something distant. normal.

takes good care of his hygiene. now that he's out of poverty, best believe he's soaking himself in bath oils every night. skincare, hair masks, luxurious silk bath robes... i just KNOW this man smells heavenly.

kind with animals, especially strays. they remind him a little of himself, and they love you unconditionally, unlike people.

if you manage to break down his walls, he’ll never let you go. you’re always in his line of sight. he knows you won’t leave him, but he can’t be too sure, can he?

respects your privacy. if you need space, he’ll give you it. surprisingly understanding when it comes to alone time bc he values it too. if you respect his privacy, he’ll give you the same respect.

poor baby just wants to be loved. he craves a love that's domestic, unconditional, and all-consuming. tender kisses, dates to nowhere particular, your toothbrush in his cup, jacket on his chair. It unsettles him, but he keeps making excuses to keep you around longer. kaiser doesn't want a relationship built on lust, he wants to connect. and if you stick around long enough, maybe, just maybe, he'll show you his darkest parts.

🚩 assuming he DOESNT get therapy.

he's into psychology, so his first instinct when he meets someone new would be to analyze them. stance, personality, even the subtle shift of their gaze—it's more than a mere gesture to him, which makes it incredibly hard for him to trust. if he senses someone close to him growing distant, he'll sever ties first. It's a defense mechanism :(

brushes off sentiment. he doesn't want gifts and gentle touches scare him. believes kindness always comes with a motive.

takes his anger out on others. very rarely would his verbal assault escalate into physical abuse. he'd try his best to restrain himself—digging his nails into his palms, scratching his arms, isolating himself. but he's only human, and humans slip. in the case he does slip, you'll find him glaring at himself in the mirror or with his hands around his throat on the bathroom floor. he sees his father in his reflection, and it's daunting.

honestly, dating him would be like mothering him. he didn’t have a significant female figure in his life, so loving him would be cleaning up after him, cooking, etc. he'd start to expect it and depend on you for emotional support.

pulls you close and then pushes you away. def has a disorganized or anxious-avoidant attachment style. you’ll wonder if he loves or hates you on some days.

your relationship would be overglorified or picked apart online. it’s messy. vile. you'd get vicious dms and hate mail from his fan girls on the daily. he’d brush it off, call it the price of fame unless it really upsets you, but you should’ve known what you were getting into.

starts arguments over little things just for the sake of it. it's not his fault people can be so irritating sometimes, and that agitated look on your face is so satisfying.

"you're lucky, schatzi. i'm the only one that can handle you."

he doesn’t get possessive much, but he does get insecure if the threat is someone on the same level as him—a teammate or global celebrity. acts like he’s superior but he’s filled with doubts. would rather choke himself than admit it tho.

temperamental. he changes moods in the blink of an eye. you'll never know if he’ll be good or bad today. it's like waking up to a game of roulette.

dating him (as he is now) would be HELL. there WILL be tears. you’ll hate yourself, hate him, even. but then he’ll kiss you and tell you he loves and needs you, that he’s nothing without you, and you’ll be right back into his arms.

alexis ness ⋆｡°✩

can read people’s emotions like a book. it’s his greatest strength and weakness. your inner thoughts, true emotions, whether you’re uncomfortable or not, you don’t have to tell him any of it bc he can just tell.

values the little things in life & always sees the good in people. he believes in magic the way ppl believe in god, like it’ll salvage him and prove there’s more to life than the harsh environment he was raised in :(

remembers everything! likes, dislikes, anniversaries, it’s all committed to memory, no matter how inconsequential. what’s important to his loved ones is important to him. if he forgot even one thing, he’d beat himself up for not being more considerate.

incapable of lying unless it’d make the other person happy. he’s loyal to a fault (kaiser’s dog).

in relationships, he'd text hourly, just to check in. brief i miss you's and how are you's every minute you're away. ness needs constant reassurance, and unless you tell him he’s being too overbearing, he’ll continue to hover.

def a pda guy only if his partner enjoys it too. hand holding, kissing, showing you off in public, god he’d be whipped.

treats the ppl he cares for like royalty. when he’s in love, he'll devoted his entire life to his partner. there's already a space carved out for you in his mind and soul.

he’s reliable!! adapts easily and adjusts to new situations both on and off the field.

would post you online all the time. he dgaf about soft or hard launches, you’re in all of his posts, whether it’s just a hand or full face picture. his main is probably a fan account.

would tell you when he won’t be able to reply early on. never leaves you second guessing.

genuinely wants everyone to be happy. most of what he does is for the sake of others. would do any favor with a sweet smile like it’s his sworn duty in life.

his love is gentle and tender. he’d hold you close when you have nightmares, press kisses onto your temple, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear when you cry. you don’t have to worry about him crossing boundaries bc he’ll always respect your limits, even when you haven't established any.

your personal barber!! (lwk irrelevant, i just had to add this bonus. he’s so cute)

makes little sacrifices w/o thinking. he’d offer you the last bite of food or give up his seat so you don’t have to stand. it’s like second nature to him.

🚩 his dynamic w/ kaiser needs to be studied.

jealous & insecure asf. in a relationship, he'd trust you, yes, but he doesn’t trust others. they could be seeing you in the same light he does and that makes his stomach churn. wouldn't confront you abt it in fear of annoying you. he’d just stand a bit closer, get a bit clingier, and wear a wider smile as he analyzes the “threat”.

def changes himself according to who he's talking to. little things like speech patterns and texting styles to bigger things like fashion sense and mannerisms. he wouldn't even notice it himself, he's just so used to pleasing.

so passive aggressive. no one knows what’s going on behind that tight lipped v-shaped smile. won’t communicate the issue, just brushes it off with a laugh until it blows over.

codependent and needy. he puts others on pedestals & self-destructs when they don’t reciprocate or acknowledge it. he doesn’t know how to receive love, only give :(

“you won’t leave me, right?”

thrives off external validation. he needs to be needed. feels he has no purpose in life if not given one. he'll spiral if he's abandoned by someone he deeply respects or loves.

yo hiori ⋆｡°✩

sees the big picture. he's not the type to spend time fixating on unnecessary things he can't change. if asked for advice or clarity, he'd be very rational and clear-headed.

kind-hearted and accepting of others bc he knows what it's like to feel trapped. craves understanding and freedom from others.

poor boy just wanted to make his parents happy

an acts of service guy. he’d refill your glass when it’s low or lend you his jacket when you shiver. all with a smile or sometimes even thoughtlessly. it’s second nature.

passionate abt things he cares for.

actually blue lock's nonchalant 6'2 dreadhead king.

extremely loyal. i can’t see this guy cheating unless it’s with a female grand theft auto npc. but also bc it’s already hard enough for him to let someone into his space. MULTIPLE people would drive him insane.

takes proper care of his skin and body (unless he’s gaming). he looks like he’d smell like baby powder.

femboy.

dependent. he’s reliable on and off the field.

🚩 do NOT be deceived by those innocent eyes.

his type is crippled girls… hello???

needs a LOT of alone time. like a lot a lot. it’s not personal, he just feels drained when he’s around other ppl. alone is the only time he can be himself without trying to appease others. so relationships / friendships with him would feel highly unpredictable.

hyper-independent!! enjoys being alone and can handle solitude. prob stems from overbearing / hover parents. a curse and a blessing.

he’s literally a stalker?? read his light novel.

hyperfixates on video games. not inherently a bad thing, but he’d be so locked in he forgets to eat or text anyone for days. not shaming anyone who hyperfixates (im the same way), it’d just be very severe. his coping mechanism when reality feels too real.

def the type to shout slurs and leak ip addresses in cod lobbies if he loses. no wonder he works so well with isagi.

terrible at communication. wouldn’t initiate any personal conversations unless prompted, even if he’s particularly annoyed or irked by smth.

the type to imagine his enemies as video game characters and kill them in-game.

would randomly disappear one night on a random tuesday and reply to your text normally 2 weeks later. no search party is finding this guy once he's out.

def a ghoster. especially when he’s overstimulated and wants alone time. wouldn’t tell anyone, just goes offline until he’s okay again.

everything abt this guy is a contradiction.

tabito karasu ⋆｡°✩

gonna be honest, idk his character that well. pls take this with a grain of salt. there might be some mischaracterization !!

a gentleman (according to the bllk bible). his family is mostly women, so he’s well mannered and raised to be chivalrous. the type to pull out chairs, open side doors, and naturally follow the sidewalk rule. you won’t have to worry about him taking advantage of you. he’s def guarding your drink like his life’s on the line.

fucking nerd. he'd casually reference obscure documentaries or drop random history / animal facts mid convo.

hella observant. can analyze people like a book. he knows what to say to lighten the mood & can easily read the room and adapt.

gets along with ppl in all walks of life. easy conversationalist. neither overly pessimistic or overly optimistic. he's a perfect balance.

blunt asf LMAO. he’s not holding anything back. if you don’t look good in smth, he’s telling you and then helping you look for smth similar. he’d rather hurt ppl than lie to them, and that’s rare nowadays.

extremely self-aware. like kaiser, he knows what he lacks, but the difference is he actively tries to fix it. correcting himself early on, apologizing, etc.

protective w/o being controlling. a “wear whatever you want, i can fight” kind of guy. he SEES everything. if someone’s giving you looks, he’s gently steering you the other way. can’t get jealous if it’s over before it begins.

actually thinks before getting into relationships. he wouldn’t put himself in a situation he can’t get out of. extremely considerate. he’d probably warn you before becoming official.

also enjoys being alone. not out of necessity like hiori but he finds comfort in the dull ache of loneliness. wouldn’t seek it out, but wouldn’t hate soaking in it either.

knowledgable. he’s smart and enjoys learning new things. would search for friends or a partner that intellectually stimulates his brain above all else. late night philosophical talks, heated debates over call, etc.

🚩 take his hair gel away.

his fashion style is a red flag. i’m so sorry someone please burn that trench coat.

he genuinely can’t be nice to ppl he looks down on.

sees himself as extremely ordinary :( he’d probably second guess relationships or feel like he’s not good enough for you. doesn’t believe he deserves anything extraordinary.

lwk masochistic??? he likes being neglected.

sarcastic to the point you’d question if he’s joking. comes off as arrogant or rude to some people bc of this.

downplays his emotional needs. he'd cover it up w/ sarcasm and deal with it on his own. prefers not to burden ppl.

has a tendency of dismissing others' feelings or invalidating them. he wouldn’t do this on purpose, he just can’t empathize with some things. he’d drop things like “it’s not that deep” or “you’re doing too much” in the middle of an argument.

overthinker. he’d overanalyze every little thing and miss the big picture.

he’d hate big celebrations like birthdays (his own) or christmas, esp gift exchanges. feels like it’s forced and not authentic. wants to FEEL appreciated, not through materialistic products but authentic intimacy.

[cosmicpearlz]

my love is mine, all mine (pt 2)

summary: more glimpses of your relationship with jude!

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

a/n: i’m having too much fun writing these scenarios lol

~one~

you rarely ever get into arguments with jude but when it does happen, it’s terrible on everyone’s part. this particular moment was about him not spending enough time with you.

“so you’re saying i can’t hangout with my friends? because that’s what it’s sounding like.”

“jude, that’s not what i’m saying! i’m just saying that it would be nice to have a day with just us. i feel like i’m left on a back burner right now.”

“we do hangout. i mean, i’m here right now but you wanna spend the time arguing!”

“tell me the last time we had a day to ourselves! please enlighten me,” you were beyond frustrated and your head was hurting from all the yelling.

“stop being so fucking clingy. i see you at home every night! we don’t need to be together 24/7.”

you felt your heart throbbing from the pain of hearing those words. is it really such a crime to want quality time with someone you love? between his training sessions and your job, there hasn’t been much alone time.

“okay. my apologies for wanting my boyfriend here with me. i won’t ask again,” you took a step back, looking down to possibly stop the tears. it didn’t work. the more you thought about it, the more it hurt.

jude instantly regretted saying that. he understood completely where you were coming from but the stubbornness in him clouded his judgement.

“baby, i’m-“

“i don’t wanna talk to you jude.”

-

it’s been hours since he last saw you. jude already made the guest room into his bed for the night and found himself restless. he wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but he couldn’t sleep without you near. even if you guys weren’t cuddling, at least his hand could be on you in some way. so he tossed and turned until he had enough.

jude makes his way to the room door, raising his hand to knock when the door swings open. it startles the both of you. leaving you to stare at each other in silence. jude noticed the dry tear streaks that laid on the apple of your cheeks. it made him feel worse.

“you really hurt-“

“i’m sorry bab-“

speaking at the same time wasn’t uncommon for you two, causing the both of you to let out a breathy laugh.

“you can go first honey,” his light whisper fell into the air as if he were too scared to talk any louder.

“jude, you really hurt my feelings earlier. i just wanted to spend time with you and you made it seem like i was asking for a million dollars or something bigger. i didn’t feel heard during our conversation but unfortunately i can’t sleep without you. so i was coming to drag you to bed even though i’m still very mad at you.”

“baby i’m sorry. i’m so sorry for hurting your feelings. i want you to know that i don’t mean it. hell, everyone knows i’m the clingy one! you’re the love of my life and i would spend days mending whatever hurt i caused,” his hands came to rest on your cheeks, fingers softly swiping at the dry tear stains.

“can we go to bed now? i’m exhausted and we can finish talking in the morning,” jude nods in response to you and kisses your nose.

“yeah, let’s go to bed m’love.”

~two~

“hey babe!”

jude looks up from his ipad upon hearing your voice through the phone. he was in germany for match and of course, he asked you to go with him. saying something along the lines of being his good luck charm. you couldn’t originally get the off time from your job.

“i miss you so much.”

“jude, baby you’ve been gone for like two days.”

“and your point is?”

“okay, whatever you say. anyways, i got a package for ya! just open the door.”

the boy failed to realize how close your face was in the camera and how you whispered. you had surprised him by coming to germany, being that your boss changed her mind and let you go. it wasn’t like you asked for off time a lot anyways.

“what?”

“can you open the door baby?”

jude jumps off the bed and practically leaps to the door. swinging it open to find you with a toothy smile. he rushes to hug you, bending down to your hight and pulling you into his arms.

“you said you couldn’t come!”

“surprise! my boss decided to let me take the time off last minute. i found the first flight here.”

“how’d you get to the hotel? i would’ve picked you up.”

“it wouldn’t have been a surprise then.”

he detaches himself from you to grab your bag, then grabbing your hand, walking you inside. you take a seat on the couch that was sitting in the room and smiled as your boyfriend put your bag next to his.

“i can’t believe you’re here.”

“well believe it,” jude sat next to you and began pressing kisses into whatever inch of skin he could get to.

“babe relax,” you say, in between giggles as he continued his work down to your neck. only getting off you when you pushed his shoulder back.

“i just missed you.”

“it’s been two days!”

“so what.”

~three~

you’ve become familiar with jude being your passenger princess. you never minded, it was just nice having someone to drive with. so, you took him on another one of your side quests. thrifting.

“i hope i find something good this time. last time we went, it was a bunch of bullshit.”

“i’m kinda hoping i see something i like,” you gasp into response to him, quickly looking at him and then looking back at the road.

“woah, thee jude bellingham is interested in thrifting?”

“oh come off it.”

“i’m just saying! i literally never heard you say anything like that. just making sure my ears heard correctly,” you give him a teasing smile.

“i will jump into oncoming traffic.”

“no you won’t.”

“i swear i will.”

“i’m calling your bluff.”

the silence in the car became loud as you both tested one another.

“no i won’t.”

“ha! i knew it.”

“whatever, drive faster loser. all the good stuff are gonna be gone.”

~four~

you wake up finding the bed empty. jude’s side is made up, totally not uncommon. you figured he was at training and got out of bed to get something to eat. as you walked to the kitchen, you find your boyfriend with his bare back towards you.

“good morning darling,” he turns his head to face you with a small smile.

“good morning. what’s all this?”

“i wanted to cook for you! training was canceled today because of a family emergency. i was gonna surprise you in bed but of course you had to wake up early.”

“that’s very sweet of you,” you make your way towards him and wrap your arms around his waist. pressing your front into his back, hugging him as tight as you could. you leaned up to kiss the back of his shoulder blade before stepping away.

“let’s spend the day inside.”

“are you sure jude? i know today is my off day but you don’t have to stay in with me.”

“i want to.”

jude plates the food and sits it on the dining room table. you follow close behind and go to grab your chair. instead, jude pulls out your chair for you. pushing you in before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. sitting down next to you, you both began to eat. a comfortable silence fills the room as you both ate. his free hand resting on your thigh, caressing the skin beneath his fingers.

“i love you so much. thank you for this.”

“you shouldn’t have to thank me. i’m your boyfriend, it’s a job of mine to make sure you’re feeling loved at all times.”

“trust me, i feel all the love right now.”

“it still wouldn’t be enough to express how much i truly am in love with you darling.”

“don’t get sappy on me bellingham,” you teased, watching his face attempt to hide a smile.

“oh we wouldn’t want that,” he plays along and kisses your cheek, making you both laugh in the process.

[number1mingyustan]

-Cuffing Season-

His Friend

boyfriend!mingyu x fem!reader x boyfriendsbestfriend!jungkook

Warnings: established relationship, kissing, cursing, explicit smut, striptease, size kink, threesome, unprotected sex, protected sex, oral (f.+m.), gagging, fingering (f.), squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, a lot of sexual tension, mentions of a safe word, surprisingly healthy communication

Summary: (What SZA said)²

Word Count: 5.3k

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(a/n: ive never written anything like this, it's not really my thing but before i was a carat, i was an army and i fear that will never change)

The city lights shine brightly outside. Beams of red, green, white, and occasional blue reflect from the buildings surrounding you. You don't pay it much mind, thoughts elsewhere as the rays of light zip past your line of sight.

The train is moving pretty fast, and the window in front of you isn't all that clean, making it difficult to pinpoint where the lights outside are coming from. It's where everyone must be, you figure, considering the car train is empty.

Mostly empty anyway.

The two men sitting in front of you are engaging in conversation without you. You're standing, hands gripping the silver pole beside you as a means of support. Your eyes shift between your boyfriend and his best friend as they laugh and talk.

The vehicle suddenly comes to a stop, brakes working at full force to let the passengers off from the other cars. The sudden shift causes you to lose your balance, stumbling over.

A pair of strong arms act fast, reaching out to hold you up in your drunken state.

"Be careful," Mingyu mumbles, pulling you in by your legs to hold you up. Your hands move from the silver pole to the hand holder above you as you step closer to your boyfriend.

"I am being careful," you furrow your brows.

"Sure you don't wanna sit?" Jungkook asks, looking at the space between him and Mingyu that you occupied only a few minutes ago.

"I'm fine," You protest, walking away from the two men in front of you and back to the pole in the middle of the train. You spin around it mindlessly, nearly losing your balance again and giggling to yourself.

Your mind is a bit hazy, high off of pure fun, and maybe one too many drinks. What started off as innocent fun has slowly segwayed into much more.

You're not entirely sure how you even ended up here.

See, Jungkook and Mingyu have been best friends for years. They met when they were teens and have been pretty much inseparable since. But as they grew older, their lives took them in different places.

Mingyu stayed closer to home, but Jungkook has a more adventurous spirit. He moved about an hour away into the city, and opened up his own tattoo shop.

Of all Mingyu's friends, Jungkook had to be your favorite.

Of course the two kept in contact with one another, but they didn't see each other as much because of the distance. With both of them working and Mingyu's job being so demanding, it had been months since they'd actually seen each other. There were time where their schedules aligned and plans could be made.

Like tonight, the two made plans in the city and you decided to tag along. You found somewhere in the middle, hopped on the train and spent the night out drinking and singing karaoke. The time flew and before you knew it, people started to go home and you realized it was time to head back.

But you guys hadn't seen Jungkook in so long and you were having such a good time, didn't really want the night to end. So you invited him back to your place for the night, making it obvious that you didn't want the fun to end. Matter of fact, it hadn't even really begun yet.

You scan over his features, noticing his facial expressions and body language. You can tell something is weighing on his mind. He pulls at the piercing on his bottom lip with his teeth and his leg hasn't stopped bouncing.

You all know what's going to happen tonight. There's been a thick tension brewing the entire night and you've all silently agreed to it. You wonder if he's having second thoughts already.

"Something on your mind, Kook?" You ask softly, walking over to the tattooed man.

He lifts his head up, meeting your half-lidded eyes. You take in his features, roaming over the piercings littering his ears, lip, and eyebrow. His hair has gotten longer too, forming into light waves. He looks good.

He blinks at you, blush creeping up his cheeks and nose. The drinks he had earlier already had him flushed, but now you're the one causing it.

"All good, Shorty," Jungkook flashes you a grin.

You return it, lips pulling upward at the sound of the nickname. He's always used it with you, understandably so. You were much shorter than the two men before you, and even Mingyu towered over Jungkook.

You pat his head lightly, running your fingers through his soft hair. "Okay."

He watches as you make your way back to the pole, spinning around it playfully. The skirt you have on is entirely too short, and it's doing a poor job of covering you as your body rotates around the pole.

Jungkook's leg bounces faster and he crosses his arms over his broad chest. Fuck.

The train comes to another stop moments later and you lock eyes with Mingyu. He stands to his feet, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"C'mon Kook, it's our stop."

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It's been a while since Jungkook stepped foot in this apartment. You've decorated it nicely, surely it was your doing and your doing only. Mingyu's never had a creative eye. There's pictures of the two of you scattered across the space and Jungkook can't help but feel like he's intruding.

It's a fleeting thought though, he doesn't dwell on it. He buries it deep inside, beneath the alcohol pumping in his veins, clouding his thoughts and filling it with the desire brewing in his cock. Jeon Jungkook is not a man who lives a life of regrets.

He averts his gaze from the pictures, following you into the bedroom. You take off your black leather jacket and hang it up. "You can have a seat," You tell him.

He sits down on your bed, facing you. Like a man, his long legs take up most of the space as he sits wide.

"You want something to drink?" You ask, leaning against the door frame.

Jungkook nods. "Something strong."

You raise an eyebrow. "Having second thoughts already?"

"Never, Shorty," He grins.

He eyes you shamelessly. You've ditched your jacket, exposing the little black croptop you had on. He's seeing now that you decided to go braless, perked nipples peaking through the material of your short. You're not wearing your boots anymore either, removing the extra height you had earlier and placing you directly in his line of sight. His eyes are clouded with lust, scanning over your frame as he nibbles on the piercing on his lower lip.

Just as you turn to walk out of the room, Mingyu's body appears, blocking you from fully exiting.

"Sit down, sweetheart," Mingyu nods his head toward the bed.

"I'm serving our guest," You cock your head to the side defiantly.

Mingyu towers over you and his eyes grow intimidating. He narrows his eyes, erasing every hint of amusement in his expression. Goosebumps rise up along your skin and your body shivers.

"Don't need your drunk ass dropping any glasses, I'll get it," He says, holding you by the shoulders. He turns you around and disappears to another part of the house.

Almost immediately, you're sitting down on the bed. You're obedient, Jungkook takes a mental note.

MIngyu comes back a few moments later holding two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He fills up both the glasses and hands one to Jungkook, keeping the other for himself.

You frown. "Gyu."

Mingyu takes a sip, allowing the brown liquor to leave a satisfying burn in his throat. "Hmm?"

"Did you consider that I might have wanted a glass?" You huff.

"Don't throw a tantrum in front of our guest," Mingyu says, extending his glass to you. "You don't even like whiskey."

He's right, but it doesn't stop you from taking the glass out of his hand and taking a sip for yourself. It goes down smoothly, but leaves an ache in your throat and a bad taste on your tongue.

Mingyu takes the glass back and takes another sip for himself. "Kook," Mingyu says.

The tatted man averts his attention to your boyfriend. "Ground rules."

"No hickeys, she's still my girl and I don't want you leaving any marks," Mingyu says.

Jungkook nods. "Okay."

"Can't cum inside, or on her face, shit's disrespectful. You can be rough, but not too rough. No hitting or anything like that.," Mingyu continues.

You can't help but sit there smiling to yourself. The lisp in your boyfriend's

"I wouldn't do that to your girl, Gyu." Jungkook interjects.

"I know, but I just wanna make it clear. I trust you, but I gotta make sure she's safe and comfortable. Pretty much anything else is fine if she doesn't have any problems."

"You got any problems?" Jungkook inquires.

"As long as she's okay with it, I'm okay with it. Just listen to her. Slow down if she needs to slow down, and stop if she says stop. She's submissive, but she's in control no matter what.

He looks at you. "If it's too much, you say something. Use your safeword. What's your safe word, gorgeous?"

"Mango."

Mingyu nods. "Good. You heard that, Kook?"

Jungkook shifts on the bed, visibly growing more comfortable in your presence. "Loud and clear."

"This isn't something I'd normally do, but we're all a little drunk and Kook, I trust you with my life. Y/n and I have talked about it before, so don't make me regret it."

Oh? You guys have been planning this? Jungkook thinks to himself. He knew you were comfortable around him and he's heard in great detail from Mingyu about your very active sex life. But to think you'd actually discussed this? He's kind of flattered.

"Never," Jungkook blinks. "I'll be careful."

Mingyu sits down on the bed, large body dipping into the mattress as he makes himself comfortable. He takes another sip from his glass and his gaze doesn't leave you. "Go ahead, Sweetheart."

You stand before them both, in a similar position to how you were on the train. Smirking, you bend over and pull your black miniskirt off before tossing it. You now stand in just your black lace thong and your shirt.

Both men watch you in a trance. It stirs a feeling of boldness in you, having their attention like this. Confidence pumps through your veins as your hands dance over the fabric of your top. You pull it off slowly and toss it onto the ground.

You stand in front of them wearing nothing but your lacy black thongs. Both of them are silent, eyes locked in on you and only you. Mingyu's seen this view plenty of times, but in this moment he's seeing you through Jungkook's eyes. Like it's his first time and he can't look away.

There's just something about you.

You leave a little to the imagination, climbing onto the bed without stripping yourself bare. Your knee dips into the mattress and you wedge yourself between the two men.

You lean your head in toward Jungkook, pressing your nose against his. He lets out a ragged breath as the tension in the room expands. You lick your lips slowly before removing the gap separating you.

Jungkook's kisses are different. They're slower, but by no means hesitant. He kisses you like he cherishes you, doesn't want it to be a fleeting moment. He takes his time, appreciating the way you taste and the way you feel. Smart man, knowing this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

You pull away, resting your forehead against his. He leans in again, but you back away just enough that your lips don’t collide. He lets out a shaky breath, chewing on his pierced lower lip.

You tug on his shirt, “Take this off for me.”

You climb off Jungkook’s lap and onto Mingyu’s. You cup his cheek, leaning in and kissing him softly. He leans into your touch, kissing you back with desperation.

Mingyu... Mingyu kisses like like he's got no time left, yet it feels like all the time in the world. It's ironic almost, because he's sure he's going to spend the rest of his life with you. But he's impatient, desperate even, in the way he touches you and presses his lips against yours. But everything about him is so familiar, you always find yourself falling deep into him. His kisses are consuming, much like everything about him. Makes you feel like you're floating, and 30 seconds feels like an eternity.

You moan against his lips, placing a firm hand on his chest as your lips move against one another with haste. You feel one of his hands grip your ass and decide to pull away. You move his hand onto his own lap.

You lean back, leaving your boyfriend breathless and aching for your touch. You shift your gaze back to a now shirtless Jungkook. His tattoos are on full display, decorating his muscular body. The ink of his sleeve is nearly full, trailing all the way down to his fingers.

You climb off Mingyu’s lap, leaning in toward Jungkook. His gaze is intense, hazy as his eyes shift between your lips and your eyes.

“Kook,” You breathe out. “I wanna suck your cock.”

Jungkook’s mind feels hazy. The concept of you is messing with his mind. You’re submissive, but you know what you want and you’re not afraid of vocalizing it.

He holds his glass in his hand, swiftly bringing it to his lips and downing the leftover contents in the transparent dish. He sets the now-empty glass down on the nightstand.

Honest, he’s never looked at you this way before. He’s never had these kinds of thoughts about you. You were gorgeous and had a nice body, but anyone could see that. It was undeniable.

But he never actually had thoughts of you. As long as he’d known you, you were Mingyu’s girl. His best friend’s girlfriend, not the girl he’d ever imagine asking to suck his dick.

But who was he to deny you?

He licks his lips, giving you a small nod. You adjust your body, laying flat on your back. Jungkook stands over the edge of the bed, towering over your small frame.

He undoes his jeans, pulling them down with his underwear. His cock is already half hard, finally free from the material restraining it. You lick your lips slowly, waiting in anticipation.

His initial movements are slow, stroking his cock and dragging the tip along your lips. He teases you a bit, making sure you're comfortable before tapping his cock against your lips, signaling you to open your mouth.

You oblige, allowing your mouth to fall open and letting the tattooed man feel the warm slide of your inner cheeks, satisfying his newfound desire for you.

He exhibits great patience, taking his time to test your waters as he fills your mouth little by little. The weight of his cock on your tongue stirs a warm feeling in your belly.

"That's it," Jungkook groans, murmuring under his breath. There's a rasp in his voice that you've never heard before and it has you pressing your thighs together.

Of course your boyfriend could never be forgotten, finding solace between your legs. He pries open your legs, pressing them down on the bed as he pushes your panties to the side. There's a look of mischief written on his face as he disappears between your thighs. He immediately latches his pretty lips onto your clit, licking and sucking on your sensitive bud.

You nearly choke, letting out a moan around Jungkook's length. The warmth of Mingyu's tongue is driving you mad, causing your toes to curl up as you squirm on the bed.

One of your had entangles into Mingyu's hair, gripping and pulling at the lose strands. Mingyu grunts, sucking harsher on your clit and making you feel dizzy as you coat his face with your arousal.

Jungkook begins thrusting his cock down your throat, starting slow and building up to a steady pace.

Your mind feels hazy. There's so much going on, your brain can't keep up with everything that's happening with your body. Your eyes roll back and you gag around Jungkook's cock. He pulls out immediately, causing you to whine.

"You okay?" Jungkook asks.

You nod eagerly. "Don't stop."

He's taken back, but obliges nonetheless. He slides his cock back into your mouth, letting out a shaky breath as he watches the bulge appear in your throat. He finds his pace again, pressing the tip of his cock against the back of your throat with each thrust.

Mingyu slips a finger into you and you moan against Jungkook's length. You're soaking your boyfriend's finger, making it easier for him to slip in another, curling them and fucking them in and out of your tight cunt. He stretches you open, fingers moving at a fast pace that has you struggling to keep up.

You're careful not to use your teeth, remaining conscious and hyper-aware of the tatted man above you. Saliva pools in the back of your throat, and your other hand starts stroking the tatted man's length.

Your cunt squelches as it stretches around your boyfriend's fingers. Your hips move on their own, thrusting into his fingers and meeting his pace. He continues to suck down on your clit, groaning against your wet cunt and sending sensations traveling through your body.

You can feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach. Mingyu can sense this, so he starts pumping his fingers into you faster and harder, curling them against the sweet spot that has your legs shaking in moments.

The pressure is building fast and you have to pull away. You move your head, and Jungkook's cock slips out of your mouth. You continue stroking him lazily, but your orgasm interrupts your mind and body.

"Oh fuck-" You cry out.

Your legs wrap around your boyfriend's head, nearly suffocating him as you ride out your orgasm on his face. Your hips grind against his tongue, moving frantically and quickly as the pleasure overwhelms you.

Your legs are shakily and your high-pitched moans echo through the room. Jungkook watches the view below him, forever etching it into his mind.

You ride out your high on your boyfriend's face, tugging harshly at his hair to pry him off once you come down. He lifts his head up, licking his lips as he stares at you with hazy eyes.

Your body falls limp on the bed. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as your fingertips tingle and you begin to fully tap back into your senses.

The room feels suffocatingly hot and your body trembles. The sheer intensity already has you tired, but your brain is screaming moremoremore. Your cunt throbs and aches, need to be filled–gotta be stuffed full.

"Need a break?" Mingyu asks.

You sit up, shaking your head. You slide the last bit of material covering your body off and look him in the eyes. “The opposite."

Your boyfriend smirks. "There's my girl, always insatiable."

You lean in, minimizing the gap between you and your boyfriend. "Feel so empty..."

Mingyu licks his lips. "Think I'm gonna let Kook fuck you first, okay sweetheart? I know that's what you want."

You nod eagerly in agreement.

"How do you want it?"

"I want-"

"Tell him, not me baby," Mingyu cuts you off.

Your body stiffens and you turn to meet Jungkook's hungry gaze. You bat your eyelashes at him. "From behind, fuck me from behind Koo.."

Jungkook doesn't need any more of an invitation. The tatted man reaches into the pocket of his discarded pants and pulls out his wallet. There's a shiny gold packet wedged between his two fingers. Naturally, he tears it open with his teeth and rolls the latex onto his length. He comes up behind you, pressing your back down so you're on all fours.

You feel the tip of his cock pressed against your folds. You're absolutely soaked, making him slide in easier than he thought he would, He planned to tease you a big, but your cunt invited him in so easily.

"That's it Shorty, let me in," Jungkook whispers.

You whine, gripping the bed sheets as he pushes his cock into you. He fills you up slowly, making you feel every inch of him. The stretch of his cock is delightful, filling up your lower tummy with a familiar warmth.

"Oh my g-" You whisper to yourself, voice muffled as you bury your head into the pillow.

"You're taking it so well baby, so good," Mingyu praises.

Your boyfriend's large body appears before you. His muscles are toned, stature stands above you almost intimidatingly.

"You're doing so good sweetheart, can you handle me too?" Mingyu asks.

You nod eagerly. Your back arches and you lift one hand to guide Mingyu's cock into your mouth. You moan around his length, allowing him to fuck your throat.

Jungkook finds a steady pace, ramming his cock into you from behind. The pleasure fills your body as he stretches your cunt. He slips in and out easily as your arousal drips on his cock.

The force of his thrusts make it easier for your boyfriend's cock to touch the back of your throat. Mingyu holds the top of your head lightly, guiding your mouth to maintain control and make sure it's not too rough.

You try to focus on your boyfriend, but the force of Jungkook's cock fucking you open makes it hard. You take a break, lazily stroking Mingyu's cock as you moan out.

You can feel the tension building between your thighs. Jungkook's cock is distracting, making it hard to do anything but moan and babble over the sheer pleasure.

"Please..." You beg. "Fuck–I"

He thrusts his cock deep into you, tip nudging against the sweet spot deep inside of you. The tension builds and you hardly have time for a warning. Your body is instantly overwhelmed and you completely lose control.

"Holy fuck..." Jungkook breathes out in disbelief.

You're cumming so hard you don't even realize the rush of liquid leaving your body. Your mind goes blank and your vision fills with dots, sinful moans, and screams echoing throughout your home. Your entire body trembles as you squirt all over your boyfriend's best friend.

The squeeze of your cunt forces him out and you gush all over the bed. He's quick to fill you again, fucking you through your orgasm. Jungkook buries himself deep in your walls, allowing the tightness of your cunt to pull his own orgasm out of him. It hits him fast, but the blissful feeling drags out for seemingly an eternity.

He groans, filling the condom with his load. It's filthy and overwhelming and you love it. Your entire body trembles and Jungkook pulls out once your grip has loosened. He lay on your back against the mattress.

His chest rises and falls as he breathes heavily, lungs desperate for air after experiencing his high. He climbs off the bed, disposing of the condom.

There are no words that can be said in this moment. It feels like forever before your eyes blink open and your vision clears. You look up, seeing your boyfriend's flushed face.

Mingyu looks down at you, hair falling over his face perfectly. His broad shoulders hover over you, making you feel even smaller under his gaze. "You good, baby?"

You whine, nodding.

He kisses your shoulder. "I'm gonna take such good care of you."

Your stomach does backflips at the sound of his promise.

Your boyfriend is all-consuming once again. His presence alone never fails to overwhelm you. Heat flows through your entire body as he fills you up. The familiar stretch has you trembling and squirming on the bed.

"Fuck!" You cry out.

Your entire body spasms, arms flailing as you desperately try to find something to hold onto. You can't keep still, nearly pushing Mingyu out.

A pair of large arms suddenly pins you down, holding you in place. You whimper.

"Hey..." Jungkook coos. "Where are you going, Shorty? Hmm?"

Unlike Jungkook, Mingyu has no interest in teasing. He's been on edge all night, since the moment you put on the damn skirt before you'd even left to go out.

It's almost cruel, how quickly he finds his pace, plowing his cock into you hard. It hurts, cunt sensitive from being used all night like this. But the pain is so good, it's almost addictive. It'll catch up to you later, but your body aches for more.

Jungkook's breath is hot against your skin, gentle hands applying just the right amount of pressure to keep you in place. His thumb draws small circles on the palm of your hand as he holds you. It deeply contrasts the sensations of your boyfriend's ruthless fucking.

"Shit.." Mingyu groans.

He can't stop himself, fucking his cock deeper into you with every thrust. The burn is so satisfying, fulfilling your every need and more. You wrap your legs around him, forcing his cock deeper into you.

And with that, you're squirting again. Another rush of cum leaves your body, soaking your boyfriend's lower half. He pulls out momentarily to let it happen, but he fills you back up in no time.

He lets you fully ride out your orgasm on his cock. Your sensitive inner walls tighten and spasm around him as he bullies his cock against your g-spot. He sinks deep into your aching cunt, relishing in the tight squeeze around his cock that soon drives him into his own orgasm.

You sob out in relief when the tension in your stomach is eased. A warm buzz flows down your thighs and your legs shake. The pleasure is so overwhelming you feel lightheaded.

Your mind is so clear, relishing in the pleasure of it all. Mingyu's deep groans bring you back into your senses, allowing you to feel the way he fills you with his load.

Your boyfriend pulls out, mind hazy as some of his cum drips out of you. You lay there on the bed, body completely spent. Your cunt is swollen and throbbing from the absence of touch.

Both of the larger men crowd around your exhausted body, ensuring that you're okay. You let them know honestly that you're fine and they help to clean you up and redress you and themselves in comfortable clothes for the night.

They change the sheets, discarding the ones you so shamelessly soaked. Not many words are exchanged, but a comfortable quiet falls over the room.

You sleep in the middle of the large bed, sandwiched between the two men comfortably.

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You're the second to wake up. When your eyes flutter open, your left side is empty. You look to your right, seeing your boyfriend sleeping peacefully.

Your head is pounding from the hangover and there's a soreness between your thighs. You look around, seeing Jungkook is standing on the balcony outside your bedroom.

You climb out of bed and open the screen door, coming up behind the tatted man.

"Morning," He says first.

Jungkook stands over the banister with his arms crossed, tattoos on full display with a cigarette wedged between his pointer and middle finger.

"Morning," You greet him back.

You walk over to him, standing by his side. "Cigarettes for breakfast? You know there's food in the kitchen."

The tatted man grins. "I know, bad habit of mine."

He takes a long drag of it, and allows the smoke to pass between his flushed lips. You take the cigarette out of his hand and inhale. "Can't say I'm much better than you though."

He chuckles. "Gyu told me you quit."

You shrug. "Mostly. He doesn't like it, so I don't really smoke around him. Only something I really do when I've got something on mind." You look at him, raising an eyebrow. "Something on your mind?"

You hold your hand out, extending the cigarette back to him. He takes it back and sighs.

"I don't know Shorty, think I might be ready to settle down," Jungkook confesses, taking another drag of his cigarette.

You bump your hip against his playfully. "The Jeon Jungkook? What's gotten into you? I fucked some sense into you?"

Jungkook's jaw slacks open. He lets out a genuine laugh at your comment. "Kind of, Shorty. I'm not gonna lie."

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow.

Jungkook has always been free-spirited. Never really committed to women, always just there for the ride. It was by no means a bad lifestyle, at least the way he went about it. He wasn't the type to hop from bed to bed each night, it was more of an occasional thing. But by no means did he seem to ever want anything real with anyone. For Jungkook everything always seemed so.. temporary.

He'd been in serious relationships before, his longest one lasted nearly 3 years. But even then, he wasn't really fulfilled, never felt satisfied.

Nothing ever felt permanent.

He nods, taking another drag. He hands it to you and exhales. "Last night was pretty fucking crazy I can't lie. But here we are cracking jokes and sharing a cig like it was nothing."

You take a hit, leaning your back against the banister.

"Mingyu's in there asleep without so much as a worry on his mind cuz he trusts you, you know? Like we can keep things cool between us and he doesn't doubt that cuz he's got genuine love and trust. I don't think I've ever felt that way with someone in my life, not enough to do some shit like last night."

You hum in agreement and hand the cigarette back to him.

"I guess I just realized it's actually kind of admirable, more than it is crazy. Got me thinking I can find my own girl I trust and love that much, you know?"

He takes another drag, inhaling and blowing the smoke out of his mouth. He hands it back to you.

"Gotcha, you wanna find a girl just so you can have threesomes with her and her friends," You joke.

Jungkook chuckles, hitting your shoulder playfully. "C'mon Shorty, don't twist my words."

"I'm just fucking with you," you giggle. "But in all seriousness, I get it though. I never imagined doing something like that either, but I know he's the only person I'd be willing to do it with. It's a rare thing in this world, glad I got lucky." You exhale and hand him back the cigarette. "I think you will too."

"Can only hope," Jungkook breathes out.

"You will Kook, just gotta take things seriously," You cock your head to the side and grin. "And when you do, and you marry her, I'm gonna tell Mingyu to mention last night in his best man speech."

Jungkook snorts. "You two are definitely getting married before me, c'mon now. During my best man's speech, I'll sure as hell tell the story and let everyone know you're a squirter."

You punch his tatted arm playfully. "You're the worst!"

"You started it!" Jungkook grins.

"Fair enough," You smile.

"Can't lie it's kind of a great story to tell. You took it like a champ," Jungkook comments.

"My entire family will be at my wedding, don't even think about it," You laugh. "I'm sure they won't appreciate hearing how I quote, 'took it like a champ."

"Fair enough," He grins.

It falls quiet again as the two of you smoke the rest of the cigarette. When it's done, Jungkook kills it on the floor of the balcony. You kick it off to eliminate the evidence.

"C'mon, Mingyu's gonna be up soon and I'm hungry."

You lead Jungkook back into the bedroom, greeting your sleepy boyfriend with a bombard of pillows.

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Opposites do attract

sypnosis at times, Eunchæ thinks you don't care about her. It was a typical sunshine and grumpy duo between you two. Until one day you open up your spark to her and tell her your true feelings for her. pairing non-idol!Eunchae x fem!reader genre angsty, fluff warnings crying, cursing, kiss wc 1.1k

A/n: Idk why but writing angst is much better for me than writing something happy and I love Eunchae sm :(( and had to do this. Enjoyy ^^

Being with Eunchae was like being the moon to her sun. She wasn’t popular but she was a very active student in your school— cheerful, good grades, fun and a part of the broadcasting club.

You always heard her voice early in the morning right before classes, or when there’s a school promotion you always saw her name written as the students who took part of it.

On the other hand, you were the polar opposite. Cold, struggling with grades, not as popular and was practically just there. From afar you always admired Eunchae. Of course you were friends, maybe not as close, but better something than nothing.

People always say polar opposites never work out due to lack of similar opinions in everything. Music, personality, mbti— but it didn’t let you at least try to grow some signs of interest into Eunchae’s mind. Letting her know you’re better with actions than words.

Though the stereotypical trope is one of the reasons you never understood why she chose you—remembering the first time she confessed to you with a love letter. Though you did feel the same for her, a mystery of the reason she chose you still lingered in your mind.

It was all like sunshine and rainbows. Eunchae had always been the sun—bright, warm, and full of energy, while you had always been the moon— distant and quiet, watching from afar.

It worked for the couple of months you’ve been together. At least you thought it did, but lately, whispers had started to reach Eunchae’s ears.

"Why is she with Y/n?" "Y/n doesn’t even act like she loves her." "She barely even shows anything." “I’d think twice about her.”

Eunchae never wanted to believe them. She knew you loved her—she felt it in the way you always walked her home, the way you always let her ramble about her day without interrupting, the way you would subtly hold her hand when no one was looking.

But doubt was a sick thing. The more people pointed at it, the more it chipped away at Eunchae’s confidence.

And now, here you both were—in detention.

It was your fault for snapping at a classmate for speaking badly about Eunchae. It led to a small argument in class and a new gossip in school. The teacher didn’t even let you explain before sending you both in detention, assuming Eunchae was somehow involved.

Eunchae sat at the desk behind you, fidgeting with her fingers. The usual light in her eyes was weaker than usual, her lips pressed into a thin line. You weren’t the best at reading emotions, but you felt something was wrong.

“Chae?” You casually broke the silence.

She blinked, looking over at you before quickly looking away. As you turned away, she could see your furrowed eyebrows—guilt splattered all over your face.

“Look it was really my fault, I get it if you’re mad but—”

“Do you love me?”

Your body tensed, and for the first time in a while, you weren’t sure how to respond right away. You weren’t good with words. You never had been, especially in expressing your feelings.

Eunchae’s fingers curled around the fabric of her skirt’s uniform. “I-I’m sorry but…everyone just whispers around that,” Her voice was soft, but so hesitant.

“And I know I shouldn’t listen, but… I just—I don’t know. Maybe they’re right. Maybe you just accepted my confession because you felt bad…”

Your heart clenched. That wasn’t true. It had never been true.

You sighed while gently taking her hand in yours. It was small, warm—so like her. She looked up at you, surprised, tears forming into her eyes. “I never wanted to ask you cause I thought I was just overreacting but..”

“Listen, Eunchæ.” Her name strictly falls off your tongue with a tone Eunchae obeyed to listen. Furrowing your eyebrows, your head hurts to find the right words. “I didn’t yell at that bully for no reason,” you finally looked into her eyes. Eunchae desperately looked for a spark of hope in this situation — letting you continue.

You breathed heavily, while also being out of air. It was time to let Eunchae know how much she means to you.

“I hate when they tell lies about you.” you whispered, tightening your grip on her fingers, looking at the ring you brought her on her middle finger. “I don’t care if they tell you I don’t love you, cause that’s not true.�� Once again your eyes met hers. This time, you hand grasped her right cheek. Brushing away, as gently as you can, the tear falling from her eye.

"But fuck if they say anything about you...” A curse breathed out your mouth as Eunchae widened her eyes.

Tight silence falls once again. Until you break it with a promise.

“I promise you,” your pinky tangled with hers. “I’ll try to be better “

Eunchae sniffed, out of words to speak she just gazed at you. Was she sad, relieved or scared? You didn’t care — cause you were there, just for her.

“They don’t know how we are when we’re alone, they don’t have to know.” your voice is as soft as a pillow and as comforting as a hug. Eunchae never saw this side of you — doesn’t mean she didn’t think you aren’t sweet, just not with words.

Eunchae swallowed hard, her fingers curling tighter around yours. The warmth of your hand, the way your thumb absentmindedly ran over her knuckles—it was enough to make her heart ache.

"Yeah," she hesitated. "I guess I just… I wanted to hear it sometimes. I know you show it in different ways, but sometimes I need the words too."

You exhaled sharply, looking down. Words had never been your strong suit, but for Eunchae? You should try.

"I love you, Chae," you said, softer than you thought possible. "I’ll try to make you happier, just please tell me whenever you’re doubting."

Eunchae's lips trembled, and for a moment, you thought she might cry again—but instead, a small, wobbly smile appeared. She let out a shaky laugh, squeezing your hand.

"Okay," she whispered. “I love you too, I’ll think before hearing rumors again.”

And so, Eunchæ leaned in and kissed your cheek. A blush creeped on your cheeks, earning a chuckle from her. Before realizing how close you were to her, you leaned in closer. Eunchae didn’t flinch. She melted into your heartfelt kiss as the tension relieved.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered—not the whispers, not the rumors, not the detention. It was just you and her, the moon and her sun, perfectly balanced in each other's space and time — an eclipse of two opposites.

[nmzuka]

my critical thoughts on K-pop Demon Hunters under the cut mostly ramblings on things i wish they had done instead that I tried to organize into a numbered list... obviously spoilers for the whole movie

Celine should have been their manager. I liked Bobby he was fun but I think it would have made more sense to have Celine be a more constant presence in the girls (especially Rumi's) lives. She could have better covered for them when they needed to run off and fight demons instead of just leaving Bobby hanging and she could have more consistently been there to guide them and remind Rumi to keep her patterns hidden. They have that one scene where Mari and Zoey ask Rumi to the bathhouse and they use that scene twice instead when they could have had a different scene with Celine. Honestly I assumed she was like far away from them or something but Rumi just goes to her in the end so it feels really weird she wasnt more present when she's the one that told Rumi she had to hide (also it could have made for interesting conflict if Jinu was encouraging her not to hide while Celine was insisting she must hide

I think she should have told Zoey. Zoey has that line when Saja Boys are introduced saying "maybe they're nice demons" which feels like it could have given Rumi some hope that she'd understand especially after Jinu starts saying she should tell her friends. It doesn't really make sense to me how Rumi's voice got fixed just from talking to Jinu (we'll get to that more later) but she's still hiding part of herself from those she loves most so she's still not really addressing her whole being (like the dr guy said she needed to) So she reveals herself to Zoey and Zoey is of course nervous but also trusts Rumi and keeps the secret. Being able to be open with Zoey helps Rumi heal her whole being a bit and her voice starts doing better! But they cant tell Mira because she really hates demons and thinks they should all die Maybe Mira even starts getting a little insecure because she notices Zoey and Rumi are closer in a way she can't pinpoint/clearly keeping something from her The reveal on the stage can still happen but have it slightly different when Rumi blasts her demon powers a bit earlier and it scares Zoey Rumi talks directly to her like "Zoey its me you know its me" and Mira puts together that Zoey knew…. the people she thought were her family were both keeping something from her and it cuts twice as deep. She breaks off from Zoey in the actual movie right after this so I think its fine just having it happen here instead

Rumi's parents We should have seen them like I think its really wild that Rumi keeps saying she was a mistake and the only one that really reassures her she isnt is Jinu I don't really care if its just one parent or both but I think something after she confronts Celine would have worked Like it could have been some "past Avatars" thing where she connects to her mom's spirit because she was also a Hunter Or her blasting off demon magic when confronting Celine somehow calls her dad's spirit to her but there should have been something there where Rumi is told she's not a mistake and her parents created her with intention because they wanted her and wanted to give her all the love in their hearts and it helps her love herself more (SU "every moment you spend loving yourself is me loving you")

Rumi and Jinu bonding we should have seen more of it? they have like 2 scenes with just the two of them before the scene where they sing Free but that song didn't really feel emotionally earned cause we didn't get to see them bond that much? I kinda would have liked even a montage of them spending more time together and would prefer if that time had been spent showing Jinu showing Rumi more about being a demon and having her connect in a way with that side of her She needed to address "the whole to fix the part" so I think she should have been shown to be accepting that part of her maybe it even comes up with her using some of her demon abilities to fight other demons or somehow using it for their performances idk Also they had the bit at the signing where people are already shipping them and I think it would have been funny if they had been caught hanging out and it fueled those rumors I think this would have made her voice getting better make more sense? she's just like "I dont know why but ever since I started talking to you more my voice has gotten better" and its like yeah girl I dont understand that either? why is that happening?? It should have been more directly from her accepting her demon half

The tonic reveal I think it would have been better if she learned the tonic was fake a little later? like she's taking them and getting better which she thinks is because of the tonic but then learns they are fake and questions why she's been getting better and puts together that its because she's been accepting her demon half more (preferably thru the previous point of Jinu showing her more demon stuff)

The bracelet I noticed the tiger holding it in the scene before Saja Boys go on stage near the end but I didnt notice that Jinu was wearing it on stage until I saw a post pointing it out and I watched the movie twice!! Which I guess is a fun detail but I feel like it should have been more directly pointed out? its literally not even mentioned and hard to notice BUT ALSO Jinu should have given the bracelet back to Rumi He's in a place now where he cares about her enough to give it to her and it just feels like it would have meant something to give it to her as a reminder of the hope she gave to him (especially if he's just gonna die anyway)

The big one…. the demons should have all been redeemed/given the chance to redeem I can't speak on how this would have been received from a cultural standpoint (idk much about demons in Korean culture) but from a story standpoint they should have been redeemed… Jinu said the demons were being controlled by Gwi-Ma when Rumi gave Jinu hope it made the voices stop and Gwi-Man mocks him for thinking he could be free so okay the demons are clearly being controlled they do have that little scene where Rumi asks the one demon but it doesnt say anything and I wish it had cause yeah they are being controlled? Im sure some are fine with it but some might want to be free (like Jinu) it just feels wrong to only let Jinu be sympathetic and redeemed when there are likely other demons in a similar situation to him BUT even more then that I think its one of the only ways to make Rumi's situation really work. There is a message about accepting yourself but Rumi kinda never does?? she stops hiding her patterns but she doesn't actually accept that she's half demon and we are still told that demons are evil and need to be locked away (other then Jinu he's allowed to be redeemed thru dying) and it seems like Rumi's demon-ness is cured in the end? which I don't think is good (if that's not the case its really unclear) Rumi should have actually connected with her demon half and then tried to connect to the other demons by giving them hope of freedom from serving Gwi-Ma I just don't think the message works for accepting ones self when half of what Rumi is is still painted as evil and needing to be locked away

this doesn't even touch on the fact that I think Jinu shouldn't have died mostly cause I don't care for the "redeemed thru death" thing I think it's usually bad Like I guess it can work cause he selfishly left his loved ones behind for himself to have a better life before and now he's selflessly giving his life to protect someone he loves but idk I don't think saying the most selfless thing you can do for someone is die... sometimes living and being willing to change and grow is more selfless

I do think the movie was fun (music, character design, art direction) but the overall story was not so strong and at times felt quite sloppy with its message

feel free to give your own thoughts on this just pls keep in mind I'm not trying to shame anyone who really likes it and these are all very much my own personal opinions and reading of what the movie gave us