#I could ALMOST see this if I wrote something like

[tojisbbg]

gang baby

❝she told you she celibate, but she told me i can nail her shit!❞

♡ sylus, caleb, rafayel, zayne, xavier ♡

sypnosis: you're just a girl. yeah, you can't decide between five hot LI's presented to you in the popular otome game, love and deepspace, but that's okay. who said you can't have them all? literally.

wc: 11k (lots of smut beware)

a/n: valentines day special!! guys, don't question it, ok? i wrote this with my whole pussy. ok bai. (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3

content: all lads LI's x fem!reader (yes, you read right), gangbang, slight plot, reader gets transported in lads universe, smut (no details, find out hehe), all acts are consensual, not edited. disclaimer: not based off tomorrow's catch-22!!

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"fuck!" you yelled out in frustration, chucking your phone off your bed as the poor device fell on the floor with a loud thud. you could hear your best friend giggling from your laptop, making you shoot her a sharp glare.

"shut up." you sneer, but it only fueled her laughter more.

"damn, infold really hates you, bro." she pokes further at your miserable failure, making your shoulders slump in defeat as you grumble.

"i can't believe it. i've been grinding for two months straight to save up fifteen thousand diamonds for the valentines day banner! i was sure i'd pull them all, and you're telling me i only got two out of the five?? this is a fucking joke." you ranted, making your friend hum as she understood your anger.

"yeah, i'd be mad as hell too. but hey, at least you got sylus and caleb. just watch the rest on twitter or something." your best friend tried to comfort you, but it only made you pout.

"but i want them all." you sulked, making her roll her eyes.

"you're such a whore." she sighed, making you grin.

"duh, why choose one when i can have them all." you nonchalantly responded.

"yeah, yeah, forgot you had no shame." she shook her head in disbelief.

"man, i don't know what else to do. i literally milked the game dry, there's no other way i can get more diamonds for more pulls before the event ends. this is so unfair." you whined, fingers tangled in your hair.

"you can always-"

"no. i'm not giving those greedy hoes my money." you cut off her suggestion, your tone stern.

you were a poor college student who worked part-time at a stationery supply store (living the aesthetic life while crying over classes and fictional men); money's tight, and you're not about to spend hundreds on this because you know it'd become a horrible habit sooner or later.

despite being broke, your spending habits were outrageous.

"yeah girl, then i don't know what to tell ya. i'm chilling with my rafayel card. oh shit, it's almost three in the morning, bitch. we have class tomorrow, go to sleep." she yawned tiredly.

"you're leaving me just like that? after i went through so much pain and trauma? is this how deep our ten years of friendship runs? just say you hate me and want me to die a slow painful death." you dramatically rambled, making your best friend rub her temple in faux annoyance as she groaned at your stupidity.

"when i see you tomorrow, i'm gonna slap you. goodnight, hoe." with that, she hung up.

you closed the lid of your laptop and placed it on charge, stretching before standing up to go pick up your phone. you noticed the small cracks on your screen as you walked back to your bed.

you unlocked your phone, noticing how the lads server kicked you out. you exited the app, clicking on it again as you were met with caleb's face.

so l-long for longe-ge-... before fa-fa...dust

so long for-for-.... fading-fa..-dus..

so-so...lo...ng-..fading...

your eyebrows furrowed as you watched the app glitch horribly, the audio was choppy and produced crackling noises. the graphics were disoriented and there was a pop-up notification saying you needed to upgrade your memory.

you could feel your irritation rise once again, getting tired of this shit as you decided to deal with it tomorrow or something. however, every time you tried to exit the app, it wouldn't let you.

your phone literally froze.

"great. just fucking great." you sarcastically murmured.

not only did you not get the limited cards you wanted, you were broke (in the real world and in lads), you're screwed for your morning classes and your phone is currently on its last breath.

also, you were hungry as fuck right now, craving for some five guys.

"fuck this." you sighed in defeat, settling your phone next to you before laying down to sleep. you figured that eventually your phone would turn off once the battery died, so until then you just turned to the other side and ignored the device.

soon enough, fatigue took over your body as you were slipping away into a deep slumber.

unaware, your phone screen turned off momentarily, before flickering on once again as the screen crackled and glitched before stopping.

data retrieval complete, memory upgrade...

successful.

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you stirred in your sleep, eyebrows pinched together as you felt a cold breeze run across the bare skin of your thighs and arms.

nonetheless, you don't remember leaving your window open, it was the middle of february. you groaned, eyes still shut tight as your hand reached down, trying to locate your blanket.

"comfortable, sweetie?" you heard an oddly familiar, deep voice suddenly speak.

did someone break into your house? and why the hell did your mattress feel so hard and cold?

your eyes shot open, adjusting your blurry vision as you realized you were not in your bedroom. you were laying on the cold, dirt ground and it made you panic.

you helplessly sat up and noticed the long pair of legs in front of your body, making you look up as you saw the towering figure of a man. the night sky was dark, making it hard for you to make out his face.

"who are you? and what the hell am i doing out here?" you asked, but your voice barely came out as a whisper.

a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, before he bent down to come eye-level with you. as soon as you met the bright, ruby red orbs of his foxy eyes; your jaw dropped in horror.

no. fucking. way.

"shouldn't i be the one asking you those questions, sweetie?" sylus smirked, head tilting as he keenly watched your facial expressions.

"you're not real. i'm dreaming, yeah, just a dream that feels too real." you blurt out, a breathy laugh scratching your dry throat, trying to calm yourself from freaking out as your heart leaped to your chest when he directly looked at you.

"a dream, you say? hmph, you're a strange one." he shook his head before grabbing your wrist, bringing your palm to his lips. the warmth of his rough hands, which were definitely double the size of yours, made you shiver due to the contrast of your cold ones. he bit the side of your palm before gently sucking on it, making you jolt from the sudden sensation.

sylus watched you with pure amusement glinting in his eyes.

"you're like a scared little kitten, so expressive." sylus commented, making you swallow harshly.

well, this definitely was not a dream, thanks to sylus's help for that confirmation.

but the question was.... how the hell did you end up here?

suddenly, there was rustling in the distance, making his eyes twitch as he became alert. sylus slightly shifted closer to you, now scanning the area for the intruder.

"miss bodyguard?" with a dramatic gasp, you heard rushed footsteps approach you. it was hard to miss the hues of indigo, pinks and blues in his eyes along with the striking dusky purple hair that was a little more visible thanks to the moonlight.

"r...rafayel?" it felt odd saying his name out loud, it almost made you feel a little schizophrenic.

just a bit.

"duh, who else would it be? what are you doing here in the N-109 zone at this hour. also, the hell are you wearing? so not creative or fashionable." rafayel questioned, of course, not forgetting to throw in his snarky little insults along with it.

"what's wrong with what i'm wearing?" you glared at him.

"it's the middle of february and you're dressed like it's a hundred degrees outside." the lemurian smirked down at you.

you cursed at yourself for going to bed in shorts and a thin shirt. well, to be fair, it's a cute snoopy set. also, who in the hell could've predicted this to happen!?

"she wanted to have a little sleepover with the wanderers that lurk around here." the dragon teased, making your face heat up.

"i did not." you mumbled under your breath.

"uh-huh, you're not really in the position to defend that claim." rafayel egged further.

"whatever, what are you doing here? you usually don't go out of your way to come to the N-109 zone." you tried to change the subject, remembering from his anecdotes that he usually has third party people as his "networks" to gain intel.

"just some business you shouldn't sweat your pretty little head over, cutie. but, you know, we should really talk about what your business is with the leader of onychinus." he cocked an eyebrow, his eyes flickering between you and sylus.

"it's nothing, uh, i don't even know him." you chuckled nervously, making sylus look at you with a sharp look.

"is that so, kitten? you wound me. and here i thought we had something more than just... acquaintances. i guess those nights of naughty touches, kisses and naked glances mean nothing to you, right?" sylus shamelessly bullet-pointed, his tone dropping an octave lower as your cheeks grew warm.

on the other hand, rafayel's eyes widened at the revelation.

"you fucked the leader of onychinus?! woah, woah, woah, pause. what about everything that happened between us?? we had sex in my bathtub, the hotel and don't forget-" he was flabbergasted, only to be cut off by sylus.

"you were messing around with this half-baked fish, sweetie? i'm disappointed in your taste. if you planned on two-timing, you could've selected a better opponent for me. this is just... offensive." he snarked, his red eyes beaming with irritation as he looked at rafayel, who's face grew dark from his brash words.

"what did you say to me, you fucking crow? half-baked fish? i'm the god of tides, a majestic lemurian. you dare to speak to me like that?" rafayel's voice became husky, languid footsteps towards the other man.

"h-hey, hey, let's all calm down. there's a very logical and reasonable explanation, i swear." you tried to mediate between them, but it didn't seem like they planned on giving a flying shit about what you had to say any time soon.

"y/n? there you are. i've been blowin' up your phone for hours. thought a wanderer got to you and i got worried about how i'd pay the rent by myself." xavier walked from the shadows, his words laced with a gentle joke as he approached you and the other two men.

holy fuck, this was not good.

"and who are you guys?" the ash-blonde male asked, eyes narrowing before looking down at you.

"xavier." you meeked, not even knowing what to say anymore.

"why are you seeing other guys, y/n? am i not enough? you know i don't like it when you hide things from me. i thought you learned your lesson after i punished you for choosing lumiere over me." xavier now towered over you, his voice laced with envy as you gulped.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

"xavier, i promise i can explain. this is all just a-" you tried to somehow pull an excuse out of your ass, but your brain was fogging up.

"pipsqueak?"

"y/n? what an odd place to be at during such an odd hour, you left your patient copy in my office."

two other figures emerged from the sides, making your eyes close in disbelief, wishing that you could somehow disappear from the face of earth right now.

why the fuck are they all here.

at the same time.

"you've got to be kidding me." you covered your face with the palm of your hands.

"caleb? i thought you were dead." zayne spoke in a monotone, glancing at his childhood friend.

"wow, i missed you too, zayne." caleb rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his words. however, the small spark of tension barely lasted before caleb looked back at you.

"care to explain why you're in such a dangerous zone at this time? you know you can't hide from me, pipsqueak. what connections do you have here? who are you seeing? was locking you up in the attic not enough for you?" caleb lectured, his voice gruff before zayne decided to add on to the fire.

"you're utterly reckless, your heart condition isn't getting any better." zayned pushed the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

all five on them now circled you, bickering and arguing with each other along with bombarding you with questions. you balled your fists in annoyance and frustration.

"shut up! oh my fucking god, i don't know, okay?! i don't know how i ended up here, so stop asking me. fuckin' hell, i can't even get a moment to breathe or think because all of you little shits won't shut up for a second!" you snapped as you stood up, making all of them look at you with surprised eyes.

you gulped, feeling a little cornered as you have five insanely tall, broad and buff men look down at you; like helpless prey.

caleb was the first person to break the momentary silence, grabbing your arm to pull you towards him.

"let's go home, pipsqueak. i'll cook your favorite tonight since it's valentines day." he smiled, only for your other arm to be tugged backwards as you yelped.

"home? her home is with me, we're roommates. i think you got the wrong person." xavier calmly replied, but his words were laced with venom.

"she's going nowhere with either of you. she's my bodyguard and i need her to come back with me to my studio. y'know, in case some scary wanderers are lurkin' around." rafayel pushed xavier to the side, intertwining his fingers with yours before giving you a charming smile as he attempted to walk off; only to bump into someone.

"i don't think so. she's been out here for so long, i might need to give her an exam to make sure she's okay." zayne cleared his throat, pinching the bridge of his nose.

you felt like you were the rope being tugged in tug-of-war. sylus deeply sighed at the situation and before you knew it; in one smooth swoop you were now in the strong arms of the leader of onychinus.

"what fools. she's in the N-109 zone for a reason. for me, of course. come on, sweetie, you must be freezing. let's go inside." sylus look down at you with a gentle smile playing on his lips.

you groaned, squirming out of his hold as sylus let you, watching you get back on your feet.

"this is ridiculous! you all are acting like a bunch of kids, fighting over me like i'm some kind of toy. none of you own me!" you stood your ground.

"fine, then why don't you choose?" sylus scoffed, crossing his arms. you grew quiet, looking at each of them before averting your gaze to the ground.

"i... i can't." you whispered.

"you can't? or you don't want to?" xavier snickered.

"you're the one who's been toying with us. we deserve an explanation, no?" rafayel grinned.

"explanations are too time-consuming, actions speak louder than words. so, how are you gonna fix it, y/n?" hazel eyes peered at you with intensity through the glass lenses.

oh, you're so fucked.

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everything happened so fast, you didn't know who swiped your panties off or unclasped your bra.

you felt betrayed at how they evilly plotted against you, telepathically agreeing to punish you for your unfaithfulness. what happened to hating each other? so, here you were now, splayed on the soft mattress in sylus's room; like art on a display.

they drank in the sight of you, perky tits spilled out as the smooth glaze of your skin glimmered under the dim lighting of the room. their eyes were full of hunger, eye-fucking you as you grew shy under their intense gazes.

"s-stop staring at me like that." you whined, looking away as your face reddened at the attention.

you felt someone stroking your thighs, making you shudder as you looked in front of you, seeing caleb gripping the supple fat of your plush thighs.

"never knew you were such a dirty little slut, princess. all these years of knowing you... and to think you were capable of this? how naughty." caleb smirked, prying your thighs open as you gasped.

but, your lips would soon be sealed with zaynes as he kissed you roughly. his pillow-soft lips molded with yours, the smacking sound of saliva filled the room. a big, veiny hand came up to cup your cheek gently as he slid his tongue inside your mouth, licking the wet muscle before sucking it.

caleb used his thumb to spread your soaked folds apart, watching the lewd string of your arousal connect them both. your clit was puffy from being neglected, a sheen of wetness covering your cunt; making his mouth salivate. he leaned down, mouth hovering above your pussy.

"fuckin' beautiful." caleb swore under his breath, the warm air fanning above your aching cunt, giving you goosebumps. you moaned into zayne's mouth, feeling caleb's warm and wet tongue lick a fat stripe up your cunt.

"hope you didn't forget about us, cutie." rafayel pouted, licking at your nipple before wrapping his lips on the swollen pebble. sylus soon followed his footsteps, greedily kneading at your other tit before leaning down and pressing open-mouthed kisses on the soft mound.

meanwhile, xavier's lips were buried in your neck as he punished you with licks and bites on the expanse of your unmarked flesh.

"ngh~ xavier!" you whimpered against zayne's lips, the doctor now nibbling on your bottom lip.

he licked the side of your neck before softly clamping his teeth down, suckling and leaving a purplish bruise. as a soothing apology, xavier kitten-licked the fresh mark before moving down to your collarbone with wet kisses.

caleb continued to lap at your wet cunt, his saliva mixed with your juices dripped down his chin. the tip of his tongue circled your clit before suckling on it, making your legs tremble as a moan ripped out of your throat as you tried to close your legs.

"f-fuck.. hnghh.." you cried out, feeling him plant his palms on your inner thighs, forcing you to keep them open. caleb peered up at you from between your thighs, amethyst eyes glaring at you as his lips were glossy.

"don't interrupt me when i'm eating." he huskily spoke before slapping your dripping pussy, producing a wet 'pap!' noise. you yelped because of your increased sensitivity, not having enough time to recover before he dove back in.

with one last wet smooch, zayne released your lips before crawling down right next to his childhood friend. they exchanged a quick look, a mischievous smirk dancing on the colonel's lips.

"oh? was my tongue not enough for you, princess?" he lowly spoke, pinching your inner thigh as you bit your bottom lips.

"ahh... need z-zayne to help... please?" you begged, making him scoff. zayne couldn't help but grin with pride, your words stroking his ego a little.

"you heard her, move." zayne pushed caleb a little to squeeze himself between your legs, taking off his glasses before throwing them to the side. caleb, utterly betrayed, seethed with jealousy.

"so that's how you wanna play? fine." caleb accepted it as a challenge, but of course, he won't let neither of you get the last word.

zayne ignored his little childish outburst, digging in as his scarred hands rested on your lower stomach before his fingers stroked the expanse of it, gently moving to the side to hold your hips; caressing your smooth skin while tracing the faint stretch marks decorating it.

your puffy clit peaked out of your wet slit, making zayne lean down to press a wet smooch on it. you shuddered, mouth gaping open as your breathing quickened. zayne dragged his tongue up your sopping folds slow and languidly, the tip of his tongue digging into your wet pussy. the difference in how zayne and caleb ate you out was clear. caleb liked to eat your honeyed cunt like a starved dog, as if it was his last meal; unlike zayne, who liked to take his time and savor the taste of your sweet cunt.

"mhmmm.... zaynee~" you slurred his name, drunk in pleasure as he took his time to lap at your pussy, suckling and nibbling on your clit. amethyst eyes bore into the back of zayne's head, fuming with anger and envy.

caleb's fingers dug into your thighs, making you wince in pain but soon it deliciously simmered into the pleasure you were getting from zayne's tongue. the colonel snickered, watching how slick your pussy was from saliva and your juices, deciding to toy with you as revenge.

you felt the pads of caleb's middle and ring finger brush against your hole, probing the tight opening. you groan, feeling him push in both fingers at once.

"c-caleb!" you stuttered out, feeling him scissor his fingers in and out of your tight hole; the thickness and length of his digits rubbing you in all the right places.

suddenly, xavier roughly grabbed your jaw, squishing your chubby cheeks in his hands; forcing you to look at him. the expression on his face was dark, eyes clouded with lust and possessiveness.

"you seem to be enjoying yourself, dirty girl. you like having four other guys touch you, hm? this mouth is fucking filthy, maybe i should clean it, yeah?" he smirked, blue eyes sharply peering down at you.

"x-xav.." you were cut off by his grip tightening just a little more, making you wince.

"shhh... not another word, my dumb little girl. now i just wanna hear you gagging on my cock, 'kay?" xavier unbuckled his belt before unzipping his pants. he pulled the waistband of his boxers down, making his hard cock spring against his abs, your eyes widening at the sight.

his dick didn't have a lot of girth, but fuck it was long. xavier tapped the blush pink tip of his leaky cock on your lips, spreading his precum all over them like it was your own personal gloss. his thumb rested on your chin before pulling it down, forcing your mouth to open as he slid his cock in; the ash-blonde male let out a shaky sigh.

both sylus and rafayel continued to paw at your tits, biting and sucking on your nipples. with a lewd 'pop!', they released your swollen bud, eyeing their shared masterpiece as your tits were littered with hickies and trails of saliva.

"why don't you return the favor, sweetie? these cute little hands of yours seem empty." sylus gives you a toothy grin, bringing your hand to the tent forming on his pants, making you palm him through them. a deep groan escaped his lips as your hand stroked him through the rough fabric of his leather pants.

rafayel now sat on his knees by your other side, grabbing your wrist before bringing it up to his lips. he kissed the soft, warm flesh of your wrist; inhaling the scent of your skin as he let out a moan.

"you smell so fucking good. god, it's driving me insane." he breathed out, licking your pulse point before gently biting down on it. rafayel continued to sniff and kiss your wrist, using his other free hand to undo his pants and pull his aching cock out; stroking it as it throbbed in his palms. he teased his slit, spreading the sticky precum all over the tip.

your eager hands fumbled with sylus's belt as you tried to undo it, a little difficult because your mouth was still full of xavier's cock and forced you to maintain eye contact with him; as if looking at anyone else in this room would make his existence perish. but, sylus decided to be kind enough and help you because who is he to deny you?

you dug your hand inside his boxers, eyes widening as you realized that you couldn't even fully grasp his dick. he was fucking hung, thick and long, not lacking in any area. a guttural moan escaped his lips, feeling your soft fingers caressing his balls.

you took out his cock from the confinement of his boxers, stroking the shaft of it as your fingers teased the throbbing vein that ran on the underside curve of his dick. sylus threw his head back in pleasure, a soft whimper heard as his chest heaved.

"feels so fuckin' good, sweetie." he praised, your hand still lazily moving up and down his thick meat.

you felt the tip of zayne's nose nudging your clit, providing more stimulation as he continued his assault on your sopping wet cunt; his tongue flicking at a leisurely pace between your folds. caleb matched the rhythm of zayne's tongue, finger-fucking you with deep and hard strokes.

your moans were muffled by xavier's cock as he drove his hips into your mouth; your cheeks hollowing as you tried to not graze the skin of his dick with your teeth. you could hear the soft grunts and whimpers falling from his lips, eyes closed in bliss as he still had your cheeks firmly squished between his fingers.

"fuck yeah... you were made for this, takin' my cock so well." xavier breathed out, slender fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled your head closer.

you could feel the pressure of zaynes tongue slurping your clit along with caleb's fingers abusing your cervix collide. the familiar knot began to settle in your lower stomach, making your thighs tremble as your eyes screwed shut, toes curling in pleasure.

caleb could feel your walls contracting, you were definitely close and as much as he would love to see you cream all over his fingers; you've been cruelly unfair to him.

xavier lazily opened his eyes, cerulean orbs looking down at you half-lidded. he scoffed, watching your face flush as saliva trickled down the corner of your mouth. you opened your eyes briefly, he watched as they rolled back from the pleasure you were recieving from your childhood friends.

he pulled his cock out of your mouth, glaring down at you.

"nghhh~ p-please..!" you mumbled against his tip, crying out in pleasure as you tried to kick your leg forward to get away from the two men ravaging your pussy. however, both caleb and zayne pinned your legs down.

"focus on me." xavier scowled, and in one swift and hard thrust, his cock slid down your throat as far as you could take him. your eyes blew wide open, as you gagged on his dick. he was being nice earlier, but now you really pissed him off.

you had the nerve to think about those two when he was being kind enough to rinse that dirty mouth of yours with his cock?

"fuckin' ungrateful brat, ignoring me when i'm stuffing this filthy mouth full of my dick." he panted, fucking your face as tears streamed down your face and drool dripped down your chin.

zayne and caleb continued their combined attack, making you scream as your felt zayne sucking on your clit harder while caleb's fingers continued to rub against your walls at a faster pace.

suddenly, all sensation was lost as caleb pulled out his fingers while simultaneously grabbing onto the back of zayne's head with his free hand; yanking his hair back to unlatch his mouth from your weeping cunt. your eyes widened as tears streamed down your face, your hole pulsating at the feeling of nothing.

"only good girls get to cum." caleb darkly chuckled, zayne wincing in slight pain as he swatted the hand that yanked his hair.

"do that again and i'll fucking kill you." zayne murmured, making caleb roll his eyes.

"mmphh...!" your cries were muffled as xavier continued to use your throat as his personal fuckhole. he continued to shove his dick deeper, a small bulge forming on your throat as he pressed against it.

"there we go." xavier grinned sadistically, continuing to chase his high.

"h-hahhh... fuck, gonna cum." he panted, face flushing as he threw his head back, driving his hips forward. you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth, before he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you towards his lower stomach; shoving his cock deep in your throat one last time as your nose was buried in his soft pubes.

"shit.. shit- hnghh... take it- fuck, take it all." xavier moaned, his thick cum painting your throat as he came so much. your mouth became overloaded with his cum, leaking through the corner of your lips as you tried to swallow as much as you could. he pulled out, watching your gasp for air as you coughed.

"what do you say, slut?" he darkly asked.

"t-thank you." you breathed out, voice croaking.

"good girl." xavier smiled wickedly, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb, your tongue peeking out to lick it.

with the intense throat-fucking session with xavier and the cruel denial of your orgasm, you forgot about sylus who was still painfully hard in your hand.

"come on, sweetie, i know you could do better. want some help? yes, no, maybe so?" sylus whispered huskily, leaning down to bite your ear before kissing your temple.

"s-sorry.." you sniffled, still extremely sensitive.

"poor baby, don't cry. i'll help you." he cooed, grabbing your hand before spitting on it. the warm feeling of his spit made you shiver, he brought your hand to his cock; guiding you as you used your spit coated hand to grab his dick again.

this time, his hand firmly stayed on yours, tightening the grip. the silver haired male moaned, moving your joined hands up and down his throbbing cock; fucking your wet fist.

"hnghh... yeah, f-fuck..." sylus panted, thrusting his hips into the makeshift hole he made using your hand. his foxy eyes narrowed, bright ruby orbs rolling back as he rasped out swears from the absolute pleasure he was feeling.

rafayel hovered above your naked torso, his pretty cock resting on the valley between your tits. he grabbed his dick, giving it a few strokes, whimpering at his own touch before looking down at you.

"you're so beautiful." the lemurian whispered through labored breaths, face flushed as his mixed indigo eyes peeked at you through a half-lidded lust-filled stare.

rafayel swallowed harshly, guiding the tip of his leaky cock to your nipple; circling the hard bud as his precum coated it. your breath hitched, watching him use his hard cock to paint streaks of his precum all over the expanse of your hickey-littered chest.

he then spat on his hand, rubbing his spit all over his dick to lubricate it before settling it between your soft tits. using both of his hands, he squished your tits together to squeeze his warm cock between them. the whimper leaving his mouth was almost embarrassing from how loud and needy it was.

without a second more of hesitation, rafayel began to rut his hips forward, thrusting between your tits. he stroked your nipples before using his thumb and index finger, pinching the swollen buds and rolling them between his fingers.

"ahhh~ rafayel! f-feels good...!" you moaned, watching the blush pink tip of his cock peek through your cleavage every time he motioned his hips forward.

"hnghh... love your tits so much, cutie. so soft... so tasty and cute." he breathes out a small chuckled, eyebrows pinched in pleasure as he continued to thrust his cock between your boobs. his precum coated the valley of your tits, making it easier for him to slide between them.

while he continued his ministrations of using your titties to fuck himself, you focused on making sylus cum. you increased the pace of your hands, feeling his hand tightening the grip on yours, the vein on his cock pulsating as frequent deep whimpers left his lips. your thumb caught his slit, teasing it as he could feel his balls tighten.

"hmm... gonna make me cum, kitten." he groans, continuing to pump his cock using your hand until you felt the warm, thick wads of his cum dribble down your fingers. his hands slightly trembled, chest heaving as he tried to compose himself.

"fuck, that was... so hot." sylus chuckled, releasing your hand as he watched you bring your cum covered fingers to your mouth; licking his release as you hummed in approval.

he could feel himself get instantly hard again from such an erotic sight.

"you're mean, darling." he shook his head, making you grin.

you broke away your gaze from sylus, watching rafayel fall apart as he desperately groped your tits.

"h-hahhh... need y..-your help, cutie! please?" he pathetically begged, swallowing harshly as his hips stuttered. rafayel grabbed your wrist once more, smelling your scent and licking your flesh; groaning at how intoxicated you made him feel. the tip of his tongue traced your fingers before encasing them with his soft lips, sucking and biting on your digits; indigo eyes looking at you with a pleading look.

you smirked, knowing that it'd be easy to tease him. you were basically at all of their mercy, but knowing you still had just a little bit of power against him at least; it made your heart beat in your pussy.

"you poor thing, need my help?" you pouted, faux sympathy written all over your face. the others watched in amusement and rafayel's horny-fucked brain couldn't even have the dignity to feel embarrassed.

"p-please... promise i'll be good, so good." he breathed out and you smiled in satisfaction, sitting up before pushing him back. rafayel now sat on the mattress, hungry eyes watching you sit back on your knees.

you leaned down, squishing his cock between your tits before sliding them up and down. rafayel's eyes screwed shut in pleasure, countless of goans and whimpers slipping out of his tongue; showering you endlessly with praise.

"y-yeah cutie, just like that... nghhh~ gonna make me cum." rafayel shamelessly moaned, mouth gape open as his breathing was uneven. you stuck your tongue out, lapping at his tip before wrapping your lips around it; suckling on it as if it was a lollipop.

you rubbed your tits together on his shaft, using your mouth to suck the rest. your drool trickled down from his swollen tip to the squishy tight slit created by your tits; making his cock slide with ease. the sounds produced was obscene, shlick shlick shlick. rafayel could feel his body tremble in pleasure, stroking your hair as his balls twitched.

"gonna cum! h-hahhh... p-please, cutie!" his lips were swollen from how much he bit them. soon enough, his hot cum was painting your tits, dripping down your nipples as his cock throbbed.

"fuck.." rafayel sighed, stroking your cheek as he glanced at what he did.

mentally clicking a picture to remember for the rest of his life when he fucks his fist to the thought of you.

"better?" you innocently batted your eyelashes, looking up at him with a dazed expression.

"you little minx." his breath hitched as you turned your face to the side, catching his thumb between your lips to give it a small suck before biting it playfully.

"you seem to be enjoying yourself a little too much, brat." you heard a daring voice break the moment, looking up to see a mean caleb glowering down at you.

you swallowed harshly, looking at rafayel for some help, but the cheeky lemurian only grinned at you; eyes twinkling with trouble as he moved away.

"you like being used like this, don't you? have you forgotten who's in control here?" now, xavier came into view as he scoffed, taking in your pitiful state.

"i think it's time that you learn your place." caleb suddenly pushed you towards the ash-blonde haired male, making you gasp as you were now sitting on his waist; hands pressed against his bare chest. you could feel the curve of xavier's hard cock press against your ass, making you unknowingly grind against the throbbing length of it to seek for some friction.

"tch, look at you. you're like a fuckin' bitch in heat." xavier snickers, holding down your hips with a bruising grip, making you wince. you felt the tip of his dick slip between your wet folds, his hands maneuvering your hips to help you glide on him. a breathy whimper leaves your lips, feeling his sticky tip caress your achy clit.

you hear the clinking sound of caleb's belt being undone and in what felt like mere seconds; you could feel his warm body heat radiating behind you. his lips grazed your nape, the tip of his nose gliding on your skin. he left wet kisses all over your neck and shoulder, trailing down the deep passage of your spine; making you arch forwards from your increased sensitivity.

xavier on the other hand fondled your tits, pinching and twisting your nipples. his fingers moved down, brushing against your hips. suddenly, you felt his tip prodding your tight hole, making you gulp.

they were all so fucking big and thick, you were wondering how you'd take them all. god, you couldn't even use process of elimination to figure out who'd be less painful to take in.

however, all that thinking flew straight out of your ears as xavier planted his feet on the mattress; harshly thrusting upwards into you. a croaky moan ripped out of your throat, your head lolling back to caleb's chest as you breathed heavy.

although xavier wasn't that thick, he was long as fuck; he couldn't even bottom out fully inside your cunt. you could feel his tip kissing your cervix. while caleb continued to place bite marks and lick at his work, xavier paid no mind to his counterpart; fucking you at a brutal pace.

"hnghh~ a-aahh... xav! w-wait!" you tried to slow him down, but that only made him go faster. he grabbed your hands which were resting on his lower stomach, pulling you forwards as you fell on his chest; away from caleb's touch.

the colonel scowled at the loss of your skin, glaring at the ash-blonde male in front of him. xavier didn't care, his hand finding purchase to the supple fatty flesh on your ass, spanking you hard as you yelped in pain and pleasure. your eyes squeezed shut, trying to form coherent words.

"you know i hate it when you don't look at me while i'm fucking you. open your eyes, y/n." he tapped your face, forcing you to look down at him. you bit your lips, trying to prevent another moan from flying out of your mouth, feeling xavier's cock rub your wet velvety walls just right.

his tip continued to bruise your cervix, his thrusts were deep and hard as he made sure you felt every inch of him in you. a ring of cream began to form at the base of his shaft, your juices dripping down to coat his heavy balls as you felt your thighs burning.

"hope you didn't forget about me, princess." caleb whispered, hovering behind you as you felt him grope your ass cheek. your eyes widened as you felt him spread them, his index finger gently grazing your other untouched tight hole.

"nghh.. wait, caleb! h-hahhh, never did it there before." you confessed, making him chuckle.

"well then, i'm glad to be your first here. don't worry, i'll make sure you're ready for me." caleb's words did seem genuine but rather because of the fact that he was about to touch you and feel you somewhere no one ever has.

you nodded at his words, too fucked out to even care about anything else. you were more focused on cumming, your cunt puffy and weeping from being neglected the last time your orgasm was denied; thanks to caleb.

so, you definitely didn't wanna get on his bad side again.

caleb spat on his fingers, bring it down to your ass before spreading the sticky spit on your hole. you soon felt his wet digit push through the tight ring of muscle, making you wince in pain as you breathed heavily.

"f-fuck... hurts.." you whined, but it would soon dissipate as xavier continued to drill into your pussy, distracting you from the pain of having caleb's finger in your ass.

it took some time but eventually the colonel was able to finger-fuck your ass with two of his fingers, meanwhile, xavier thrusted up into your leaky pussy that sheathed his throbbing cock. the ash-blonde haired male rubbed your clit to provide some more stimulation, your body trembling once you felt caleb withdrawing his fingers from inside you.

caleb sat on his knees, spreading your ass once more before leaning in, the tip of his tongue dragging from where you and xavier were connected; all the way up to your ass hole.

"ah! caleb!" you cried out, feeling him land a glob of spit on the tight hole before pulling away. caleb grabbed the base of his cock, his tip was a reddish-purple; angrily weeping precum as he stroked himself a few times. you could hear him groan behind you before feeling his wet tip squish against your hole.

"c'mere." caleb commanded, a hand coming down to gently grab your jaw, pulling you back to him. he tilts your head up, making you look into his eyes; leaning down to press his lips on yours in a searing kiss.

that's when you felt the burning stretch of his fat tip pushing past the tight ring of muscle in your ass, a pained cry leaving your lips, only to be muffled as he swallowed it; not letting go of your lips. tears pricked your eyes, feeling him slowly feed his cock into your tight ass, inch by inch.

the kiss with caleb was rough and messy, full of tongue and spit. the wet smacking sound of his lips clashing with yours as he drinks in your moans was so erotic. as his cock was now thrusted deep in your ass, he was kind enough to let you adjust to his size. his hand still firmly grabbing your jaw in place to not break away from the kiss while the other played with your tits.

meanwhile, xavier continued to give you nice slow and soft thrusts in your cunt, paying close attention to stimulate your clit. you were so full of both of their cocks, your mind was blank.

all you thought of was dick, dick, dick.

it was embarrassing and greedy, how full they made you feel, how good the burn felt as they both stretched out your holes.

it was definitely a pornographic sight.

as you grew used to having both of them inside you, caleb was the first to quicken his pace, pistoning his hips into you as his cock began to rub your walls. following in suit, xavier tried to match his rhythm, fucking your cunt with more rigor. your mouth gaped wide open, unable to respond to caleb's kiss anymore as you were too cock drunk.

"a-a..ahh! nghh~ feels so good!" you cried out in pleasure, feeling them both rub against the thin barrier that separated the two. you could feel your lower stomach churn in pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you began to drool from the corner of your mouth.

"what a dumb little slut, fucked your brains out already?" you heard xavier darkly chuckle, pinching your clit as you yelped at the sudden sharp sensation.

"p-please... wanna cum so bad! x..-xav.." your throat was parched as you tried to control your breathing, your lower stomach tightening as you could feel the familiar build-up of your orgasm.

"tch, you're moaning his name when i'm stuffing you full of my dick? where are your manners, pipsqueak?" caleb's tone was gravely, glaring at you with a look that could only make your knees grow weak, his grip on your jaw tightening just a little to remind you he was still here; balls deep in you.

"s-sor.. hgnhh.. sorry! please, c..caleb.." you stammered out, feeling the alternating push and withdraw of their cocks syncing together; turning your brain into mush.

displeased with your switch up, xavier yanked you forwards by your arm, squishing your cheeks together.

"you deceitful vixen, running to him when you don't get what you want? i'm the one taking care of this slutty pussy and you have the nerve to beg him? the fuck is wrong with you." xavier seethed with anger, his hips bucking into yours with more intensity; making you wail out in pleasure.

"i'm sor-" you tried to helplessy apologize again, only to be pulled back by caleb; the start of a tug-of-war as if you were a toy.

"don't fucking apologize to him, princess. you're mine, so when i say that you can cum, then you cum." caleb whispered, making you shiver as you sniffled out a cry.

"please.. fuck, please- i can't! t..too much.." you whimpered, making them both scoff.

"you can take it." both caleb and xavier sneered, making you whine.

"ungrateful brat, wanting us both and now you're saying it's too much?" xavier slapped your clit, making you jolt. you felt caleb bite down on your shoulder, the cold metal of his dog tag pressed against your warm, flushed skin.

you felt them twitch inside you, throbbing thick cocks rubbing against your insides. caleb and xavier continued to slide in and out of you, making your body grow hot.

"fuck, fuck, please! s-so close..!" you breathed out, feeling xavier's thrusts grow sloppy as with one final hard thrust; he emptied his balls inside you. his thick, warm cum filled your cunt as you quivered, his hips still rolling back in you.

your head was spinning, both of their scents were intoxicating. their hands were groping, slapping and stroking every bit of skin exposed to their lustful eyes. both caleb and xavier's thrusts held no mercy, battering your cunt and ass as your thighs felt like jelly. you squealed, feeling your walls tightening as you desperately squirmed, trying to lift yourself off and escape.

"where are you going? don't run away, i'm not done yet." caleb yanked you back to him. caleb's grunts and groans got louder by your ear, his arm wrapping around your stomach to hold you down in place; his cock fully in your ass as he shot fat wads of his sticky cum.

before you could process anything, they sadistically exchanged a cruel smirk, pulling out of you as your holes gushed out an obscene amount of their mixed cum.

"n-no! no! hnghh.. w-why.." you sobbed at the loss of contact, the fullness of their cocks gone as your orgasm was destroyed for the second time.

"since we weren't enough, why don't you go ask the others." caleb pushed you to the side, making you collapse on the mattress as tears ran down your cheek.

you looked up and noticed sylus and rafayel looking down at you, an unwavering glint pinned on your ruined form as they waited for your next move. it was humiliating, how you were begging them to let you cum; but it was too much.

you were going insane, needing some relief.

you weakly crawled to sylus and rafayel, sniffling as your body began to shake. your thighs were dripping with xavier and caleb's cum, your messy holes pulsing and aching.

"sy.. raf.. please, make me cum. i-i... i promise i'll be a good girl." you desperately pleaded, fat teardrops running down your flushed cheeks; making them both groan as your pathetic state only made their cocks harden.

"poor little kitten, they were so mean to you, weren't they?" sylus cooed as he wiped your tears away, tone honeyed with gentleness but with an undertone of mischief.

you nodded helplessly, leaning into his touch as you nuzzled your cheeks into his palm. you kissed the inside of his hand, licking the warm and rough skin.

just like a kitten.

sylus grinned at your antics, amused at how compliant you were. however, he wasn't that mean; he'd humor you.

"need us to make her feel better, cutie?" rafayel teasingly spoke, long fingers running across your slit as you whimpered; the tip of his digits circling your clit.

"mmphh, y-yes... please.." you bit down on your lip, tasting the metallic taste of blood.

"alright, sweetie. we'll help you." sylus chortled, leaning against the headboard. he grabbed your hips, spinning you around in one fluid motion, your back now facing him. he then lifted you up before placing you on his waist, as if you weighed nothing.

you yelped as sylus hooked his beefy arms under your thighs, pulling them up to your head; putting you in a mean full nelson. the sudden pressure and stretch made your cunt gush out more of the cum that was fucked into you earlier, soaked pussy lips spread apart as you were now exposed and on display in a very vulnerable position.

"s-sylus!" you shyly meeked, making him hum.

"what? don't be selfish, sweetie. you know the fish is an artist, let him see this masterpiece." sylus bit your earlobe.

rafayel settled between sylus's legs, now in front of you as he shamelessly stared at your messy folds. he salivated as it took everything in him to not just lean down and makeout with your tempting cunt.

"stop lookin'." you whined, feeling how intense his gaze was. however, rafayel just gave you a breathy chuckle.

"why not? she's sooooo pretty." he licked his lips, flashing you a boyish grin, making your heart leap into your throat.

the lemurian lowered his head, pressing gentle kisses on your soft stomach, dragging his lips up your navel until he reached your tits. he sighed in bliss, smoothering his face between your boobs as he kissed and licked the mounds of flesh.

his dick rested on top of your pussy, sticky tip parting your folds as he rutted his hips; sliding the length of his cock against your slick covered cunt. his tip repeatedly nudged your clit, rubbing it as you moaned in bliss from the heavenly contact.

your hand found purchase in his dusky, purple hair; carding your fingers through his soft locks. you tugged on his hair, making him moan as the vibration rumbling from his lips were felt on your nipple as he sucked; making you choke out a moan.

the silver haired male kissed your temple, smiling.

"come on, sweetie, need you to hold your legs up for me so i can take care of you." his voice was groggy, releasing your legs before grabbing your hands to help you lift them as you obeyed.

"there you go, good girl." sylus praised, grabbing the base of his cock, swiping it a few times between your messy folds, nudging his tip on your hole. you moaned at the feel of his cock deliciously rubbing against your aching pussy.

"p-please... nghh- no more teasing." you were breathless, feeling rafayel once again capture your nipple in his mouth, suckling as if his purpose in life was to worship your tits.

"if you say so, sweetie." sylus compliantly shoved his inches in you, feeding your greedy hole his hard dick. your jaw dropped, eyes rolling back as his fat girth stretched your cunt; sliding in with ease because of your arousal along with xavier and caleb's shared cum.

rafayel watched your hole eagerly swallow up sylus's cock, gulping at the sight as his dick was painfully hard; globs of precum dripping onto your clit.

"so tight even after all that? how cute." sylus lets out a huff, slowly moving his hips upwards to give you some slow and deep strokes; tip squishing against your cervix.

"h-hnghh... fuck... feels so good, sy." you moaned, turning your head to the side to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. he happily accepted, sucking on your bottom lip before swiping his tongue against it for permission to explore your mouth.

his hands firmly grabbed your hips before planting his feet on the mattress, grounding both himself and you before pounding upwards into your dripping cunt. your mouth flew open from his sudden shift in pace, and he took that chance to shove his tongue in your mouth; exploring every cavern and crevice. both of your tongues mingled and tangled, sucking and licking as drool trickled down your chin.

"fuck, cutie... you look so hot like this; it's tempting. i can't let the crow have all the fun now, can i?" rafayel's fingers stroked your thigh, leaning down to kiss your plush thighs, gently biting the soft skin.

"ahhh... raf.." you whimpered, biting your lip as you feel his tip poke your ass hole. you released one of your legs, pressing your foot on his chest to stop him.

"hm?" the lemurian tilts his head in confusion at your sudden action, stopping his advances.

"n-not there... need you and sy at the same time.." you licked your dry lips, words barely coming out as a whisper. rafayel's eyes widened at your request, sylus's ruby orbs mirroring the same bewilderment.

"naughty girl, you want us both in this sweet cunt of yours? you think you can handle it?" sylus teased, a cocky smirk painted on his lips.

you nodded frantically, your foot running down rafayel's chest as you looked up at him with a cheeky smile; eyes barely open as you gazed at him with a dazed look.

"i can handle it, p-promise." you assured, making rafayel grin.

"well you heard her, crow. make some space." he grabbed the base of his shaft, now aligning his cock with your hole that was already occupied with sylus's thick cock. the silver haired male scoffed, rolling his eyes before momentarily stopping his thrusts; letting rafayel ease into you.

a screamish-moan ripped out of your throat, your walls clamping instinctively on both of their cocks; both men grunting in response as the space became tighter. your eyes swelled with tears, the salty warm fluid streaming down your cheeks as you tried to adjust to the painful stretch of having two giant cocks lodged in your cunt at the same time.

"shh... there, there, pretty girl. it's okay." rafayel tried to console you, his words barely making it to a full sentence before his voice betrayed him; a strangled whimper slipping off his tongue.

"i gotcha, sweetie." sylus mumbled against the skin of your nape, his hand snaking around your waist, fingers finding your clit as he began to rub soothing circles on the bundle of nerves to distract you.

the both of them allowed you to adjust to their cocks, providing additional stimulation to help you relax so that your walls aren't as tense. rafayel's teeth grazed your nipples, teasing and flicking the pebbled buds while sylus's fingers worked their magic to affectionately pinch and stroke your clit.

"nghh~ feels good... hnnghh- need more." you whined, moving your hips on your own accord, wincing as you could feel both of their dicks rubbing against your velvety wet walls.

"ya sure you're ready, cutie? we have all night." rafayel let out a shaky laugh, half-joking.

"moveee." you bucked your hips, making sylus chuckle.

"someone's impatient, not that i mind." with that being said, sylus once again began to slowly thrust into your pussy. he grunted, feeling his cock graze against rafayel's, the sensation feeling a little weird but he ignored that fact.

rafayel moaned at the sudden friction, his hand wrapping around your calf to push it by your head; mirroring your other leg which you still held up obediently. rafayel leaned closer, pressing against you before latching his lips onto your; kissing you senselessly.

you moaned into his mouth, feeling the both of them pistoning into your tight, dripping hole. rafayel hissed as he felt your fingers tug his hair, angling your jaw to deepend the kiss.

the room was full of wet skin slapping followed by the lewd sound of your pussy gushing out your juices; coating their cocks in your arousal as it dribbled down to their balls. rafayel's lips continued to suck and kiss at your swollen and bitten once; his tongue suckling with yours before pulling away as a string of saliva connected you two.

he pushed himself off of you, bringing the leg he held for you towards him. he kissed your ankle, running the tip of his tongue down to your calf before kitten-biting the flesh of it.

"mmphh... you taste so fucking sweet." rafayel swore under his breath, thrusting his cock deeper into your weeping hole. sylus followed in suit, both of their tips bruising your cervix.

"shit... you're taking us both so well, sweetie." sylus praised, now matching the movement of his fingers that were once leisurely rubbing your clit to the pace of his thrusts.

in seconds, everything shifted.

their gazes darkened, clouded with need and hunger. you squealed, feeling both sylus and rafayel thrusting in and out of your cunt with no mercy as their movement didn't falter.

not once.

they were so perfectly synced together, as if they were one.

"a-ahhhh~... f-fuck! please, please, please! so close... god! i'm gonna cum!" you choked on your tears as you sobbed, the pleasure you were feeling was intense.

your eyes rolled back, toes curled as you were gasping for air. both men grunted and moaned; focusing on chasing their high.

"how bad you want it, kitten?" sylus groaned, fucking his hips upward as you whimpered.

"so bad, fuck, need it so bad!" you desperately answered, convinced that you wouldn't survive another ruined orgasm.

"yeah? ask nicely, where are your manners, cutie?" rafayel snickered, driving his hips into your; pelvis meeting yours with brutal thrusts that made your body jerk.

"h-hahhhh... oh my god...- please, please, please. let me cum? i promise i'll be good, so fuckin' good. please raf... sy... need it so bad." you threw out every last ounce of dignity within yourself to beg them with your last bit of voice.

both men, clearly satisfied with your answer, feed your cunt with their cocks using an unforgiving pace of thrusts. rafayel's hips were a bit sloppier, but they were fast and needy, like he was scared that you'd disappear. in contrast, sylus's pace was slow but his thrusts were hard and deep; making sure his tip met your cervix with every movement of his hips.

"fuck, fuck, fuck..." the silver haired male let out a guttural moan, eyes screwed shut as he could feel his cock pulsate; vein twitching as blood flowed with adrenaline.

rafayel shamelessly moaned on top of you, panting like a dog as he continued to fuck his dick into your wet hole.

"open your mouth." he demanded and too fucked out to even decipher his intentions, you obeyed. rafayel spat into your mouth, the thick glob of spit coating your tongue before you swallowed it.

"good girl." rafayel grunted, feeling his balls tightening as he was close to cumming as well.

your stomach knotted, the build-up of your orgasm even more stronger as your gummy walls clamped down on their cocks viciously.

"auughh~ i'm cumming! fuck.. hnghh..." you choked out a moan, eyes screwed shut as hot liquid squirted out of your cunt; coating rafayel's lower abdomen. you creamed on their cocks, body twitching as you feel both of them creampie you; shoving their sticky and gooey cum deep into your womb.

your juices and their cum dripped down your thigh, coating sylus's balls as you could hear his breathing become uneven from the aftermath of such intense pleasure. rafayel collapsed on top of you, still mindful to not crush you with his entire weight.

"so tired..." he childishly whined, biting your nipple playfully as you huffed.

"you're heavy, raf, get off." you grumbled, making him pout as he smoothered his face between your boobs once again.

"nah, you're too soft." he argued, making you roll your eyes.

"i feel sticky and gross.." you mumbled, noticing how the room was a bit more quieter. xavier was passed out on the couch and caleb left the room a few minutes ago for whatever reason; zayne watching the whole scene intently from the edge of the bed.

you locked eyes with him, noticing the slight blush on his face. he cleared his throat, looking away.

"perhaps a hot shower might be nice." he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"yeah, it does sound tempting." you hummed.

"need some help, sweetie?" sylus offered, but his tone had a hint of mischief.

"i got it." zayne suddenly spoke up, walking over to where you were sandwhiched between rafayel and sylus. he pushed the groggy lemurian over, making him groan.

"hey! i was comfy." rafayel complained, making the doctor roll his eyes.

"it's my place, surely i know my bathroom better." sylus snickered, making zayne narrow his eyes.

"if i could perfom hundreds of heart surgeries, i'm sure i can figure out how to work your damn shower." zayne snarked back with an equal amount of bite, making the silver haired male smirk.

"touche, she's all yours, doc." sylus chuckled.

zayne sighed, scooping you up in his arms before heading into the bathroom; locking the door behind him.

"you look... fucked." he blurted out, making you laugh at his dry comment.

"wow, thanks, i didn't know." you playfully rolled your eyes, making him crack a small smile.

"that was... intense. after you shower, i could get you some painkillers to help with any soreness. can you stand?" zayne asked with a flicker of concern in his hazel orbs, settling you on your legs and lightly loosening his grip; only for your knees to wobble as you held onto his bicep for support.

"i guess not." he answered his own question, making you chuckle.

"mind helping me out, doc?" you asked, peering up at him with a girly smile. zayne felt his heart skip a beat, heat creeping up to his neck.

it's not like this would be his first time being intimate with you, but you still made him feel incredibly nervous.

"if you insist, then i don't mind." his tone was soft and gentle. you smiled at his agreement, taking off his glasses. you leaned onto the sink for support, watching him undo his tie before unbuttoning his shirt; revealing his chiseled chest.

fuck, his physique was like a greek god.

he undid his belt, zipping down his pants before kicking them off together with his boxers; his cock springing to life as his pinkish tip was a little swollen while dripping with precum. you leaned forwards, now pressed against him as your bare chest rubbed against his.

zayne groaned at the intimate skinship, his cock rubbing against your soft thighs. your hand reached down, grabbing the shaft as you experimentally gave it a few strokes.

"let me take care of you." your voice was a bare whisper, making him shudder. but, to your surprise, he shook his head.

"no, you don't have to do this for me, i'll get myself off or something. just ignore it, okay?" zayne tried to convince you, but it only made you frown.

"but i want to... i've been wanting to feel you the whole night." you pressed soft kisses along his jawline, making him swallow harshly as you saw his adam's apple bob.

"then let me make it up to you since that bastard pulled me away from you. i'll make you feel good, baby." he lifted your hips, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as his cock was now nestled between your folds.

he walked inside the shower, pulling the glass doors to close it before turning on the water; adjusting the temperature. you cupped his face, pulling him closer to yours to seal his lips with yours.

zayne moaned into your mouth, molding his lips with yours as he softly kneaded your ass. your tongue poked his bottom lip, seeking for entry which he happily granted. you kissed him with a needy vigor, sucking his tongue as you stroked his wet jet black hair.

pulling away breathlessly, zayne looked down at you with swollen lips. he attacked your neck with kisses, making your whimper as you felt his tongue graze your flesh, softly tracing the hickies left on your skin with the tip of his tongue. he moved down to your tits, sucking your nipples as your hand held the back of his head; pushing him closer as you moaned.

"mhmm... feels so good, zayne." you praised, watching him tug your nipple between his teeth before giving it a deserving suck. he soon lets go of your swollen bud, hazel eyes meeting yours.

"i'll be gentle, okay?" he assured, making your chest feel warm and fuzzy as you nodded; wrapping your arms around his neck.

zayne grabbed the base of his cock, tapping your clit a few times, making you jolt. he smirked at how responsive your body was, aligning his tip with your hole. with a firm grip on your hips, he begin to sink you down on his hard cock, slowly shoving his inches inside you.

your mouth formed an 'o' shape as your eyes shut tight, feeling full as he bottomed out.

"s-so full.." you moaned, feeling him slowly thrust inside of you as the curve of his dick molded so perfectly in your wet walls. you clenched down on him, making him grunt at the sudden tightness.

"you feel so good, babygirl." zayne whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek and temple before sliding you up and down his dick. you rested your head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent as you kissed his neck.

this felt so new compared to what happened just minutes ago. the others fought over you like you were some piece of meat to claim; but zayne treated you like you were made of glass.

he was so gentle with his touches and strokes, you could almost cry.

zayne's tip nudged your cervix with every push of his hips, now having you pressed against the wall to have a better hold of you so that he can drive his hips into yours faster. your cunt weeped with arousal, gummy walls coated with his precum.

his thrusts were sharp yet slow, making sure it applied the right amount of pressure and friction to make you feel like you were seeing stars. his balls slapped against your ass, your nipple between his lips.

"hnghh.. love your cock, zyane. g-gonna cum.." you let out a shaky breath, clenching down on him as your increased sensitivity betrayed your body, not allowing you to hold onto your orgasm for too long.

"it's okay, baby. you can cum." he grunted against the wet skin of your tits and you didn't realize how intimate and erotic the whole sight was.

a choked out whimper escaped your throat, your cunt clamping down on him as you squirted all over his cock. your body twitched and trembled at your orgasm, panting as you leaned against his chest.

"shit, please... i need you to fill me up." you begged and that's all it took him to bust a fat load of his thick, hot cum inside your hole.

"fuck.." he swore and god it sounded so hot coming from his mouth.

the bathroom was filled with the sounds of uneven breathing and the running showerhead.

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you stirred awake, groaning as you now laid on your back. sunlight beamed into your room, making your eyes burn as you tried to crack one of them.

"fuckin' hell.." you cursed under your breath, adjusting your vision as you sat up on your bed. your head was swirling as you held it in pain, wincing.

it was all a dream.

you slapped yourself, not believing how delusional you became to believe that whatever the hell that was could be reality.

"yeah, i'm losing it." you sighed deeply, scratching your head. you tapped your phone screen, reading the time as your eyes blew wide open.

fuck, it was well past noon, meaning you missed your morning classes already.

"you're kidding me." you huffed out in annoyance, leaning back on the headboard as you unlocked your phone.

you saw the many, many, many missed calls from your best friend; making you snort.

as you swiped through your applications, your eyes fell on the love and deepspace icon. memories of your strange dream replayed fresh in your memory, your body weirdly aching.

you brushed off those thoughts, clicking the icon as you wondered if infold fixed those weird bugs and glitches by now. you were surprised to see the app back into shape, running in good quality as you logged in with ease.

"huh, weird." you mumbled to yourself, calmly collecting your daily’s.

until you realized you had five undread messages.

hey pipsqueak, hope you're not still mad at me for being a bit mean to ya. i'll cook for you when you come back :p

hope you're not missing me too much, sweetie. come back and i'll take you for a joyride.

cutieeee! i miss you already :C come back soon, okay? need my personal pillow back.

if your throat is still sore, come back so we can have hotpot together. it'll be my treat.

have you taken those painkillers like i told you to?

your jaw was wide open, not believing your eyes. these texts seemed way too real to be automated.

"what the fuck." you quickly opened your front camera, only to see the faint purplish marks decorating your neck.

holy shit, all of that was real.

a smirk etched on your face as you quickly tapped the facetime app, ringing the only person you knew could stand this news and have a silver of faith in you to be convinced.

"finally decided to call me back? thought you died in your sleep or something." your best friend nagged at you, making you chuckle.

"you won't believe what happened last night." you giggle, making her roll her eyes at you.

"let me guess, you had a dream about all the lads guys fucking your brains out." she responded with a bored voice.

"even better."

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a/n: hehe, if you made it to the end, kuddos to you cuz rereading through this was a pain the ass. if you couldn't tell by now, this was very self-indulgent, so i got carried away. hope you guys enjoyed it tho!!

[missdynamighttt]

acidentally snooping on bf! katsuki's phone and seeing something... kinky.

you were just on katsuki’s phone, playing subway surfers. you honestly didn’t even remember because the moment you accidentally swiped to his notes app, your eyes landed on a particular note titled “shit to try w/ her” and curiosity got the best of you.

at first, you thought it was something mundane—maybe new date ideas, training routines, or even a new recipes. but as soon as you opened it, your face went hot.

because it was a list. a very detailed list of all the filthy things katsuki wanted to do to you. some of it was stuff you’d already done—rougher, filthier things that had you squeezing your thighs together just remembering them. but then there were the others. the things he clearly hadn’t brought up yet.

shit to try w/ her

- overstimulating her (worse than usual. she looks so pretty when she cries on my dick)

- mirror sex while making her watch (want her to see how fuckin’ pretty she looks fallin’ apart.)

- recording it (for us only).

- thigh riding while i just sit back and watch (bet she'd whine so fuckin pretty too)

- more praise. (she likes that. she gets all shy. cute as fuck.)

- see how many times i can make her come in a single night.

your eyes widened at that last one. oh.

you kept scrolling, your thighs pressing together involuntarily. you knew katsuki was a freak, but seeing it written out like this, with all the little notes and thoughts he’d clearly been holding onto—made your breath hitch.

this was… a lot. not that you were opposed to most of it, but the fact that katsuki was sitting on this list, keeping it to himself, planning? that was almost hotter than the list itself.

you were still staring at the screen when you heard the bathroom door open. before you could react, a shadow loomed over you.

“the fuck you doin’?” katsuki’s voice was gruff, but he sounded relaxed—like he was toweling off his hair as he walked into the room.

you scrambled to lock his phone, but it was too late. the second he saw the look on your face, the way you were gripping his phone like you’d just uncovered a government secret, his eyes narrowed.

“…what did you see?” his voice was cautious now, tinged with suspicion.

you slowly turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “me? what are you doing making a list of all the filthy things you wanna do to me?”

katsuki froze .a slow, deep flush crept up his neck, spreading to his ears. his jaw clenched, his hands twitching at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he should snatch his phone away or act like nothing happened.

“…you weren’t supposed to see that.”

your smirk widened. “oh? and when was i supposed to?”

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “dunno. when i fuckin’ brought it up.”

you leaned in, voice teasing. “well, damn. didn’t know you had all these filthy little fantasies about me.”

“shut up,” katsuki sputtered, face burning, his hand swiping for the phone. he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “fuckin’ kill me.”

you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “y’know, all you had to do was ask, baby.”

his fingers dug into your waist, his jaw clenching. “don’t—”

“i can’t believe you wrote it all down,” you teased breathlessly. “you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

katsuki groaned, muffled against your neck. “i’m gonna kill you. you keep runnin’ that mouth, and i’ll start checkin’ shit off that list right now."

you bit your lip, feeling bolder. “you know… we could. cross something off the list.”

his eyes snapped to yours, darkening in an instant.

“…get on the bed.”

and then, without another word, he crushed his lips against yours and, well—you did end up checking something off that list that night. particularly, the last one.

you lost count somewhere after the third orgasm, but katsuki didn’t. oh no, he kept track. every time your body seized up, every time you sobbed his name, every time you gasped that you couldn’t take anymore—he whispered the number into your ear like a reminder.

“four,” he’d growled, dragging his thumb over your swollen clit. “look at you, fuckin’ cryin’ for me.”

“five,” he rasped later, his grip on your thighs tightening when you tried to squirm away. “told ya you could give me more.”

by the last one, your body was boneless, your voice gone, and your mind a hazy blur of pleasure. katsuki finally relented, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his chest.

you felt his lips press against your temple, his breathing uneven as he whispered, “fuckin’ champ.”

the morning after, you were sprawled across katsuki’s chest, his arm draped lazily around your waist as the sun peeked through the curtains. your entire body ached in the best way possible.

you groaned softly, shifting to get more comfortable, and his chest rumbled with a low chuckle, his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. "you alive?"

"barely," you mumbled into his chest. "my legs hate you."

he chuckled, the sound vibrating beneath your cheek. "told ya you could take it."

you huffed a laugh, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. his crimson eyes were soft in the morning light, the usual sharpness replaced with warmth—and just a hint of smug pride.

“well, i didn’t know you were gonna go for the damn world record,” you teased. “how many times was it?”

his smirk deepened. “seven.”

your jaw dropped. “seven?”

“mhm,” he squeezed your waist. “you were real fuckin’ cute, too. cryin’, beggin’, squeezin’ me like that. thought you were gonna pass out on number six.”

your cheeks burned. “oh my god, stop.”

“why? can’t handle hearin’ how fuckin’ pretty you were last night?”

you covered your face with your hands, groaning. but katsuki was having none of it—he pried your hands away and pinned them to the mattress, leaning down until his lips brushed yours.

“seven,” he repeated against your mouth, grinning when you squirmed beneath him. “and next time? we’re goin’ for eight.”

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[lixies-favorite-cookie]

𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧・l.m

—there were two things in the world that challenged your intellectual ability one: AP US History and two: lee minho. what are you going to do when he catches you cheating, and grabs your thigh, forcing you to give him the answers too.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠・minho x reader // 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬・academic rivals to lovers, sexual tension // 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬・1.5k // 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬・thigh touching, squeezing, and kissing, very slight bruising, cheating on tests, slight language, he gets on his knees, this is lowkey freaky, no actually Minho gets on his knees and kisses your thigh.

𝐚/𝐧・guys i'm kinda shy about this bc it was not supposed to be this freaky, but I had this thought like four months ago and it just kind of...unraveled 🙈 idk how I feel about this I like the idea of it but I feel like it flows weird idk might just be a me problem plus I needed to get it out of my drafts so 😗

If you really think about it—it isn't your fault that the curriculum was impossible to learn, the school board was practically begging you to cheat.

Besides, the whole testing system was pointless anyway. You couldn’t accurately quantify knowledge with a few bubbled answers. And if your teacher hadn’t made this test 40% of your grade, you might’ve actually been able to understand. But no— the stress alone had made sure of that.

For a second, you naively convince yourself you actually have a chance. Then you read the first question—and realize you're royally fucked.

It isn’t just one thing; no, the universe spreads a thick layer of icing all over your 'I’m fucked' cake, because not only is the test 100 questions of pure agony, but you’re sitting next to none other than Lee Minho—Yale's wet dream and your life long rival.

He shifts beside you, bubbling in the answers with infuriating ease. It was enraging—how calm he was, how even though his eyes were trained on the paper in front of him, it still felt like he was making calculated moves against you.

You grind your teeth, reading and rereading the questions until you go cross-eyed. It just didn't make sense. Why were there so many dates? Who were all these people? Why couldn't you seem to remember anything? The ink on your thigh screams at you, itching to pull up your skirt and color all the correct answers.

It was stupid, completely idiotic to even consider giving in to the temptation, but you had no other choice. You couldn't fail this test. You steal a glance at Minho, making sure he’s still peacefully, obnoxiously distracted with being perfect, before sliding your skirt up to reveal the answer key you wrote last night. With a deep breath, you fill in the correct answers, stealing paranoid glances at the teacher every other question.

You're almost done. Just a few more. But then—a tingle runs down your spine.

You could practically taste the smirk on his face the minute his gaze lands on your thighs. You stiffen, holding your breath as if that might magically make you disappear. Unfortunately, your efforts are to no avail.

Minho must have been waiting for a moment like this for years—a classic got'ya moment. It was perfect, practically presented to him on a silver platter. You clench your eyelids and except the worst, for him to stand up and announce to the class your humiliating defeat, to strut up to the teacher and flush your entire life away.

And yet, the moment passes by. His gaze never wavers, instead it gets heavier—needier, fire licking up your spine. You can feel the heat of his breath fanning across your cheek as he leans in—so close, too close.

"Is that what I think it is?" That cocky little bend in his lips grows as he watches you fumble to yank the skirt back down, shooting him a nasty side-eye.

"No," you say steadily—almost convincing yourself.

"No?" His voice is low, laced with amusement, but there's something else there, something strained. "Then let me see."

"No." You scoff, pulling your leg away from him. He presses his tongue against his cheek, both frustrated and annoyed.

"So fuckin’ stubborn." His voice drops, and suddenly, the space between you vanishes. His fingers capture your thigh, prying them apart with a hot, deliberate pressure. Your breath hitches—the heat of his palm seeping into your flesh, spreading up, up, up.

You want to gasp, to smack his hand away, and scream bloody murder; but the other part of you, the other small microscopic part of you relishes in his touch—leaving you dizzy and breathless.

His hand never moves, even as he copies the answers down—his fingers a steady pressure against your soft flesh. You hate the way your pulse betrays you, hammering against your ribs like thunder.

You twitch—just enough for him to notice, just enough for him to squeeze hard. You fight not to gasp, your stomach twisting with something you don’t dare name. He doesn’t say another word. He doesn’t have to. You feel it.

Don’t you dare move.

You don't breathe—not until he's already finished the work, releasing your thigh and walking up to the teacher; sliding his test into the professor's hands with an infuriatingly perfect smile. The teacher returns his smile ten times brighter, both pleased and impressed, bowing politely to dismiss him back.

It takes five seconds before your brain catches up with your body, jaw dropping in utter disbelief—Minho was the first one to turn in his test, making him the first to get a perfect score, therefore putting him slightly above your soon-to-be perfect score—which means he beat you.

"What the hell was that?" you spit. Minho doesn’t spare you a glance as he slips back into his seat, swiveling around with a smirk on his face and his tongue in his cheek.

"What, 'that,' are we talking about? My undeniable victory, or how slow this class is?" Minho muses, throwing his feet onto the desk, and tipping his chair back as if the whole scheme was a piece of cake. You were ready to punch him square in his freakishly perfect jaw.

"You are unbelievable—" You don’t get to finish your scornful sentence before the bell rings. The class erupts from their seats, filing to the front. There was so much you wanted to do, but you couldn’t—your hands were tied, tight, painfully behind your back. So instead, you do the only thing you can: turn in that stupid test.

When you get back to your desk, you find Minho leaning against his, a cocky smirk still playing on his pretty pink lips.

"Oh, you're just loving this, aren't you?" you spit venomously, stuffing supplies back into your bag with a little extra vigor. Minho cocks his head, standing up a little straighter. "Loving beating you? Yeah, you could say that."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "You couldn’t have done it without the answers I wrote on my thigh." At the mention of your thigh, Minho’s gaze tilts downward. His entire demeanor transforms—once cocky and proud, now washed away in an instant—something softer taking its place, something you couldn’t quite place.

Gently, disarmingly, Minho brings his palm to your waist, guiding you to sit on one of the desks behind you. "What—" you begin, but he beats you to it, asking, "Did I do this?" Confused, you look down at the mark in question—darkened fingerprints ghosting over your skin where his fingers had pressed a little too hard.

You swallow. "I didn't notice it."

"Does it hurt?" he frowns, gingerly brushing the bruise forming on your thigh. His voice is uncharacteristically soft, almost as if he's actually concerned about your well-being.

"Yeah, kind of," you wince, but you don't move from his soft touch. His lips press into a thin line, the slight furrow of his brows deepening with guilt.

"What, you wanna kiss it, make it feel better?" you joke, a weak attempt to ease the tension. He pauses for a moment, then, in one swift motion, drops to his knees before you.

You gasp, a quick, trembling breath that melts the words in your throat. His eyes stay locked on yours, the weight of his gaze heavy as he inches closer, mouth nearing your thigh. You hold your breath, heart hammering against your ribs. He takes his time—two agonizing seconds stretching into hours. His breath is hot against your skin, before his lips finally brush the bruise, leaving a gentle kiss in its wake.

"There, all better," he says, standing back up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder, nonchalantly. He doesn't say another word, simply waltzing out the door like he didn't just leave you a spaghetti noodle, all slippery thoughts and wobbly limbs.

You stand there, jaw in the center of the earth, gripping the edge of the desk so hard it threatened to crack. The class had filed out ages ago, leaving you to regather your thoughts in sweet silence.

You still feel his lips, hot and gentle, against the flesh of your thigh—reliving the moment over and over and over again. You couldn't bear to look at him, weeks into the future, still dizzy and disoriented, struggling to focus with him so close beside you. Minho knew, no matter how much you hated that thought. Minho knew, he saw how your grades started slipping, how slowly your comebacks started getting shorter, sweeter, a little bit more flirtatious.

That was his plan the entire time; because, even on his knees—Minho held all the pieces.

cookie owns this. thank you.

RAAAA its been a hot minute since I've posted something but I hope you liked this (if you did seriously consider reblogging with tags it helps my motivation and self-esteem so so soooo much.

[cutehoons02]

Kiss me, don't say no!

*pairing: pervy idol Jake x writer tumblr Girl

*trope: frat boy x good girl

*synopsis: What if your favorite idol and bias discovered your Tumblr account where you wrote cute and adorable one-shot about him but also spicy? You always dreamed of going to a fan meeting of the Enhypen but what would happen if Jake had written for days in anonymous pretending to be a fan of the enhypen and then made you realize that you were writing with him and he would want to recreate those one-Spicy shot you wrote about him?

*tags: Lots of tension, fluffy, Jake slowly becomes more and more obsessed by the protagonist, white lies, possession, jealousy, the protagonist is a pretentious shy, they are both perverts, inspired by one-shot and reading, manipulation, masturbation (f.receives) touch, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) +18,pet names (good girl,angel) (jakey)

Sunghoon pt Heeseung pt

(English is not my native language)

8k (🎀)

Jake was bored. And when Jake was bored, he could only do two things: annoy the group members until he threw a pillow in his face... or get lost in the meanders of social.

Lying on the bed of his hotel room, with hair still wet after a shower and phone in hand, he was lazy on Twitter until he saw a trade of a fan account on him that posted one-shots that could be read on Tumblr and the top 10 and there were for each one-shot link and when he entered the page of Tumblr it jumped out at him: #Enhypen x Reader.

Curious, clicked and his timeline immediately filled with scenes, gifs, fanart, and especially fanfiction about them. He was used to seeing the name of Heeseung or Sunghoon at the top of those charts, but when his eyes fell on #Jake x Reader, his interest lit up instantly.

And then he saw it.

A blog with a cute icon and a sweet username that had fanfiction number one: "Vampire Jake: My Predator".

He just had to slide a few lines and feel a shiver running down his back.

"His red eyes shone in the darkness as his warm body trapped me against the wall. His breath was irregular, the canines were touching my bare neck while his fingers were gripping my life with an almost animalistic possessiveness."

Jake swallowed it. For a moment, his shy side pushed him to close everything, but his curiosity - and, okay, maybe something else - prevented him from looking away.

He continued reading, the heartbeat in his chest. The way you described it... the sweet tone, but also incredibly spicy... He made him blush to the ears. You had written about him as a dangerously seductive vampire, someone unable to follow for the desire to taste his prey: his girlfriend. Is it the worst? It almost seemed that you knew him.

When he finished reading the one-shot he thought: Wow this girl seems to know me so well for just being a fan of mine!

Then, scrolling through the other stories in your profile and seeing the number of likes and comments was quite famous, he realized that this was not an isolated case.

"Boyfriend Jake (But he’s a Pervert)"

"Golden Retriever Jake (But he’s Obsessed with You)"

"Jake Sim and the Thousand Excuses to Touch His Girlfriend"

He almost laughed. Almost because his head was now full of images... and questions. Who the hell were you? And how did you write such things about him with such confidence?

And with a clever smile, he had an idea: Jake had always been the type to be carried away by instinct. And at that moment, his instinct was only one thing: to find out who was behind the blog.

And maybe... talk a little with you, he entered the message section but first, he had to create an account that looked like the account of any fan of Enhypen and at this point himself. In the image he put a photo of him taken from Twitter and created the name with his initials and the year of his birth "J_S02" was perfect because you would have understood that he was a fan.

Message from "J_02" (aka Jake, undercover mode: activated)

Hey! I know you probably get a lot of messages, but I had to ask... why are you writing ONLY about Jake? I read your story and it’s nice but you seem to know Jake better than yourself!

Jake bit his fingernails and rubbed the towel in his hair to relax, he wanted to talk about it to his friends like Jay or Sunghoon but what would he say to him: Hey I found a fan of ours writing one-shot spicy about me, and out of curiosity I wrote a message?

Nah they would have made fun of him when he waited madly for your message and after a while arrived.

Answer from you: Oh? Another jealous Jake fan? 👀

J_S02: No no, I swear I’m not jealous! (Maybe a little hahaha) But come on, don’t the other members deserve some love? I saw your master and you only have stories about Jake

You: Jake is special, I follow him from I-land. He has that adorable golden retriever look but with a dangerous side that makes him perfect for any scenario... sometimes I take inspiration from their video clips or their songs

J_S02: Dangerous? But he seems the type that gets excited for a puppy! Have you seen how mini it is when he sees any animal but especially Layla?

You: Of course, I know that it has a sweet side! When he came out that vlog with Layla was adorable but who says you do not hide a more... spicy side?

Jake laughed when he read that message, certainly, it was not innocent as they painted some fans but did not think that some fans could think of it as a boy a little perverted to say it all.

J_S02: Okay, okay, point in your favor. But then... how do you write about him in so much detail? Do you know him by chance or is it all in your imagination?

You: Maybe yes, maybe no. 😉 But sorry, why all this interest? You wrote me because I don’t write about other members but I think seeing also your profile photo that you are a fan, right?

J_S02: Let’s put it like this: I would like to see if your descriptions are accurate and yes, I’m a fan of Jake and the Enhypen too, but I’m a boy and I don’t know if this thing could bother you...

You: Oh, finally I met some male fans of Enhypen!! Returning to the message from earlier and if I find that I have perfectly grasped his character? And that Jake could be both the cub boy and "Golden retriever" as the members describe him but also with a bit of a not-so-innocent guy side?

Jake ran his hand through his thick hair and shook his head, god was so fun to write you especially when he wanted to know someone or maybe have a girl to talk to about these things but the Idol life had strict rules, and didn't want to burst dramas especially now that they were at the peak of their careers and with a thousand things at stake.

J_S02: Then I would say that... you should give me some more details. You know, for "research purposes".

You: Tsk tsk, what a pervert. Just like the Jake of my stories...

Jake loved how you imagined it and maybe that Jake you described so well was not only the Jake of your stories but also the one in reality!

The conversation with you on Tumblr didn’t stop, and every message he received made him smile and at the same time put him in a more complicated position. " Who was this girl?" he wondered. "What would she think if she knew who I was?".

He could not reveal his identity to you, and the most fascinating part of the conversation was just that. He felt like he knew the secret, while you were completely unaware that you were talking to one of the ENHYPEN.

Meanwhile, he kept on responding to your messages, in a friendly and curious tone, but always maintaining his "normal identity".

J_S02: I wanted to ask you this weekend will you go to one of the two concerts they do in Seoul and the fan meeting?" Jake wrote, pretending to be just a normal guy who was curious to meet a fan.

You: Of course, I will. And also at the fan meeting on Monday!

You’ll be there? Interesting thought Jake when he read that you were going to see him at the concert but also the formatting, could somehow find out who you were and understand who was behind this account

J_S02: It must be a big event for you! Don’t you think it would be strange to meet one of your favorite stars live? Don’t you think it might be a little awkward? I will not be at the concert because I work but at the fan meeting I will be

After a few seconds, the phone vibrated with a new answer.

You: Oh, no! I don’t think it will be weird... maybe a little bit exciting, since I follow I-land, I dream of seeing them sing and dance live. Although I’m a bit shy, I think it would be a dream to see one of my idols so close and I can’t wait for it to be Monday; however, we could meet on Monday at the meeting!"

Jake, reading that answer, smiled and felt puzzled. Something was fascinating about the way you spoke. You looked so genuine and completely unaware of who he was.

J_S02: It seems to me that you are a really big fan, what are you preparing for the most: the concert or the fan meeting? Anyway, it would be perfect if we met at the meeting

The response came in a flash, with a line of enthusiasm that made Jake smile.

You: Both, honestly! But what excites me the most is that after the concert I’ll go to the fan meeting and, well... I guess I will see him after 4 years in the flesh! It will be a unique opportunity. I can’t wait! Well perfect then on Monday morning we agree on where to find us, I will be with my friends:)

Jake holds a smile. He felt in a sense excited by the thought that this girl would soon meet the Enhypen and especially him, But the thing that intrigued him most was how she would react when she realized he was one of the members she was feeling with.

J_S02: Oh wow, you seem excited. I wonder how you’ll react when you’re face to face with the Enhypen and Jake!

He wrote, but with a subtle play on words, pretending not to be the star she loved so much.

J_S02: We should find a way to recognize ourselves if you want to meet me at the meeting, I guess there will be a lot of people.

You: I’ll send you a picture of my outfit on the day of the fan meeting! So it will be easier to find us 😊

Jake smiled and now the game could be even more interesting.

The two concerts in Seoul were crazy, They sang and danced to thousands of fans and everyone was happy with their performances Jake was excited because he knew that in that flood of people, you were also there and he couldn’t wait to write you and see you tomorrow at the fan meeting.

Jake, still hiding behind his anonymous profile, found himself typing a message right after the end of the concert. He wanted to know everything.

J_S02: So, how was the concert? Did you have fun?

It took a while for him to get an answer, but when the phone vibrated he found a long message that made him smile.

You: Oh my God, it was AMAZING. I’m still without a voice! I screamed so much that tomorrow I probably won’t even be able to talk 😂.

Jake laughed at himself, imagining you all euphoric and out of breath after watching the show.

You: The performances were crazy! They sang all my favorite songs and I did not stop to film. I have a thousand videos and photos, literally.

J_S02: And did you get all of them or just your favorite as well as Jake Sim? 😏

You: Um... let’s say my film is 60% Jake and 40% the rest of the group.

Jake shook his head laughing. So you had eyes only for him, huh? And he decided to go a little further.

J_S02: And how was Jake live? Did he look at you at least once?

You answered immediately with a message accompanied by a video.

You: I caught him right now! Look, for a second he looked at me!"

Jake opened the video and concentrated. During all the chaos of lights, fans, and screaming, he managed to see himself on stage... and then, for a moment, he saw himself turn his gaze to the camera.

He made up his mind trying to remember that moment but there were thousands of fans that night and the thought that you had immortalized that micro-second among so many people gave him shivers.

J_S02: Wow. He looked at you. Do you remember what you thought at that moment?

You: That I would have melted away instantly. And that I was making mental films, because imagine if he had seen me"

Jake laughed. Oh, if you only knew... that he had seen you and was also writing to you

You kept writing to each other for a while, until Jake, without even thinking about it, asked you:

J_S02: What are your favorite songs?

You: It’s hard to choose just a few! I love Shout Out, Moonstrock, One in a Billion, Criminal Love, and the whole "Dark Blood" album but let’s say I love songs where Jake’s voice is strong. And also... I miss the blond Jake when I saw him blonde for the first time I thought I was in love with him haha. Even as a brunette he’s fine but blond>>>

Jake when he read that he liked the blond version wrote to his hairdresser staff that tomorrow before the fan meeting wanted to make it blonde that was a lot that did not dye his hair

Without thinking, he wrote to her:

J_S02: Well, at the fan meeting you will see him blond again.

On the other hand, you took a few seconds to answer.

You: Wait... what? It’s impossible! There is no comeback planned, no special event. He couldn’t change his look so randomly.

Jake bit his lip. He had just said too much, cabbage had been careful until now you should not get caught up in the emotions.

You: Wait, how do you know?

Jake cursed himself mentally. But why did he miss that sentence?!

J_S02: Oh... ehm... I meant that maybe it could be a surprise. You never know. I was just kidding! 😅"

You seemed to accept his answer, but he knew the damage was done. The problem? The next day he would really dye his hair blonde before the fan meeting and scrolling on Twitter and Tik Tok had read everywhere on social media how fans liked that look on him, and eventually he decided to do it but now... He felt that he had done it for one more reason.

You were excited, the fan meeting was about to start and you already heard the music coming from the theater and the various voices of the members; you had spent the morning preparing yourself, choosing carefully his outfit: a white t-shirt with small pink bows, low-waisted jeans that let a thread of skin, loose hair and Adidas Samba on the feet. Nothing too flashy, but cute enough to feel comfortable waiting in line, you got a message.

J_S02: So, are you ready?

You: More than ready! I’m already inside the arena, soon I’ll enter the fan meeting room!

J_S02: "How’s your outfit? I want to understand how you are dressed so I try to find you."

You: Mh, I have a little T-shirt with pink bows, low waist jeans, the Adidas Samba and loose hair

After a few seconds, Jake responded with a photo.

It was a slightly blurred image, taken from below, but you could see clearly: a red sweatshirt and torn jeans.

You: Wow, mysterious as always. Where are we?

J_S02: Inside the fan meeting. But I’m sure you’ll recognize me right away.

You wrinkled your forehead for a moment in what sense would you recognize him immediately? You sent around to observe all the few males that there were at the fan meeting but none had a red sweatshirt and it was strange because it was an access color and you should recognize it immediately.

You: Um, I’m already inside, but I don’t see anyone with a red sweatshirt and ripped jeans... 👀"

Jake: Wait till you get into the main hall.

You sighed, thinking he was teasing you and finally, the line came forward. With a heart full of joy, you entered the room where the Enhypen were sitting next to each other, waiting to chat with the fans and time seemed to slow down.

You saw them, all seven. The faces you knew so well, the guys you followed for years, the guys you could see grow up in recent years and watch them record after record with their songs and performances but when your gaze reached the bottom of the line... your breath stuck in your throat.

Jake was crazy alive: His hair was blonde, fluffy, and slightly ruffled, the perfect face, the smile on his lips but it wasn’t his appearance that made you tremble. It was his outfit: a red sweatshirt, and ripped jeans, exactly those of the photo, and the world around you seemed to stop for a few seconds while your brain tried to put together the pieces.

Jake... It was him... He was "J_S02". You thought he was just a fan but instead you.

You were written with Jake Sim. You sent him your videos at the concert. You told him how you would dress. And, most importantly... Jake read your fan fiction about him. You wanted to disappear and run away from the fan meeting but you couldn’t go back and the heat went up to your face so fast that you feared to faint.

What about Jake?

Jake was looking at you with a clever little grin, eyes slightly closed as if he was having a bit too much fun at your reaction, and then slowly winked at you and you saw him for a few seconds pulling out of his pocket a phone and you felt your vibrating.

J_S02: Surprise. 😉

And in that instant, you realized one thing was fundamental you were in trouble.

You stuck your phone in your jeans with a nervous gesture and your heart was pounding, you tried to stay calm, to treat that fan meeting as a normal experience. With the other members, you were perfectly at ease.

Jungwon had made a nice joke about your shirt, Jay had shown you a magic trick, and Heeseung had been incredibly sweet to you but when it was Jake’s turn ... Everything changed.

You sat in front of him, your heart pounding in your ears and you couldn’t even look at his face. It was too much: too absurd. Too surreal. Too much of him.

Jake looked at you with a hint of a smile, fingers thumping read on the table, and then, without warning, he took your hands, and contact with his hand made you feel too real.

He approached slightly, lowering his voice so that only you could hear him.

«Hello, Y/n.

God, your name said from his lips made your heart beat even faster and you clenched your lips, but before you could say anything, Jake bowed his head and his smile became more provocative.

«Or should I say... writer of spicy tales?"

A heat wave went up from your neck to your cheeks. Oh no. No, no.

You cleared your throat, retracting his hands with a quick gesture but he was faster than you and put them inside you in his big hands and squeezed them slightly.

"Stop." Jake raised a slouch and started to laugh slightly

«Why should I? It’s not my fault if you spent days writing spicy things about me!

You felt the fire rising in your stomach. You were angry, angry with him for deceiving you, angry with yourself for not realizing it before, angry because... damn, it was even more fascinating live.

"You’re unbearable," you muttered, finally taking your hands off his and crossing your arms on his chest.

Jake leaned against the back of his chair, looking at you with that look that seemed to be light inside.

«Oh, so you’ve got the wrong idea about me all these years? Did you think I was more... sweet?"

Where was the sweet, sunny, awkward Jake you always imagined? Where was the human golden retriever who made millions of fans beat their hearts?

What you had in front of you was a completely different Jake, maybe... more like the one you described in your stories.

He looked down at your shirt for a second, then slowly went up to your eyes. «Cute bows on the mesh."

You felt burning with embarrassment, especially because, as he spoke,

He had to stop it immediately with you, for you that was not a game was a dream that had been realized to see all 7 live but slowly was turning into a nightmare.

"Jake, stop," you hissed. "That’s not fair. You pretended to be an ordinary fan!" Jake raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly as if he was amused by your indignation.

«I repeat, I am not the one in error."

He looked at you with that damn arrogant grin you had never seen on him before.

«You’re the one who writes hot stories about me."

You felt yourself dying. You wanted to sink underground and never come out again.

"I... Not "You tried to say something, but the words stuck in your throat and Jake tilted his head even more, his look was amused but there was something more.

«What is it? Are you ashamed to have me before you now?"

YES. CURSED YES. But you would never admit it.

"That’s not the point!" you slammed slowly, trying to ignore the heat that was coming down your face.

Jake leaned his head closer and stood there, a few inches away from you, with that air of someone who had just found his new favorite pastime: to make fun of you.

«You know what?" he said, crossing his arms and staring at you with an almost dangerous smile. «I was intrigued by those stories."

You’ve been peeking. "W-what is it?!"

«Yes. We should talk about it better, don’t you think?"

"Talk about what?!" you said with grace that they were on fire and you could not look at him anymore but you looked from everything except him and hoped that the staff called you to send you away and Jake came closer, his eyes glued to yours.

«Of all you’ve written about me." And in that instant, you understood something very, very clearly. Jake Sim would not leave you alone.

Days had passed from the fan meeting and your life was back to calm, you went to university, studied, and went out with your friends to downtown Seoul or near the river thrusts, when you had time you read new one-shots and in your drafts there were some already set but you did not dare to publish any because Jake knew of your existence and even if he had not written since that day you always had the anxiety to receive a message.

But on the other hand, Jake saw your Instagram profile, thanks to the list he had found after the fan meeting with all the names and surnames written and it was a breeze to find your Ig profile carefully, eyes that were shining with curiosity... e desire had found you and would not let you be for long.

Your photos told him a story he already liked too much.

Shots of travel with friends, always smiling, always radiant, Photos at concerts, immersed in the crowd, your eyes illuminated by emotion. Outfit as a good girl, but with the right touch of mischief.

Jake ran his hand through his blond hair, biting the inside of his cheek. You were the perfect representation of his ideal girlfriend and now that he had seen your world... he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Then, a notification brought him back to reality.

🔔 Y/nWritings has posted a new story on Tumblr.

A shiver of excitement passed through him. Finally, he wanted too much to see what you had written about him until now you had only imagined it but now that you had seen him live and even heard him talking with you you could describe it much better; opened the post, sure that she would find a new story about him but her smile is turned off when she read the title.

"Heeseung x Reader - After the Fan Meeting..."

Jake wiped his eyelids slightly because he had read wrong but when he opened the story in a hurry, eyes running through the lines with growing annoyance and a sense of jealousy crept into his chest.

That story wasn’t about him. It was about Heeseung and it wasn’t just any story. It was spicy.

Jake clenched his jaw, the blood boiling in his veins. But what the fuck... he was your favorite. He was the one who had made her crazy for days not heeseung. He was the one who invaded your thoughts and your Tumblr profile with him as the protagonist, not Heeseung!

A dark smirk curled his lips, if you wanted to play with him, then he would play but his rules and win at any cost.

You were lying in bed with the computer playing one of your favorite TV shows in the background and you were relaxed in your room until a notification that you knew belonged to made you shudder.

J_S02: I want to see you.

You pulled yourself up with wide eyes, no, it couldn’t be you had ignored it for days, you tried to forget what happened at the fan meeting but you knew that sooner or later he would rewrite you and maybe you played with the wrong person because fatality had rewritten you on the same day you published a one-shot but this one-shot had not as protagonist him but another member of Enhypen.

You: Don’t write me anymore.

J_S02: Are you sure?

You bit your lip. Yes, damn it, you didn’t want to do anything with him anymore;

You were about to type another message when an Instagram notification blocked your heartbeat.

🔔 J_S02 has viewed your story and started following you

Wait... what?! In what sense did he follow me? How the hell did he find my profile and panic took over?

J_S02: Look out the window.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you slowly got up from the bed and approached the window with the phone in your hands and when you looked out... your world stopped. Jake was there, leaning, with his red sweatshirt and the usual ripped jeans, hands tucked in his pockets but this time he had a black mask covering his nose you knew it was him and you heard him talking.

«Now you still want to say no?»

The voice was low, slightly hoarse. Damn dangerous and you felt the heat coming to your face. He was crazy?!

Open the window, heart in throat. "What the hell are you doing here?!" You hissed quietly, afraid someone might hear it

Jake tilted his head, his smile amused. «I wanted to see you.»

You stared at him incredulously. "You can’t... I mean... how did you find me?!"

He shrugged. «I have my famous methods.»

You pale because it was creepy, yet damn charming.

"I can’t get off."

Jake sighed, pulling out the phone. "So I’ll get up.»

"No, I’m not!" exclaimed in panic but he was already gone, You ran to your door and leaned until you heard footsteps and slowly opened the door and saw Jake climbing the stairs and slowly taking off his black mask and stared at him with your heart beating like crazy. He was a fool. But an incredibly sexy fool.

You sighed when you felt its slightly amber scent invade your spaces. "What do you want from me, Jake?"

He looked you straight in the eye.

«Gosh, you’re giving your favorite idol warmth! I want to know why you wrote about Heeseung.»

You flashed your eyes when you heard the last part of the sentence. "Wait... are you here for this?!"

Jake nodded. «Explain it. Why didn’t you write about me?»

You put your hand in your hair and were seriously incredulous about the situation you were living in. "I didn’t think it was a problem."

«It is,» said Jake, with a dangerous smile and you saw him approaching you

Was he jealous?

He watched you for a few seconds and put his hand in the door of your room which was like a shield that could protect you from him at that moment.

«Can I. Can I come in?»

"Jake, I’m..." He stared at you intensely. «I will do nothing to you, Y/n. I just... want to talk.»

You bit your lip, you knew you shouldn’t but damn... you wanted to find out how far he would go and with a sigh, grabbed the door and opened it, Jake at first is surprised but at the same time he is satisfied with your choice, and when he came in he got closer to you and said to you in a low voice

«Good girl," You were fucked. Closed the door of your apartment with too much heat, what the hell was Jake doing in his house?!

Jake had already gone into the small shared apartment with your friends, looking around with a funny, almost arrogant air. He stood at the door of his room and looked at it with a mischievous smile.

"Can I come in?» he asked with a friendly polite tone and you exclaimed "NO!"

Trying to prevent him from entering but it was quite late, Jake had already turned the handle and had entered and you bit your lip, while he watched everything with attentive eyes and after a moment of silence, he whistled softly.

"Wow,» he commented, letting a laugh run away as she looked around. "This is a good girl’s room. I did not expect anything less.»

His fingers touched a row of perfectly neat vinyl over the bookcase. His eyes slid to the hanging lights, polaroids stuck to the wall, the Enhypen albums neatly stacked on the desk but the thing that made him smile even more was the teddy bear lying on the bed.

"Oh? You sleep with a stuffed animal?»

"It’s not your business!" you slouched, crossing your arms at your chest. Jake grinned and, without thinking twice, threw himself on the bed as if it were his. He reached out nonchalantly, hands behind his head, body relaxed as if he were in his dorm with the other boys.

"Comfortable,» he commented, slowly sliding his hand along the edge of the blankets and then looking up at you, with that air he knew very well to drive you crazy.

"I was expecting something more... forbidden, you know? Seeing the things you write about me.» You came closer by snapping, grabbing him by the wrist in an attempt to pull him out of bed.

"Get off now!" exclaimed, trying to keep a steady tone, even if you were going completely tilt inside Jake laughed softly, but did not move.

"You shouldn’t be here, you’re a liar! I thought I was talking to an Enhypen fan, not you!"

Jake slowly lifted himself on his elbows and, with a fluid movement, grabbed your wrist, reversing the grip. His hand was warm and steady, the grip firm but not intrusive, and came slightly closer, your faces were dangerously close.

"I know,» he muttered with an enchanting smile. "Surely I played a dirty game with you...»

Jake tilted his head to the side, his eyes shining with pure fun.

"But tell me, Y/n, who is the one crazy between us?»

"What the hell do you mean?" Jake slowly let go of your wrist but remained close, his voice low and dangerously sweet.

"You write dirty stories about me.» Jake let himself be left again on the bed, making himself comfortable. " One-shot extremely spicy,» he continued, playing with the edge of your shirt. "Write about me that I do things that are definitely... forbidden.»

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," the liar, trying to keep your voice still.

Jake laughed. "Oh, you know. I read it all, Y/n. Everything.»

You stared. "Are you a stalker?!"

"No, princess, I would say that I am the protagonist of your dirty fantasies.»

"Stop it!"

"Why? Does it embarrass you? » he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Strange. You didn’t seem so shy when you wrote about me whispering obscene things in your ear.» You covered your face with your hands, mortified and Jake laughed again, but then his look became more intense.

"Tell me something,» he said, lowering his voice a little. "You’re so obsessed with me, why the hell did you write a one-shot about Heeseung?»

You were stuck for a moment. "What?" Jake crossed his arms behind his head, looking at you with a slightly annoyed air.

"I read everything. All your stories. And the fact that the last one was on Heeseung bothered me.» you stared at him, incredulous. " Did he give you... trouble?"

Jake sighed, sliding a hand through his blonde hair.

"Yes. Because I thought you were all about me.»

You bit your lower lip, trying to hide a smile. Was he... jealous?

"What does it matter? Maybe Heeseung is my true bias," you teased him, tilting his head to one side.

"Oh, so you like guys like Heeseung?»

You shrugged, trying to keep a neutral expression. "Maybe."

Jake gently grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Don’t say stupid things,» he murmured in a low voice. "I know very well that you always had eyes for me.»

Jake smiled, satisfied with your reaction, then stooped down again to you, his face a few inches from his.

«Then tell me, Y/n...» he touched your face with his fingers, almost distractedly. «Who is the crazier one of us?"

You didn’t know what to say. Your heart was beating too fast, your breath too short, the skin hot where Jake’s fingers had touched it. What was he going to say? That yes, you were obsessed with him? That every scene you wrote for yourself seemed so real in your head that you lost sleep?

Jake tilted his head to one side, looking at her with that half-amused, half-dangerous smile. Then, without warning, he touched your cheek with his fingers.

«Here it’s all real, Y/n,» he muttered, his voice lower, deeper. «There is no game in action, no anonymous behind a screen. It’s just you and me.»

You felt a shiver run down your back. Why did he have to speak that way? With that tone that seemed like a promise and a threat together?

"You’re impossible," you slammed, trying to step back. "And a lying asshole, too, by the way!" Jake laughed softly, but in his eyes, there was something different. Something more intense and before you could go away, he grabbed you by the wrist and, with a fluid movement, pulled you over, and a moment later, you were riding on him.

"Jake!" you flapped your eyes, trying to move you but he held you with a steady hand on your back, holding you exactly where he wanted.

«Tell me something,» he muttered, looking you straight in the eye. «That scene you wrote... is how you imagined it» Jake lowered himself slightly, bringing his face closer to yours.

«Was this the position?» he whispered, his warm breath touching your skin, you could say nothing.

In the end, unable to sustain his gaze, you annuided and Jake smiled, but in his eyes, there was a predatory glow.

«Good girl», he whispered. And then without realizing it, he crashed his lips into yours, the kiss was not sweet. Or rather, it was for half a second.

His lips were resting on yours with a deceitful delicacy, as if they wanted to make fun of you, as if he was giving you time to run away but you did not run away and Jake understood it immediately.

His hands slowly slid down your back and then squeezed it harder, as if he wanted to taste you all the way. The kiss became deeper, more famished, and territorial.

You instinctively clung to Jake’s sweatshirt, fingers tucked in the fabric as you felt his body warm wherever he touched you. Jake wasn’t just kissing you, he was calling you.

Every movement of his lips against yours was decided, every touch of his hands on your curves was sure, every breath mixed with his said one thing: You are mine.

When you pulled away for a second, you were slightly panting, your cheeks burning, your chest rising and falling too quickly but Jake didn’t even give you time to catch your breath.

«You will never write anything about anyone again,» he muttered, kissing you again.

Groaning against his lips, unable to resist him Jake smiled in the kiss and pressed you even more against himself.

«Only on me,» he whispered against your mouth, biting your lower lip slowly before letting it go.

«Got it?»

You couldn’t answer, too lost in him, in his smell, in his touch, in the way he seemed determined to leave his mark on you. You nodded your head and he pressed you even closer to him and said

«Good girl,» gently caressing your side. When you came off again you covered your face with your hands, mortified by the situation and Jake laughed softly, his breath still irregular.

«So? Will you write about Heeseung again?» He asked with a dangerous smirk, you gave him a pat on the shoulder, trying to ignore the fact that I was still sitting on top of him.

"You’re unbearable," you muttered. Jake laughed again, brushing his blond hair.

«I know, princess. But you know what the worst part is?»

You looked at him with curiosity. "What?"

Jake took your chin between two fingers and forced you to look at it.

«Now that I have kissed you, I have no intention of stopping here.»

You missed the breath and Jake came closer, his eyes burning.

«And this time, angel...» he touched your lower lip with his thumb.

«It will no longer be just your fantasy. Then, tell me Angel...» his voice was a rough whisper as he slowly caressed your back with his fingers. «That famous one-shot in which I was a vampire... what was the exact scene?»

"I don’t... I don’t know," you tried to answer, but Jake shook his head with a smirk.

«Oh no, you know very well,» you muttered, bowing your head as his hands slid down your waist, making you shiver. «I read it all, remember?»

You felt his cheeks burn and Jake came even closer, letting his warm breath touch your skin.

«The vampire,» he continued, with a low and deep voice, «takes the girl in his arms... holds her close to him...» And meanwhile, Jake recreated every movement. He pulled his hair to one side...» Jake did it. The tapered fingers gently picked your hair, revealing its bare neck. «... and start kissing her,» Jake ended, finally pressing his lips on your skin.

The first kiss was slow, almost innocent, but it was nothing more than a deception.

Jake continued to leave a trail of slow, warm kisses down his neck, the touch of his lips so light that it gave you the creeps. But then, suddenly, he sucked slightly at the skin and made a little surprised noise.

«That’s how you described it, wasn’t it? » he whispered in a low, husky voice.

You couldn’t answer it was impossible and Jake continued, alternating kisses and sucking, leaving a trail of marks on his fair skin. As if he wanted to mark it and then, without warning, he bit you.

A slight bite barely hinted at, but it was enough to give you a sound that had never come out of his lips before.

"J-Jakey..." moaned softly, clinging to him and Jake froze for a second. That nickname on your lips? Damn.

You felt his breath getting heavier, something in him had changed and it squeezed you even more.

«Y/n,» he muttered, returning to your neck, the voice more raucous than before. «Say it again.»

You shook your head, embarrassed and Jake said to you: «You will say it, because from this moment on, every sound that comes out of your mouth will be mine and you will moan my name.»

You were anxious when Jake continued his torturing game, alternating deep kisses, bites, and suckers; it seemed that he did not want to let you escape.

Your hands clenched in the fabric of his sweatshirt with legs slightly trembling around his hips.

«If you keep on like that...» Jake mumbled against your neck, his voice scratched by the birthmark, «I will not stop, angel.»

He gave you a second of his nickname: Angel.

Jake took a break, looking for his gaze. «Tell me what you want», he said with burning eyes.

You stared at him, then you did the only thing that you could do at that moment. You kissed him. A hungry, desperate kiss, without any hesitation and Jake moaning softly against your mouth, almost lost it altogether.

"I want to continue," you said softly, and Jake stared at you for a moment. «Good girl,» he muttered, kissing you again and gently making you lie in your bed and he looked at you this time with a look full of lust but also of sweetness and respect for you.

Jake slipped his hands on your hips and stroked those fucking bows you had in your shirt and wanted to tell you that at the fan meeting, he would want to touch you but maybe it was better not, Because otherwise you would be scared to know all that he had thought when he saw you live that day.

Grunts against your neck, sinking her teeth into a new area of skin and sucking where she had previously gently bit you «All my fucking», repeats, squeezing your hips tighter and rubbing up into your still fully covered pants and in your center ever closer to him, his lips separate from your neck with a loud, moist snap and connect to yours with enthusiasm, You pulled his hair slightly when you felt that he had added tongue and were rubbing up and down with your bodies.

"Jake" whispered with his lips as he looked into his eyes as if he wanted to reproduce all those scenes you had written with him as the protagonist, He touched your pajama shorts and with one movement pulled down both your pants and your panties and you did not expect this gesture and shivered in feeling your hot excited area but at the same time the temperature of the room that was cool.

Jake leaned slightly down and looked at your pussy which was already excited by the kisses, the lollipops he gave you, and the stimulation of rubbing up and down; «You’re a disaster here», comments, eyes lit up with joy as he sees you slightly wiggling in embarrassment and without wasting time slips his fingers and starts caressing your folds, the fingers that slip between your excitement with embarrassing ease.

«Fuck, you were just waiting for this, look ready for me!» His deep voice vibrated against your skin as he pressed his lips against your thigh. A small sigh fell from your lips as his tongue split your folds before wrapping her lips around your clitoris, sucking greedily and gently.

A high-pitched whimper escaped from your lungs as he clung back to your clitoris, his teeth brushing the little bundle of nerves, leaving you breathless. "Jake-Jakey!" you cursed, the hand flew to your mouth when he added two fingers at once, widening your walls even further.

Jake chuckled at you, savoring the way your thighs had begun to shake around his head. He knew you were close; you needed a little more to get there.

«Cum for me, baby; let me taste you on my tongue like a good girl.» He tubed before diving back into your sweet pussy.

His words were all you needed to give in, your back bowing against the bed, pushing your hips even more against his face as you came.

«Let go of yourself completely.»

"Ja-Jake" You complained, one of your hands tangled in its dark tufts as its nose pushed against your aching clitoris. It was only when you were withering away from the burning sensation of overstimulation that you gave.

He pulled his fingers soapy from your pussy and took them to his lips, licking away all your essence, making you moan behind your hand as you covered your face.

«Don’t be shy with me now, baby; you’re beautiful. Who knows what your readers would say if they knew that the writer of stories spicy now is moaning my name» He bowed, catching your lips with his in a deep and messy kiss.

«We both know you’re not shy, I bet when you were writing about me this pussy was completely excited!»

Your hand wrapped around his neck as you moaned at him for the taste of yourself on his lips.

"Jake, please." You felt his hips press against yours.

«Please, what, pretty girl?» He whispered as she walked away, leaning back over you.

"I need you so much, Jake." You cried, tears of need and despair filling your eyes, causing Jake to make a mockery of you. It was all so real what you were feeling and you were afraid that it was just a dream and you were selfish on your part but once in your life, you wanted to have Jake all for yourself and at that moment you wanted him inside of you with all of yourself. Next thing you know, he wrapped his arm around your hips, lifting them off the bed before grabbing the pillow near your head that you weren’t using. Putting it under your body, he made you lie down again before making sure that you were comfortable. Sitting down, he took off his suit and panties, letting his aching cock free. Then he put his big hand on your thigh, separating it once more.

A small lament came out of your lips at the sight of Soobin’s enormous size, you didn’t know if you would take it all.

«Are you ready, angel?» He asked, looking up at you and noticing that you were staring at him with wide eyes, but you still nodded. Giggling, he leaned over you, his lips touching yours again, «Words, Y/n»

"Yes, please!" you said looking at them cock while he sucked it lightly

His lips met yours as he pushed slowly against your narrow walls, swallowing all the sweet sounds you made.

«God you’re so fucking tight.» Jake moaned as you huddled around him.

He turned his hips, a choked groan came down from your lips as your hand wrapped around her biceps.

"Move, Jake, I’m not a doll." You choked, your head falling backward against the pillows while he kissed your neck, nibbling on your exposed collarbones.

«So impatient, I bet when you were writing those obscene things about me, you couldn’t have thought that I would take you so well ?» He chuckled before hitting your walls. His rhythm was anything but gentle; at every push, his tip kissed your cervix, leaving you a whiny mess.

"Jakey!" You shouted his name when he moved just enough to touch your weak point. Your nails got stuck in his shoulder pads while you tried to hold him even closer; he was just fucking you too well.

«Fuck baby, look how deep I am and how well you’re taking me.»

He moaned as you felt the outline of his cock against your stomach, you didn’t think that Jake whom everyone described as a good guy and some kind of puppy was fucking you so well and at the same time as you described him in your one-shot. "Jake! I am close," you cried, as you heard that spiral in the pit of your stomach tighten.

«Come for me, angel. Be a good girl and come all over my dick.» His words were the last drop before the edges of your sight became white and your body contracted under his.

His breaths began to come out with difficulty as she fucked you through your orgasm and closer to hers.

«Fuck, it’s so beautiful!» he crowed, his whole body trembling as he came, painting your walls white with his seed. Slowing down until he stopped, he lay down against you, face buried in your neck as you both came down from your heights.

Feeling finally recover, open your eyes, watching Jake as you raise your hand to run his fingers through his messy hair, he wraps himself around you and my his head over yours and kisses your forehead gently.

You were in Jake’s arms, still shaken by the intensity of what had just happened. He held you, with one hand gently caressing his back, and the other holding it close to him. Her lips were touching each other as they chuckled, as if the world outside had disappeared, leaving only them two.

«So?" Jake whispered, his voice soft but provocative, «Who was better? Me in real life or in your one-shot?» His eyes shone with amusement, while a mischievous smile brushed his lips.

You looked up at him, your heart still beating. "You are extremely good even in reality," you murmured your face that was tinged with a slight redness.

Jake looked at you intensely, as if he was trying to read every thought that passed through your mind. With a sweeter smile, he came closer, touching your face with one hand. «What is it?» He asked, more seriously, sensing something was wrong.

You looked down, feeling a knot in your throat. "It was beautiful," you said softly, "What we have lived together. But I know that, in a little while, you will return to your world, to your idol world. And I... you are just a dream that lasts for a short time."

Jake looked at you intensely, as if those words had struck him right in the heart. With a gesture that seemed to protect her from any doubt, he squeezed you even more tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to keep you there, safe, for a little longer.

«I don’t want it to end like this,» he said in a steady voice, a touch of sadness in the tone. « I want to do it with you again a thousand times. And I want to ask you something... a real proposition.»

You looked at him confused and surprised. Jake continued, chuckling with that usual lightness of his, but in his eyes, there was something deeper. «Would you like to go out with me, angel? A real date this time. No games, no pretenses. Just you and me?»

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[awakittie]

cw. very short, jinx uses a strap, toxic!jinx

“i’m all you’ll ever need.” she hisses between every punch of her hips against your own. the sound fills the space around you, drowning out any other thoughts from your fragmentary mind.

“say it.”

“you’re all i’ll ever need— ever!” you sound like some cheap pornstar, one pleading and begging on their knees for approval. it makes jinx smile.

it assures her you’re right where you want her.

she fucks you over her strap, hands clutching and pinching desperately at the fat of your hips. you’re face down into the sheets, soaked and drowning in the smell of sex coating the thin linen.

“good girl. that’s my good girl,” she huffs a laugh, slowing on a particularly harsh thrust almost like she’s trying to soothe. her words are a balm to your damaged dignity, like bandaids over a blister.

you’ve grown callous to jinx’s jealousy, how she takes it out on you after the fact, however, is something you could always get behind.

how could you refuse being used like this? for her?

you’d run to the ends of the earth and back, clean her muddy boots with your mouth so long as it pleases her.

she could kick you over a million times and you’d apologise for dirtying the ground she walks on.

her fingers find your soaked clit and you swear you see stars when you close your eyes, cry into the sheets at the overstimulation.

she praises you, showers you in adoration like she’s awestruck you can take it, like you haven’t done this a million times before.

once you’re done, she’s sat perched at the edge of the bed, naked with a cigarette curled between her shaky fingers, narrow shoulders trembling as they rise and fall.

she takes a few drags before passing it to you, eyes fixed out the window.

she gets like this sometimes, you think. you notice the way her eyes glaze over, the way her pupils shift and grow unfocused, like she’s deep in thought.

this is when you leave her, curled on the other side of the bed to hug your legs to your naked form.

she eventually shifts, the bed dipping under her weight as she comes to lay beside you. she doesn’t say a word.

it’s an uncomfortable silence, but one you welcome as routine.

A.N this is the same jinx i wrote for the nightclub oneshot… thinking of turning it into a mini series of oneshots and drabbles hehee i love doomed yuri

( divider creds: @omi-resources )

[bratbarzal]

for ur valentines blurb pretty please these prompts with quinn hughes ☺️😘

¹⁾ “you really planned this?! remind me how you’re single, again?”

⁴⁾ “c’mon, like i need an excuse to spend time with you.”

⁵⁾ “i can’t help but think that this is a little more effort than someone would normally put in for their friend.”

✩‧₊˚ bratbarzal's valentines event!˚₊‧✩

idk why I give prompts and then continue to go off script but I honestly think I have a problem with being told what to do lmao. something about scripted sentence cuts a creative wire in my brain. THE SENTIMENT OF WHAT I WROTE IS THE SAME!!!!! I promise. also I like this one lmao!! I hope you like it too thanks for requesting!! and stacking the prompts is very cool gave me a nice little story to follow I love it!!! I wrote this whole thing and realised I didn't mention valentines once, but it's belated, so..... we're going to pretend it's okay I've decided on your behalf thanks love you

this ended up at 3.4k words lol - warnings for fade to black type smut, slightly angsty

Quinn: you coming over tonight?

A text from him has never filled you with anxiety like this.

But then again, for as long as the two of you have been friends, you've never actively avoided Quinn until now.

Monday had been one word answers, Tuesday had been emojis, Wednesday had been reactions, and Thursday had been radio silence, because he hadn't texted you, anyway.

It's not that you're mad at him. You wish you could be mad - wish you had any reason other than your own shame to be turning down all attempts at contact. But instead, all you can think when you see his name is how much you had fucked everything up the last time you saw him.

You: idk

And only because you feel instantly bad about how short that is, you immediately follow up with:

You: work has kicked my ass this week

You see the little dots keep popping up, and you're only torturing yourself to watch them come and go as he figures out what to say - how to salvage what you'd so carelessly made a gigantic mess of only last weekend.

You should really just say yes, you think - be the bigger person. Fridays have been your thing, all season. The day of the week he most frequently has the night off, and an end to your usually-hectic work-week, it has just made sense for the two of you to hang out, to make a routine of doing so.

Bailing on him is harsh, you know that. And with such a weak excuse too - you've had much worse times in your job, and it's never come between the two of you before.

And you know that he knows what you're doing. It's obvious. It's just whether he's in any mood to try and recover whatever scraps of your friendship still remain. Whether he even cares, anymore.

Quinn: please?

The two minutes it took for him to type just one word dragged longer than they ever have in your life, and you blink at your phone screen as you see the dots jump up again.

You chew nervously at your lip and wait, tapping your foot against the side of your desk and watching this time as it stays.

Quinn: I've already bought enough to cook for us both

He's such a guilt tripper.

You sigh, typing back and sending an immediate response, figuring a week of the bare minimum is punishment enough without blanking him or making him wait.

You: okay

A heart pops up below your message almost immediately, the reaction only worsening your anxiety at the thought of how hard keeping your distance is.

You: I'm finishing later than usual, should be there around 8

Quinn: ok I'll have dinner ready for then!

--

You knock on Quinn's door a little after 8pm - still in your work clothes, although that is usually how you come over, in your defence. Quinn loans you something comfy, and you usually change, but changing means staying over, and you're kind of trying to avoid all that again.

So when he welcomes you in, you awkwardly pat at his back as he tries to embrace you, before hovering around the kitchen instead of making your way back to his room.

He frowns a little as he watches you - he's in a hoodie and sweats, settled in now for the night with no intentions of getting back up once the two of you have eventually sunk down into the couch together - and waits a second to see if you're just on a delay, if you're just beat from work, like you said.

"I left a change of clothes for you on my bed," he says once he realises you aren't shifting, glancing quickly at you before he starts to busy himself with dishing up dinner.

"I'm good," you tell him, short, with a tight lipped smile sent his way when his eyes meet yours, narrowed in curiosity.

You're wearing a skirt and heels, for Christ's sake, and a blouse that's a little too restrictive around your shoulders. You've been in them all day, too. Of course you aren't good, and of course he knows that, but he drops it, a resigned nod and an awkward shift of his gaze back to the task at hand, spooning an assortment of green vegetables beside the rice on your plate.

You chance a good look at him while he's distracted - his hair soft, pushed back messily in a way that makes it flop straight back into place, and he looks a little tired, but he's had a long week, too. Back in training, pushing himself, dealing with a best friend who isn't reciprocating his energy. He's probably exhausted.

His jaw is clenched as he finishes the meal off, clattering utensils a little louder the longer you're quiet, and letting out heavy sighs when he's clearly growing more frustrated with how little you're giving back.

"How was work?" he tries, reaching into the draw and retrieving a knife and fork for the two of you.

"Long," you sigh, offering a small smile when he looks over to let him know that this particular instance of a short response isn't personal. You are genuinely exhausted - you'd worked an extra long day, just to get a major project finished, and, if you're honest, you're just ready for bed. "Glad it's the weekend, I'm probably gonna hit my pillow tonight and not see tomorrow."

The initial spark that lit up in his eyes when you started speaking a full sentence to him dulled immediately when he realised that you had all intentions of going home.

"You're not staying over?"

"I can hardly sleep here until Sunday, Quinn, that would be insane." Like you haven't spent consecutive days around his apartment, before. Like you haven't spent weeks with him back at his lake house in Michigan in the summer. Like the two of you didn't isolate together when you both got covid, probably from each other.

He nods, brief and sharp, jaw tensing again as he mutters out a bitter, "Right."

God, this is hard.

"Do you want me to carry anything?" You ask, trying to be helpful, just to make yourself feel better.

He wordlessly hands over the cutlery before turning to grab both plates on his own, nodding for you to make your way out of the kitchen for him to follow.

You do as he asks, holding the door for him so he doesn't struggle, stepping nervously behind him as he guides you through to where he's set the dining table up.

His curtains are drawn, a picturesque view of the nightlife of downtown Vancouver, twinkling city lights and the distant flash of vehicles passing by below stands as the most perfect backdrop to his set-up - the table candle-lit, a vase of fresh flowers in the middle, wine glasses and a salad bowl situated around the nice placemats you'd made him buy the last time the two of you went shopping together.

You hesitate when you get a little closer, eyeing up the setting reluctantly as Quinn places the plates in your retrospective places.

He's usually neat when it comes to his dinner table - usually likes to set things up so that they look nice, placemats, coasters. cutlery and napkins - but it's never like this.

"What's all this?" You ask, meeting his eye as he leans across the table to place down the knives and forks you hand to him.

"You said you had a bad week," he shrugs, "Wanted to do something nice."

He shuffles around you, the light placement of his hand on your hip as he does so jolting you toward the table, head swivelling to watch him disappear back toward the kitchen.

"You planned this?" you call after him, turning to look down at everything - a meal that he cooked, something nutritious and filling, knowing you wouldn't have the energy to make as much yourself, pretty flowers, and a calm, ambient atmosphere flooding the room. Your fingers poke softly at the petals on the flowers, lifting them a little to get a better look, mindful of the roses in the arrangement, careful not to be pricked by their thorns. "And you said you didn't think you'd be a good boyfriend,"

The latter sentence is muttered to yourself more than anything, a remembrance of something he'd said a while ago now - something that had always been in the back of your mind when you considered anything more - but your heart drops when you hear him chuckle from not too far behind, spinning on your heels to look at him, wide-eyed and apologetic. "I didnt-,"

“It’s fine,” he assures you, dipping his head but still keeping his gaze on yours, “Wine?”

He holds the bottle up in one hand, and your mouth goes a little dry at the sight of the label, mind going straight back to this time last week, when you had shared a few glasses with him. When things had gone too far.

Quinn's hands were holding you in place on his lap, soft fingers slipping under the hem of his sweatshirt that you wore, sliding up to press into the warm skin of your back, rocking you on his lap as his tongue swiped languidly against your own.

You couldn't quite tell whose mouth the taste of plummy Malbec sat within, but at that point, you didn't care - you'd both drunk enough of it to find yourselves in such a situation, you were at equal fault.

Not that any of it felt wrong in the moment, his hips bucking up as you straddled his thighs, your fingers clutching where his hair grew thick at the back of his neck. Quinn was humming soft, delicious groans straight between your lips, his own closing around your tongue as he sucked on it - all other bodily movements frantic and stuttered until he was repositioning the two of you, laying you back on the couch and gripping the elastic waist of your sweatpants.

It can't have been wrong - not with how easy it all unfolded, your hips lifting until he slid your bottoms off, his fingertips sneaking their beneath the hem of your panties - too drunk to care how sexy they might have been, never expecting to have to even consider such a thing around Quinn - all the while his mouth pressing firm, bruising kisses to your own.

"I shouldn't, I'm driving," you mumble, a soft shake of your head supposed to let him down easy, and to bring your senses back to the present, but his frown just deepens, the crease between his eyebrows now almost a fold.

"You can stay, you know," he tells you, pouring his own glass. "I don't care if you sleep until Sunday, it's not like you haven't spent the weekend before."

"I don't know," You sit cautiously in your seat, watching as he lowers into his own, face morphing into a hard scowl before he lets out a heavy sigh. "What?"

"It's like you've been making excuses not to hang out."

"Or maybe you've been making excuses to hang out," you retort, cringing yourself at how stupid it sounds, looking down into your lap as you place your napkin there so that he can't see the visible curl of your features.

"That doesn't even make sense," you know that, obviously, but you've been avoiding him for a reason - you don't want to have this conversation. You're not ready. "I don't need an excuse, we're friends, it's what friends do."

And God, you wish he'd just stop saying it. It's getting annoying now, your jaw tensing as you huff a short breath out, still keeping your head down to avoid him reading you like an open book - a book that may as well be pictures, at this point, or written for children with the most basic reading comprehension, one sentence per page and clear as day.

"What friends do," you mutter, in disbelief. He's one to talk about what friends do.

Friends don't do what you did last week.

Quinn's body had pretty much completely flopped onto yours, his chest rising and falling in heavy pants, but still careful enough not to bare all his weight on you so that yours could do the same.

Your skin felt clammy all over, baby hairs sticking to the back of your neck and your forehead, your neck slick from where his lips had been pressing all into it, sucking and nipping and you swear you'd even felt the glorious scratch of teeth at one point, and the heat of him above you was doing little to remedy the feeling.

You brought a hand up, almost absent-mindedly, to scratch softly at the back of his head as he came down, an overwhelming dizziness gripping at your eyelids, pulling you down as you felt him follow.

"You're making me feel like I'm going crazy," you sigh, "You can't seriously set all this up and not realise that it's way more effort than anyone would normally put in for someone that's just a friend,"

"You're not just anything," he counters, "When did I say you were just anything?"

He looks annoyed, that much is obvious - and yeah, you've technically been avoiding him, just like he assumes, but he was the one who made you feel like you had to.

A soft, sleepy groan was the first sound that brought you into consciousness the next morning - raspy and thick, and so close to your ear that the feeling of it buzzed the whole way down to your toes.

Then came unassuming movements, a twist of his torso, a shuffle of his hips, the stretch of his legs, all of which had been pressed right against all the same parts of your body - the sticky warmth of him catching your skin and rousing you fully from your sleep.

His arms tightened their hold around you before you really thought he knew what he was doing - a lethargic sigh huffing from his nostrils as he got comfortable again - and you had maybe a solid minute in his embrace until he fully came to.

The two of you were naked, one of the throws from the back of the couch draped lazily over your modesty, but that didn't really matter when you could feel the heavy press of him all over - your chest, your stomach, your hips, your thighs.

His fingers tightened, pressing a little into your waist before his touch disappeared completely. Before he was retreating, untangling himself from your body and sitting up. You felt the couch move as he shuffled around doing God-knows-what - felt the soft drape of the throw back over your body, and the whoosh of cold that followed and refused to leave.

When you dared to open your eyes, he was sat on the other side, leaning over, head in his hands after shrugging his boxers back on.

"Quinn?" you asked, your own voice thick with sleep, straightening to face him properly and rubbing at your eyes until they focused. "What's going on?"

"How much did we have to drink last night?"

Your heart dropped at the question, but your eyes floated over to the coffee table, two empty bottles standing on the other side. "A lot, I guess."

"Shit," he cursed, pushing himself up and pacing in front of the couch, refusing to look at you. "Fuck."

"Q, you're making me dizzy."

"I just," he stopped in place and scratched at the back of his neck, eyes lowering down your body in a way that made heat creep back up your neck, and your shoulders practically fold in on themselves consciously. "I didn't mean for it to go that far."

Your lips parted, although you didn't really know what to say to that. All you could do was nod, stuttered and slow, your gaze shifting too until it landed on the carpeted rug in front of him, focusing too hard on the pattern. "It's fine."

You could feel the weight of his stormy stare, but you couldn't look up - too afraid of rejection, too afraid of regret.

"We're friends, you know, you're-,"

"I know," you confirmed, not needing to hear how he didn't ever intend to be anything more. "We were drunk, Q, it's fine."

Your attempt at a reassuring smile probably looked a little more like a grimace, but you were saved probably by the fact that the two of you had had a lot to drink, and you were honestly a little queasy.

And maybe it had been the cold hard slap of rejection you woke up to that made you feel that way - after years of wanting more with Quinn - but he didn't need to know that. Not if he was already 10 toes deep into a regret spiral so soon after opening his eyes.

"We're friends."

"You said it last Saturday," you frown, "Saturday morning."

"No, you said we were drunk. I said we were friends, but you cut me off-,"

"Yeah, 'cause I didn't really want the first thing you said to me that morning to be that you made a mistake!"

"And here you are again, cutting me off!" his voice is a little raised now - so unlike the soft-spoken Quinn you're used to - easy going and well natured. "I can't win with you, you're either avoiding me like the plague, or you're not letting me speak, either way, I can't clear all this up!"

"What's there to clear up?" you scoff, "I don't need you to hold my hand and give me the full speech, okay, I get it, you don't want to be anything more than-," your body is jolted quickly by the sudden scrape of your chair across the floor, Quinn's grip firm on the leg as he pulls, "Hey, what are you-,"

And he's at the perfect height, then, to meet your lips once you're close enough, his hand leaving the chair to grip at your face - hold you in place so that you can't protest, can't cut him off in this, too, like you have been doing with every other way he's tried to communicate his feelings for you.

His kiss feels familiar, achingly so, the swipe of his tongue soft at the parting of your lips, his own mouth closing in a soft pressure against yours, over and over at a disorienting intensity - all thoughts melting away at his endeavour.

When he pulls away, he keeps his hands in place, watching intently as your eyes flutter open, and you slowly sink back into consciousness, pupils blown when they meet his, intense in their focus on you.

"You're really important to me."

You frown, because your brain will only allow you to process that as the start of rejection - followed by, which is why we can't go further - but that's not the direction Quinn is taking this.

"I wanted to do all of this right. That's why I freaked out last week. I didn't want you to think it was a drunken mistake."

Oh.

You're still a little dazed from the kiss, if you're honest, and so you find yourself blinking slowly back at him, mouth bopping open and closed while you figure out what to say.

"What?" Is all that comes out when you find your voice, watching as he rolls his eyes - part exasperated, part amused.

"Now you have nothing to say?" He scoffs, thumb swiping gently at your cheek as if to show you he's kidding. "I like you. I have for a while, and I want to be more than friends. I want you to stay at my place whenever you come over, and wear my clothes, and eat my food, and drink my wine," he lists, dipping his head closer and closer until you're face to face, a mere inch or two from him kissing you again. "And I want you to sleep here until Sunday. Maybe even after."

"Okay." you respond - the kind of one word answer you've been throwing his way to avoid getting hurt all week. And because you feel guilty, you add, "I want all that, too."

He breathes out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes and smiling slowly - an infectious kind of smile, that has you doing it right back, noses just brushing before you kiss him, again.

Stone cold sober, no longer looking to avoid your feelings, with the intention of being so much more than his friend.

[sophsbookstore]

New Beginnings

Quinn Hughes x reader ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Word Count: 3225

A/N: HE'S HERE!! Shout out to the anon who gave the name idea, and thank you to everyone who sent ideas (I wrote them down for future use, don't worry!)

also I wanted to get this out fast so apologies for no banner, but enjoy this gif!

Masterlist can be found here!

The soft, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound breaking the quiet stillness of the hospital room. The small room, once sterile and impersonal, had transformed into something so much warmer in the hours since your son had arrived. The windows let in a gentle stream of moonlight, casting a calming glow over the room. The air smelled faintly of lavender from the small bottle of essential oil you’d brought from home, a small comfort in this strange, sterile place. The bed, with its crisp white linens and worn quilted blanket, was a far cry from the chaos of labor, but now it was filled with love.

Quinn sat beside you, his large frame almost swallowing the space beside you as he held your newborn son in his arms. His baby boy. His son. The words still felt surreal, even hours after the birth. The emotions that coursed through you—the love, the overwhelming sense of joy, the tender affection for the little being Quinn was gently cradling in his arms—were beyond words.

Quinn looked down at his son with such tenderness, his eyes full of awe as he gazed at the tiny life in his arms. His son, with a head of soft, dark hair and tiny hands that seemed too small to belong to such a big world. Quinn couldn’t stop smiling, and neither could you, though you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell in your chest as you watched him.

"He's perfect," Quinn whispered, his voice barely more than a soft breath. His fingers gently stroked the baby’s cheek, a movement so tender it almost felt like he was afraid to touch him too much, as if he were afraid of breaking something so precious.

You could only nod, your eyes brimming with tears as you took in the sight of your family—your little family—finally together. You hadn’t expected it to feel like this. You thought you understood love, you thought you understood what it meant to have someone in your life who mattered more than anything else. But this? This was something else entirely. Your son was here, and with him, a whole new world had opened up.

“I can’t believe he’s finally here,” you whispered, your voice raw with emotion. The pain of labor still a distant memory now that your son was in your arms, but the rush of feelings that came with becoming a mother, of seeing Quinn as a father, was all-consuming.

Quinn’s eyes flickered toward you, his gaze soft and full of admiration. He shifted, making sure your son was safe in his arms as he leaned closer to you. “He’s so small. I can’t believe we made him.”

You smiled, your hand reaching out to rest on his arm, the touch gentle and comforting. “He’s perfect, Quinn. Just like you.”

He chuckled softly, though there was no real humor in the sound. Instead, there was awe. “You really think so?”

You nodded, the smile not leaving your face. “I do. He looks just like you, you know.”

Quinn let out a soft laugh, and you could feel the tension in his shoulders relax even more as the moment between the three of you felt almost too perfect to be real. “I don’t know about that. He’s so small, I don’t know if he even has a chance of looking like me. But I hope he gets your smile.” He paused, his eyes falling to the baby in his arms. “I hope he gets your kindness too.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you turned your head to look at Quinn. “You’re going to be such an amazing dad.”

He met your gaze, his eyes soft and full of warmth. “We’re in this together, right? I know I’m gonna screw up sometimes, but I’ll do everything I can to make sure he has the best life possible. Just like you’re gonna be the best mom.” He paused, looking back at the little bundle in his arms, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’s lucky to have you.”

The lump in your throat returned, but you swallowed it down, wanting to savor this moment. “He’s lucky to have both of us.” You looked back at your son, his tiny face scrunched up as he slept peacefully in Quinn’s arms. “I can’t believe he’s ours.”

Quinn’s eyes softened, and for a moment, the world outside the hospital room seemed to disappear. It was just the three of you, tucked away in this quiet, safe place. The bond between the two of you had always been strong, but now it felt like it had deepened in a way neither of you had expected. Your love for each other, for this little life you’d created, was unlike anything you’d ever known.

“I’m just so happy he’s here,” Quinn whispered, his voice full of sincerity. “So happy we’re finally parents. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my whole life.”

And in that moment, as you all huddled together in the soft glow of the hospital room, surrounded by the love you’d created, you knew that this was just the beginning. The beginning of a whole new chapter in your life—one that would be filled with challenges, but also so much joy. Because, as Quinn had said, this little one was yours. Your family. And nothing would ever be the same again.

The peaceful calm of the hospital room was disrupted by the sudden buzz of Quinn's phone vibrating on the bedside table. He glanced down at the screen, a small frown of concentration crossing his face as he saw the name flashing across it.

"It's Jack," Quinn murmured, his thumb swiping the screen to answer the text.

You watched as Quinn quickly read the message, his eyes scanning the words before a wide grin slowly spread across his face. His gaze flicked up to meet yours, and you saw the excitement in his eyes. "Jack says everyone’s on their way. My parents, your parents, and Luke. They’re all coming to meet him."

You smiled softly, your heart fluttering in your chest. “That’s so sweet. I’m so glad they can be here.”

Quinn nodded, still smiling as he typed back a quick response, then placed his phone back down. He turned to look at you, his hand resting on your knee. “I’ll let them in when they get here, but we need to put him down for a second, okay? You need to rest for a bit.”

You nodded, though you didn’t want to let go of your baby, even for a moment. But you understood. Quinn had been so gentle, so attentive with him since he was born, and you knew he’d want to be the one to greet everyone and show them the little one.

Carefully, Quinn shifted the baby from his arms, cradling him gently as he placed him in the small bassinet beside your bed. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness at the momentary separation, but it was fleeting. You could already feel the warmth of your little family growing stronger with every passing second.

Quinn leaned down and kissed your forehead, squeezing your hand. “I’ll be right back, I just want to make sure everyone’s settled and they don’t overwhelm you.” He gave you one last reassuring smile before walking to the door, opening it just as your parents and his came into the room.

The air in the room shifted as soon as the door opened, the sound of footsteps and the low hum of excited conversation filling the small space. You watched as Quinn's parents, your parents, Jack, and Luke all filed into the room all carrying various blue balloons and baby toys, their faces lighting up as they caught sight of the two of you. It was like a wave of warmth washing over you—this was your family, all here to celebrate the new life you had just welcomed into the world.

Quinn’s mom was the first to reach the bed, her arms open wide as she enveloped you in a tight hug. "Oh, sweetie," she whispered, pulling back to look at you with bright eyes, “I’m so proud of you. He’s beautiful.”

You smiled warmly, hugging her back as she ran a hand over your hair. "Thank you," you replied softly, “we’re so happy he’s finally here.”

Quinn’s dad, standing behind her, stepped forward next, a proud smile plastered across his face as he leaned down to give you a hug. “You both did great. He’s lucky to have parents like you.”

Your own parents were close behind, both of them visibly overwhelmed with emotion as they approached. Your mom was already tearing up as she gave you a gentle hug, holding you a little longer than usual. “He’s so perfect. I can’t believe I’m a grandmother now.”

You giggled softly, feeling a surge of happiness in your chest. “I know, it’s so surreal, but in the best way.”

Your dad, who had been standing back a bit, gave Quinn a hearty slap on the back before coming over to give you a warm hug. “You’re gonna be amazing parents, both of you. We’re so proud.”

Quinn gave his parents a brief hug as well, before turning to Jack and Luke. Jack, who had been practically jumping up and down, immediately pulled Quinn into a bear hug. “Congrats, man,” he said excitedly, clapping his brother’s back. “You’re a dad. Holy crap, I can’t believe it.”

Luke, standing behind Jack, offered a knowing smile and gave you a nod of approval. "Congrats," he added, his voice low but warm.

Jack, after finally letting go of Quinn, immediately moved toward the bassinet where their son lay, his eyes locked on the tiny figure. “Let me see him!” he said, his excitement clear in his voice. The rest of the group followed suit, gathering around the bed, their eyes on the little boy.

“Everyone, this is our son,” you said softly, your voice full of love as you gestured to the baby in the bassinet. “This is Casey Jack Hughes.”

There was a brief pause as everyone took in the name, the soft sounds of admiration filling the room. Then, Jack’s face lit up in pure delight, his eyes wide with happiness as he leaned closer to the baby. “Casey Jack?” He practically shouted. “Oh my God, that’s awesome!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Jack’s excitement. Quinn, standing beside you, wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his eyes warm as he shared a quiet smile with you. You both had kept the name a secret for so long, but now, hearing Jack’s reaction, you couldn’t be more happy with your choice.

“You like it?” you asked, your voice full of affection.

“Like it?” Jack repeated, beaming. “I love it! I’m so honored. Casey Jack—CJ. That’s what I’m gonna call him. CJ, what do you think of that, buddy?” Jack looked down at the baby with a huge grin, his voice turning soft as he spoke to the tiny life in front of him. “Yeah, CJ’s got a nice ring to it.”

You laughed, the warmth in the room filling your heart. “You’re gonna spoil him, aren’t you?”

Jack winked at you, his excitement palpable. “I’m gonna be the best uncle ever. You’re both lucky to have me around.” He looked down at CJ again, his fingers gently brushing the baby’s tiny hand. “What do you think, little guy? You gonna remember me as the coolest uncle when you grow up?”

Quinn, his own heart swelling with joy, leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead before giving his brother a side-eye. “Easy there, Jack. We’re gonna have to make sure he gets some sleep, too, you know?”

Jack just grinned, completely undeterred. “I’ll be gentle, promise. But CJ’s gonna know who his favorite uncle is, right?”

“Definitely,” Quinn said, rolling his eyes fondly. “But let’s give him a minute. He’s still brand new.”

Your parents smiled, their eyes filled with warmth as they took a step back to let Jack have his moment. “You’ve got a great name, little Casey,” your dad added softly, his voice full of pride. “We can’t wait to watch you grow.”

It was overwhelming, in the best way possible—the amount of love that surrounded you and your new family. The world outside felt distant now, as if everything had fallen into place in this tiny hospital room. There would be challenges ahead, but in this moment, you felt at peace. You were surrounded by family, you had the love of Quinn, and your son, Casey, was already so deeply cherished by everyone.

Quinn squeezed your hand, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “This is just the beginning,” he whispered. “Our family, it’s perfect.”

—

The morning light filtered through the windows of your home, casting a soft glow over the living room as Quinn carefully stepped inside, carrying the baby carrier in one hand. Your heart swelled as you watched him—your strong, gentle Quinn—carrying your son into the house for the first time. It felt so surreal, but in the best possible way.

After a long night in the hospital, full of excitement and happy tears, you’d finally arrived home. Your legs were still a little unsteady, but the warmth and comfort of being in your own space made everything feel a little easier. There was something so peaceful about being home with your family—your new family—and you couldn’t wait to settle into this new chapter of your life.

Quinn glanced over at you, his eyes soft as he set the carrier down on the couch. “Alright, babe. Get some rest. I’ll take care of everything with Casey while you recharge.”

You smiled tiredly, nodding. “I’m not that tired, I promise. I just need a minute.”

“Hey, I know how you’re feeling,” he said, his voice gentle as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve been through a lot. I’ll handle this part, you take the time you need.”

Your eyes softened as you looked up at him. You could see the quiet pride in his face as he looked at your son in the carrier, his hands hovering over the little one as if he couldn’t quite believe this was real. It was still amazing to see Quinn, the man you’d loved for so long, now in this role—the role of a father. It felt like everything had fallen into place.

You nodded, though you didn’t immediately walk away. Instead, you stayed where you were, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching as Quinn carefully lifted the baby carrier, cradling it with one arm while the other held onto the handle. His movements were slow and deliberate, careful not to disturb the baby.

The way he looked at Casey, so full of awe and tenderness, made your heart ache with love. It was as if, in those moments, the rest of the world didn’t matter. There was only Quinn, only your little boy, and only the home you’d created together.

He turned toward the hallway and glanced over his shoulder, catching your eyes. “Come on,” he said softly. “I’m going to show Casey his new room.”

With a small sigh, you pushed off the counter and walked toward him. The sight of Quinn gently carrying the carrier through your house, as if he was guiding his son into the world, was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. And as much as you wanted to rest, you couldn’t help but want to be there, to be a part of this moment.

You followed him quietly down the hallway, your steps light as you took in the sight of your home. The walls you had carefully chosen, the pictures you’d hung together, the quiet space you’d made for this family of three. It all felt so much more real now.

Quinn reached the nursery door and stopped just outside, holding the baby carrier steady. He turned to you with a soft smile, his eyes gleaming with pride. “This is it. His room.”

You peered inside, your eyes scanning the soft blue walls, the crib tucked in the corner, and the shelves lined with tiny stuffed animals. Everything about the room felt peaceful and full of love, just like the rest of the house. It had been a labor of love, carefully decorated with the anticipation of this very moment.

“He’s going to love it here,” you said, your voice a little thick with emotion. It felt like this room was made just for him, and somehow, seeing it all come together made the reality of being parents feel even more overwhelming.

“I think so, too,” Quinn murmured, gently setting the carrier down on the changing table. “I can’t wait to watch him grow up here. I can’t wait to see all the milestones—his first steps, his first words…everything.” He turned back toward you, a little sheepish. “I know it’s going to be a lot of work, but I’m ready for it. I want to be there for every little thing.”

You walked into the room, standing next to him as you both looked down at the carrier, the tiny figure of your son peacefully asleep inside. The sight of him, so small and perfect in his new world, made your heart swell with pride.

“We’re going to be great parents,” you said softly, your hand brushing against his arm. “We’re doing this together.”

Quinn smiled, his expression softening. “I’m so glad you’re with me through all of this. We’ve got this, right?”

“Absolutely,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Together. Always.”

Carefully, Quinn unbuckled the straps of the baby carrier, lifting Casey gently into his arms. The baby stirred slightly but didn’t wake, his small body relaxing against Quinn’s chest. You couldn’t help but admire how natural it all looked, how Quinn seemed so comfortable in this new role, how Casey fit perfectly in his arms as though he had always belonged there.

You stepped forward, guiding Quinn toward the crib. As he gently lowered Casey into the soft blankets, you watched in awe, your heart overflowing. Quinn stood there for a moment, just gazing down at their son, his expression full of love and admiration.

“He’s perfect,” Quinn murmured quietly, almost to himself, as he stood beside the crib, his hand resting on the edge.

You smiled, your hand finding Quinn’s as you joined him by the crib. “He really is.”

The two of you stood there in silence for a long moment, just looking at your son, feeling the weight of this beautiful new chapter in your lives. Everything had changed in an instant—your world now revolved around Casey, and in so many ways, it felt like you were living in a dream.

But as you stood there, hand in hand, watching your little boy peacefully sleep in his new room, you knew one thing for sure: This was only the beginning.

And with Quinn by your side, there was nothing you couldn’t face.

[queenariesofnarnia]

pretty boy🩵 {j.t. x fem reader}

a/n: i wrote this in my notes at 3 in the morning so its lowercase on purpose. its not the greatest but there’s a better fic for this pretty boy in progress also gif not mine

“hey pretty boy” that’s how you always greeted joaquín. along with other nicknames. he realized its how you talk to your friends but you have a special set for him pretty boy, sugar, and baby. yet the two of you aren’t together and it confuses the hell out of everyone but the two of you. sam wasn’t sure how much longer he could take watching the two of you act like this. 

“torres. do me a favor and make her your girlfriend” sam groaned interrupting joaquín’s story about the two of you going to dinner together the other night. 

“i don’t think she wants me like that” he said confused. sam looked at him like he lost his mind. 

“that girl who calls you pretty boy. hell i’ve heard her call you baby! and you’re gonna sit here and tell me she doesn’t want you like that? either i’ve gone crazy or you’re oblivious” sam rants. 

with you and your best friend on your end you’re asking which outfit you should wear for your next hangout with joaquín. 

“at this point i’m sure you could wear a potato sack and he’d love it” your best friend azalea comments laughing. 

“zay he would not” you say with a laugh, a little frustrated with the choices you’ve pulling from your closet. 

“petal, it’s joaquín we’re talking about here. he adores you. and you adore him. remind me why you aren’t dating him?” she questioned. 

“what if he doesn’t want me like that?” you ask self doubt seeping in. azalea sighed. 

“listen petal, i’ve never seen someone so enamored with a person like he is with you. he’s seen you in some of your biggest crisis moments. he’s let you cry your makeup off on him. that man loves you petal, you just have to see it.” she says sincerely, using her nickname for you. 

“i guess” you say nonchalantly, she can’t help but groan in response. 

a few days later 

you and joaquín are sitting at a little outdoor cafe enjoying a small breakfast. you were laughing at something he said when a girl came up to him clearly flirting like you weren’t there. you normally aren’t one for confrontation but what she’s doing is rude. 

“hey” you snap, they both look at you, pointing to the girl “walk away now, or i won’t be nice” she stands there mouth gaped like a fish “girl make like michael jackson and beat it” you almost growled at her. when she scurried off you tools sip of your drink like everything was normal. 

“cariño, are you okay?” he asked reaching across the table to hold your hand.

“i’m great pretty boy” you smile sweetly at him. 

“you just told a girl to beat it for talking to me.” he chuckled.

“well one it was rude for her to interrupt. two you’re my pretty boy, i don’t share. it’s not my style” you shrug 

“‘your pretty boy’ i like the sound of that” he beams and damn him for having the prettiest smile you thought to yourself. 

“i’m glad you like it. cause i’m not letting you go ever” you assure him squeezing his hand softly, the free hand holding his cheek “my pretty boy” you lean forward kissing his cheek. 

 joaquín smirks cupping your cheek “you missed” he closes the space between you capturing your lips in a proper kiss. 

[nerdsnuff]

yk i wrote this lowkey on a whim and realized such cute things while writing it. thank you furudate for making such fun characters to analyze and write about. happy valentines!

though he wont admit it, kei tsukishima likes enjoying and understanding the same things as the people he cares about. though he’s grown to act all nonchalant, inside he’s an affectionate loser who actually cares a lot.

he only acts so distant to seem cool, (or cause he’s developed trust issues) but honestly all it takes is some time for him to really let loose around someone. pester him enough, and he might miss you.

“hey, look at this” he calls over to you, making you shift your gaze away from the stationary you were looking at. once fully turned, you see his hands holding onto two matching keychains.

you quirk an eyebrow, ready to tease. “keychains huh? you wanna match or something? it’d be cute, considering you have matching bags with yamaguchi… why not match something with me too?” you smile, talking as you get ahold of one of the keychains.

“sure” he replies flat. “and i know you like this animal so… i think that’s an extra point”

you blink, not even realizing that what he grabbed is in fact a cute keychain of your favorite animal. it’s furry and soft against your fingers, making you more endeared towards it. “damn, i didn’t even notice that. you actually remember?”

he scoffs, almost offended. “yeah? you think i wouldn’t? i’m your boyfriend”

you roll your eyes. “okay true… but i didn’t think information like this would matter that much. but i’m super flattered th—”

“if you don’t stop yapping i’m just gonna go buy these. find me when i’m done” he says before swiftly grabbing the keychain from your hand and walking to your opposite side.

you let out a yelp. “hey wait— what!? come back i never said you could pay for both of us!”

[chenlezip]

first time with dreamies

⤷ summary : how your first time with dreamies goes.

warning : fluff but mixed with smut sorta, there’s nothing really wrote out but it’s hinting to it so.. will be a read more added.

MARK LEE :

“Fuck, I’ve never— I’ve never done this before—“ “That’s fine. We can take it slow. It’s all about you, okay?” Mark reassured you lightly as he placed your back against the mattress. You felt comfortable with him obviously but you just were so nervous about having sex with him for the first time time - especially since he was experienced and you weren’t. Your fingers were gently playing with his tshirt, you avoided eye contact.

He could tell you were too in your mind - overthinking so much. He shook his head and tilted your head up so he could meet your eyes, “You’re thinking too much..” He whispered. You sigh, “I-It’s just your experienced and I’m—“

He quickly shut you up by pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I don’t care, this is about us, not my past. That doesn’t matter. Just tell me to stop and I will, okay?”

HUANG RENJUN :

“If it’s too much, tell me. I don’t want you being overwhelmed okay? And I don’t want you forcing yourself to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” Renjun explained, he could see that you were nervous. God, it was written all over your face. It was worse that you couldn’t even spit it out to him that you were comfortable- you were very comfortable with him.

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry I’m like this.” You look down, playing with your fingers and Renjun just chuckled, “Shush, don’t apologise about something that isn’t your problem. I’d wait forever if it meant that you’d be comfortable enough for this.”

“I’m comfortable.. I just..” “Not the right timing, hm? Don’t worry. We’ll take our time.”

LEE JENO :

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready…” Jeno murmurs, and you shake your head, arms only tightening around his neck. “I’m ready. And I trust you,” You whisper, pulling him down for a kiss by the nape of his neck. He hummed in response and smiled, pulling back so he could look at you properly. He moved between your legs, “Yeah?” he murmured, voice so low it was almost lost between you two. He lifted his hand to your cheek, stroking his thumb gently across your cheek, “Yeah.” You whisper.

Jeno moved his hands down to your waist, taking a gentle grip and moving your hips closer to his, “Tell me if I hurt you, alright, pretty?”

LEE HAECHAN :

“I don’t know if I can do this.” “That’s okay. We don’t have to do this. You want to cuddle instead?” Haechan suggested, he didn’t want to force you into anything you didn’t want to do. That would be the last thing he would do on earth. That offer made something in your chest unclench; relief, gratitude, love even.. you felt yourself getting choked up.

Haechan reached for your hand, his fingers curling around yours with such tenderness. “I mean it, seriously, we do not have to do this. I’d hate to ever put you in a situation that makes you uncomfortable when I want the best for you- for us. C’mon, put something nice on.” He chuckled as he moved you to his side, placing your head on his shoulder.

“I love you, hyuck.”

NA JAEMIN :

You let out an unrestrained whimper and then slap a hand over your mouth, your cheeks reddening in embarrassment, and jaemin just chuckled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your blushing cheek. “Don’t be shy baby, it’s normal to let noises out like that when you feel good, ‘kay?” He continued rubbing small circles to your inner thigh, gripping tightly once again which made you whine and buck your hips.

He loved seeing you like this, he had to bite his lip and control the thoughts swirling around his head, reminding himself that you’re new to this and to not put you through so much already.

ZHONG CHENLE :

“I’m so embarrassed—” “It’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed with me. It’s a safe space, okay?” Your boyfriend mumbled as he held you tightly against him, his voice calming to you. You tried to cover yourself up but Chenle took your hands and pinned them up against your head, “Don’t hide yourself. You’re beautiful..” He whispered, placing soft kisses from your lips trailing down to your collarbone.

“You’re so, so perfect..” He continued, moving further down to your chest. You blushed, looking down at him as you moved a hand to his hair, “Le..”

PARK JISUNG :

“Is this okay?” “Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.” Jisung pleaded with you as he threw his head back, a whimper exiting his lips. You gulp, watching him with dazed eyes as you made sure he felt comfortable and that you were doing things right. Jisung helped you through it, you stroked his thigh and leaned in closer to where he wanted you the most. “Mhm..” He hummed, slipping further down the chair he was sat in.

You smile at the male, “let me know if i don’t do something right, okay? want you to feel good..” you whisper.

[ghostkingdiangelo429]

AHHH. I WANNA DO A FIC ON THIS NOW- I HAVE TOO MANY FICS TO WRITE GUHHH, HOW DARE YOU.

So anyways, I wrote it (in Nico's perspective, ofc)-

Just... Relax...

Jason, former praetor and legionnare. When Roman demigods hear his name, they imagine this perfect, beautiful soldier dedicated to respect an honor. But... in all actuality, he's just awkward. Through and through.

He never had the "Normal Teenage School" coming of age story. As a matter of fact, he had the "I Was Raised By A Literal Pack Of Wolves" coming of age story. I wish I was kidding.

He'd tell me stories of Lupa, the Wolf goddess who trained Roman Demigods before they entered into Camp Jupiter (or really any other Roman Encampment Center), and how she always kept her tight close, yet was so stern with her teachings. You either sank, or you swam in the pack. And Jason?

He swam faster and stronger than any of the others who were trained in her pack.

So, when I found Jason, I was almost expecting him to stand at attention... but no. He was slouching, almost weeping. I reach my hand to touch his shoulder, but I hesitated. "Hey, Grace... You okay?..." I settled.

Jason quickly turned around, very obviously crying. His movements were stiff, although his body was relaxed. He seemed to be more conflicted about his identity than the gods were... "O-oh! Hey, Nico, I uhhh... didn't- didn't see you there," He stuttered out. "Why are you here?"

His tone seemed defensive, but also scared. "I was here because Chiron asked me to get you, for something," I admitted. "But, I'll tell him that you're busy, alright?"

He didn't seem to like that. He stammered and stumbled to his feet. "What? Why?-" He said in a panicked tone. "If Chiron needs me, I'll gladly go to help-" I put my arm in front of him as he tried charging for the door.

"Look, Jason. You're overworked... tired... Everyone keeps asking you to do stuff, and you keep jumping up to your feet every chance you get," I said in a concerned tone. "You're not at Camp Jupiter anymore, you don't need or are expected to do or act the way you're supposed to at Jupiter- at Half-Blood, we know that people have their limits. We know not everyone can be perfect, so we have rules and policies in place to do things so we're not overworked or stressed by the time we need to do a mission or some shit." I slowly let my arm raise from in front of him, and he stayed put. "Listen, Grace, I get it.... you're not sure of where you fit in... trust me, I know that feeling more than any other camper here."

Jason grabbed his arm sheepishly as I continued. "I was born in the actual Rome during one of the demigod wars. Only to be stuck in a time chamber for nearly a hundred years, though I only felt as if only three had passed, just for Percy... and Thalia... And Annabeth and Grover to bring me to Camp Half-Blood where I knew I couldn't fit in...." I said in a soft tone. "No Hades kid could fit in socially and especially a Hades Greek kid born into a place where Roman culture with Roman gods were some of the only things I learned. Especially one that had internalized homoerotic feelings as bad due to the tome he grew up in."

"So I get it. Not fitting in," I said, trying to get my message across. "But I learned I can't do everything by myself, and I learned to relax. So please, just for me Jason... relax. Everything will be fine."

Jason stood there twitching, before bawling his eyes out. He threw his arms around me in a tight hug while his tears soaked the top of my head. That's how I knew he was a son of Zeus: he cried just like stormclouds emptying out themselves of rain.

When he finally let go of me, he said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, Nico." He smiled, then cleared his throat. "Though, please don't tell anyone about this, I can't have Leo find out and clown on me for 'relaxing'."

I smiled back. "Secret's safe with me, Grace." He gave me one last hug, and off I went.

@kindred-spirit-93 enjoy this segue post while I try and finish rewriting chapter 3 of demigod :p

Jason Grace is awkward.

He's an amazing praetor, stern and serious and diplomatic. He's perfect at Latin, a great son of Jupter, making camp proud. Everything that Camp Jupiter needs him to be, the years of moulding a perfect soldier paid off.

But take him out of the environment of rules and regulation and neat and careful order then he is jsut an awkward mess.

His speech pattern is way too formal for a teenager, and he sucks at actually expressing emotions, so he just looks mean and judgy, and he always looks rigid and slightly scared. He's great and fighting, but everywhere is a battlefield for him. He also sucks at regualr empathy.He's afraid of loud noises, although he won't show it. He's a child soldier through and through and can not relax to save his life. He thinks that chores are fun. His favourite thing is ancient Rome. He knows so so so little about like the wider world and is so oblivious. He panics if anyone breaks the laws of New Rome, and there are a lot of laws in New Rome. He's so awkward. I need to write this.

[thanosscross]

Doodles - Hwang HyunJin X Reader - Soulmate AU

Summary: After you turn 17, you can see whatever your soulmate writes on their body. whatever they write appearing in the same place on your body, so what happens after your 21st birthday whenever you start getting suspicious if your soulmate is an idol or not?

Warnings: SMUT! Smut smut smut at the end! <3

Word count: 5.7K 👀 longest story yet lovelies!

Nothing was more frustrating and rewarding than having a soulmate, especially whenever whatever was written on your soulmate's body, would also appear on yours in the same spot. It'd all start as soon as somebody turned seventeen-years-old, nobody could explain it, no scientist, conspiracy theorist, religion follower could figure it out. As soon as it would hit the exact time you were born on your seventeenth birthday, it would happen though.

For Hwang HyunJin, it would take a few weeks for anything to appear on his body, but the first time it would, he'd be on the couch with one of his friends, and bandmates, Felix. They'd be hanging out together, going through different funny videos that fans had made, whenever Felix would notice the words starting to form on his friend's wrist, almost like it was a permanent ink pen '2,301,676 + 72,063 + 170,068'. "Hyunjin! Look! I think your soulmate is doing something!" He smiled excitedly, HyunJin glanced down, smiling slightly "They're doing math" He chuckled, picking up a pen as he started to write below the words that sat permanently on his wrist until yours faded, or you washed it off. '2,543,807' he wrote, setting the pen and his phone down with a smile, feeling proud that he could help his soulmate with something.

You wouldn't be able to see anything from HyunJin for another three years, whenever your seventeenth birthday would hit, you'd hide in your room, waiting excitedly for any interaction with your soulmate. You'd wait for about a week before you'd try and reach out first, writing a small 'hi :)' on the top of your hand, but nothing would ever appear for you. You'd start to think maybe you just didn't have a soulmate, never getting any type of response until one night, whenever you were staying over at your friends, waiting for the new StrayKids album to release. Laying on her couch, almost asleep until you spotted the faint markings at the bottom of your arm.

'Boom Vamos, I know that you want it

Boom Lobos, we cannot stop hunting

Boom Ratatata I'mma make it'

You'd stare in confusion, trying desperately to figure out what the phrase meant until you'd hear the newest Stray Kids song 'Chk Chk Boom'. That would cause you to become very, very suspicious over who your soulmate was, and how the hell they got ahold of Straykids lyrics before the official release. You'd spend a few weeks going back and forth with your soulmate, sure you hadn't had an actual conversation, but you'd go back and forth with your writing. If HyunJin wrote down song lyrics, you'd try your best to finish the song, if they were lyrics from a song, you hadn't heard yet, you'd always leave a small note of 'Sounds amazing :)' After those few weeks, you'd be convinced, your soulmate had to be someone in StrayKids, or someone who works with them, how else would they be getting song lyrics before the song's release?

Only a few hours away, in their studio, HyunJin would be lectured by his manager and Bangchan "It's not that we don't want you talking to them, but you're leaking song lyrics when you write them on yourself" Bangchan tried to reason, Hyunjin just raised his eyebrows, not really liking the way he felt like a child in trouble. "How else am I going to remember them?" He protested, their manager just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose "I don't know, Just- Bangchan, figure it out" He sighed before rushing out of the recording studio, beyond stressed, leaving the boy group to sit alone awkwardly. "How about this, we just write the lyrics on the glass window of the booth, and then just clean it when we're done?" Han asked, causing Bangchan to smile brightly "Yea! Yea, that'd be perfect!" He replied, rushing to the desk to grab a dry-erase marker.

You wouldn't get anymore song lyrics after that, instead HyunJin would draw small little doodles on his arms, blushing brightly whenever he'd notice an addition to his doodle, done by his soulmate. You'd take pictures of each drawing that would be on your arm, not wanting to ever forget how adorable they were. "Y/n! Y/n L/n! Open the door!!" Your best friend shouted pounding harshly on the door, as you opened it, your friend quickly barreled into your apartment, practically exploding with excitement. "Slow down! What's wrong with you?" You giggled loudly, watching as she turned around squealing "How much do you love me!?" She squealed, holding her phone close to her chest "Uhhh, I don't know? More than anything" You smiled playfully, watching as she squealed again "Well! Your best friend in the whole world! Got us pit tickets to StrayKids next month!! With a signing the day before!" She screamed, not being able to hold back her excitement any longer, you stared at her in shock before squealing loudly as you hugged her tightly. Celebrating for the rest of the night with shots and blasting your favorite songs until you both ended up passing out.

One Month Later..~

As you paced the lobby of the signing, you felt your nerves starting to rise, why were you doing this? Why didn't you decide to wear a jacket or a long sleeve shirt? You had woken up that morning with your arm littered with the same signature over and over again, from your hand all the way to your shoulder. If you hadn't been such a fan of the boy group, you'd never have recognized it as quickly, but almost immediately, you and your friend recognized the signature of Hwang HyunJin. After that, you felt sure you knew who your soulmate was, you just needed to see if his arm matched. Now as you stood in the lobby though, you were regretting not bring some type of jacket, what if Hyunjin's arm wasn't the same? What if it was just some coincidence and all you looked like was a weird fan? As your friend rushed you inside, your anxiety began to multiply for a different reason. A few feet ahead of you sat all eight members of Stray Kids, as your eyes landed on HyunJin, your heart started hammering in your chest.

HyunJin had been nervous that day, he wasn't exactly sure why, nor would he show it, but he'd go to extreme lengths to make sure his outfit, hair, and signature was perfect. He wasn't sure why he was going to such lengths; he just had a voice in his head and a feeling telling him to make sure everything was perfect today. Even spending the entire car ride to the venue practicing his signature on his arm, despite his friends teasing. Whenever Jeongin's eyes landed on two girls who walked in, he started nudging one of his best friends excitedly "Look! Look! that one right there, with the h/c hair, she's got Hyunjin's writing all over!" He whispers yelled to Han who was sat between him and HyunJin. The loud whispers caught the young man's attention, HyunJin turning to look towards where his bandmates were motioning and looking, his eyes landing on you. More specifically your arm that had the exact handwriting his did, as you got closer to the front of the line, HyunJin felt himself growing more confident, if you were his soulmate and a fan, surely he wouldn't be rejected..right?

As you nervously stood at the front of the line, you hesitated, keeping your eyes trained on the black table ahead of you. Your friend gave you a gentle push forward towards the table, indicating it was your turn now. As you sat down in front of the first member, BangChan, you could feel your hands shaking violently, knowing you’d have to have a very awkward conversation very soon. “Hi!- are you okay?” His tone quickly changed from upbeat to concerned as he gently grabbed your hands, to try and stop them from shaking as bad. “Y-yea! I-I’m sorry” you stuttered out nervously, squeezing his hands gently in return, as you went to hand him your newest Stray Kids album along with one of his photo-cards to sign, BangChan took notice to your arm.

“Woah, HyunJin did that too ya know?” He asked before realizing what exactly what was going on, he had his best friend’s soulmate sitting in front of him currently. “That’s why you’re so nervous” he smiled nodding a bit as he quickly signed your things, watching as the staff motioned for you to move on to the next member. “Thank you” you smiled bowing slightly, he just gave you a supportive smile as he leaned over to Felix “that’s HyunJin’s soulmate look” he whispered before you sat down. Felix gasped loudly, leaned over the table to get a better look at your arm and you, you were extremely beautiful, maybe not his exact type, but definitely HyunJin’s type, and that’s all that mattered. “Hi! It’s so good to see you!” Felix greeted, almost like you two were old friends catching up rather than an idol and fan. “I-it’s good to see you too! I really love your g-guys music” you replied, smiling a bit as you tried to shove down your anxiety as you made your way to Hyunjin.

Whenever you finally sat down in front of HyunJin, there was a hint of tension, both of you could see clearly that you were soulmates, but neither of you said anything, you weren’t even sure what to say. “What’s all that about?” He asked teasingly, motioning towards your arm as he started to sign your things “Soulmate, decided to give me a tattoo sleeve of his name when I woke up” you explained nervously, giggling whenever you saw the idol smirk slightly as he laughed. Sitting in front of him calmed your nerves slightly, especially seeing that he wasn’t jumping to maybe you were just a crazy fan. “Seems like your soulmate knew you were coming to meet different guys” he teased, not yet noticing that it was actually his own signature, not just some random one. As HyunJin handed you the album case, and photo-card back, he took in the matching signature on your arm. As you were forced to move again, HyunJin felt a pull towards you, like he wanted to just get up and follow you out, but he knew he couldn’t do that, not without getting to know you first.

As the fan sign started wrapping up, the boys rushed to HyunJin “seriously! She was right there! Your soulmate was literally right in front of you! Why didn’t you say anything?!” They all shouted in chorus, not understanding his actions, or the fact that he never said anything to you indicating you were soulmates. “I reached out! I’m playing it cool!” He defended himself, smirking to himself as they all got ready to leave.

Whenever you got back home, you’d start setting up your new signed merch, only to notice the phone number scribbled underneath HyunJin’s name on his photo-card. “Holy shit holy shit…b/f/n!!!” You screamed, waiting until your friend got to your bedroom before starting to freak out. “I think I got HyunJin’s number!! Look!” You screamed, holding out the photo card as you nervously started to pace the floor. “Oh my god!! You have to text it! What if it is him!? What if you two are soulmates and get married and give me little idol niece and nephews!!” She squealed in reply, shoving the photo-card back to you as she started to jump up and down with excitement. “I-I don’t know” you whispered nervously, grabbing your phone, hovering your fingers over the numbers on the keypad, contemplating on if you really wanted to reach out.

HyunJin spent the rest of his night after the Fan sign, eating dinner with his friends and then going back home to wait by the phone. He wasn’t about to make a whole scene in front of over a thousand fans, because he found his soulmate, he'd prefer if that was private, at least for now. Whenever his phone finally would buzz, he'd practically throw himself over the couch to see who the message was from.

Unknown: Hello? I got this number on a photo card 🫣

HyunJin: I noticed we matched today..

HyunJin could feel his leg start to bounce slightly as it took slightly longer for a reply from you, but almost as soon as he added your number as a contact, a new message came through from you.

Beautiful: You just had to cover my entire arm in your name today, didn't you? 😂

HyunJin: Maybe I just had a feeling my soulmate was meeting my flirty bandmates 😉

You immediately felt your cheeks run hot with a blush whenever you read over his message, him basically quoting himself from earlier. He knew it was you the moment he saw you, the words kept running through your head, causing you to become flustered over the entire interaction from before. Taking a moment to recollect yourself before replying back to him.

Beautiful: Was truly rude, I'm not sure if I'll ever forgive you now

HyunJin smirked to himself, already falling in love with you just by the few messages you had sent. As he pressed the small call button by your name, it wasn't long before he heard a soft, shy voice answer. "Yes?.." You whispered, your cockiness quickly fading as you were put on the spot, being on the phone and actually hearing his voice made it all real, which made you extremely shy over the fact you had a famous idol flirting with you. "Where'd all the flirtiness go, Gonjunim?" He asked smirking, moving to go to his bedroom rather than the living room, where the rest of the seven members sat. You blushed brightly as you shoved your face in your pillows for a moment to try and calm your racing heart from being flustered. "I'm just not forgiving you right now" You squeaked out, taking a deep breath as you finally sat up "I'm so sorry, Gonjunim, I'll make sure next time I leave my name on you, it's a little more private" He replied, having to cover his mouth afterwards, not believing he just said that out right. "Hwang HyunJin!" You gasped in shock, staring at the phone before taking a breath, trying to recollect your thoughts as you heard his chuckles through the speaker on your phone. "Yea! It'll sound just like that whenever it happens! and you know, I can't even gasp your name, you haven't told me" He chuckled, leaning back against his pillows that sat on his bed, you blushed brightly, rolling onto your stomach, setting your phone down on your bed as you smiled. "Y/n, Y/n L/n" You replied softly, blushing whenever you heard him whisper it quietly to himself.

You two would both end up falling asleep on the phone with each other a little past midnight, spending that entire night, flirting, joking, and just getting to know each other, you were soulmates after all. The next day would be hectic for the both of you, HyunJin being rushed to rehearsals, makeup and hair, and then dressing rooms to change into his preforming outfit. You and your friend were rushing to make sure you got to the venue in time to get good pit spots, you were determined, wanting to see the boys preform up close, especially the member you were falling in love with. Once you'd get inside, thankfully, you and your friends would both get straight to the barricades. As you stood against the metal fence like structure, you'd pull your phone out to text HyunJin quickly

Beautiful: I'm right at the barricade, I'm excited to see you again 😉

You wouldn't be expecting a reply, instead, you noticed writing starting to appear on your thigh, a little below the ends of your shorts. 'HyunJin's Gonjunim' sat proudly on your skin, causing you to blush brightly and try your best to hide it. The show would start shortly after that, and for almost the entire two and a half hours of it, HyunJin's gaze was always on you, especially during his verses and lines while singing. Whenever the show ended, your phone would buzz with a text message, which you wouldn't see until after you and your friend made it out of the actual arena of the venue.

HyunJin: Stay with me tonight

You'd be slightly confused at first, until you'd spot him peeking out of a door with a giant sign that had 'Employees Only' taped to it, he had been serious. After you convinced your friend to go ahead and go home, you made your way over to him, smiling with a bright blush as he smirked at you. "Absolutely breathtaking" HyunJin whispered, taking your hand in his gently to spin you around, getting a full view of your outfit. Your entire body felt hot as you became flustered under the idol's gaze, as you turned to face him again, you smiled softly "Hmm, looks like that soulmate of yours knew you'd be seeing those guys again" HyunJin teased, motioning towards your thigh before smiling innocently "Oh I saw, I swear to every god there is, I'm gonna get you back" You giggled, clinging to him slightly as he led through the door, through the backstage area until he ended up back at his dressing room. "Woah, this is..insane" You whispered looking around in awe at the incredibly expensive dressing room, HyunJin only smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. As your back pressed against his chest, you blushed slightly "Excuse me sir, that's not how you greet a lady" You teased, feeling him squeeze his arms around you as he chuckled "Sorry, Gonjunim" He replied in the same teasing tone that you had used, you giggled reply, placing your hands on his arms as you leaned into his touch.

Whenever you'd get back to his shared dorm with ChangBin, HyunJin would give you a quick tour before leading you to his room with a smile "This is my room" He whispered nervously, he wasn't exactly sure why he was suddenly so anxious, but seeing you in his bedroom and not just hearing your voice through the phone, made his heart race. "Aein...Are you okay?" You asked after you turned to face him, noticing his nervous behavior, HyunJin glanced up slightly, raising his eyebrows as you wrapped your arms around him tight in a hug "I-I'm okay" He assured as he wrapped his arms back around you in return, feeling like his eyes were drawn to your eyes and then your lips, back and forth before you eventually spoke. "Kiss me" You demanded, HyunJin wasted no time in pressing his lips against yours, cupping your cheek as you moved your lips together. You rested your hands on his sides gently, blushing whenever you felt one of his hands move to your lower back, pulling you closer to his body as he nipped at your bottom lip.

HyunJin could feel himself growing confident as you gasped and whimpered under his touch, as you both moved over to the bed, HyunJin let you fall onto the mattress, giving you that damn smirk that made you flustered every time. "Is this okay, Jagiya?" HyunJin asked, his tone growing serious for a moment as he ghosted his hands over the waistband of your shorts. You took a deep breath as you nodded, placing your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to press your lips against his jaw. As he let out a quiet grunt, you whimpered, feeling his hands working at undoing your shorts and shoving them down your legs. As HyunJin finally managed to get your jean shorts off he felt his jeans getting tighter, the dark black underwear hugging your body almost like they were made for you specifically. As he helped pull off your shirt, he was left speechless, taking in every bit of beauty that laid in front of him, you started to grow nervous under his gaze now. What if he was staring over something that was gross or ugly to him? "What did I do to deserve you?" HyunJin whispered to nobody as he leaned forward pressing his lips against your skin, moving from your neck, collarbone, then the top of your breasts. Reaching behind you, you quickly undid the clasp of your bra, letting it slide off of you before moving your hands to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as he moved his lips to your nipples.

"You're okay, Gonjunim, Changbin isn't here, let me hear you" He whispered against your skin, moving his lips from your nipple down your stomach until he got to the hemline of your underwear. "Uhm Excuse me" You huffed dramatically, motioning towards him and the fact he was still fully clothed compared to you being practically naked on his bed, he gave you a knee-weakening smile before rolling his eyes playfully. As he pulled off his shirt and shrugged his jeans off, you noticed how big he actually was inside of his boxers. "Gonjunim, you're staring" He smirked, pushing your underwear to the side, causing you to bite your lip quickly, keeping eye contact with him as he slowly pushed your legs further apart, allowing him access to ghost his ring and middle finger over your pussy. "You're the one who looks like that, you're literally a walking definition of perfect" You argued, your voice wavering as you felt his lightly tapping his fingers against you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you in amusement. You got no reply from HyunJin who just sat next to you, his fingers still ghosting over you while occasionally tapping one of his fingers against your pussy, his eyes going over your body repeatedly as he took in every bit of your body. You were like a goddess, and the fact you were his soulmate? Made his emotions and adrenaline run crazy, you huffed slightly leaning up to place a hand on his bare chest "Please, do whatever, just do something, please" You whimpered, gasping and grabbing ahold of his shoulders as he pushed two of his fingers inside of you.

As he curled his fingers inside of you, you could feel the knot in your stomach building, HyunJin seemed to notice, choosing to move his position to sit in between your legs. He kept his eyes trained on yours as he placed his mouth on your clit, pressing his tongue against it, causing you to moan loudly, running your hands over his buzzed head before grabbing onto the sheets. "There you go, Gunjunim, you sound so pretty whenever you moan" He stated against your skin, you just whimpered at the loss of contact against your clit, HyunJin chuckled shaking his head "Needy gunjunim" He stated before placing his mouth back on your clit, moving his fingers and tongue at the same pace, his tongue moving in different shapes across your clit as you moaned loudly. "F-Fuck! HyunJin please!" You moaned out, arching your back as he pushed his fingers as far as he could inside of you before pushing his pointer finger inside you with the other two.

HyunJin felt like if he got any harder, he'd end up dying or needing a hospital, the sounds you were making, the reactions your body was having, and the way your pussy kept squeezing around his fingers weren't helping either. With every movement of his fingers, you squeezed around him, causing his mind to wander on how tight you'd squeeze his cock if he fucked you. You pulled HyunJin out of his thoughts by calling out his name loudly, causing him to come back to reality right as you came around his fingers. A mixture of moans and whimpers leaving your lips as HyunJin felt your cum coating his fingers that slowed their movements inside of you. Your soulmate smirked as he watched you calm down from your high before pulling his fingers out of you.

You bit your lip as you watched HyunJin slipped a condom over his hard-on that stood stiff as he shrugged his boxers off. He was a lot bigger than you would have guessed, which made you slightly nervous, but also made you turned on all over again. You attempted to sit up and cup HyunJin's cheeks, but he stopped you, lifting you with ease as he helped you straddle his lap "Come on, Gunjunim, I have you one, you can work for the other" He whispered in a teasing tone as you gave him a confused expression, understanding his point, you nervously reached to grab his cock, positioning it at your entrance before slowly lowering your hips down. As his cock pushed deeper inside of you, you both moaned loudly, your arms immediately wrapping around him as he bottomed out inside of you, you swore you could feel his tip poking against your cervix. HyunJin panted against your neck, trying his best not to just flip you over and fuck you until you couldn't walk anymore, he couldn't do that, not yet at least. "Y/n, Gunjunim, Jagiya, I need you to move" He grunted, gripping onto the sheets so tight that his knuckles were turning white. "F-Fuck I-I can't" You whimpered, moaning softly as he repositioned himself to hold your waist tightly in his hands, guiding your movements. Your nails dug into his back, scratching down as he moved your hips against his, causing his cock to start moving in and out of you. "H-Hyun-" You moaned loudly, feeling him thrust his hips up, causing him to go further into you than before, HyunJin grunted, growing frustrated before he finally flipped you both.

As you laid on your back, HyunJin pushed his cock back inside of you, moving your legs to rest on his hips as he started to fuck you quickly. You moaned loudly tightening your legs around his waist causing his cock to go deeper inside of you, Hyunjin let his head fall against the pillows next to yours as he grunted lowly. He could feel himself slamming his cock into you as your pussy squeezed him even tighter, causing him to take a moment, not wanting to cum just yet. You whimpered in protest, desperately trying to grind your hips against his. Your actions caused him to growl in annoyance, one of his hands moving to rest on your stomach to keep you from trying to grind against him anymore, while to other found a tight grip in your hand "Such a brat" he huffed before continuing his thrusts, this time with a little more force and speed, you only moaned at his statement, squeezing around him, giving him the message that you 100% liked the new nickname. You were a moaning mess underneath your soulmate, feeling the knot in your stomach grow tighter with every thrust, HyunJin seemed determined, chasing after your orgasm rather than his own. As he let go of grip he had on your hair, he moved his hand between your legs, rubbing shapes into your clit as he thrusted into you. You whimpered loudly feeling like you were on the edge of cumming as HyunJin leaned closer to your lips, ghosting his over yours as he slammed his hips into you, pushing his cock as far as it would go before smirking "Come on, brat, get yourself off" He smirked, chuckling at your whines of protest, noticing him not backing down, you shyly replaced his hand with your own on your clit. As you grinded your hips against his, you quickly shut your eyes, feeling nervous and flustered under his gaze as he watched you basically fuck yourself on his cock. "Ah Ah, If you're going to be a brat, Gunjunim, you can at least look me in the eyes while you do it" He tsked, causing your cheeks to heat up with a blush as you opened your eyes, immediately making eye contact with him, you could feel yourself growing wetter and squeezing around him as you bit your lip.

"Here I'll make it easier" He whispered, moving you both back to your original position where you were straddling him, this time he pulled a few pillows down for him to lean against, almost like he was watching one of his favorite shows. You bit your lip as you grinded your hips against his, trying to hold back your moans as you slowed your movements, HyunJin guided your hips again, getting you to a good pace before moving his hands back to rest under his head. As you got closer to your climax, you got a rush of confidence, moaning loudly as you moved your fingers back to your clit, massaging it quickly as you rolled and bounced your hips against HyunJin's. He had his head thrown back against the pillows, trying to hold back his own grunts and moans as he felt his cock twitch inside of you, precum leaking into the condom as he felt himself getting closer to cumming. "C-Come on, Gunjunim, you've got it, fuck- just like that. F-Fuck!" His words quickly turned to moans as you squeezed around him "H-Hyun! I-I'm gonna cum, P-Please just fuck me!" You begged loudly, trying to match his thrusts from earlier, only to fail as your thighs twitched. "Does the brat need my help now? I thought she could do it by herself" He teased, watching as you whimpered loudly, tears starting to build in your eyes from frustration, HyunJin chuckled softly at how desperate you were to finally cum, choosing to hold your hips as he quickly thrusted his hips up inside of you. You gasped loudly, holding onto his arms tightly as you felt yourself extremely close to cumming, HyunJin slowed his movements as he gave you a slight glare "Keep working that clit, Gunjunim, you can be a pillow princess next time" He demanded and teased, smirking as he watched your fingers shyly make their way back to your clit, rubbing quick sloppy circles, watching you caused HyunJin's cock to twitch even more before finally spilling over, shooting cum into the condom as he moaned loudly, letting his head fall back. You weren't sure what exactly caused you to cum, HyunJin's moans, or the way it felt having him cum while inside of you, but you weren't complaining. As you grinded your hips against his, his moans grew more frequent and louder, moaning your name softly whenever you pushed your hips down. As his cock pushed all of the way inside of you, you felt yourself cumming around him, his moans growing louder as you moaned his name loudly. He panted, holding your hips down as he grinded his hips against yours, causing whimpers of his name to fall from your lips "Think you can make it even, make me cum one more time?" He panted, feeling himself growing hard inside of you again, the feeling caused you to moan loudly, your thighs twitching from overstimulation, even then you nodded softly, not wanting the night to end.

As HyunJin hovered over you now, he slowly thrusted his hips, moving his cock in and out of you slowly, his fingers intertwined with yours as you whimpered softly, your legs trying to close around his waist. "I've got you" He whispered against your neck, pushing his hips completely against yours, causing your legs to spread completely open. As he pressed soft kisses against your jawline and neck, he started to quicken his thrusts, feeling himself already leaking precum again. "I-It feels too good" You whimpered, squeezing his hands tightly as he quickened his pace "F-Feels good for me too, I'm so close, Gunjunim- fuck, you're so tight around me, I could fuck you all night if you'd let me" He grunted, feeling his stomach tighten as his pace quickened but also became sloppy, your back arched from his movements, whimpering loudly whenever HyunJin pressed his lips against yours "I-I'm gonna cum, HyunJin!" You whimpered loudly against his lips, digging your nails into his back as he just thrusted into you harder "I-I know, baby, Me too, go ahead and cum for me, I know you can" He panted, pressing on your stomach right where you felt that knot tightening again, the new pressure causing you to feel everything on a whole different. "Feel that, Gunjunim? I know you're going to cum" He teased, feeling you tense under his hand's pressure, you whimpered loudly, moaning his name against his lips. The feeling of you cumming around him was enough to send HyunJin over the edge again, his cum starting to spill out of the condom as he slowly his movement, pushing his cock as deep as he could as he moaned against your lips.

After a few moments, You'd both lay on the bed still trying to catch your breath as you both contemplated a shower. "Come on, you can wear some of my clothes" He smiled softly, moving to throw his boxers back on, as you stood up slowly, HyunJin quickly wrapped a sheet around you, knowing you probably wouldn't want to put on your underwear again after being that turned on. As you stepped into the bathroom, HyunJin was quick to get the water warm and ready for you to step in, even holding onto your hand and helping you into the shower before standing with his back to the shower. He'd stay outside of the shower, waiting, until you ended up reaching out and pulling him in by his hand "No reason we can't save some water, right?" You smiled, cupping his cheeks before tilting his head back to get his hair wet before tilting it back so he was looking at you "I'm really happy I've got such a good guy as a soulmate" You whispered after a moment, causing HyunJin to blush this time, shaking his head slightly "I'm happy I've got you" He replied before pressing his lips to yours gently, you kissed him back, resting your hands on his shoulders as you giggled "You're adorable" You smiled, pulling away gently as you took in his adorable smile, never in a hundred years would you think that you'd be soulmates with Hwang HyunJin, but you wouldn't want any other soulmate than him.

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You Wrote That For Me, Didn't You? [Part 2]

pairing(s) : Idol!Yunho x Atiny!reader

word count : 4915

summary : The night spirals as Yunho’s teasing and touch drive you to the edge, overstimulating you until you're begging for more, leaving you craving every sinful second.

genre : smut

warning(s) : explicit content, overstimulation, dirty talk, power dynamics,mentions of fanfiction and smut, cunnilingus and oral fixation, along with mild degradation, mention of hand kink(?). Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N : I noticed y'all love this so much, so enjoy this little treat:)

Minors do not interact, 21+ only!!

🪐smut under the cut🪐

You didn’t go home that night. Not because you didn’t want to—because you couldn’t.

Every time you closed your eyes, Yunho’s voice echoed in your head.

"Don’t stop writing. I like seeing what you come up with."

It haunted you. The way he had looked at you, touched you, spoken to you. Like he knew exactly what he was doing. Like he had already decided what would happen next.

And deep down, you knew it too.

Because just as you had convinced yourself to forget it, to push the encounter to the back of your mind as nothing more than a fever dream—

Your phone buzzed.

A text.

Unknown Number: "Room 1709. Conrad Seoul. Don’t keep me waiting, baby."

Your stomach dropped.

You shouldn’t have gone.

You should have ignored it, deleted the message, and gone home like a good girl.

But instead—

You were standing outside the hotel door, heart hammering, fingers hovering over the handle.

You knew what this was. Knew that the moment you stepped inside, there was no going back.

And yet—

You pushed the door open.

The room was dim, the only light coming from the city skyline pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air was thick, warm, carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne.

And then there was him.

Yunho stood near the window, hands in his pockets, his silhouette cast against the glass.

He didn’t turn around immediately. Instead, he let the silence stretch—so suffocating, so unbearably tense that your breath caught in your throat.

Finally, he spoke.

“I knew you’d come.”

Your fingers curled into fists. “How did you get my number?”

Yunho let out a soft chuckle, finally turning to face you. His expression was unreadable—half amusement, half something darker.

“Does it matter?” he murmured, stepping closer.

You should have stepped back.

You didn’t.

Yunho watched you carefully, his gaze dipping down, taking in the rise and fall of your chest, the way your body betrayed you with every shallow breath.

Then—

He reached out, fingers skimming along your wrist, slow and deliberate.

“I read everything you wrote about me,” he murmured. “Every filthy little fantasy.”

Your throat went dry, is he gonna punish you?

Yunho’s fingers curled around your wrist, pulling you closer—so close you could feel his breath against your skin.

“I think it’s time I see if you meant it.”

Your breathing was uneven.

The air in the hotel room felt heavier now, charged with something dark, something undeniable. Yunho hadn’t even touched you properly, yet your body was already betraying you—heat pooling low in your stomach, legs pressing together, fingers twitching at your sides.

And he saw it.

He always did.

Yunho’s lips twitched, eyes flickering between yours before he leaned in just a fraction closer. “You still haven’t answered me,” he murmured.

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

“Answered what?” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.

His grip on your chin tightened—just a little, just enough. “Aren’t you going to let me test them?”

You knew what he meant.

Every filthy detail you had ever written. Every desperate, depraved fantasy where you had turned him into something dangerous, something relentless. Where he had taken you apart in ways you had never even experienced in real life.

And now—

Now he was standing in front of you, giving you the chance to live it.

Your throat bobbed.

“…Yes.”

It was soft. Almost too soft. But Yunho heard it.

And he smirked.

His other hand lifted, fingers brushing along your jaw—so gently it made your skin ache for more. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice like velvet. “I knew you’d be obedient.”

The praise sent a jolt of arousal straight through you.

Yunho noticed.

His smirk deepened. “Ah,” he chuckled, his fingers ghosting lower, down the column of your throat. “You like that, don’t you?”

You bit your lip.

A mistake.

Because Yunho’s gaze dropped instantly—to your mouth, to the way your teeth sank into your bottom lip like you were trying to hold back.

That flicker of restraint vanished.

Before you could even react, Yunho moved—swift, deliberate. His hand slid behind your neck, pulling you flush against him, and then—

His lips crashed against yours.

It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle.

It was claiming.

His tongue swiped along the seam of your lips, demanding entry, and when you gasped—when you whimpered—he took full advantage, deepening the kiss, drinking you in like he had been waiting for this for far too long.

His grip tightened, fingers tangling in your hair, and the heat of him, the sheer size of him, had your knees buckling.

Yunho noticed.

And he loved it.

His free hand dropped, sliding around your waist, pulling you hard against him—against the solid heat of his chest, against the unmistakable hardness pressing into your stomach.

You moaned. You couldn’t help it.

Yunho growled.

“Fuck,” he murmured against your lips. “You sound even better than I imagined.”

He didn’t even give you a second to process before his mouth was on yours again—hungrier this time, more desperate. His teeth scraped against your lower lip, his grip on your waist tightening as if he wanted to pull you inside him.

And you let him.

Because Yunho wasn’t just testing your fantasies anymore.

He was rewriting them.

Yunho didn’t let up.

He kissed you like he was starving—like he had waited too long for this moment and wasn’t going to waste a single second. His tongue swept into your mouth, claiming, teasing, until you were dizzy from the sheer intensity of it.

Your fingers clutched at his shirt, desperate for something to ground you, but Yunho wasn’t giving you a chance to catch your breath.

His hands were already moving.

Sliding down your sides, gripping your waist, exploring like he had every right to.

And then—

A gasp tore from your lips as Yunho yanked you even closer—so close you could feel him, the hard press of his body against yours, the heat radiating off him in waves.

He groaned, low and rough, his lips trailing from your mouth down to your jaw.

“Mm,” he hummed, his voice thick with amusement. “You’re shaking.”

You were.

Because Yunho wasn’t just touching you—he was devouring you, piece by piece, taking his time, making sure you felt everything.

His teeth grazed your pulse, sending a shiver down your spine.

Then—

He bit.

Not hard—just enough to make you whimper, your hands fisting in his shirt.

Yunho chuckled against your skin, his tongue flicking out to soothe the sting.

“Sensitive,” he mused, his grip tightening on your waist. “That’s cute.”

His fingers dipped lower.

Trailing down your stomach, teasing, threatening.

You gasped, your body tensing in anticipation, but Yunho—

Yunho stopped.

A slow, wicked smirk curled on his lips as he pulled back just slightly, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Say it,” he murmured.

Your breath caught. “Say… what?”

Yunho tilted his head. “You know what.”

Your stomach flipped.

Because you did know.

He wanted you to ask.

To admit that you wanted it.

Your cheeks burned, your pride screaming at you to hold out, to make him work for it—but Yunho saw that hesitation.

And he wasn’t having it.

His fingers ghosted over the waistband of your jeans, teasing, torturing.

“You wrote all those filthy little things about me,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear, “but now you’re too shy to say it?”

Your entire body trembled.

Yunho laughed.

A deep, pleased sound, like he was thoroughly enjoying this.

Then—

He leaned in, his breath hot against your lips.

“Be a good girl,” he whispered.

His fingers dipped lower.

“Tell me what you want.”

You couldn’t breathe.

Not properly. Not with the way Yunho was watching you, waiting—so patient, so in control.

His fingers hovered just over the waistband of your jeans, not moving, not pressing any further. Teasing. Taunting.

You knew what he wanted.

But you were still struggling to say it.

Yunho sighed—a slow, amused sound—before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

And then—

He lifted his hand.

Right in front of your face.

You froze.

Your stomach plummeted.

Because you knew what he was doing.

Your obsession with his hands wasn’t a secret.

Not to yourself. Not to your readers.

And apparently—

Not to him.

“You like these, don’t you?” Yunho murmured, flexing his fingers slightly, watching the way your eyes locked onto the movement.

You swallowed hard.

His hands were ridiculous.

Big. Veiny. Strong. The kind that could wrap around your throat, your waist—your entire existence—and make you feel small.

And he knew it.

A smirk tugged at his lips. “You wrote about them so many times,” he mused, curling his fingers slowly, making you watch. “I wonder—”

His palm ghosted over your stomach, fingers spreading, pressing lightly against the fabric of your shirt.

“Were you thinking about them when you touched yourself?”

A broken whimper escaped your lips.

Your thighs squeezed together, your body screaming for more, but Yunho—

Yunho was enjoying this too much.

“You want them on you, don’t you?” he murmured.

Your breath hitched.

His hand shifted, fingers tracing just under the hem of your shirt.

You whimpered.

Yunho laughed.

“I knew it,” he whispered.

Then—

His fingers moved.

Yunho’s fingers moved—slowly, deliberately, like he knew how much it was killing you.

Your breathing hitched as his hand slid under your shirt, palm warm against your bare skin. His fingers traced over your stomach, featherlight, teasing—so agonizingly slow that you swore he was doing it just to watch you squirm.

And he was.

“Mm,” he hummed, voice deep, thick with amusement. “I can feel you shaking.”

Your lips parted, a soft whimper slipping free before you could stop it.

Yunho groaned.

“You love this, don’t you?” His voice dropped lower, rougher. His palm spread wider, fingers pressing into your skin just enough to make you feel his strength. “You love my hands on you.”

You did.

Too much.

And Yunho knew it.

His thumb brushed along your ribs, his fingers dragging lower—so close, yet still not enough.

Your head tilted back, lips trembling as a frustrated whine built in your throat.

Yunho laughed.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. “Are you getting impatient?”

Your fingers curled into his shirt, gripping tight as you nodded.

Yunho smirked.

“So desperate,” he mused, his fingers trailing even lower. “And for what?”

His lips brushed your jaw, a soft, teasing kiss.

“For my hands?”

You let out a whimper.

Yunho groaned.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his grip on your waist tightening. “I should make you beg for them.”

Your stomach flipped.

Because the worst part?

You would.

You would beg.

And Yunho knew it.

His fingers flexed against your skin, slow, purposeful—reminding you of what they could do. Of what they were capable of.

And then—

His other hand came up, fingers wrapping around your throat.

Not tight. Not squeezing.

Just holding.

Just reminding you.

Your breath caught.

Yunho leaned in, his lips grazing yours, his voice barely a whisper—

“Say it, baby.”

His thumb stroked over your pulse, slow, teasing.

“Tell me how bad you want them.”

Your whole body was burning.

Yunho’s hand was still wrapped around your throat—not tight, just there, just holding you, reminding you of the sheer size of it. The way his fingers nearly spanned the entire width of your neck, the way his thumb rested just over your racing pulse.

And you couldn’t focus on anything else.

Not with his other hand still ghosting over your stomach, still teasing, still making you ache for more.

But he wasn’t moving.

He was waiting.

Because he wanted to hear it.

Your pride screamed at you to hold out, to fight the urge to give in too easily. But Yunho—

Yunho saw your hesitation.

And he laughed.

“Oh, baby,” he sighed, his grip tightening just slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to make your breath hitch. “Still trying to be stubborn?”

Your lips parted, but nothing came out.

Yunho grinned.

“You were so bold when you wrote about me,” he murmured, tilting his head, his eyes mocking. “So shameless.”

His thumb stroked along your throat, slow, deliberate.

“But now?” He smirked. “Now you can’t even speak?”

Your stomach flipped.

Yunho knew.

He knew you were already gone, that you were seconds away from crumbling completely.

And he wanted to watch it happen.

His fingers flexed, his grip tightening just a little more. “Say it,” he murmured.

A soft whimper slipped free, your body trembling beneath his touch.

But Yunho—

Yunho wasn’t satisfied.

His hand moved, fingers trailing down, tracing over your collarbone, your shoulder—so slowly, so purposefully that you swore he was doing it just to make you suffer.

And then—

He lifted his hand again, right in front of your face.

Let you see it.`

His fingers flexed.

And you broke.

“P-please,” you breathed, your voice shaking.

Yunho’s eyes darkened.

His hand twitched, but he still didn’t move.

“Please what?” he murmured.

Your face burned.

You swallowed hard, your fingers clenching in his shirt as your pride crumbled under the weight of his gaze.

“Please,” you whispered. “Touch me.”

Yunho groaned.

His head dropped, his lips brushing against your temple as he exhaled sharply. “That’s cute,” he murmured.

His fingers brushed your jaw, tilting your chin up until you were forced to meet his gaze.

“But I think you can do better.”

Your pulse spiked.

Yunho smirked, his hand shifting again, his palm pressing flat against your stomach now, warm and firm.

“You’ve been obsessed with my hands for so long,” he mused. “You’ve written entire paragraphs about them.”

His fingers spread, pressing into your skin.

“You know exactly what they can do.”

You whimpered.

Yunho grinned.

“So beg,” he murmured.

His lips ghosted over yours, teasing, taunting.

“Beg for them like you mean it.”

You weren’t breathing right.

Couldn’t.

Not with the way Yunho was looking at you, eyes dark, lips curved into that slow, mocking smirk.

Not with the way his hands were still hovering, still teasing, still refusing to give you what you needed.

And definitely not with the way he was making you say it.

Your fingers dug into his shirt, trembling as you swallowed back your pride—what was left of it, anyway.

“P-please,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.

Yunho sighed.

Like he expected better.

Like he wasn’t impressed.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, shaking his head slightly. “That’s not begging.”

His fingers traced your jaw, tilting your chin up just enough to make sure you were looking at him.

“That’s just asking nicely.”

You bit your lip, your cheeks burning, your entire body on fire.

But Yunho—

Yunho wasn’t moving.

His hands were still right there, still so close, but he wasn’t giving you anything.

And you were crumbling.

Your pride was slipping through your fingers like sand, and Yunho was just watching it happen.

And he loved it.

Your lips parted, your breath shaky. “Please,” you tried again, voice cracking. “Please, Yunho, I—I need you.”

Yunho hummed, his thumb stroking over your bottom lip.

“Getting better,” he mused.

Then—

He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear.

“But you can do more.”

Your body trembled.

Because you could.

And he knew it.

Yunho pulled back just enough to meet your gaze again, his eyes sharp, expecting.

His fingers flexed, his other hand still resting so lightly against your stomach, teasing, torturing.

And you—

You snapped.

“Please,” you whimpered, desperate, wrecked. “I need your hands on me, Yunho, please.”

Yunho groaned.

Deep, rough, like your words had gone straight to his cock.

His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers finally—finally—pressing firmly against your skin.

“Fuck,” he muttered, almost to himself. “That’s cute.”

And then—

He laughed.

Soft, dark, pleased.

“See?” he murmured, his thumb stroking slow circles over your skin. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You whimpered.

Yunho’s smirk widened.

His other hand finally—finally—slid down, wrapping around your thigh, squeezing just enough to make you feel it.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Then—

His fingers moved.

Yunho’s fingers moved.

Slow. Deliberate.

Spreading over your waist, pressing into your skin—just enough to make you feel him. Just enough to make your whole body tense, waiting, anticipating.

His lips brushed against your ear, his breath warm, teasing. “So sensitive,” he murmured, his fingers dragging lower. “Is this what happens when you spend all your time writing about me, baby?”

Your stomach flipped.

Because—

Yes.

It was.

And Yunho knew it.

His hand slid beneath the waistband of your jeans, fingers dipping lower—slow, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to torture you.

And then—

His fingers brushed against your clothed cunt.

Your whole body jerked.

Yunho groaned.

“Oh, baby,” he muttered, his voice thick with amusement. “I barely touched you.”

His hand shifted, pressing just enough to make you squirm.

Your breath came out shaky, your thighs squeezing together instinctively—trying to find more, trying to chase anything.

But Yunho—

Yunho laughed.

"That desperate already?" His fingers flexed, teasing, his lips grazing the side of your neck. "You wrote so many dirty things about me, baby. So many things about my hands.”

His fingers dragged up, just enough to brush over your tits.

And you whimpered.

Loud.

Too loud.

Yunho grinned.

“Oh,” he sighed, mockingly sweet. “That’s cute.”

Then—

His fingers pressed down on your nipple, circle it above the fabric of your clothes teasingly.

Your whole body arched, your breath catching in your throat as his hand moved, slow, precise, like he knew exactly what would ruin you.

Your fingers clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in, your mind spinning.

And Yunho—

Yunho groaned.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough, his hand moving in slow, teasing circles. “You’re already shaking?”

Your breath hitched, a broken whimper slipping free before you could stop it.

Yunho’s grip tightned.

His other hand came up, cupping your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Say it,” he muttered. “Say you need my hands.”

You gasped, your body trembling, your mind barely holding on.

“I—I need them,” you breathed, barely able to get the words out. “Please, Yunho, I—I need your hands on my—”

His fingers pressed harder.

Your words cut off into a choked gasp.

And Yunho—

Yunho just smirked.

“Good girl.”

Then—

Yunho’s fingers moved down under your jeans.

Slow.

Precise.

Like he knew exactly what would ruin you.

His eyes stayed locked on yours, watching, studying every little reaction—every shiver, every gasp, every time your lips parted like you wanted to say something, but couldn’t.

Because there were no words for this.

For the way his fingers pressed into your clit moving in slow, devastating circles.

For the way his grip on your jaw tightened, making sure you didn’t look away—making sure you had to see the smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, his voice low, dark, mocking. “You’re already falling apart, aren’t you?”

Your whole body shook.

Because he was right.

You were barely holding on, barely keeping yourself together as his hand worked you over, torturing you with those slow, teasing strokes.

And Yunho—

Yunho was eating up every second of it.

“You’re so cute,” he muttered, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Acting like you’re shy, but you wrote all those filthy little fantasies about me.”

His fingers pressed harder, his pace shifting just slightly—just enough to make your back arch, to make your grip on his shoulders tighten.

Yunho groaned.

His lips ghosted over your ear, his voice barely a whisper—

“Is this how you imagined it, baby?”

Your breath hitched.

Yunho smirked.

“Or is it better?”

His hand moved—faster, rougher, sending a sharp, electric rush through your entire body.

And you—

You broke.

A whimper tore from your lips, desperate, breathless, humiliatingly loud.

Yunho groaned, his fingers stilling for just a moment, his grip tightening as he watched you fall apart.

Then—

His lips brushed against yours.

Soft.

Barely there.

And he smirked.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured. “We’re not even close to done.”

His smirk widened, his thumb brushing over your lips, slow, teasing.

“You’re so cute,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. “You act so shy, but you’re already soaked for me.”

Your breath hitched.

Yunho grinned.

“Oh, baby,” he sighed, his fingers dragging down, teasing along the waistband of your jeans. “You’re so easy for me.”

Then—

His hands slid down, gripping your thighs, parting them effortlessly.

And then—

His fingers dipped lower, inserting his middle finger inside your aching hole.

You gasped.

Your whole body tensed, your fingers clutching at his arms as his hand moved, slow, precise, knowing.

Yunho groaned, his lips ghosting over your ear. “So desperate,” he murmured. “Is this what happens when you spend all your time writing about me, baby?”

You couldn’t breathe.

Your whole body was burning, shaking, completely at his mercy.

And Yunho—

Yunho was loving it.

His fingers pressed in, stretching you, filling you—so slow, so controlled, making sure you felt every single movement.

And you—

You whimpered.

Loud.

Too loud.

Yunho groaned.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, his grip on your thigh tightening. “You’re taking me so well.”

His fingers curled—just right—and your back arched, a sharp gasp tearing from your lips.

Yunho laughed.

“Oh, baby,” he sighed, his lips trailing down your neck. “We’re not even close to done.”

He moved.

Faster.

Deeper.

Yunho’s fingers were merciless.

Deep.

Precise.

Every stroke, every curl, perfectly calculated to ruin you.

And he knew it.

His other hand held your thigh open, firm, unyielding—making sure you couldn’t close your legs, couldn’t escape the way he was torturing you.

“Oh, baby,” he mumured, his voice low, dark. “You’re shaking.”

His thumb brushed slow, lazy circles over your clit, teasing, taunting.

And you—

You broke.

Your whole body tensed, your fingers digging into his arms, your breath catching in a sharp, broken gasp—

A choked moan tore from your lips, your whole body trembling, burning, as Yunho worked you through it—dragging it out, refusing to let up until you were completely, hopelessly wrecked.

His smirk deepened, his fingers slowing, teasing out every last twitch, every last whimper.

Then—

He pulled his hand away.

You barely had time to catch your breath, barely had time to process—

Before Yunho was shifting, gripping your thighs, dragging you closer.

His hands pressed against your hips, holding you down, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

And then—

He looked up.

His eyes dark.

Hungry.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your skin. “You’re not done yet.”

Then—

His mouth moved.

A sharp gasp tore from your lips, your whole body jerking as his tongue slid slow, deliberate, tracing over your drenched pussy.

Your fingers clutched at the sheets, at his hair, anywhere, trying to ground yourself—trying to breathe.

But Yunho—

Yunho wasn’t letting you.

His tongue worked you over, slow, controlled, his hands gripping your thighs, keeping you still.

And when you tried to pull away—when the sensation got too much—

Yunho just groaned.

His grip tightened.

And then—

He sucked.

Your whole body snapped.

A broken cry ripped from your throat, your back arching, your hands desperately trying to find something—anything—to hold onto.

And Yunho—

Yunho just laughed.

Deep.

Dark.

Completely in control.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured against your skin. “You taste so fucking sweet.”

Then—

He kept going.

Yunho’s mouth was relentless.

Sucking.

Licking.

Fucking devouring you like he had no intention of stopping.

And he didn’t.

Your whole body shook, overstimulated, raw, your thighs trembling against his grip—but Yunho just pressed you down, keeping you spread open for him, making you take it.

“Y-Yunho—”

Your voice was wrecked, breathless, shaking.

He just groaned against your skin, the vibration shooting through you like an electric shock.

You jerked.

Tried to move, tried to escape—

But Yunho growled.

“Oh, baby,” he muttered, his voice dark, amused. “Where do you think you’re going?”

His tongue flicked over your clit, slow, teasing—making you flinch, making you gasp.

“You’re too sensitive, aren’t you?” His fingers dug into your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. “But you can take it.”

His mouth closed over your clit again.

And then—

He sucked.

Your whole body snapped.

A scream tore from your lips, your back arching, your hands flying to his hair—pulling, desperate, trying to stop him.

But Yunho just groaned.

“You taste too fucking good,” he muttered, voice muffled against your skin. “You think I’m stopping now?”

Your breath was ragged, your thighs shaking violently—but he was still eating you up, still licking, still sucking, still pushing you higher even though you were already gone.

And you—

You sobbed.

Overwhelmed.

Wrecked.

Completely ruined.

Yunho moaned, dragging it out, sending another sharp shockwave through your entire body.

Then—

He finally pulled away.

You could barely breathe, your whole body trembling, the aftershocks still rolling through you.

And Yunho—

Yunho just grinned.

His lips were swollen, shiny with your arousal, his eyes dark and ravenous.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, dragging his fingers over your thighs, slow, teasing. “You’re fucking ruined already.”

Your chest heaved, your mind spinning—but before you could recover, Yunho was moving.

Shoving his jeans down.

Stroking himself, slow, deliberate, letting you see how fucking hard he was.

“Turn over,” he muttered, voice rough, demanding.

Your stomach flipped.

But your body obeyed.

Shaky, unsteady, completely at his mercy.

And Yunho—

Yunho groaned.

His hands gripped your hips, his thumbs pressing into your skin, holding you in place.

And then—

The blunt, thick head of his cock dragged against your pussy.

Your whole body tensed.

Yunho chuckled.

“Oh, baby,” he sighed, pressing just a little harder. “You’re still fucking shaking.”

Then—

He pushed in.

Slow.

Deep.

Fucking stretching you around him.

And you—

You moaned.

Loud.

Too loud.

And Yunho—

Yunho slammed in.

Deep.

Brutal.

Splitting you open, stretching you wide around his thick, aching cock, knocking the breath right out of your lungs.

And he groaned. “Fuck,” he gritted out, his grip on your hips bruising, keeping you still as he bottomed out, as he let you feel every inch of him.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he muttered, his hands sliding up your back, pressing you down into the mattress.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking good.” Your breath was ragged, your whole body trembling, wrecked from how hard he was stretching you.

But Yunho—

Yunho wasn’t waiting.

He pulled out— Then snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt again.

"Yunho!" You cry out.

The force of it sent another sharp shockwave through your whole body—too much, too good, too fucking deep.

And Yunho—

Yunho snickered.

“Oh, baby,” he sighed, rolling his hips just right, making your whole body jolt.

“You’re already crying?” His fingers dug into your hips, keeping you still as he set a pace—brutal, merciless, slamming into you with sharp, punishing thrusts that sent you reeling.

And the sounds— The filthy, wet smacks of skin against skin, the way your breath hitched with every deep, devastating thrust— It was too much.

Yunho groaned, one hand sliding up, gripping the back of your neck, forcing your face down into the sheets. “Take it, baby,” he muttered, his voice dark, wrecked, dripping with amusement.

“This is what you fucking wanted, isn’t it?” Your nails scratched at the sheets, your whole body shaking— Then— His other hand slid between your thighs. And his fingers— Found your clit.

Your whole body snapped.

A scream tore from your throat, your entire body convulsing, the pleasure so sharp, so fucking intense you thought you were going to black out.

And Yunho—

Yunho moaned. “Fucking hell, baby,” he muttered, his thrusts getting harder, faster, completely chasing his high.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.” His fingers didn’t stop.

Even as you twitched, as your body shook from the overstimulation, as your thighs trembled, Yunho kept going. Kept pounding into you. Kept fucking ruining you.

And you—

You broke.

Again.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, your whole body wrecked, trembling, completely at his mercy.

And Yunho— Yunho groaned, his pace getting sloppy, his grip tightening.

“Oh, baby,” he muttered, voice wrecked, desperate.

“You feel too fucking good—” Then— He snapped his hips in deep, burying himself completely— And he came.

A low, guttural moan ripped from his throat, his grip bruising as he pulsed inside you, filling you up, spilling deep, marking you completely.

His breath was ragged, his hands sliding up your back, his body pressing against yours. And then— Silence.

Just the sound of both of you breathing, completely wrecked, completely spent.

Yunho chuckled.

Low.

Dark.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, pressing a slow, lazy kiss against your shoulder.

“You’re fucking ruined.” His lips ghosted over your ear.

“I hope you know, this is just for the inspirations” he muttered, amusement dripping from his tone.

“and I’m not done with you yet.”

[delight-angelsbliss]

hey, i hope youre having a good week!!

im not sure if your requests are open but do you think you could write a sonic or shadow x reader whos a type one diabetic? ive seen maybe one other idea abt it for shadow and id love to see people write about it in more detail!

ofc, if you dont write for that, a general fluff for either of the two hedgies will work fine :3

Warnings: mentiones of syringes, not proofread as always

Precis: Hcs for sonic and shadow with a type one diabetic reader + normal relationship hcs

Notes: my cousin also has type on diabetes I found out in 2023 I only get to see her once a year. Ok so when I wrote like (っ˘ڡ˘ς)  that popped up and why r ppl using Arabic for their symbols?? Why is ت a smiley? And ppl complain abt using the Greek alphabet for symbols but then use the Arabic one as if that isn't hypocritical. Also I used what I've seen from my cousin and she used insulin syringes I've heard there r pills but I've never seen them so I hope this was ok! Hey dear keyboard from my mobile? Can you please stop making any simple present into a simple past or past form? 🥺

Sonic

Sonic isn't really good with memorizing reminders, his carefree attitude and fast pace of the world makes his head focus on other things than reminding people of things

But that doesn't mean he won't try to remind you to take your insulin

He isn't really a genius when it comes to health but he knows some of the basics like not using sweeteners or sugar in tea, making sure you always have insulin on hand and to always keep some before a meal

Sometimes sonic has to make himself look away as you pump a syringe inside your body before eating, no matter how many times he gets used to seeing you do that before eating, it makes him so sad knowing you have to do that everyday

It doesn't matter to sonic what kind of illness you have, as long as you're happy and healthy it makes him happy. He loves all his friends and that doesn't mean you'll get the same love, attention and more from him as his partner

Even when sonic isn't there he puts reminders and notes around your phone to remember stuff (even if you don't really need it) Sonic is trying his best but he knows he isn't able to do much that can help you which makes him sad almost everyday knowing he won't be able to take anything troublesome out your life to make it easier

Sonic still tries to be understanding and makes sure to sometimes drink tea without sugar for moral support no matter how bitter

Even if you chuckle, tell him he can add honey and that it doesn't bother you, he still persists as he tries to make jokes to lighten the mood and make sure you don't think about the mountain of syringes pumped with insulin and the lifelong condition you have

He'll make sure you're happy and remember as much as you can, he'll be the biggest help he can be!

︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶

Relationship hcs

Sonic may not have much time to spend but he makes every moment count, or at least tries to. Since Eggman is always plotting something, it is known as Sonic's "duty" to stop him while also keeping his charismatic personality

Some missions last months while some last a day or two, it varies a bit too much but that doesn't mean he isn't always there for you. I've said this before and I'll say it again: just because he isn't home much doesn't mean he won't think about you

His mind always wanders while fighting, thinking of you, at home waiting for him all alone (you're probably not alone but he likes to think so for his own ego) He doesn't like leaving you all alone but it is how it is

When he is at home he always wants to bring you with him outside. Mobius is such a pretty and sunny place so why not enjoy it? We all know he loves to run but he'd adjust his pace to be able to walk with you and listen to your day or whatever you say

We all know Sonic has immense pride and ego, so it isn't a surprise to other when he shows you off and makes sure everyone knows his love for you and the relationship you two have, to sonic, being yours and you being his is like a blessing. Sonic feels luck everyday knowing he's with someone he fully trusts and loves with his whole heart

Sonic knows that he won't always be there, that there's a lurking danger that he might croak during a battle, so he always tries to make the moment with you a good memory

^ he sees it fit to make many dates for the two of you, trying to make the memory one to hold onto, dinners, cuddles, movie nights, deep conversations while on a walk. You name it! He wants to remember his time with you forever and ever, he wants the same for you and he'll make sure it happens

His pet names for you are: babe, baby, my girl, babygirl (surprisingly), my love

Average teenage romance pet names if you get what I mean

Shadow

Shadow is stubborn, quiet and brooding, but that doesn't mean his memory is bad, he'll still be able to remind you daily to take insulin and actually researches what can make your blood sugar worse

He takes your condition seriously and tries his best to be there for you and help you with whatever you need: a ride to the doctors? Everyone get ready and buckle up! Cuz here we go (jay reference)

Shadow might be brooding but that doesn't mean he won't care for you and your health, he's like that with everyone even if he doesn't show it. His trauma of losing others has made him scared to feel that again so he becomes somewhat overbearing when it comes to your health concerns

He'll act like a mother and make sure you always have your insulin and drink tea without any sweeteners, this can obviously sometimes become too much to handle when he berates you for having high blood sugar or something else

The best way to get rid of that is sitting down and talk, listing a few reasons on why you need that overprotective kind of style to stop

Babes I know most of y'all throw an insult and can't make counter arguments but please learn to do that cuz it's a life long skill you'll need trust me

And you'll also need it here to be able to make him see how you don't like this overbearing behavior and nitpicking

If you do win the argument he'll try his best to tone it down, but that doesn't mean he won't stop helping you deal with it all. He's still too afraid you'll leave him one day or croak

Sometimes he just sits on his bed, thinking about you, it makes him nervous knowing you're dealing with something so horrid. We all know Shadow is more of a homebody so he tries to make dates indoors like a candle lit dinner, movie nights, plain cuddling and more!

︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶

Relationship !!

Shadow is very stubborn as we know (ahem idw) but he's still loving and listens to you/your ideas, he's already figured out what it means to lose people and he doesn't want to make the mistake of underappreciating someone again

He still sometimes has some nightmares of losing the ones he loves, including you, which makes him sometimes sleep on the couch as to not disturb your sleep. His nightmares usually consist of some places like the ark (did I say that right idk I blame the German dub) and his time there, when he does have nightmares he's in a vulnerable position, which he does not like at all, it'd best to console him at that time and hold him close while reassuring him you won't ever leave him

He tries his best to complete missions or outings as fast as possible so he can get back to you and do something together, even if it's just cooking a meal

His favorite things to do with you is definitely starting a new show, some of his favorite genres are definitely those crime involved action shows like 9-1-1 or something similar

His pet names for you are: my darling, love, precious, treasure and more stuff that makes you feel like royalty

[chrissssssmut]

YANDERE Winter from aespa being a friendly schoolmate, sees Karina being a little kind to you day by day as you become friends, before Winter goes berserk calling Karina a b*tch (lowkey could torture or k*ll her, would be kinda hot ngl), before Winter goes and dominates your world, warning you to love her and only her always.

👀

BENEATH THE SMILE

Yandere Winter x Male Reader feat. Karina

AN: Okay so this might be the last one I am writing for this week. I am super exhausted 😆😭. I literally wrote this after making the An Yujin one XD. Enjoy!🙏♥️

Winter had once been Edenvale Academy’s golden student. Everyone knew her as the sweet, caring girl who always went out of her way to help others. She was a shining example of kindness, always with a smile, always ready to lend a hand. If a classmate struggled with homework, Winter would offer to tutor them. If someone was feeling down, she was the first to comfort them. Her reputation was flawless, and her charm was unmatched. She made people feel seen, heard, and appreciated.

But as time went on, something began to change in her. At first, it was subtle. A tiny flicker of irritation when she noticed Karina talking to you a bit too much. Winter, the kind girl who’d once been praised for her selflessness, found herself gritting her teeth at the sight of Karina laughing at your jokes.

It was only a few months ago that Winter had smiled brightly at you and asked how your day had been, her voice warm and inviting. “Did you understand the math problem from class today? If you didn’t, I could help you after school,” she’d offered, her eyes full of kindness.

You had gratefully accepted, eager to get her assistance.

But now, those smiles felt like they were painted on. Her kindness was becoming suffocating, almost possessive. And it all started when Karina started spending more time with you.

“Hey, are you going to the school event tomorrow?” Winter asked one afternoon, her tone light but her eyes narrowing slightly when she saw Karina approach you.

“I was thinking about it,” you replied, glancing at Karina who was standing just a few feet away. Karina smiled at you, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Winter’s voice suddenly became sharper, though she tried to mask it with forced cheer. “You know, Karina’s always so sociable. I think she’ll be there for sure.” Her eyes flickered toward Karina, lingering just a moment too long. “You know, she really enjoys the attention, doesn’t she?”

Karina blinked, taken aback by the implication. “What do you mean by that?”

Winter’s smile didn’t waver, but there was a coldness creeping into her voice. “Oh, nothing. Just that she’s always so eager to be around you. But then again, I guess she always has been, huh?”

You, not understanding where this was coming from, tried to smooth things over. “I think we’re all just friends here, Winter.”

Winter’s smile grew tighter, her grip on her bag a little too firm. “Oh, I’m sure,” she said. But her voice dropped, low and almost mocking, “But some people don’t always know their place, do they?”

As the days passed, Winter’s mood became more unpredictable. She no longer walked through the halls with that radiant smile. Instead, her steps were heavy, her eyes always darting to where Karina was. If you and Karina exchanged a glance or a laugh, Winter’s face would twist, her lips curling into a smile that never quite reached her eyes.

It all came to a head one day after lunch, when she caught Karina talking to you in the courtyard.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you about that essay. You really did an amazing job on it,” Karina said, leaning in a little closer to you as she spoke. You could see her giving you a flirty smile.

Winter, watching from a distance, felt her blood boil. She stormed over to the two of you, her footsteps loud against the concrete.

“Oh, you two seem close,” she said sweetly, her voice almost saccharine as she slid between you and Karina, wrapping her arm around your shoulders possessively. “What’s going on here?”

Karina looked at her, confused by the sudden tension. “We were just talking about the essay. It was a lot of work, but I think we’ve got it figured out.”

Winter’s grip tightened on your shoulder, a smile still plastered on her face. “Really?” she asked, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Funny, because I don’t remember you being all that interested in essays before.”

Karina’s brow furrowed, sensing the shift in Winter’s tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Winter leaned in, her face too close to Karina’s, and her voice dropped to a whisper. ���It means that I see what you’re doing. Trying to worm your way into his life. But it’s not going to work.”

Karina blinked, shocked by the words. “What are you talking about?” she asked, genuinely confused.

Winter’s gaze flickered to you, and she smiled. “He’s mine. And if you think you can just take him, you’re sadly mistaken.”

That night, Winter put her plan into motion. She approached Karina with an innocent smile, her eyes wide with mock concern. “Hey,” Winter said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “I’ve been thinking about what happened earlier. Maybe I overreacted. I just got caught up in my feelings.” Her voice was sweet, almost apologetic.

Karina, ever the forgiving person, smiled back. “It’s alright, Winter. I get it. I was a little forward. It won’t happen again.”

Winter’s smile became unsettling. “Actually, I was thinking… maybe we could hang out tonight? Just the two of us. I could really use a night to catch up.”

Karina, who had no idea what was coming, agreed. “Sure, that sounds nice.”

And so, she showed up at Winter’s house later that evening, unaware of what awaited her.

When Karina stepped through the door, everything went dark.

The next thing she knew, she was tied to a chair, her head throbbing from a blow to the back of her skull. She could barely make out the shape of Winter standing in front of her, her once gentle smile now twisted into something cold and calculating.

“Winter?” Karina gasped, fear creeping into her voice. “What is this?”

Winter crouched down in front of her, her hands gently brushing Karina’s hair back. “Oh, Karina,” she cooed mockingly. “You should’ve stayed away. I’ve been patient. But now you’ve pushed me too far.”

“Winter, what the hell are you doing?!” Karina shouted, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and confusion. “Let me go!”

Winter tilted her head, her eyes dark with menace. “No. You don’t get to play innocent anymore. You’ve been trying to steal him from me for weeks, and now it’s time to teach you a lesson.”

She grabbed Karina’s face with an iron grip, squeezing her cheeks painfully, forcing her to look into her eyes. “I’ve tried to be nice, Karina. But now you’re just a problem. A problem I’m going to get rid of.”

Karina’s heart raced, her eyes filling with tears. “Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking, “I never wanted any of this.”

Winter laughed, but it was hollow, devoid of the warmth she once exuded. “It’s too late for that now.”

Meanwhile, you were left bewildered. Karina had suddenly cut ties with you, leaving you with a dozen questions and no answers. You called her, desperately asking what had happened. But all you received was silence. Your confusion turned to worry, so you did what anyone would do: you asked her for her location.

When Winter answered her phone, her voice was eerily calm. “She’s with me,” Winter said, sounding almost pleased with herself. “You should come here, see for yourself what happens when you let someone get too close.”

“Winter, where is she? What’s going on?” you demanded, trying to make sense of everything.

Winter’s voice softened, but there was a strange edge to it. “Just come here. It’s time you understood who belongs with you.”

You rushed to Winter’s house, your stomach in knots. The door was unlocked when you arrived, and you entered, calling out for Karina. The silence was deafening.

When you stepped further inside, you heard Winter’s soft voice behind you. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, sending a chill down your spine.

A sharp pain seared through your side as she pressed a knife against you, a harsh reminder of what she was capable of. “Now you’ll see the truth,” Winter murmured. “You belong to me.”

She led you toward Karina, whose face was streaked with tears and bruises. As she tied you up beside her, Winter’s touch was possessive, claiming you in front of Karina.

“You see, Karina?” Winter sneered. “He’s mine. And now you’ll never get him.”

Karina sobbed, her voice barely a whisper. “Winter, please, just let us go…”

Winter’s eyes gleamed with delight as she turned to you. “You promised, didn’t you? You said you’d stay with me.”

You nodded, your heart heavy with the weight of your words. “I promise. I’ll stay.”

With that, Karina was freed, but not without a warning. If she ever spoke of what had happened, Winter would kill both of you.

At school, life went on. The students whispered about how perfect Winter and you were as a couple. How everyone envied your relationship, wishing they could find someone like Winter—someone so kind, so devoted, so perfect. They had no idea about the darkness that lurked beneath her smile, and you could only watch silently, knowing the truth.

As you walked down the hall one day, you overheard a group of students talking near the lockers.

“I’m so jealous of them,” one girl said, her voice dreamy. “Winter and him, they’re like the perfect couple. So cute together.”

“I know! They’re always so lovey-dovey,” another girl replied with a giggle. “I wish I had someone like him. He’s so sweet, and Winter’s just the perfect girlfriend. They seem like a fairytale.”

Another student chimed in. “Ugh, I wish I had that kind of relationship. They’re just so… perfect. I can’t even imagine what it’d be like to have someone care about you like that.”

You could hear the envy and admiration in their voices, oblivious to the truth behind Winter’s twisted version of love.

And as you passed by, your eyes met Karina’s. She looked away quickly, her expression full of silent pain. You could only offer a look of regret, knowing that the world would never know the truth about what happened to you both.

And Winter? She stood beside you, her grip on your arm tight, a smile that hid a thousand secrets.

[jakedoxxenvasion]

sugary sweet

warning: MDNI!! smut with plot, creditor sylus! × debtor reader! manipulative sylus, reader is a virgin, dom sylus × sub reader, sadistic sylus, suggestive content! smut will in the next part ❤️

note: i actually wrote something similar for heeseung but i only release some sneak peek because i plan to make it a series but not sure when lol

UNEDITED!!

your head immediately snap up when you heard a loud walking footsteps echoing inside the almost dark, empty room.the silhouette of a tall guy approaching you in the dark until he stand before the only source of light in the room, which is on top of your head.

you're still tied up on the chair, it's been 10 hours? your body sweating like hell from staying in this basement room, there's no source of light from outside world, no fresh air and this room reek of the smell of something like.. metallic? like iron? you can't really describe it since you can't really see much in the dark corner of the room.

"done reflecting on yourself?"

his voice echoing, you look up at him and shot him a sharp glare. "fuck you."you spat and that only make him chuckle darkly, thinking you would actually give in is something that he don't really expect. he dragged you all the way down here with much struggle and he don't really expect you to listen to him actually.

"right here?"his finger brush over your jawline before he lift your chin to make you look straight into in eyes. "i also want to fuck you, kitten. but business first, right?"you want to bite his hand so bad right now and spit on his face but you know better not to provoke him too much. you don't know what else this guy can do to you.

you're not suppose to be here and it's not your fault too, "i told you i don't have that much money and.. how the fuck you can capture me but not that fucking asshole?!"your scream echoing around the room, the strain around your arms getting tighter now than you move around a lot.

"that asshole is your beloved brother, kitten.. one cannot say shit about family like that, that's not nice."you immediately rolled your eyes when you hear he said that. "your brother just decide to vanish into the thin air, if we manage to get him and make him pay his debt, i wouldn't go through the bullshit you put on me just to get you, sweetie."

he glance down at his bandage arm, a remnant of what you left behind when he tried to captured you yesterday. you bit his arm until it bleed but that was nothing compare to you, he really don't want to hurt you but due to what you did, he got shocked and accidentally pushed you over a table.

your head was knocked over the corner of the table which cause it to bleed too. "i'm sorry about this.."he start to kneeling infront of you, if it's not because of your bind legs, you would have kick him by now. but you watch as he pull out a handkerchief from his back pocket and grab a water bottle that was discard on the floor when you first got here.

"stay still."

the silver hair guy pour some water on the handkerchief before he lean closer to you, he start to dab it on your bruised forehead. "i know i could be an asshole but it was not my intention to hurt you."he muttered, he wipe off the dried blood on your skin that were trickled down your forehead before.

"then let me go, i promise you i will look for my brother and make him pay all your debt."a little negotiation wouldn't hurt, right? but he only chuckle to hear your little offer, his continue to tend to your bruise and when he's done cleaning it, he pull out a bandage from his pocket. "sylus, please?"his hand immediately stop midway.

it was weird when you call his name, the sound of your voice saying his name did something to him. "no."it was a short answer but you know it hold so much. "you're signed as his guarantor, until we find him you had no choice but to stay here and pay his debt."you let out a small wince when he press his finger a little hard on your forehead as he paste the bandage on it.

"i told you i didn't sign those paper! he fake my signature on it!"you raise your voice as defensive act, but sylus shake his head as he take a step back from you. "and i told you.. i don't have that much money to pay back, 1 million are not that easy to get."your voice only getting more and more little as you speak, you're started to get tired of this.

"then explain those thumb print?"

again you let out another groan, "i swear i never put any of my thumb print of any paper that he offered me before.. he set those things up, sylus."sylus sigh, he's done putting on the bandage over your forehead but he didn't back off from you and you know it very well, even if you can prove yourself that you're not the one who sign the document, there's actually nothing you can do.

it's all your brother fault, but you're the only family of his so it's not like you have any choice, right? "nevermind, this won't end actually.. but as you know,"sylus get up from kneeling in front of you and take a step back. then he look down at you, your tied up legs and hands then down at your body..

you're wearing white button up and a pair of black jeans and it's happened when he drag you out from your part time job, a cafe. "we can figure out how you're gonna pay.. but you know,"when a smirk appear on his lips and the way he look at you, it seems like you can read his mind. "you can pay with the other way too."

sylus chuckle, "pervert!"you yelled but sylus laugh echoing in the room louder. your face turn red and you had to look away from him. you really hope he's joking about it, and now you hate your brother even more. you swear if you ever see that asshole again, you need do something about it.

when sylus finally stop laughing, you rolled your eyes as you turn to look at him again. "ah right, i actually put your house on sale.. it was worth like 600k if i manage to sell it, so you need to pay 400k more."he suddenly said when those cross his mind, your eyes widen when he said those, your house?

your parents house, the same house that you've been living in for the rest of your life? "what?! are you crazy? why would you do that without asking my permission?!"oh you really hope you can hit him right now if it's not because of you being tied up. it's getting more and more frustrated now that you can't do anything but sit on that chair and listen to all the bullshit he said.

"crazy? no, kitten.. all the assets that was owned by your brother and you are under us now so we can do whatever we want with it and that's means you can pay off your debt with it. but that shabby house actually not that expensive, i doubt if it could even made into the market."sylus sound nonchalant yet it make your heart break.

"n-no not my house.. no! you can take everything i have but not that house!"your loud voice echoing in that room, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. "please please sylus.. i will pay you back but give me some times. please? anything, just anything, name it and i will give it to you."you're on the verge to tears but you try to compose it to yourself.

you know well you sound so pathetic right now, begging like you're the one who owe him that much money instead of your useless brother. "anything?"like something click on his head, a smirk immediately appear on his lips at the way you said those.. anything that he want. "you're sure about this?"

you immediately nod your head, you can get on your knees and beg for him if you need to. but sylus has a whole different things for you when you mentioned 'anything'..

"s-sylus wait.. ah!"

water splashing around as you try to break free from him but sylus is quick to tied your hands onto a metal beside you that was attached to the wall. "w-what are you doing?"you look at him with confusion on your face, sylus dragged you all the way up from the basement and now..

you find yourself sitting on a bathtub that was fill half with water, hands tied up again but this time he didn't tied your legs. "you said you can give me anything, kitten. so i'm gonna take it just as i please."sylus step into the bathtub, water start to splashing out onto to floor. he's now kneeling between your spread legs. "you're gonna give it to me right, kitten?"he put his finger under your chin and turn your face to look at him.

"g-give you what?"your voice shaky as you open your mouth to speak, you know just exactly what he want but you refuse to put it on the plate. sylus smirk, oh you hate those and you wish you could slap him everytime he smirk like that. "sylus.."you shake your head, biting down on your bottom lips as a small whimper escape your lips.

tears threaten to fall down again and when it finally did, when those tear drop soaked your cheeks, sylus find it amusing. just why seeing you break excite him? "but you promise, y/n."he wipe your tears with his thumb, he glance down at your body and a soft humming escape his lips in approval.

your white shirt now soaked up and he could clearly see your red bra peek out from the soak clothes. "how about we make a little deal, kitten?"sylus pull your chin up to make eye contact with him, "1000$ everytime you give me what i need, and i'm satisfies i will add another 200$ for tips. with that you can pay off your debt, isn't it?"

it sound promising, you can't lie.. "i can't.."you shake your head, but you don't want to stoop so low just to pay off your brother debt, right? "n-no.."tears rolled down your eyes again, but even in your blurry vision you can see a little disappointment on his handsome face.

"aww too bad, but i want you so bad now."he sigh, glancing down at your drench body. he could feel how his dick throb at the glimpse of your body through those soak shirt, it was too bad that red is his favorite colour too. "then how about 2000$? everytime we have sex, i will deduct 2000$."again you shake your head, a body even start to tremble in fear, the look on his face is intimidating than before.

"3000$?"

you frown but immediately you look away from him, he's being ridiculous, you think. "aww.. 4000$?"this time you slowly turn to look at his face but you didn't say anything. "then how about just one time? 5000$?"

"sylus stop!"

you don't care just how much money this guy have, but you don't think you can just give yourself away to him even it sound tempting for you. "just please.. i'm not some kind of toys you can just buy. p-please stop this."your lips tremble as you speak, tears continue to roll down your cheeks but that weirdly seeing you cry make sylus hard.

is this normal? he ask himself. your soft red cheeks stain with your own tears, your eyes started to get puffy from crying, your disheveled hair, your soaked body because of the water around you in that tub.. perfect, everything is perfect in his eyes. "why?"slowly his thumb wiping away your tears, he stroke your cheek softly like you're gonna break if he let go. "i thought you said you can give me anything but not to sell that damn house.."

his finger trail over your lips as his thumb make it over your lower lips, it's so soft. making him wonder how it's gonna feel like on his own lips. "what's so special about that shabby house? and what's so special about you? aren't paying off your brother's debt is your current priority now?"he continue to stare at your face, but weirdly you didn't protest like you did before but you look up at his face.

it's weird.. why it feel comforting to hear his voice talking to you like that? "just let me fuck you a few times and you can pay off your debt.. what's stopping you from giving in? your ego? your pride? or.."he smile before he pull your face closer to him until you could feel his hot breath on your face. "is it because you're a virgin?"

your eyes widen when he caught you, a small chuckle escape his lips when he caught your reaction to what he said. "so.. you're really a virgin?"he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, "awww that's making me want to fuck you more and more now y/n. what should i do?"he cooed, he even fake a small pouted as he rise his eyebrows at you.

"n-no.."

"ugh fine, 10000$. that's the last, but you know what y/n.."you gasp softly, shocked that his soft and gentle touch on you suddenly become rough. he grab your chin, "i fucking want you so bad right now, and i always get whatever i fucking want. so, 10000$? it wouldn't be that hard right? just let me fuck you for hundred times and you're free from the debt."

his grip around your chin only getting tighter and you whimper at how painful it is. so this is how he is? was all those gentle act only to lure you? "you p-promise?"your tremble voice make him smile again and slowly he let go of your chin. you're gonna regret all these later but you can't decline his offer right? who the fuck would pay you with that amount of money just to have sex?

surely you're a virgin but it's not like you have choices, right? unless.. sylus manage to find your brother. "yes sweetheart, i'm a man of words. for now, just let me fuck you and once we're done here i will prepare a proper contract, how's that sound?"his words is sugary sweet, with those deep but gentle voice you're sure many girls had fall for it.

and you will be one of them.. he's manipulative but you just haven't notice it yet, that just how sylus is. "okay sylus."you don't even know what else to say but you know your cheeks is red now. sylus wasting no time as he lean in and you immediately gasp in surprise when he nuzzle his nose around your neck. then you feel a wet thing on your neck, he lick your skin, trailing down on your collarbone.

"f-fuck.."he murmur on your skin, his hand wrap around waist and the other roaming around your body, over your soaked clothes. "i'm gonna be gentle, yeah?"you nod your head, he stop kissing you around and look up at your beautiful face. "from now on, this is mine. just let me do my things and you need to trust me, okay?"again you nod, your mouth shut sealed but your body still tremble from fear.

your checks immediately turn red than ever but still you didn't say anything. you stare into his crimson eyes and you watch as his eyes move from your eyes down to your lips then your body before it goes up to your lips again. "can i kiss you, y/n?"that's rich coming from the same guy who just threatened you to take you by force if you didn't give in earlier.

"y-yes."you breath out, seeing a small smile appear on his lips before he lean closer until your lips attached together. your eyes widen at the sudden contact but eventually you start to give in, closing your eyes as he you let him take you deeper into the dark.

sylus crimson eyes trailing down at your see through shirt before his hand make it over to unbutton it one by one. a small whimper can be heard from you when his cold hand touching your bare skin, your delicate skin come into view and all the button are off now. "hmm.."sylus kiss down your neck again until it reach over your cleavage, he stop to look up at your face. "i like it red, how do you know it's my favorite?"

you only smile at him, your cheeks blushing red again, how could you even react in situation like this? you're a virgin, inexperience and most importantly that kiss.. it was your first kiss but he don't need to know that..

yoi! it's my first time writing for sylus yay! btw in the mid of writing this, i feel like this concept suit xavier better, don't you think? or is it just me??

oh ya, next part will be publish soon but don't know when, your gurlie is a professional procrastinator huhuu kbye