#Listen seeing others have fun made me go fuck maybe I do need it. I desperately take any joy I can get reg real life. Escapism my beloved.
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'call it what you want.' | l.h x reader
pairings: logan howlett x sway!reader
tags: fluff, no established relationship but.. there's something there, mutant!reader (they call her sway due to her mutation.. i love her i wanna talk ab her someone PLEASE ASK AB HER), AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, no specific petnames for reader (just bub and her hero name.. gets called kid like twice), no use of y/n, written with x2 logan in mind... sigh... save me x2 logan.. anyway, he gives reader his dog tags before a mission in case he.. you know.. so maybe angst? but only til the very end.
wc: 2k!!
a/n: OKAY SO BOOM! this is my first actual work that's not a drabble and i'm so anxious to post AAHHH, i got the inspo from a post i saw a while ago while fried as fuck from someone requesting a fic ab logan giving reader his dog tags, pref fluffy and angsty so i hope i did ur vision justice OP!! tysm for inspo, my reqs are always open đ«¶đ» also i know this is a very burnt card but if something in the wording is off lmk PLEASEE english isn't my first language đ anyway enough yapping plz enjoy!! any type of interaction is appreciated
'call it what you want, just know these are yours now.'
you've never seen him without his dog tags, he never took them off, not ever since the first time he came into the mansion. you'd been there the first time, you were a teacher in the school, and you'd seen him occasionally roam the halls and stay by the door, listening in on your class, quietly. but very rarely interacted otherwise, just a simple nod or a 'good morning' that he'd return out of good manners, but he'd mostly keep to himself.
you're a teacher. you're the fun teacher. at least that's what your coworkers seemed to agree upon, seeing how your students appeared to leave your classroom more cheerful than they entered. you'd be lying if you said you didn't use your mutation as an advantage in this situation, being able to read your students' moods every day, how they were feeling and why came insanely handy, especially when it came to giving each student the type of care they needed. which is why you were also a student counselor.
on the days you didn't teach, you'd put that psych degree to work and counsel. in your classroom filled with drawings and fairy lights and stained glass that looked straight from a fairytale, and a door you'd lock for privacy as a student came to confide in you.
obviously despite your title, it wasn't only students who'd come to your office to let a feeling go, teachers too, needed a space to blow off some steam, cry a little sometimes, because they knew you'd soothe them in the end, touch your hand feel the pain dissipate, make it seem as if they'd never felt that way.
up until now, only teachers and students seemed to come to you for help. teachers. and students.
so it did surprise you when the wolverine started showing up in your office after coming back.
"must be tiring. to handle others' emotions like your own all day." he'd say, sitting down on a chair, to which you'd playfully roll your eyes and shake your head. "i don't treat them as my own, i just do what i have to do so they feel better." you'd reply, walking towards the door to lock it out of policy. figured that he was here for counseling as well.
"you treat everyone with so much care it seems like it." he said, which made you stop in your tracks, turning heel to face him, your hair cascading on your shoulders and moving ever so softly as you spun. before you could speak, stunned, he asked again.
"don't you get tired? i mean mentally. it must take a toll on you to be around so many emotions all the time." the way he seemed to read you stunned you, he seemed like a very gruff, cold person from the brief interactions you'd had with him before. truth be told, this was the closest you'd been to logan since he came back to the mansion. it's what other people thought of him, anyway.
but you weren't other people, you were different.
the feeling in your body when you perceive others emotions is strange. you could never put it into words. your mutation was mostly contact based, a small brush of the hand was enough to let you know that person's feelings, the reason behind them, what they needed to feel better and it made it easier to help everyone. you could, however, see and feel the emotions, sometimes even smell them if they were too strong, no need for contact necessary.
with logan, you almost didn't need to be in the same room as him to feel the amount of physical, mental, emotional strain he was constantly under, his superhuman body subconsciously tuning it out, making him oblivious to it. once, after a very dangerous mission, he isolated himself in his room for days, his expression cold and unfazed, but every time you'd walk past an area he was in, the emotions hit you like a truck. so strong you even cried over pain that wasn't yours, a life you hadn't lived.
you looked at him sympathetically, taking a deep breath to concentrate less on the seemingly invisible fog around you two as you sat on the chair, your expression calm and collected. "i'm okay, i promise. thank you, logan."
"like hell you are." "neither are you."
he stays quiet at your retaliation, a weak smile forming on his lips, letting you understand that you were right, not that you needed confirmation.
sometimes, when emotions overpower you, you feel compelled to speak, give words of reassurance, even if you didn't quite know if they'd help or not. "logan, you should let people into your heart, stop living in fear.." you blurted out, unsure of why you were telling him this, but you'd learned to not question it and just speak, because it helped to just hear the words sometimes. it certainly did get you a reaction from logan, as the overbearing feelings you were perceiving faded.. briefly, before they slowly crept back into vision.
it was the faintest of reactions, but a reaction at least.
he nodded, taking in the words silently, as if he were contemplating. you remained stoic, analyzing his demeanor out of pure habit. "did.. you come here for counseling?" you asked, suddenly aware that you were still working, and you weren't even sure if he was here for another reason, or if he did need your help. instead, he shook his head, looking at you as if he were conducting an analysis of his own.
"nah, just came to see you.. sway."
a knock on the door interrupted the brewing tension, a gloomy, childlike presence behind the door, to which you looked at logan apologetically. "i'm sorry logan, i have a student to attend.. but think about what i said." you spoke softly, your warm voice reverberating in his ears like a hug.. something he longed for but couldn't bring himself to ask.
you started seeing him around the classroom more, or rather, he started seeking you out more. in between breaks, before his training, during counseling. it got to a point where your children started greeting him hello and goodbye if he was in the classroom, interacting with him, playing with his hair, always styled like kitty ears. the way he just smiled and let them made something in you bloom, a feeling you couldn't recognize in yourself, but it was pink and warm and fuzzy all over. you couldn't help but wonder if he felt about you this way, too.
slowly, you noticed how, little by little, the gloomy cloud surrounding him would go away when he entered the classroom, how it would be replaced with a pink haze when he looked into your eyes, or made you laugh.. it would quickly fade away, but you'd notice, and noticed how much it resembled that feeling inside you: pink and warm and fuzzy all over.
as time went by, you got used to seeing him around, swinging by your classroom as if it was his haven, a small break from the world he knew, because you were in it. you'd be lying if you said he didn't make you day too, the gloomy atmosphere that once came along with him every time he entered your classroom slowly changing into a lilac haze.
one day, he showed up as the kids were leaving for the day, no colored cloud, but something seemed off. you invited him to sit down as he locked the door after getting in, his expression serene. before you could even speak his hands were on you, pulling you close to him in a hug, and you swore you could feel him shaking slightly. the realization hits you like a bucket of cold water and you just hold him tighter to you, since it feels like the only correct thing to do.
"you're scared."
"no one gets to see me like this, so feel special." said he, almost as if he was confiding a secret in you, which he was.
"oh, trust me, i feel quite special." you replied jokingly, which caused him to let out a chuckle, though it was dull and almost no feeling was tied to it.
you two let go and you asked him what was wrong, and he opened up like it was routine.
"i leave tomorrow. there's a mission out of state and they're asking me to go.. might be off the grid after that for a while." he explained, his voice remained calm but his eyes seemed to reveal to you more of how he was actually feeling.
"i dunno.. thought someone should've known in case.. things go south." your expression changed at that, and logan noticed. "ah, c'mon bub, change that frown, it's just reality. sure, i might be a piece of work to kill but it doesn't mean i can't die."
the silence that fell upon the classroom as you two finished speaking made the words fall with more weight into your heart, it did little to nothing to comfort you as you came to terms with what he said. it shouldn't have been hard - he was just stating a fact -, but it didn't mean that it didn't cut deep for you. you opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you were even going to say, but he quickly cut you off.
"logan-" "listen, bub, you told me to start letting people into my heart.. i'm letting you in."
slowly, his hands went to unclasp the chain that always dangled on his neck, dog tags adorning his neck with his names, his identities. you looked in awe as he held them out to you. "gimme your hand, kid." and surprisingly, you did as you were told, holding your hand out as he placed the piece on your hand, feeling the cold metal clink softly as it fell and heat up under the temperature of your palm. you looked up at him, unsure of what it meant, of what this changed between you two, but it felt undeniable, even if unspoken.
ânow, these.. theyâre very special, bub. a reminder of everything that happened that led to here.. and itâs leading me to you right now.â he explained. âfeels right for you to have them, i guess.. keep them safe, kid.â
the silence that fell between you two again was more comfortable, filled with a newfound tension that left much to question, but it didnât feel right to interrupt with all that noise yet. the only sound filling the room was the breathing and a faint humming of the white noise machine you kept in your room, next by the door. you opened up your mouth again, your mind utterly blank and filled with thoughts and questions at the same time, unsure of which one was going to breach through your mind to materialize out in the cold, tense air.
â.. why me? trust me, iâm flattered, but iâm no one special, logan..â you questioned, and it made him frown.
âyou are special. you're special to me.â your eyes widened at the confession and you watched as a soft smile settled on his face, one that made your heart flutter with the sheer tenderness he held in his gaze. âcall it what you want.. just know these are yours now.â he said it so calmly, you wouldn't have tought he was handing you his heart, placing it in soft, tender hands and pleading you to not break it, not change it, and instead embrace it and accept it as it came, rough around the edges.
with that, he stood up from the chair, took your hand to squeeze it briefly, and walked out of the room, not before looking back at you one last time, the heaviness that he carried as he entered the room seemingly gone, all that you could perceive was a haze, all too familiar, one that left as quick as it came as his eyes met yours.
pink, warm, and fuzzy all over.
additional author's note: BOOM SHAKALAKA I POSTED FINALLY!! i think it's a little rushed BUT!! it's cause i have a (smutty) part 2 planned for this HEHEJEHE i don't like writing (or reading) series bcs i get sad when they end but i just might.... hehehe... anyway pls lmk what u think!! or i kill off logan đ„°đ„° your choice đ„°đ„°
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"I need to watch my money" I said. "I am not even that hyped for it. I just watch streamers/let's players" I said.
(nonetheless I absolutely won't liveblog nor reblog spoilers and if will they be tagged. at most sharing stuff on my private twt acc)
#Listen seeing others have fun made me go fuck maybe I do need it. I desperately take any joy I can get reg real life. Escapism my beloved.#Hoping the alt txt is sufficient I really need to remember and learn how to make good ones oof#One part of me is screaming and cannot wait to touch it while another just wants to play stardew valley further. Agony.#'why so many profiles' the shiver one is my main. Revali is for replays n such. Callie is if anyone here wants their own file.#The links are the ex friend I still need to delete those. Two since one is tied to a nintendo acc that can't get used anymore.#And mario is another friend.#Anyways. I bought the coupons and pray other games I want this year get thrown into it and I don't have to shell out extra for them.#The hell I pay 70 bucks for totk so the coupons are not the worst options. Saves cash in the end.#edit almost a year later that honestly it was worth it#a wild lux appears
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My Girl
S7!Negan x Reader
Requested from anon: hey! loving the blog and every story you post! i was wondering if youâd do a story of a readerâs first time being with S7 Negan who is an asshole at first but then goes soft because he accidentally made her cry??
OOOH I'm gonna have some FUN with this one. And thank you so much <3.
Summary: Rick's oldest daughter, y/n, loses her virginity to Negan.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, virgin first time, vaginal sex, daddy-kink, age-gap (reader is 18, negan is 40), Rick walks in on Negan eating you out.. (twice), degrading language, mushy romantic Negan, Negan fucks you in nothing but his leather jacket
A/N: This is my favorite fic I have written by far and I hope you love it as much as I do cuz I am obsessed.
"Carl, take your sisters upstairs and don't come down until I say it's safe." I lift Judith out of her high chair and follow Carl up the stairs.
Our dad has always treated us like Carl's the older one, even though he's two years younger than me, but I don't mind. If anything, it takes some of the pressure off of being big sis all the time.
I hear Negan's voice booming in the distance as my dad opens the door to head back outside. This has become part of our weekly routine at this point. Negan and his men went from monthly visits to weekly visits over the past couple months, but I don't mind that either.
The more I get to see him, the merrier.
I move the bedroom curtains slightly, peeking through my window until my eyes find Negan standing in the street in front of our house. I'm able to make out what they're saying if I listen closely enough.
"Rickyyy, I missed ya. Where's that sweet daughter of yours hiding? .....The older one of course." I can't stop the grin that appears on my face when he asks about me.
"This isn't about her. Get what you need, and leave." My dad stands firmly planted with his hands on his hips and my eyes roll at his attitude. Maybe if my dad would just be civil with Negan all of this could stop. I revert my gaze back to Negan.
"Now, Prick, you know I can't leave without seeing my girl."
His girl... The butterflies in my stomach flutter at the sound of that.
"Why are you so obsessed with him?" Carl asks rudely from across the room while holding Judith and bouncing her so she doesn't cry.
I quickly glare at Carl before turning my gaze back towards the window. When I look back down, Negan is looking up at me, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. I can't look away, and he lets his gaze linger a little too long as well, prompting my dad to look at my window. I quickly drop the curtain and back away.
"Take Judith to her room and put her down for her nap." I instruct Carl. He stares at me suspiciously. "Go! What did I just say?" I snap impatiently. He shakes his head but ultimately leaves.
"You're always so weird when he comes around." He says under his breath. I close my door behind them and go back to the window, peeking again, but this time everyone's gone. I rush to go see what's going on, but as soon as I swing my door open and run out, I crash into a tall, solid figure. My eyes widen as I look up at the man in the leather jacket.
"Hey, doll. Miss me?"
"Uh - I - where's my dad?" I stutter nervously, peaking around him.
"Busy getting supplies for me. He'll be busy for the next hour, so I thought I'd come keep you company."
Negan's been visiting Alexandria for months now, and each time he comes, our talks get longer and flirtier. Well, he flirts with me and I pretend to be annoyed, mostly so others don't think I like him. If they only knew how much I think about his beard between my legs.
There's something about him that intrigues me.. fascinates me even. I'm ashamed to admit I've even touched myself a couple times - okay, a lot of times - to the thought of him.
When I don't respond, he backs us into my bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
He slides his shoes and jacket off, sitting on my bed and leaning back with his feet propped up. I blush at the sight of him in my bed and restrain myself from ripping my clothes off here and now. A chill runs through my body, making me noticeably shake but I try to play it off. He probably things I'm scared, when in reality I just want him.
"Relax, I'd never hurt you darlin'. Unless you want me to." He winks as he leans back against the headboard getting more comfortable.
"I know." And I do... for some reason, I know he wouldn't hurt me.
He bites his bottom lip playfully and raises his eyebrows while patting the bed next to him.
I nervously walk over and sit down before leaning back, mimicking his position. My bed is a twin, so it doesn't allow much room to ourselves. My shoulder is pressed against his and the simple act has my body on fire already. I glance over and let my eyes roam up his white t-shirt to his handsome face. He watches me with amusement while his leg presses against mine teasingly.
"Sweetheart, I've been around the block long enough to know when a girl wants my dick. And I can practically hear that pussy fucking purring every time I come near you." He grins at me like he knows all my secrets.
My face burns with embarrassment at his words.
"I bet I could make you blush even harder than that, doll." His grin stretches wider but I stay silent, letting him do the talking.
"Of course.. I wouldn't do anything you're not comfortable wi-"
Before he can finish, I press my lips to his hard and climb on top of him. His mouth parts, letting my tongue in and his subtle moan makes my pussy flutter. He tastes like whiskey and smells like leather and I feel high off the taste of him as we kiss passionately. I grind my hips desperately into him and feel his bulge grow underneath me.
"Negan... I need you."
"I know baby." He breathes out.
My hands fumble with his belt and pants until I get them undone. He watches me as I pull out his cock and my pussy is already sore from just looking at it. No way it's gonna fit.
"How do you want it, baby? You gonna be a big girl and ride daddy?" His hands squeeze my ass underneath my dress and he practically growls when he realizes I'm not wearing panties.
"It's like you knew I was coming. Such a bad little girl." His fingers tease my opening and I'm embarrassed that I'm already pathetically soaked for him.
"All for me?" He slides a finger through my slit and brings it up to his mouth for a taste. "So fucking sweet."
I slide myself against his cock that's now slippery with my wetness and wonder how I'm gonna fit that thing inside me.
The big dick energy definitely checks out.
I hover above him naively, thinking I can actually take him. The tip just barely pushes through my opening and I moan at the sudden pressure. His hands grip my ass, guiding me down over him.
"Come on baby, that's it." He praises me as I keep sliding down. I stop when I can't take anymore, realizing I have at least four more inches to go.
"Oh, I know my little slut can take more than that."
I shake my head. "Negan, I don't think I -"
"You can, and you will, doll. I didn't come all the way here for you to only take half of my dick."
Tears fill my eyes as I try to sit all the way on him, wanting to make him proud. I make it another inch before the pain is too much. Not only with how deep he is, but he's so wide I think he may actually be ripping me apart.
"Deeper, y/n." He demands.
When I try again and fail, I quickly climb off of him frustrated. "I can't Negan, I'm trying!" He sits up in the bed, his feet on the floor now.
"Bend over."
"W-what?"
"Do not make me ask again." His jaw clenches as he stares at me seriously.
I lay myself over him, my ass facing upwards on his lap.
"You're going to take all of me, baby. If my wives at home can take me, I expect nothing less from you."
He doesn't even give me a warning before bringing his hand down painfully on my ass making me yelp. He chuckles darkly before smacking me again. He rubs the sensitive spot before teasing both of my holes.. One with his thumb and the other with his middle finger.
"What would daddy say if he could see you right now? Bent over my fucking lap and dripping for me like a little whore..." He pushes his thumb and finger deep inside each of my openings and I bite my lip hard at the pain.
I know he's trying to be all dominant right now.. I'm not oblivious to how rough sex works, but my eyes still sting with tears at his crude words. I shouldn't have built my hopes up that Negan could actually care and be gentle with me.
I sniffle as the tears fall, trying to wipe the snot dripping from my nose.
He quickly pulls me up and his eyes are filled with concern.
"Baby? Hey, look at me." He cups my face gently as I sit on the bed next to him.
"I - I liked you." I choke out. "I was the only one here who actually cared about you and saw you as a person.. and you.. you just see me as a stupid object you can shove your dick in.... You just ruined my first experience with a man. I hope you're happy." I sob while looks like someone just punched him in the gut.
"Fuck, sweetheart." He presses his forehead to mine, looking down with regret. "I didn't know you were all mushy about me and shit.. Truth is?" He tilts my chin to look at him. "I was being so harsh with you cause I didn't want to admit my own feelings. I didn't think you'd ever want an asshole like me, so I didn't want to go catching feelings for someone who didn't want me back. But baby? I can't get you outta my fucking head... Why do you think I started visiting every week?"
My teary eyes look up at him and he looks genuine. I want to trust him so badly, but my heart and head are saying two different things.
"Fuck, y/n. I know you don't believe me. Let me prove it to you. What can I do? Just say the fucking word."
"Stop taking our stuff... Leave our people alone..."
He chuckles lightly, shaking his head like he can't believe what he's about to agree to. "Does that include you?"
I try to hide my grin as I wipe my tears with the back of my hand. "....No."
"Then it's a deal, baby."
"That's it? Just like that?" I look at him confused.
He shrugs. "Guess you've got me wrapped around your finger already, darlin...And now that I know you've never been with a man, I'm taking my fucking time with you." He lays me down on the bed while kissing and climbing over me.
"What about my dad? He'll be back soon."
"Simon's keeping watch, doll."
His lips travel to my neck. "....What about your other wives? You're just gonna fuck me and go back to them?"
He laughs against my neck. "Sweetheart.. I kicked every one of them to the curb the day I layed eyes on you."
My mouth drops open but he cuts me off by pulling my dress down over my chest and taking a nipple into his mouth. I moan and arch myself into him. After a few moments of sucking each one, he slides down further, lifting my dress to my waist and settling his head between my legs. I watch him in awe as he takes his time, kissing my inner thighs.
"Has anyone ever eaten you, baby?"
I shake my head no as I lean up on my elbows to watch him.
"Good." He spreads my pussy lips apart with his fingers and I blush at him staring at it. "Such a pretty pussy. Fuck." He says before locking eyes with me and pressing a kiss to my clit gently. I moan from the contact and arch myself into him, silently begging for more.
He dips his tongue in me and curls it up, gathering my juices. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he groans and licks all the way up to my clit before sucking on it softly. My mouth drops open and my hips try to jerk away, being overwhelmed by sensitivity.
He smiles against me. "Not going anywhere until you cum all over my face, doll." He wraps his arms up around my thighs, pressing my stomach down with his hands.
My breathing matches the speed of his licking and sucking and I feel the pressure building up inside me.
"Fuck, Negan!" My eyes are clenched shut but snap open when my door suddenly flies open.
"Shit! Dad!" I reach to throw my blanket over me, but defeatedly realize it's on the floor. My eyes widen in horror at my father standing in the doorway, looking like he just saw a ghost. A ghost that's eating his daughter's pussy. I'm unable to close my legs because Negan is still holding me down with his hands.
"God fucking dammit, Rick. We were just ge-"
"Negan!" I cut him off, my cheeks turning bright red with embarrassment.
He kisses my pussy one more time and my eyes widen, not believing he just did that in front of my father. He finally leans up, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb and smirking at my dad like he's proud of himself.
I quickly get up and fix my dress.
"Dad, look, I -" I look up, stopping at the sight of Carl pointing a gun directly at Negan's head.
Negan tucks himself back into his jeans, buckling his belt and ignoring Carl.
"Carl.." I slowly step in front of Negan. "Put the gun down."
"You - you wanted this? Him?" My dad asks horrified. "He's done horrible things, y/n."
"And you haven't?!" I yell at my dad. "I watched you rip a man's neck open with your goddamn teeth. If he's a monster.. then so are you."
Negan steps beside me and laces his fingers through mine before kissing the side of my head.
"I love him, dad." I look up at Negan and elbow him roughly when I see a teasing smirk on his face.
"And you think he loves you? You can't be that stupid." My dad says, putting emphasis on the last word.
Negan chuckles and finally cuts in. "First of all, Dick, do not call my woman stupid. Secondly.." His faces grows serious. "We won't be taking anymore of your things. No more visits. Other than me paying this one a visit of course." Negan winks and puts his his arm around me protectively. "That is.. until she moves in with me." Our eyes all widen at the same time.
"You want me to live with you?" I turn to Negan.
"I mean, you did just confess your love for me, doll. Soo, yeah, that's the plan." He kisses my forehead.
"Y/n, we'll talk about this later. Negan, you need to leave. Now." My dad demands, his jaw ticking with anger.
Negan glares at my dad for a moment before turning to me, lifting my chin to kiss him slowly and passionately. Before he lets go, he whispers in my ear. "Meet me right outside the walls when it gets dark. I am nowhere near done with you, baby."
My heart flutters at the thought of us sneaking out together.
Negan walks towards the door before leaning close to my dad's ear. "I get to be her first, Rick. How fucking sweet is that." I struggle to make out his words but don't miss the chuckle at the end. He pats Carl's shoulder on his way out. "See ya 'round, bro."
"Love you, sweetheart!" He calls out to me as my dad and brother follow behind him, making sure he leaves.
I shut my door and smile giddily, running to the window and peeking out. Negan is already looking up at the window when I look at him. He smirks and winks at me before heading off to the gates.
A few hours later:
The sun just went down and my palms are starting to sweat as I pace back and forth on the outskirts of the gates. A million thoughts race through my head.
What if he doesn't come..
What if it's a trap..
What if he lied about everything he said..
Oh my god.. He's gonna kidnap and torture me..
Shut up. He wouldn't do that.
This is a bad idea. What am I doing.
Just as I turn to run back inside the walls, I see him appear from the shadows, wearing his signature leather jacket with a black t-shirt underneath.
"Were you about to ditch me, y/n?" He asks playfully as he pulls my wrist towards him and crashes his lips into mine. When the kiss deepens, he bends a little, pulling me up by the back of my thighs and wrapping my legs around his waist. We make out like horny teenagers while my fingers run through his slick black hair.
"You ready to officially be mine, doll?"
I nod without hesitation. "Yes. I'm already yours, Negan. I don't care what anyone thinks about us."
He kisses me again, setting me back down on the ground. "Lead the way, baby." He nods towards the side gates.
"You want to go back to my house? What if someone sees you?!"
"Kinda hope they do.. I like the thought of everyone knowing who you belong to." He smirks and it makes me knees weak.
"Okay.. come on." I pull his hand as I guide him back to my house. We sneak through the back sliding doors as carefully as possible before tiptoeing up the stairs.
He lightly smacks my ass as we're going up and I turn to shush him, tripping over my own feet in the process. He catches me before I make a loud thud on the stairs and his body is leaned over mine as we try not to laugh.
My body shakes as I laugh silently and bring my hand over my mouth quickly to stop any sound that comes out. His eyebrows raise at me with warning as if I better not make a noise.
"Okay, okay. Shushhh." I whisper before beginning our climb up the stairs again. My dad's room is at the end of the hall and mine is adjacent next to his. We try not to let the floors creak as we get closer to my room. We slip inside and I ease the door shut gently. When it finally clicks shut. I let go of a deep breath and look up at Negan. As soon as our eyes lock, we laugh like idiots, but quiet idiots.
He walks towards me. "Goddamn it, I fucking love you." He says as he lifts me back into his arms kissing me.
"You know.. earlier outside.." I breathe out between our kisses. "I thought.. that maybe you were gonna kidnap and torture me."
He smiles against my mouth as our lips lazily fight each other. "...What if I am?"
I stop kissing him to look at him. When I do, his look turns serious and it scares me for a moment. "I fully plan on making you mine and torturing you with this dick forever, doll."
I grin and roll my eyes as he continues holding me in his arms. "I guess there are worse ways to get tortured."
"Wait until I'm all the way inside you." His eyebrows raise teasingly.
I press my forehead to his and bring my hands to cup his face, kissing him again. I can't take my lips off of him. "Well what are you waiting for?"
That's all he needs to hear before he's walking me towards the bed and laying me down gently. He stands back up, removing his jacket and shirt.
I watch him closely, admiring the flex of his biceps when he moves. "Put the jacket back on. No shirt."
He laughs until he sees that I'm serious.
"Yes ma'am." He says with his little country accent. It's not always noticeable, but when it is.. it's so fucking adorable.
Once he's back in the jacket and bare chested, he stops for a moment before removing his pants. "Can I take these off, at least?"
"No, I want to."
He grin stretches as he walks towards the bed, keeping his hands by his sides. "All yours, baby."
I sit up in the bed in front of him and undo his button and zipper. I shuffle his pants down just a little before pulling his hardening cock out of his boxers. It turns to a steel rod in my hand and I don't care that I'm full on staring at it, assessing each vein and how it turns an ombre shade of pink towards the tip.
"I hope you like what you see, baby. Cause it's the only dick you're gonna be seeing for the rest of your life."
"I'm perfectly happy with that." I look up at him before kissing the tip of him, just like he did to my clit earlier. He watches me proudly, letting his fingers run through my hair lovingly.
I lick my lips before struggling to fit my mouth around him. He chuckles down at me.
âIf you canât fit me in that cunt, what makes you think you can take it down your throat, baby?â
I grin around him and I slide my mouth deeper and deeper. Surprisingly I donât gag and I think it surprises him too.
Guess I donât have a gag reflex. Thatâs good to know.
âHolyyy shit, doll. Look. At. You.â His voice is so deep it vibrates to my pussy. The tip hits the very back on my throat and even further until my eyes water.
I try to jerk my head back, but Negan pushes my head down on him again, my nose pressed into his pubic hair. He waits a few seconds until I feel like Iâm going to pass out from lack of oxygen before pulling my head back. I gasp for air and he pulls me all the way off of him while kicking his pants and boxers off.
"Trying to make me blow my load before we even get to the good part, darlin'? He climbs over me in the bed, kissing me softly.
My hands slip underneath his jacket and rub his back, scratching at it gently.
"I am gonna make you feel So fucking good." He says before kissing my neck. "You want me to be gentle with you baby?" His voice right in my ear makes me shiver.
I nod and he hovers his face above mine so weâre staring into each other eyes.
âYou ready, baby?â He whispers and I nod again.
He leans up on his knees between me and lines himself up with my entrance before pushing the tip through. âTell me if you need me to stop.â
He slowly slides in me further and further as he holds my legs open.
âGoddamn this pussy is so fucking Tight.â He pulls back a little before pushing in deeper and my mouth gapes open slightly.
He chuckles and stares down at me through heavy eyelids. "I'm not even halfway yet, sweetheart. You want more?"
I nod desperately as my eyes fill with tears at the overwhelming sensation of him so deep inside me.
"Take it then, doll. Grind on me and make yourself feel good." He stops moving completely while still on his knees between my legs.
My cheeks blush at his request and he smirks down at me, sliding his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, refusing to move or touch me.
I lean up on my elbows while he's still inside me and push my body further into him, taking every inch I possibly can. I grind myself against him until I find just the right spot for the tip of his cock to press into and drop my head back at how good it feels, not caring about the desperate sounds I let out.
"Oh my god, Negan.. fuck." My face reddens at the intense pleasure as I continue using his cock to pleasure myself.
"Fuck, baby. Now THIS? Is a Fucking sight.. Watching you get off on my cock like a desperate little whore."
"Touch me, Negan. Please."
"Please what?"
"Please Negan."
He removes his hands from his jacket to lean over me, holding himself above me with one hand on the bed while bringing the other to lightly grip my throat.
His dark hazel eyes dart back and forth between mine as he squeezes his fingers gently around my neck. My face reddens even more at the sudden loss of air.
"Try again, doll."
"Please... daddy." I choke out and he quickly releases my throat.
"Good girl." He kisses my lips softly before thrusting his hips hard, completely filling me until his balls are flush against me.
I scream out and his hand immediately covers my mouth while his head dips to the side of mine and his deep voice fills my ear once again.
"Sshhh, baby. I know. I know." He pulls out almost completely before sliding in again, this time softer but just as deep.
My eyes fill with tears at the pain but I don't want him to stop. My fingers grip the bottom of his jacket as he continues fucking me hard and at a steady pace. The headboard begins to lightly bump the wall above me and my eyes widen with panic.
"Negan, the bed. My dad's room is right on the other side."
He chuckles lightly in my ear but doesn't speak. Instead, he pounds into me even harder and faster with his head is buried into my neck.
"Negan!" I whisper yell at him but it feels too good to make him stop. The closer my orgasm gets, the less I care about my dad hearing us.
After a few more thrusts, he slows down and suddenly flips us over with his dick still inside me until I'm laying over him.
"Negan, my dad's gonna come in here! We have to be quie-"
Before I finish, he lifts his knees up and rams his cock into me hard. It feels even deeper from this angle and hits a spot that makes me see stars.
"Come here, baby." He maneuvers me until my arms are wrapped around him and my head is nestled into his neck. He smells like musky cologne and sweat and I can't help but lick him. Our mouths are next to each others ears, breathing and moaning heavily as he begins to thrust up into me faster than ever. The headboard slams into the wall with force but I don't even care.
This feeling is unlike anything I've ever felt or knew was possible, so the last thing I'm gonna do is tell him to stop.
"Negan.." I cry out. "Faster."
He obeys and wraps his arms around me tighter, fucking me at an animalistic pace. I cum so hard and fast I don't even have time to announce it. My pussy clenches and I feel myself suddenly leak around him, soaking his dick and probably even the bed below us.
"Goddamn. That's my good fucking girl... You gonna let daddy cum in this pussy, baby?"
"Yes! Please." I whine.
He growls in my ear and holds himself deep and still inside me as his dick pulses over and over.
I try to slide off of him when he's finished, but he holds me tight, not letting me leave.
"Negan, you need to leave before my dad-"
"He's not here, sweetheart."
"What?!" I snap my eyes to his.
"Relax, baby. He's fine. But I did warn him that if he didn't want to hear his baby girl screaming "daddy" all night.. then he should take your siblings and go stay the night with Daryl." He grins up at me and my brows come together with confusion.
"Wait you.. you told him about our plan?"
"Of course baby. Had to be respectful and ask for your old man's blessing."
"And.. and he gave it to you?!"
Negan laughs and reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear. "Absolutely not. But respectfully, I told him he didn't have a choice."
The next morning:
My vagina is screaming at me for allowing it to be destroyed last night. I can't count on one hand how many times Negan made me cum. I open my eyes to the sun shining through my window and immediately notice Negan is gone. I shoot up and look around, seeing that his clothes are also gone.
What if he just.. got what he wanted and left..
I throw the covers off of me and get up, grabbing my sundress of the floor and throwing it on before making my way through the house.
"Carl?!.... Dad?!" I yell as I descend quickly down the stairs. I stop at the bottom to find Negan stirring a pot of something on the stove.
"There she is! Mornin' sunshine." I walk over to Negan to see what he's cooking and he holds a spoon up to my mouth, letting me taste the deliciousness. This man can fuck and cook... what a god.
"Was wonderin when you were gonna wake the hell up. It's already lunch time, baby." He presses his lips to mine and I notice his freshly shaven face. I've never seen him like his and he looks so incredibly handsome.
He lifts me up and sets me on the kitchen counter while standing between my legs.
"Mmm, promise me you'll wear little sundresses with no panties underneath for the rest of our lives, doll." He says as he kisses me sweetly. I giggle and wrap my arms around him, kissing his neck.
"You hungry baby?" He asks and I nod sleepily.
"Me too." He slowly gets down on his knees in front of me, draping my legs over his shoulders.
He softly licks me with his tongue, moaning from the taste before burying his face further into me until I feel his tongue push past my hole. His shaven face feels soft and much more gentle than his beard.
My fingers run through his black hair, tugging on it gently as my head falls back.
"Mmm, daddy." I moan and my eyes snap open, hearing movement at the front door. I quickly jerk Negan up while pulling my dress down and sliding off the counter, seeing my dad, Carl, and Daryl standing in the doorway. Carl quickly covers Judith's eyes while he holds her and Negan sighs annoyedly at the sight of them.
"God..DAMN it, Rick. Again? You gotta learn to fucking knock."
"It's my house." My dad's expression is unreadable as he stands there, eyeing Negan. "You said one night. You can be on your way now."
"Well now don't be fucking rude, Prick. Have a seat." He grins widely at my dad before gesturing to the table. "I made spaghetti."
The End.
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Rule Number One (You Gotta Have Fun)
Alastor x Reader Smut. U break his only rule and bother him while hes tryna work. Enjoy. :} Requests open btw.
Alastor had locked himself up in his radio tower for what felt like days. He was truly a workaholic, and loved to be busy. This was fine, except you found yourself actually sort of... missing him?
No sight of him creeping down the hallway or the impending feeling that he was about to catch you doing something prohibited at the hotel. It all felt too empty all of a sudden, and you wished heâd be back down soon, even if just to make you uneasy with that eerie smile.
So, you decided to break the number one rule set by him.
âUnder no circumstances is anyone to ever enter the radio tower without my express permission.â
Well, what are rules if not to be broken, right? And thatâs where you found yourself, climbing up into the prohibited area.
Ears pressed back, he turned to face you. There was no other way to put it, Alastor was fucking pissed.
You shouldnât of come up here. You should of listened to his stupid rule, and busied yourself with something else. Maybe you had time to turn around, and pretend you made a wrong turn.
âI trust you have something important for me? Something that would be worth you coming all the way up here without my say so, hm?â
His voice was even more staticky than usual, his tone dripping with sarcasm. You were thinking up a response when he stood up and strode over to you. He jabbed his microphone stand under your jaw, albeit gently, and forced you to look at him.
âWell, deary?â
You only shook your head, hair bouncing on your shoulders.
âThen why, pray tell, are you up here? And use your words this time, yes?â
Within those few words, you suddenly understood why he was so feared. Just from the way he spoke, he could make you feel tiny and stupid.
âI, um, was just wondering where you were, is all...â
âOh?â He released the microphone stand and you faced the floor again, feeling like a child about to get scolded. âYou did know where I was though, didnât you? So, Iâll ask once more. What brought you up here?â
He had retired back to his chair, and was watching you intently as you squirmed at his questioning. His smile never once left his face.
âYou know what, I should go-â
Slam. His shadow had closed the door.
âHas no one ever told you itâs rude to ignore someone, darling? Iâm just asking you a simple question, whatâs the need for all this attitude? Why are you here?â
Blush rising to your face, you picked at skin around your nails still not wanting to look at his shit eating grin.
âI was bored. Missed you.â
âAh, there we go! You see how easy that was?â
You nodded, âCan I go now? Sorry for interrupting...â
âNonsense! You missed me, did you not? You came all the way up here for me, desperate for my attention. Well, dear, my attention you have got. Come, sit, sit.â He patted his thigh.
Oh, how you wished the world would swallow you up right now. But the worst part of this was how turned on you were at his lecturing. You think your reaction was doing the same to him, given the way his ears were perked up and pupils blown.
You walked over to him, gently perching on his knee, before he pulled you down by your waist so you were properly sitting in his lap. He continued working, tapping buttons and twisting dials, as you could only sit there and pray your heart rate would soon go back to normal.
"If I did not know any better, I'd say this encounter has you quite excited, darling! The way your pulse is rising, and not to mention the fact I can smell the arousal on you!" He laughed. "You'd tell me, wouldn't you? If I had brought out such emotions in you."
Your blood drew hot in shame, he knew.
You nodded and tried to save face, "Yes, Alastor. I'm fine, just- my pulse is high from the walk up here, that's all."
"And if you were to stand up, your answer would be the same, I presume?"
Confused, you cocked your head. He didn't say anything, just wrapped his hands around your waist and stood you up.
There it was, the evidence he was looking for. A wet patch on his thigh. Right from where you were sitting. Your wetness had leaked through your panties, leaving a spot on his dress pants.
âWell, look at this mess. And my best pants, no less! Do you have anything to say for yourself, dear?â
You shook your head, never so embarrassed in your life.
He tutted, "First, you lie about why you came up here. Then you lie about this? Darling, have you no manners? Or am I to teach you them myself, hm?"
His eyes were half lidded now, ears twitching.
"I- uh. I think you need to teach me, Alastor..." You admitted, not able to take your eyes off him.
âFinally! The right answer! Youâre getting the hang of this now, eh?â He laughed, and patted his thigh - the one youâd dirtied, âBack up here. May as well see how much more you can ruin them.â
Legs shaking, you stood up and straddled his thigh. He leaned in close, âNow get yourself off. You can do that, yes? If your mewls at night are anything to go by, Iâd say youâre to be a natural at this!â
The thought of Alastor hearing you play with yourself through your bedroom door sent shivers down your spine, in a good way. He grabbed your chin, angling your head to face him.
âI said you can do that, yes, dear?â
You nodded, hands reaching up to his shoulders to steady yourself as you started grinding down on his thigh like your life depended on it, maybe it did. You could feel his cock hardening. His hands trailed down your body to your hips where they stayed, helping you slowly ride his thigh.
âTheres a good girl, hm? See what happens when you behave?â
You nodded, breathing heavy, âUh-huh.â
Alastor nodded, his hips gently bucking up for friction. Your hand went to zipper to help, but he brushed it away.
âThis is your lesson. Not mine.â He winked.
So you kept riding his thigh, until your own thighs were weak, and you were close. And he knew it.
âIf this were a proper lesson, I wouldnât allow you to cum. But youâve been so good, so good for me... You may cum.â
You nodded into the nook of his neck, letting out a pathetic whiny mewl as you came, soddening his pants. From the sound of it, he came too, letting out a staticky grunt that would of hurt your ears if you were paying attention, but you were too busy grinding your way through your climax, as he shushed you gently.
He helped you stand up, your thighs shaking and almost giving out under you. A sharp finger pressed into the stain on his pants, before he collected some of the wetness and licked it off.
âHead off to my bedroom, now, love. Get yourself cleaned up. Iâm nowhere near done with you yet.â
The walk to his bedroom was strange to say the least. Your knees shaking and panties wet, of course Angel was going to say something.
âChrist, you look like you been fucked good, sweets.â
âI have, I think...?â
âOh yeah? And whose the lucky son of a bitch, huh? He knows not to fuck with you, right?â He winked, ever protective of you.
As if on cue, Alastor appeared, strolling carelessly toward you both. A hand on your shoulder.
âSorry to interrupt, Angel, my dear, but Iâm afraid we have something to take care of. If youâll excuse us...â He guided you away, towards his room.
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WHATâS MY NAME? you got that something that keeps me so off balance. baby, youâre a challenge. letâs explore your talent.
THIS IS PART TWO! part one here. pairing, paige bueckers x tutor!oc. notes, blah blah blah place name proper name backstory stuff. warnings, sexual content & interruptions.
ââand she literally asked me what my name was. you heard that? and was dead serious, too.â
the teamâwell, most of the team burst out into a fit of laughter, their voices echoing through the locker room. it was game dayâthe same game paige had invited liana to. the same game the blonde paid for liana to go to. theyâd only talked about a handful the past few days, the two of them shamefully finding excuses to text each other. the last thing theyâd talked about was the game, the blonde confirming everything. in her own words, the girl needed a good olâ uconn womenâs basketball experience.
âman, whatâs the point of being famous if people donât even know who you are?â ice snickered, shaking her head as she pulled her jersey over her head. nika leaned back against her locker, her laugh coming out in short, breathy bursts as she tried to catch her breath.
paige let a small smirk tug at the corners of her lips, trying to play it cool. but deep down, it was bothering her more than she wanted to admit. she was paige bueckers. everyone knew her name. and yet here was this girl, this ridiculously pretty girl, who had managed to make her feel like just another student. that wasnât supposed to happen, but it felt good in a way.
she pushed the thought away as the team continued to poke fun, turning her attention to her shoes, making sure they were laced up tight. they would be playing maryland, and although paige thought it would be an easy dub, she hoped liana wouldnât be in viewpoint. she wouldnât be able to focus that way.
âyo, paige.â kkâs voice cut through the laughter, her tone a bit more serious. paige glanced up, catching the way kk hesitated before she spoke again. âi donât know if this matters to you or whatever, but⊠i think liana might be seeing someone.â
the words hung in the air for a moment, and paigeâs grin faltered just slightly. she raised an eyebrow, waiting for kk to continue.
âlike, thereâs this girl me and aubrey saw her on campus with the other day. and sheâs been checking her phone a lot when iâm around,â kk added, her voice low as if she didnât want to make a big deal out of it. but paige caught the implication, her attention immediately shifting to aubrey.
she turned to her teammate, her eyes narrowing just a bit. âyou saw her too?â
aubrey looked up, hesitating for a moment before nodding. âyeah, i saw them together a couple of times. seemed like more than just friends, you know?â she tried to put it into perspective for her, but paige didnât even look like she was listening.
for a second, paige let the thought sink in. another girl, huh? she didnât know why, but it almost made her smirk. this wasnât some random guy she could brush off. it was another girlâcompetition, maybe, but also an opportunity. it didnât shake her confidence; it only made her more certain of what she wanted.
âbro. i donât give a fuck about none of that.â her voice was a slight mumble. her tone easy, dismissive. she didnât care who liana was seeing. if anything, the idea of a challenge made this more fun. âshe can have my cake and eat it, too.â
more laughs, because paige truly is just ridiculous. then nika, ever the one to call out paigeâs chaos, jumped in. âokay, messy boots. do you even have time for a girlfriend right now?â
âwho said anything about a girlfriend?â
azzi raised an eyebrow from her seat, studying her best friendâs face. she couldnât quite pinpoint it, but something told her that this girl, liana, was consuming her thoughts way more than a regular amount.
paige adjusted her jersey, her mind already shifting back to the game. she needed to focus. thereâd be time to deal with liana later. for now, it was all about basketball.
fortunately, the team lucked out and the game against maryland went down exactly as paige had expectedâan easy dub, with the final score settling at 80 to 48. she wiped the sweat off her brow as the final buzzer sounded, her grin widening as the cheers of the crowd washed over her.
after the game, paige made her way to the sidelines where a cluster of fans waited, eager for autographs and pictures. she always made time for this part. it was grounding, in a way, reminding her why she did this in the first place. plus, it was fun. she smiled as she signed a few basketballs, shoes, and chatting easily with her supporters. she even spotted a little girl in a uconn jersey who blushed so hard she could barely speak when paige hugged her. she loved these moments. they made the grind worth it.
âpaige, you did amazing today!â one fan gushed, shoving a poster her way.
the chatter almost always overlapped. âappreciate it,â paige replied, scribbling her signature. she tossed a few jokes, snapped some pictures, and soaked in the attention. but even with the crowd in front of her, her thoughts kept drifting to liana.
luckily, the girl had been out of sight during the game, so she was mostly out of mind. mostly. paige couldnât help but wonder where she wasâif sheâd seen the game or if sheâd already left.
as if on cue, paige caught sight of a familiar figure approaching from the edge of the court. her heart did a little flip that she wasnât ready to acknowledge, so she focused on finishing up an autograph, trying to play it cool. but as liana got closer, paige found herself fumbling with the sharpie, her fingers betraying her nerves. she cursed under her breath, quickly adjusting her grip and finishing it off.
finally turning to liana, she shot her the biggest smile, her hands playing with the cap. lianaâs eyes swept over her, taking in the sight of paige in her jersey, her arms still tense from the game and too buff to stay cordial. the girlâs breath hitched, and there was a moment where paige swore she saw something in her gazeâsomething like admiration, maybe more. it made paige stand a little taller, a little more ego-fulfilled because of what sheâd picked up on.
âwell, look who decided to show up,â paige teased, twirling the sharpie between her fingers as if she hadnât just fumbled it a second ago. âyou come to support your student, huh? very admirable of you, teach.â
liana smiled, her eyes still lingering on paigeâs arms purposefully before meeting her gaze. âgotta support my students, right? especially the ones who are a little⊠extra credit.â
paige chuckled, not being able to contain her shit-eating grin as she rocked back and forth on her feet. she tipped her head back, maintaining eye contact the way she always did. âextra credit? iâll take that as a compliment.â paige patted her chest, more specifically, her heart.
â you should,â liana shot back, her voice light, eyebrows raised and teeth showing in a way that made paigeâs chest tighten. it almost felt too good.
for a moment, paige forgot about the crowd around her. it was just liana and her, standing there in the aftermath of a game that didnât seem nearly as important as this moment. she peeped how lianaâs gaze lingered on her jersey, her arms, and even the construction of her face.
âso, listen,â paige started, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. liana stepped closer, moving out of the way so someone could get past them. she couldnât help but feel a little bit exposed under paigeâs eyes, but she liked it. not only was she taller, but she looked down at her like she was prey. liana wondered if she looked at everyone like this while talking to them. âa few of us are heading to tedâs after this. you should come.â
liana hesitated, just like before, but paige could tell she was considering it as she stuttered. âi donât knowâŠâ
paige didnât let her finish. âbring her.â
lianaâs eyebrows shot up, clearly taken aback. âwhat?â
âthe girl you be with,â paige said, her voice steady and accent heavy. âshe can come. jusâ want you there.â
lianaâs expression softened. paige bueckers had been asking about her. if not that, someone had obviously known sheâd cared enough to report back. liana continued to look at her, a mix of surprise and something else that paige couldnât quite pin down. but whatever it was, it made her feel like she was winning. and paige liked to win.
âalright,â liana finally said, her lips curving into a small smile. âmaybe iâll stop by.â
âgood,â paige replied, her grin returning full force. âiâll see you there, then.â
tedâs was buzzing by the time paige and the team settled in. the usual crowd filled the barâuconn students, locals. the team had claimed their spot, laughter spilling from their table as they recapped the game and teased each other over everything from missed shots to the post-game interviews. paige was in the middle of telling a story, spinning it out with her usual charm, but her eyes kept darting to the entrance. she was waiting, though sheâd never admit it.
it had been about 30 minutes when she saw liana walk in. but she wasnât alone. a girl followed close behind her, as expected, and paige took her time sizing her up, sucking in a breath.
naomi had brown dreadlocks that hung just past her shoulders, neat and well-kept. she wore a black tee that clung to her frame, paired with simple jeans and boots that looked worn in but sturdy. her presence was different from lianaâs, who had changed into a mini skirt and a crop topâmore solid, less playful. it made paigeâs fingers itch to push at that calmness, to see what it would take to crack it.
as liana and naomi approached the table, paige kept her expression neutral, leaning back in her seat, arms crossed like she was just another teammate hanging out. no big deal. but anyone who knew her knew that she was anything but unbothered right now.
âhey, guys,â liana greeted, her voice warm as always as kk pulled her into an informal side hug, the rest of the team welcoming her normally, some a little more hyper with liquid courage. naomi stood beside her, offering a polite nod to the group.
paige took in the scene, her eyes flicking between the two. landing on liana, she let out a, âhey,â her tone casual. ânice to meet you.â that one was for naomi, paigeâs head jerking up in an acknowledgment nod.
âsame,â naomi replied, her voice smooth and even, her gaze briefly scanning paige before settling elsewhere.
introductions were quick, and soon enough, naomi found herself caught up in a conversation with aubrey about some mutual interest that paige couldnât care less about. she watched as aubrey expertly engaged the girl, pulling her into the group with ease. aubrey had always been good at that. it was all too convenient, really, how aubrey was handling the distraction, and paige didnât miss the cheeky smile aubrey sent her over naomiâs shoulder. it was a silent youâre welcome that paige shook her head at.
with naomiâs attention diverted, paige turned fully toward liana. the energy between them shifted slightly, becoming more charged now that there wasnât anyone watching too closely. paige leaned in just a bit, enough to close the gap. âdrinks?â the blonde suggested, chuckling at lianaâs immediate nod as she slid in next to her, dragging the menu in front of her.
âyou not a usual?â paige asked, eyebrows furrowing as she looked over her shoulder and at the menu. there was a sense of curiosity beneath her casual tone, a question of why someone like liana wasnât a regular in a place like tedâs.
ânah, i donât go out often,â liana replied. she picked up the menu, perfectly manicured fingers following under the words and scanning it like she was genuinely considering her options, but paige could tell her mind was elsewhere.
paige made the connection easilyâit explained why she hadnât seen liana around before. she leaned back slightly, taking a moment to study her profile. something sheâd grown accustomed to. âmakes sense,â she said, her voice more thoughtful now. âprobably why i havenât seen you around.â
liana nodded, still looking at the menu. âyeah, iâm usually busy with work. tutoring and stuff.â
paigeâs curiosity peaked, and she turned her gaze and body more fully on liana. âso, how do you know naomi?â she asked, her tone carefully casual, though the question held more weight than she let on.
liana hesitated for a moment, then shrugged, her expression slipping into something a little more guarded. âwe met through mutual friends. itâs⊠nothing serious,â she added quickly, her voice firm, as if she needed to make that point clear.
âright,â paige replied, her eyes lingering on liana, catching that hint of uncertainty beneath her words. was she lying? whyâd she feel the need to?
liana met her blue hues, her lips curving into a small smile that didnât quite reach her eyes. âright,â she echoed, though there was a slight tremor in her voice. they both knew what she was trying to convince herself of, and it wasnât quite working.
a couple more drinks in, liana and paige had loosened up a mile. they talked about where they were from, life on campus, their experiences obviously extremely different, and the blonde had even gotten around to asking her about her tattoo. the one behind her ear. it was some intricate thing her mom used to draw before she passedâright before her first year.
somehow, the deep conversation topics hadnât made anything awkward or less easy to talk about. it was too easy. and in all honesty, quite scary.
âyou looked really good on the court tonight,â liana admitted, her voice softer, more personal as she let her eyes roam over paige. definitely liquid courage, but there was denying theyâd had the same amount, and there was no mistaking the interest behind those words, the way her gaze lingered a little too long on paigeâs arms, her legs.
âliana!â paige groaned, sitting back in her chair as a sheepish smile took over her face. it was the kind of grin that she tried to hide but couldnât quite manage, not when liana was looking at her like that.
âwhat?â she responded, her tone innocent enough and high-pitched through a giggle, though her curls bounced with each turn of her head, making it clear she knew exactly what she was doing.
âyou canât say stuff like that,â paige muttered, though her grin only widened, betraying her words. she leaned in, elbows resting on the table, her eyes locked on lianaâs like a challenge.
âwhy not?â liana shot back, leaning against her elbow, her voice dropping into a teasing whisper. somehow, her eyes looked more doe under the dimly lit bar, more seducing you could say. âyou donât like compliments?â
paigeâs eyes narrowed, but there was no malice behind itâjust the spark of a challenge she was more than willing to take on. âi like them just fine. but coming from youâŠâ
she arched an eyebrow. âwhat about me?â
paige chuckled, shaking her head slightly. âyou know exactly what iâm talking âbout.â she didnât back down despite being ultimately defeated by lianaâs boldness tonight. she could get used to it.
lianaâs smile softened, the teasing edge still there, but there was something more genuine beneath it. âmaybe i do,â she admitted quietly. she turned away, paige licking her lips as she studied the way her lips wrapped around her straw, andâyeah, that was it.
paige reached out, her fingers brushing against lianaâs as she pulled her out of her seat, not bothering with excuses anymore. the need to be alone with her, to be away from naomi and her glances every couple minutes, was too strong to ignore. and itâs not like paige hadnât thought about doing this since the moment she laid eyes on her, soâŠ
liana was on her in an instant, pressing paigeâs back against the single bathroom wall. her hands were everywhereâfingers threading into paigeâs braids, tugging just enough to make her groan into her mouth. paigeâs hands found lianaâs hips before strolling down to her ass, lost in the sloppiness of the kiss and everything it broughtâlike another heartbeat. paigeâs grip tightened on her thighs, pulling her closer, up into her arms and onto the sink.
liana was perched on the edge of the sink, legs pressed against the porcelain. it was a cold contrast, but the least of her worries. the kiss grew more desperate, more consuming, until paige pulled back slightly, her breath ragged, her eyes practically aching.
âyou want this?â paige asked, her voice low, fingers already moving underneath lianaâs skirt, seeking and teasing at the same time.
but just as her hand slipped higher, lianaâs fingers wrapped around her wrist, stopping her. âitâs wrong,â liana whined slightly, as if it was hard to physically not do this. her eyes searched paigeâs, trying to find a reason to stop, but it was clear she was struggling.
paigeâs eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her breath still coming in short, sharp bursts. âshe your girlfriend?â
liana shook her head, the motion almost frantic, her curls bouncing with the movement. âno,â she whispered, the word barely audible above the pounding of their hearts.
the blondeâs lips curved into a slow smile. âthen thereâs no home to wreck,â she murmured. the moment those words left her mouth, it was like their thoughts snapped back into place, sharper and more urgent than before.
liana didnât protest again. instead, she pulled paige closer by the collar of her shirt, the movement making her gasp, tongue poking the inside of her cheek with a smirk. paigeâs hand found its way back under lianaâs skirt, fingers grazing over the fabric of her underwear, teasing her.. make her squirm.
âlook at you,â paige taunted, watching lianaâs reactions. she slid her fingers back and forth, deliberately avoiding where liana wanted her most. âso wet alreadyâŠâ
her breathing picked up, hands gripping the edge of the sink as she tried to ground herself, her body betraying her, though. âpaige, pleaseâŠâ she whispered, the desperation clear as day.
paigeâs reaction was more than just one of satisfaction. just earlier this week sheâd been asking what her name was, and now she was moaning it. her fingers finally slipped beneath the soaked fabric, finding her heat. she traced the outline of her folds, slow and deliberate, making liana whimper with every touch. her face stayed pressed into the blondeâs shoulder, the smell of some expensive cologne and fresh laundry filling her nostrils. she wanted every part of her.
paige didnât make her wait any longer. she slipped one finger inside, feeling the tight warmth as liana clenched around her. she added her middle finger, her movements slow and deep, making sure she felt every inch. âso tight for me⊠say that shit again.â
liana took a moment to process what exactly she wanted her to say, her mind not even on the right planet. catching on, she moaned out a soft, âpaigeâŠâ and she groaned. she started to thrust, her fingers moving and stopping at the base where her silver rings were. they curled up at one point in a come hither motion, the sensation causing liana to screw her eyes shut, mouth open pornographically wide.
liana moaned loudly, her back arching as paigeâs pace quickened, the sound of their bodies filling the small bathroom. her thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles that had liana gasping, her nails digging into her shoulders. âyes⊠right there⊠donâtâmm.. stop,â liana panted, her voice breaking with every thrust.
paigeâs fingers worked relentlessly inside of her, her pace quickening as she felt liana tighten around her. she leaned in closer, her breath warm, and whispered in her ear, âiâm fuckinâ splitting you open, baby. you feel that?â
liana could only moan in response, her body shaking as paigeâs thumb circled her clit with perfect precision, eliciting a different sound between each movement. she was right there, so close to coming, her mind completely lost in the moment. but just as she felt herself tipping over the edge, a sharp knock echoed through the bathroom door. âliana? you in there?â naomiâs voice cut through to the both of them, pulling liana back to reality with a harsh jolt. if that wasnât a slap in the face, she didnât know what was.
âfuck,â she mumbled, frustration clear in her tone as she clung to paige, trying to keep herself grounded in the moment, even as her mind screamed for her to get a grip.
paigeâs own frustration mirrored lianaâs, looking back at the door. she pulled her hand back with a quickness, watching liana struggle to catch her breath, deciding to help her down from the sink. she steadied her as if nothing had just happened between them, proceeding to follow up with a few lingering kisses on lianaâs lips. intimate, sureâbut blondie couldnât resist.
âimmaâ text you, alright?â her words were casual, but the look in her eyes wasnât.
liana nodded, trying to get her thoughts in order, but she was still reeling from how quickly paige could shift from intense to gentle. it was throwing her off balance, and she didnât like that. how does she do that? how does she make me want her even more everytime she says something? she knew she needed to get out of there before naomi started asking questions, but the entire situation didnât feel real. theyâd have some unfinished business to take care of by fate.
at the door, liana couldnât help but fake a pout, a small attempt to regain some control, even if it was just a tease. but then paige stuck her fingers in her mouth mindlessly, licking them clean with wide eyes. lianaâs mind went blank for a second, her first instinct being a gasp, heat flooding to her cheeks in a swarm as she swatted at paigeâs arm. âyouâre soââ she started, but paigeâs low giggle cut her off, dodging the hits. god, sheâs infuriating. infuriatingly cute.
âgo on,â paige urged with that damn smirk, and liana knew she was right. she needed to walk out first, leave paige to follow behind like nothing had happened.
with one last look, liana stepped out of the bathroom, her heart pounding. as the door closed behind her, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.. not look suspicious.
naomi was waiting just outside, looking at liana with a questioning expression. âyou good?â
she forced a smile, nodding quickly. âyeah, just⊠needed a minute.â
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A "First" Date - Yunho x Reader
Summary: Your best friend Yunho and you always find dates for each other, trying to help each other out with love. You always try to find the best ones for each other, but one day, Yunho sets you up with his âfriendâ, and you quickly realize that your best friend wants to prove a point. And maybe he actually knows you better than you think - in multiple ways.
Word count: 13.6K
Genre: Fluff, smut (it's so cute but oh gosh so dirty)
warnings: Best friend Yunho with fem reader (fem pronouns). Yunho is *cough* BIG *cough*. YUNHO HANDS, Oral sex, messy blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, light choking, unprotected sex, spit, aftercare, honestly it's one big warning because there's SO MUCH I got carried away. But lmk if I missed anything!
This is all for fun and is not meant to represent Yunho in any way.
âWhat happened to the last girl I set you up with?â You ask, looking to your side to see your best friend, Yunho, widening his eyes.
âAre you serious? She wanted to lick my toes in the middle of the restaurant.â He responds with a shiver, âIâm not a kink-shamer, and I respect being open for a foot kink, but I know when things cross my personal line.â He leans further back on the couch as you both stare up at the ceiling, blankly looking at my white loft.Â
You and Yunho always hung out. It made it even easier having him living in the house next door, so you were practically spending every day together. Since he helped you get your lunch back from a bully when you both were 6, you two had been inseparable, and everyone knew that. Whenever the two of you met someone new, the first initial thought was that you were dating, but the two of you quickly set the record straight. You were just friends.Â
But people didnât always believe the two of you, though, thinking that you must hook up secretly, but the truth was that youâve never done that. Youâve never kissed, never sexually touched each other. But Yunho has been the one person in your life who you always would go to, no matter what you need. A deep talk? Yunho would let you talk your heart out and listen for hours. A hug? Heâd drop everything in his hands. He knew everything about you and would gladly hold you close whenever you needed it. He was there to keep you safe from anyone and anything, and heâd gladly do it.
But the thought of Yunho that way wasnât strange to you either.. He was tall, handsome, respectful, funny.. He was every girl's dream, and whoever would end up with him would win the lottery. So you would lie if you said you hadnât wondered how he acts around a lover, how his big hands would feel gripping your thigh while he is driving the car, or how he would whisper intimate things in your ear with his deep voice. But you would never admit that to anyone, especially not him.Â
âWhat about that marketing guy I set you up with last month?â Yunhoâs head turns to you and you immediately shake your head.Â
âOoooh, no no no. He showed clear signs of still being in love with his ex and searching for a rebound. Iâm not looking for that.â You sigh, at this point losing track of how many failed dates youâve been on this year.Â
For the past few months, Yunho and you had helped each other on dates, being each other's wing(wo)man. You were both at a point in your life where you wanted something more serious, so why not get help from the person who knew you the best?
A smile crept up on your lips, wanting to hear his opinion on the thought that just popped into your head.
âIâm still down to a second date with that guy from your old work-â You begin to tell Yunho but he quickly shakes his head before you can finish the sentence.Â
âFuck no. Youâre not going out with him again.â He spoke like a father to a child who did something rebellious. âHe doesnât treat women well.âÂ
âWell, you set me up on a date with him, so you must have some kind of idea of him and me together.â You tilt your head to the side as he once again shakes his head.Â
âThat was before I knew what kind of person he was. Sending you on a date with him is still my biggest failure in this entire wingman show,â His voice had a hint of humor in it, but his eyes were serious. âIf he asks you out again, I hope you say no. And if you donât, Iâll hunt him down and tell him to leave you alone. End of story.â He relaxed on the couch once again, ending this topic like a strict parent.Â
And you never had the intention to go out with this guy again. He treated you alright on the date, but the chemistry wasnât there. And when Yunho found out that the guy he set you up with was a cheater, liar, and borderline mentally abusive, he was quick to end the ârelationshipâ on your behalf. But Yunho never told you what kind of person the guy actually was, he just told you he wasnât a good person. But that was typical Yunho - he was trying to protect you and didnât want you to worry too much.Â
You roll your eyes at his protectiveness. "If you keep scaring my dates away, I'll never find the one." You crossed your arms over your chest.
"Or you should just open your mind up and start seeing the difference between who's a sociopath and who treats you well. Use your critical thinking skills."
âThatâs rich coming from someone like you.â You joke, but still with a hint of truth behind it.Â
âSomeone like me?!â He sat up straight on the couch and looked at you with a shocked expression. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?âÂ
âItâs hard to find someone who matches exactly what you want. Thatâs all Iâm saying.â You put up your hands and leaned back on the couch while he looked at you, still with a confused expression.Â
âWhat? I may be critical, but I always give my dates a good time.â His hands find their way behind his head, feeling satisfied with himself. One thing Yunho knew for sure would be that he would never leave a date feeling unsatisfied. Whether it would be him doing a little extra on the date to make them feel special, or them, full on having sex in his car. No matter what, he would take good care of them.Â
âWell, apparently not, or you wouldïżœïżœve let that girl lick your toes.â Your comment had him rolling his eyes at you.
His tongue clicked. âOh, shut up,â He shook his head before finding his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. âSpeaking of dates, you have a date tomorrow.â
The sudden change of conversation topic left you sitting straight up on the couch, excited to hear more.Â
âAlready? Who is it?â You lean forward towards him to get a look at his phone, but he is quick to send you a glare and push you away from the view of his screen.Â
âDamn, you nosy..â He scoffed. âItâs one of my good friends. Canât say more for now.â He darts back at the screen and types something you canât see while you send him a glare. Not a single glance is being sent in your direction as heâs too busy typing something on his phone.Â
âWell, alright. Where does he want me to meet him?â You ask as you lean back on the couch.
âIâll just forward the message he sent me,â A moment after a sound comes from your phone, and you see an address and a time in the message from Yunho. âThis one doesnât have an ex or a thing for toes, so youâre good.â He locks his phone as he sends you a confident smile.
âPerfect.â You smile and mentally prepare yourself for the date tomorrow.Â
***
Namsan Park (parking lot) 6:30 Tell her to wear something nice and comfortable :)
You keep your eyes on your phone as you make your way toward the location from Yunhoâs forwarded message. You werenât given much information about what you were getting yourself into, but you trusted Yunho. And you showed that by voluntarily meeting a random guy in the park as the sun was slowly setting for the day. The signs weren't too good so far, but you kept an optimistic mindset.
And with you wearing a dress and a thin jacket on top, you start to realize what a mistake youâve made with your choice of clothing.Â
The parking lot comes into sight and your heart starts beating faster. Itâs always scary meeting someone new for the first time, so of course you were a bit nervous.Â
As you walk into the parking lot, your eyes start searching for anyone who looks like they are going on a date. A few cars are parked here and there, but no man in sight. Well, thatâs before you take a few more steps and see a tall guy next to his black car, back turned to you as he looks at the landscape in front of him.Â
His hands calmly resting in the pockets of his slack pants, and his black hair looking messy.
Messy hair youâve seen before. The tall figure. Broad shoulders. The black car.Â
You stop and look at him, and he turns around with an innocent smile on his face.
âWhat are you doing here?â The confusion is evident in your voice.
Yunhoâs face lights up even more as he makes his way towards you with his hand reaching out.
âYou must be Y/n! Hi, Iâm Yunho, nice to meet you.â He waits for you to shake his hand but you just look at it before glaring up and into his eyes again. His eyes travel down to your dress, and he instantly knows he has to focus on what he is doing.
Heâs taking you out and thatâs it. But gosh, he didnât expect you to look like that in your little black dress that he had never seen before.
âWhat are you doing?â You try again, hoping heâll answer why heâs here and why he was acting like this. Where was your date? Was he your date?
His reached-out hand slowly falls to his side as his smile turns a little awkward and a nervous laugh escapes his lips. âOh, Yunho has told me so much about you, so I thought Iâd like to meet you myself and see what a date with you would be like.â He tried clarifying as you realized what was happening. You were actually going on a date with your Yunho. Your best friend. The realization made the smile on your lips freeze, but you couldnât help but think how unusual he was acting. He was all dressed up, acting like youâve never met before, and behaved like the two of you hadnât just hung out yesterday.
Silence filled the air between you as you tried to figure out what was happening. Yunho then left a quick, slightly annoyed sigh before finding his phone in his pocket. âSorry, I have to make a short phone call.. Excuse me for a moment.â
His back turned to you as he took a few steps away, while he looked down on his phone. Your eyes squint as you watch him bring his phone to his ear. A short moment later, your phone starts buzzing in your hands and Yunhoâs name appears on the screen. A giggle leaves your mouth before you accept the call and bring it to your ear.
âHello?â You answered, looking at Yunhoâs back turned towards you a few meters away.
âHey.. Are you on the date yet?â His voice through the phone was back to normal, and another short laugh escaped through your lips.
âYes, I just got here.âÂ
âAlright.. Just wanted to let you know that heâs a little nervous, so be kind to him.â His voice was stern like he was actually talking about one of his friends and not himself.Â
âWhat a loser.â You smirked as you observed his reaction a few meters away, not being able to hold back your normal behavior.Â
âHey! Iâve known this guy for years, I know heâs up for a good time, so be positive on this date. Alright?â His voice lowered so you could only hear him through the phone. This whole situation seems unreal to you, having your best friend take you out on a date, but you are up to trying something new. And this way, you could see how Yunho normally behaved on first dates, which was something youâve wondered about before.Â
âIâll try my best.â You smile.
âGood.. Let me know how it went later, and if heâs being a creep, let me know and Iâll come kick his ass. Good luck.â He hung up the phone and made his way back to you with an apologetic face like he didnât just speak to you on the phone. âIâm so sorry, I promise, no more phone calls for tonight.â He smiled innocently and opened the door to the passenger seat. âSo? Youâre up for a date?âÂ
***
âA reservation for two, Jeong Yunho.â Yunho smiles at the man behind the small desk at the restaurant. The dimmed light and the waiters dressed in tuxedos all summed up the atmosphere of the restaurant. This was not something youâve ever done with Yunho, despite sharing countless dinners with him over the many years. A short moment after the waiter confirms the reservation, you feel Yunhoâs hand guiding you after the waiter by the small of your back, leading you to your table.Â
âI feel.. Underdressed." You nudge Yunho when the waiter leaves and you walk to your side of the table. You may be wearing a dress, but it wasnât the fanciest one you owned, and now you regret not wearing it. Before you can grab your chair, Yunho is quick to pull it out for you and send you a smile. You try to hide your smile as you sit down and he pushes the chair forwards.Â
âYou look perfect.â He whispers in your ear before going to his side of the table, sending you a wink when you meet his eyes. His words and his behavior all confused you, because you werenât used to seeing this side of him. He was always respectful, but never like this towards you. And one thing was for sure; he was not making it easy for you.Â
Youâve only been on the date for 30 minutes, but whenever your hands would touch or he would say something with pure softness in his voice, you would feel your heart melt a little. But this was all just a date to see how the two of you usually behave on dates, itâs not like it means anything⊠right?
You keep glancing at him over your menu, hard to keep your eyes off the handsome man in front of you. His hair is perfectly ruffled, a black button-down with the sleeves nicely rolled up and his pretty hands holding the menu in front of him. Never had you imagined eating dinner with him like this would do something to you, but the flying little animals in your stomach were telling you differently. Â
You both ordered different food along with something to drink, and the waiter left you both staring at each other, after pouring both of your drinks.Â
âThank you for coming on this date with me.â Yunho smiles from across the table.Â
âIâm happy to be here,â You smile back. âI'm happy Yunho encouraged you to ask me out.â You grab your glass and take a sip while trying to hide the smirk creeping up on your lips.Â
âI just had a good feeling about you, Yunho has told me a lot about you.â Heâs back to wearing the typical smirk you know. If it wasnât your best friend sitting in front of you, this date would be looking a lot different. But the way your breathing becomes shaky and your eyes wander to long fingers around his glass, you canât help but romanticize this whole situation.Â
âSo do you usually go on a lot of dates, Yunho?â You ask, playing with the whole idea of the two of you just meeting for the first time.
âI go out once in a while.. But Iâve never really gotten on a second date with the same person,â He shrugs, taking a sip of his drink. âWhenever a date goes bad, I usually blame my best friend, sheâs the one who sets me up.âÂ
You want to roll your eyes at him, but keep it to yourself. Instead, you crack a genuine smile at his comment.
âOh, so you have a girl best friend?â You tease.
âI do. Weâve been friends ever since I can remember,â He informs you like youâre not the person heâs talking about. âI think the two of you would get along pretty well.â He says in a quiet tone, a smile still on his lips. His eyes travel to your lips that carry a small drop of your drink, and he has to fight everything in himself not to lean over and touch your lips.Â
A first date wouldnât do that, he thinks. Donât touch her.
You sense his focus on your lips and youâre quick to lick your lips, removing the drop.Â
The way heâs looking at you makes you want to thank the restaurant for having dimmed light because you know youâre blushing like crazy and youâre absolutely hating it. This shouldnât feel so exciting and new, and somehow you canât help but wonder if this feels normal to him or if heâs just putting on an act for you.Â
And you honestly donât know if you want to know the answer.Â
âAnd what about you?â He raises a brow. âDo you usually go on dates?âÂ
You skim away, thinking of a good answer to match his energy. His relaxed figure makes you slightly intimidated, especially with the way his arms are resting on the table, and him eying you up and down. The sexual tension is definitely there, and itâs a tension you havenât felt before. It makes you wonder if it has been there before, or if itâs the setting that makes you want to explore what it is. You shrug, leaning forward as well.Â
âI donât mind a date here and there,â you respond. âIf it was up to me, though, I would be going out a little more. But my best friend who sets me up on the dates, heâs uhm.. Heâs a little protective of me.â The smirk is back on your lips and he holds back his smile by pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Something that makes his jaw clench and another flutter runs through your stomach.
âIs that so?â He asks teasingly. âYou have a protective guy best friend?âÂ
âI do.. Does that make you concerned?â You tilt your head to the side and Yunho responds by squinting his eyes. Two could play this game, and with the way he was looking at you, you didnât want the game to stop anytime soon.Â
âMy immediate thought is no.. But I guess it depends on whether or not you think I should be concerned?â He teases back. Heâs good.Â
âI think you should ask him then.â You smirk.
A smile also reaches Yunhoâs lips as he leans back in his chair. âAlright.. Guess Iâll have a little chitchat with him later.âÂ
***
After almost two hours of you and Yunho eating dinner, laughing, and sending smirks in each other's direction, you walk out of the restaurant after Yunho paid, and onto the street. It is fully dark outside, and the thin jacket you are wearing is not helping much.Â
But thatâs when you feel something heavier on your shoulders and look to see Yunho place his blazer on you. His tall figure behind you makes your breathing stop for a second, and you almost stop him and tell him youâre fine, but heâs quick to interrupt you.
âWanna get some dessert? I know a good place.â His eyes sparkle, even when the sun is gone. Youâre close enough to smell his cologne, and itâs safe to say that youâre getting more and more mentally weak for him.Â
You clear your throat. âUh-yeah.â You shake your head to get out of the trance Yunho has put you in, but is instantly back when his hand guides you from the small of your back. His touch burns through every layer of fabric and touches your skin. He has touched you many times and placed a hand on your back or your shoulder, but never did you feel a spark like this.Â
Yunho knew a good spot further down the street that sold ice cream cones, so you both got your favorite flavors (he paid, once again) and you were now sitting on the swings in the park nearby. A comfortable silence fills the space between you as you both enjoy your dessert, swinging back and forth on each swing.Â
âSo..â Yunho starts halfway through his ice cream while youâre not even at the cone yet. Your eyes go to him as he shifts his attention back and forth between you and his dessert. âHow do you think the date is going?â His big eyes lock with yours, and he looks slightly nervous.Â
âDepends on whoâs asking,â You lick your ice cream while a wrinkle forms between Yunhoâs brows. âIt is my date, Yunho, whoâs asking, or is it Yunho, my best friend, whoâs asking?â You explain and he looks away for a moment to think, before looking back at you.Â
âYour date, Yunho, is asking.â He answers.
âThen I think itâs going very well.â You smile, meaning every word.Â
Going on a date with him was not on this year's bingo card, but you didnât mind tonight. If anything, you were actually enjoying seeing this side of Yunho.Â
âAnd what if your best friend asked?â One of his brows shot up curiously and you shake your head.
âThen Iâd tell him to wait until I get home. I wonât expose myself in the middle of a date, thatâs embarrassing.âÂ
A laugh comes from Yunho and you smile at the sound. Another heat sneaks up in your cheeks, hearing him enjoy himself in this setting, and you look away. If he knew what he was doing to you, you werenât sure you would be able to ever look him in the eyes again.Â
Yunho finishes his ice cream long before you and just looks at your side profile as you make your way through the dessert. A prominent smile keeps decorating his lips.
You continue finishing your chocolate ice cream, in your own world for a moment, until you hear footsteps approaching you. You look over to see Yunho make his way towards you, feeling your mouth dry out from the way he looks in the dimmed light. The moon and the few streetlights are the only things lighting up the park, and the shadows on his face create a stunning view.Â
You freeze when he takes your hand and pulls you up from the swing, looking down at you with heavy eyes. Heâs so close you can practically feel his body heat. A smile spreads on his lips when he looks down at your lips. His fingers rest under your chin, and suddenly youâre feeling his thumb trace over your bottom lip. Your breath hitches at his sudden act, but when he removes his hand to show you chocolate ice cream on the tip of his finger, a giggle leaves his mouth.Â
âYouâre messy.â He looks at his finger before looking into your eyes. And your mouth completely dries when he licks the ice cream off his thumb while keeping eye contact with you.Â
Everything inside you is going crazy, leaving you speechless. Such a simple little thing usually doesnât affect you, but Yunho licking ice cream from your lips, off his finger while maintaining eye contact is making the butterflies practically fly out of your stomach and into your entire body.Â
âLetâs get you cleaned a little, come on.â He takes your hand in his and he could practically take you anywhere he wanted. Your brain was not functioning at the moment, only focusing on what just happened, and how it feels with his hand holding onto yours. A small convenience store comes into sight, and Yunho pulls you with him and over to a small table by the window, where a couple is sitting, eating ramen. He grabs a napkin and turns around to look down at you and starts wiping your lips with the napkin.Â
You swallow nervously as his eyes are focused on your lips, and when he finishes removing some ice cream from the corner of your mouth, looking satisfied, your gaze automatically drops to your feet.Â
Yunho notices the way you avoid looking into his eyes, and a smirk creeps up on his lips. He doesnât say anything, not wanting to make you nervous, but he loves seeing you like this. Loves seeing you react to him this way.
The couple at the table next to you finishes their ramen and walks out of the convenience store just as rain starts to pour outside. A sudden downpour catches the city off guard, sending people running with their hoods up.Â
âGuess we can stay here for a few minutes until the rain stops. What do you think?â Yunho asks, looking back at you after looking through the big window display.Â
"Sure." Is all you say before you turn around and begin scanning the shelves at the store. You try to avoid meeting Yunho's gaze as you make yourself look occupied, but you sense him trailing behind you, keeping you within his line of sight. Meanwhile, the young cashier at the desk is engrossed in a show on their phone, oblivious to the two of you taking refuge from the rain.
You walk down one of the isles and stop when you see a specific kind of chips you used to love. You remember them from a few years ago but havenât been able to find them in stores ever since.Â
âYou like those?â You hear from behind you and look to see Yunho standing close to you, eying the chips you were just reminiscing about.Â
âUhm, yeah.. I thought they stopped producing them.â You say.Â
You donât get to react before Yunho grabs the bag of chips and goes to the desk to pay. Youâre left in the aisle, looking at him paying for the snacks you didnât think you needed, and he returns with a smile on his face.Â
About 15 minutes pass, and you and Yunho are sitting at the table in front of the window, eating chips and waiting for the rain to stop. You push the chips, lying on the table, towards Yunho and he takes one and brings it to his mouth.Â
âI donât think the rain is going to stop.â You say as you see the piles of water get bigger and bigger by the minute. Yunho stands up from his chair, glancing outside to spot something before looking back at you.
âMy car is close to the restaurant.. If we donât wanna get too drenched, we have to run. Youâre up for that?â With a daring smile, he asks if you want to run in the pouring rain. Suddenly, something changes within you and you feel an unexpected surge of excitement. You eagerly nod in agreement and he takes your hand, leading you out of the store. You both take a moment to mentally prepare yourselves under the shelter before setting off to run as fast as you can.
âAre you ready?â He asks with a smile, somehow finding this whole situation funny.Â
âReady.â You answer, and Yunho counts down from three before you both sprint towards Yunhoâs car. As you run with Yunho, the water splashes up on your bare legs and he still holds on tightly to your hand. You find yourself laughing and getting drenched in the rain. Running with squinted eyes and without a care feels liberating. If you were on a date with someone you didn't know, you would have been concerned about how you presented yourself, how you spoke, and how you looked. But with Yunho, you feel comfortable being completely drenched.
You spot Yunho's car and sprint past the restaurant where you had dinner earlier. Yunho unlocks the car and giggles when he sees you. He rushes to the passenger side and opens the door for you. After you jump in, he closes your door and runs to the driver's side.
He joins you in the car, and you can't help but laugh when you see him. He's completely soaked, with wet hair stuck to his forehead and his button-up shirt clinging to him. Laughter fills the car as you make eye contact. Suddenly, you remember that you're wearing his jacket and start to feel guilty.
"Oh, your jacket--" you begin, but he interrupts you by reaching into the back seat and pulling out a black hoodie. He hands it to you, still panting from running, but you shake your head. "Wear the hoodie yourself. You're more soaked than I am."
"Come on, you'll get sick if you don't warm up. I'm fine." he insists, and you eventually accept the hoodie. You take off your drenched jacket and he throws it in the back seat. Your skin is glistening from the rain, and you start to feel cold. Yunho notices and steals a quick glance at your wet neck area. He realizes that you're not wearing a bra under your dress and takes a sharp inhale. Clearing his throat, he watches as you pull his hoodie over your head.
Stay focused, Yunho, he thinks.Â
Immediately, Yunhoâs scent wraps around you like a warm hug, and since you were just wearing a little black dress, and Yunhoâs clothes are obviously oversized, the hoodie covers most of your thighs as well.Â
âLetâs get you home and in some dry clothes.â Yunho says, kindly reminding himself to let the date end (for now), so he starts the car, turns up the heat, and heads towards your homes.
The drive was calm, both of you just listening to the rain pouring and clicking on the windows. You couldnât help but think about how fun today was, and how thankful you were that Yunho ended up being your date. Whether or not he did it to prove a point, you enjoyed yourself and almost didnât want the night to end.Â
Yunho drove past his own house and parked in front of yours. âIs this your house?â He asks while looking past you and at the house with an impressed expression.Â
âIt is, good guess finding the exact address.â You joke, and heâs quiet for a moment.
âIâm psychic, I forgot to mention.â His smile makes you melt for the hundredth time tonight, and you prepare yourself to exit the car when you remember something.
 âOh, your hoodie.â You say, about to take it off, but he grabs your wrist, stopping you.
âKeep it for now. I have a feeling Iâll see you again.â He sends a wink in your direction. Â
âOh, cool.. Well, thank you for tonight, I had a pretty good time.â
âMe too.. But I should head home, itâs getting late and the drive is pretty long.âÂ
You have to fight not to laugh at him, so you just nod and unbuckle your seatbelt.Â
âOf course. Iâll see you soon?â You ask, hoping youâll see him soon soon. He immediately understands what you mean and he nods.
âYou will.âÂ
You send him one last smile and pull the hood from the hoodie over your head before heading out of the car. You donât get as drenched as earlier, because youâre quickly able to lock yourself in and close the front door behind you.Â
A curiousness hits you, and you immediately look out of the window. Keeping an eye on Yunho in the car, you canât help but laugh when he backs from your house over to his, turns off the car, and runs to his own house. When he locks himself in and disappears out of sight, you remove yourself from the window.Â
Your head is spinning from the night, how much fun you had, and how much you enjoyed being on a date with Yunho. An actual date. And even though you canât help but think he did this for fun and to prove how good he is at dating, you almost wish this wasnât the case. Because he was so much better at going on dates than you thought.
A knock is heard on your door, and youâre positive you know whoâs waiting on the other side. You run to open the door and see Yunho, no longer in his button-up and slacks, but in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, still with hair damp from the rain.
âThere you are! I was waiting for you to come home, I was worried I sent you on a date with a psycho.â He walks past you and into the house. You close the door with a consistent smile as you watch him get himself comfortable on the couch in your living room.Â
âYou were keeping an eye on me?â You lift an eyebrow as you sit down beside him.
âNeeded to make sure he was a gentleman, you know? So what do you think? How was he?â He looks at you with the subtle smirk he had been carrying the entire night like he knew he was a good date. He could be humbled a little.Â
âI mean.. he was a little..â You search for the right word. âWeird.â
He completely loses the confidence shining through him, and a deep wrinkle forms between his brows.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âI donât know, I think he thinks a little highly of himself. You know, heâs not all that.â
Of course, youâre teasing him, but also not entirely wanting to admit how good of a date he actually was. Yunho had always been a confident guy, because he knew he was good-looking, well-mannered, funny, and had been one of Godâs favorites when it came to size. So a little teasing wouldnât hurt anybody.
Yunho looks at you a bit confused. âI donât-â
You interrupt him. âHe also didnât let me pay for my part of the dinner. It just came off as-â
âWell, maybe he just wanted to make sure you were having a good time without-â Yunho interrupts you as well, clearly having his pride hurt, but stops talking when he meets your eyes and sees the teasing look on your face. âNevermind..â
You crack a smile and tilt your head. âYou can tell him that I had a great time,â Youâre downplaying like this wasn't the best date of your life, âIâm really curious about who he is.âÂ
When you meet his eyes, thereâs a certain flash of something you canât describe. But heâs quick to go back to the behavior you usually know, making you wonder what that look meant.Â
âI will.. But unfortunately, heâs not gonna be in town for a while, you see, because he needs to go home and back to school which happens to be in.. Venezuela. Sooo.. Sorry.â He shrugs and leans forward, resting an elbow on his thigh to hold his head.
âOh well, he wasnât that amazing either.â You shrug as well, looking away from him, pretending not to care.
A scoff leaves Yunhoâs mouth. âYouâre acting like you donât care, but I know youâre gonna dream about him tonight,â He teases with a confident smile and your jaw drops when you look at him. Heâs too much. âHeâs probably gonna be in your little late-night fantasies-âÂ
âShut up!â You push him on the shoulder teasingly.Â
You hate how he knows that, that is true. Heâs most definitely gonna be in your fantasies tonight.
He tries to grab your hand but fails. Instead, he goes to poke you in the side. âAm I not telling the truth?â He laughs.
âNo!â Yes.
You try pushing him away, but heâs way too strong, and the two of you end up trying to grab each other's hands, getting control of the other. It ends up with a little fight on the couch, and you find yourself lying further down on the couch while Yunho hovers above you. You canât help but laugh at the situation because you know youâve lost. And that is being confirmed when Yunhoâs had too much and pins both of your wrists above your head with one of his hands, while his other hand is placed on your waist.Â
The feeling of him pinning you down like this, hovering over you, is gonna play in your mind the entire night.Â
This is not good, you think.
Both of your breaths are heavy after the small fight you just had, and when meeting each otherâs eyes in this position, itâs like something changes for a moment. His eyes go dark when looking down at you and his hand holding yours. The same goes for you because your heart starts to beat faster, and you canât help but get excited by this situation and the feeling of his touch. You canât see your hands, but you know how his hands look, and you know yours look good being pinned down by him.
The silence goes on for a few more seconds, before you come to your senses and clear your throat. âIâm gonna get something to drink, want some?â
Itâs like he realizes the position as well, and loosens the grip on your wrists. âYes please,â He lets go of you and stands up. Either it's the fact that you just had a small fight, or it was the way Yunho looked at you, but you feel incredibly hot and lift the hoodie over your head and throw it on the couch when standing up. You make your way to the kitchen when you hear him follow behind you. âIâve been eating these awful chips tonight that dry out my entire mouth-â
âHey!â You turn around to see him back in his teasing element with a smile on his face.Â
âWhat?â He asks.
âYou said you liked them!â You fight back, entering the kitchen completely, him following you behind quietly.Â
âNooo, that was the other Yunho. He was just being polite to his date and didnât want to make her feel bad for having poor taste in snacks. Iâm your best friend, on the other hand, and itâs my job to be honest with you.â He leans up against the doorframe, crossing his arms and you have to focus on not looking at him.Â
You find some glasses from the cabinet and shake your head. âSo the other Yunho is a liar then?â
âThereâs a difference between lying and holding back the truth.â His argument is weak, so you shake your head as you pour some water into the glass.
âWell, I think I liked the other Yunho better then. He was a gentleman, this one,â You point to him, sending him a glaring elevator look, âIs an ass.â You hand him his glass and pour up something for yourself.Â
His hand goes to his heart like it just shattered from your words. âAn ass!? Come on, you canât choose a favorite Yunho. Youâre gonna make me feel jealous of myself.â He laughs and you canât help but roll your eyes, not even trying to hide it.Â
You take a sip of your water, and you quickly feel his gaze lingering on you. Specifically your body in the dress, now that the hoodie wasn't hiding it. You catch his eyes traveling down to your bare legs and up once again.Â
âYouâve been staring a lot at my dress tonight.â You say looking away, distracting yourself by cleaning up your glass.Â
âI could say the same about you staring at my hands,â His words make you shoot your eyes in his direction, slightly panicked that he knew. The smirk grows on his lips, while you freeze, not knowing what to say. âWhat, you thought I didnât notice?â He says as he slowly starts to walk closer, placing his glass on top of the counter while keeping his eyes on you.
Your body thoughtlessly takes a few steps back, until your lower back is pressed against the counter on the kitchen island. Heâs walking slowly, but somehow he's in front of you within no time, caging you between the island and his towering body. His hands are placed on each side of you on the counter, time seems to have stopped, and your breathing quickly fastens.Â
âSo.. Is there a reason for the staring?â He stares down at you and you canât help but look away from his piercing eyes. Your breathing has already stopped and youâre sure you barely canât get any words out. âLook at me,â His deep voice commands and without a doubt in your mind, you immediately listen and look into his eyes. A small scoff leaves him like he knows youâre under his spell, and he tilts his head slightly to the side. âHmm?âÂ
Your mouth goes dry, searching for the right words to say. âI could ask you the same.â Is all you manage to say.
âAnd my answer would be yes.â Heâs quick to say like he has nothing to hide. His confidence shines through, and it makes your heart beat even faster.Â
Youâre quiet for a moment as you take in what he just said. âAnd what is the reason?â You ask, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. Youâve never seen this side of Yunho before (only when heâs been flirting with girls at parties) and you honestly donât know how to act back. You know exactly where your mind goes when thinking of his hands, deep voice, and dominating manner, but you canât admit that to him.Â
His eyes linger on your lips for a moment and then back to your eyes. âI canât tell you.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
Never has the tension been like this between the two of you, and itâs like you both know what the other is thinking, but neither of you is doing anything about it.Â
âItâs not something best friends say.â His voice turns to a whisper and your breathing stops again. You canât look him in the eyes, afraid to expose yourself so your eyes instantly shoot away.
Itâs not something best friends say.
Your mind is going crazy, and all you wanna do is know what heâs thinking about. The game youâve both decided to play, leaving nothing but subtle thoughts for the imagination, is killing you. But he just fully admitted that heâs been thinking the same thing as you because you would never directly admit to him how heâs been running through your mind tonight. But he has, in ways you wonât even be able to put into words.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â Heâs still keeping his eyes on you and you somehow find the courage to look back into his eyes.Â
âItâs.. Itâs not something best friends say.â Is all you say and you see a change in the way he looks at you. Everything burns inside Yunho, and he wants so badly to do what heâs been thinking about for hours and hours, but heâs not sure youâre ready. Your friendship would change in an instant, and he wants you to be sure.
He opens his mouth, getting ready to ask, âCan I ki-â
âYes.â You interrupt him before you grab him by the collar and smash your lips against his in a heated kiss. Everything comes crumbling down, like you both had been waiting for this to happen, in a messy, eager kiss. His hands find their way around your waist to pull you closer, not leaving his lips from yours. The counter from the kitchen island is pressing against your back as he towers over you, devouring your lips. He picks you up effortlessly and places you on the counter, and you instantly wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer. A muffled moan escapes his lips against yours, as he feels you against his hardening cock. He pulls back for a second to get a look at you, his eyes traveling down your body.Â
âHoly fuck.. You look so fucking beautiful.â He breathed, looking into your doe eyes. The spark in them is enough for him to miss his lips on yours, so youâre back in a messy kiss in a split second. âIâve been wanting to tear this dress off you all night.â He mumbles against your lips, slowly making his way down your jaw and onto your neck.Â
âYou shouldâve just done that.â You run your fingers through his hair as you lean your head back, giving him more space to run his lips over your neck. One of his hands runs in your hair, grabbing the back, holding you in place before feeling his breath on your ear.
âCareful,â His deep voice is next to your ear, and you can practically hear him smirking. âDonât get cocky with me now.âÂ
Just when heâs about to kiss you again, he pulls back and looks deeply into your eyes. You realize the look in his eyes has changed a bit, as he tries to read your face.
âWhat?â You ask confused. Is he regretting this? Is this a bad idea? Does he not want to do this?
His breathing is ragged, but he holds eye contact for a few more seconds before speaking.Â
âIf it gets too much.. If you want me to stop, please let me know, okay? Because I donât think I can hold back from you once you let me do this.â His touch on you is now softer than before.
You canât help but crack a smile at the way he asks permission for this to happen, but thereâs not a single part of you that doubts this. You want this. You want him.
And the thing is, he wants you too, if not more. Everything inside Yunho is exploding, and he canât even believe he isnât kissing you right now. If it stood to him, you were both naked at this point, but he wants you to be sure about this. He doesnât want you to be uncomfortable or about to regret this, because you mean more to him than anyone has ever done.Â
Your hands grab his head as you pull him into a softer kiss. A promising kiss. A kiss that tells him that youâre sure about this. His hands grab the counter, fighting himself not to go too crazy.Â
âI want you, Yunho.â You look deeply into his eyes. âI trust you.â The words change something in Yunhoâs eyes, and he takes a quick deep breath before crashing his lips onto yours again. Â
His hands quickly find your body, traveling around your waist and up and down your thighs, getting used to the touch of you under his control. Your fingers run through his hair, but you instantly grab a hold of his locks when you feel his fingers press against your clothed pussy. The touch of his fingers alone is enough to make you moan, and heâs taking his time running the tip of three fingers up and down your core, sending shock waves through your body.
âYouâre dripping wet.. Is this what you thought about when looking at my hands all night?â He asks. You canât even get out any words, so you just nod eagerly. Another scoff leaves Yunhoâs mouth and suddenly the feeling of his touch disappears. âLay down.âÂ
Youâre listening to his commands like a dog to their owner, and your back leans down on the cold counter. You feel his hands run from your thighs to your hips where heâs grabbing your panties to pull them down. Air hits your core, and suddenly you hear a deep chuckle coming from Yunho.Â
âOf course..â He says to himself.Â
"What?" You ask nervously.
âOf course, you have such a pretty pussy. You really donât have any flaws, do you?â
He pushes your legs apart before digging in, tugging you forward a bit so he has easier access. You look down at him to see his tongue immediately find its way through your slit. All nervousness leaves your body as he starts tasting you. He lets out a satisfied groan when he starts sucking your clit, and he looks absolutely amazing from your point of view, in his relaxed clothes and slightly messy hair.Â
 âAnd you taste fucking amazing,â His words are muffled, almost not daring to remove his mouth as he leaves his tongue everywhere on your pussy, wanting to taste as much of you as possible. Heâs eating you out like it is his last meal on earth, and a moan escapes your mouth.Â
The straps from your dress hang loosely off your shoulders, exposing just the right amount of your breast, to leave little to no imagination. Yunho is quick to run one of his hands up your stomach to pull the dress down and grab one of your tits. You close your eyes, only to widen them quickly when you feel him insert one of his long fingers inside you. He smirks a little as he looks up at you, seeing how you react to his touches.Â
âThis fucking dress.. and you donât even wear a bra under it,â Heâs squeezing your tit, slightly pinching your nipple. âYouâre so fucking hot.â
You start to feel incredibly sensitive and start closing your legs, but Yunho is quick to let go of your breast and push your legs apart, before devouring your pussy again, while his long finger works in and out of you.Â
âOh, weâre just getting started, sweetheart,â he says, loving the sounds coming from you as you try to keep yourself from screaming in pleasure. âReady for another one?â He adds another finger to your hole and a gasp escapes through your lips. His long fingers work their way with your pussy and when his lips wrap around your clit, you feel a spark running through your entire body.Â
His lips remove themself from your cunt and he pulls you up, still with his fingers deep inside you, and he smashes his lips hard against yours, so youâre able to taste yourself on his lips and tongue.Â
âPlease, Yunho..â you barely got the words out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep you up.Â
âTell me what you want,â he grumbles next to your ear as he continues to work his fingers in and out of you, making sure to have his knuckles pressed hard against your heat every time his fingers go in.Â
âI want.. I want you to fuck me.âÂ
A smirk appears on his lips, finally hearing the words heâd been dreaming of for longer than he imagined. But he wasnât ready. You werenât ready.
âYouâre so cute. But youâre not ready to take me yet, sweetheart.âÂ
You slightly pull back to look into his eyes, but when you see the look in his eyes and feel the pressure from another finger being added to your hole, you know that he wasnât playing around. He has a massive cock, and you are going to be filled. He was preparing you. His free hand pushes your legs further apart and presses your abdomen down on the counter to keep you from moving too much. Your eyes roll back as you use your hands to keep you from lying down, steadying you.Â
âOh my God..â your words are mumbles at this point, and with the speed of his three fingers going in and out, you know you arenât going to last much longer. âYunho, Iâm going to come.â
As if something switches inside of him, he quickly bends down and starts to eat you out while his fingers work inside you. The feeling of being filled by his long, thin fingers and his tongue sucking on your nub was a feeling you never felt before, and it didnât take you long to start feeling your orgasm spread through your entire body. Your legs start to shake and you feel yourself crumble under his touch, eyes rolling back and feeling sensitive to every touch he leaves on you.
âSo fucking delicious,â The noise of him slurping your juices filled the entire kitchen, âAll sensitive and shaky already,â He stood up and pulled you closer to him, pushing some hair behind your ear in a caring manner. âAnd you donât even know whats yet to come.. How adorable.âÂ
Your breathing is fast, not ever experiencing this kind of orgasm. Not even the expensive vibrators youâve gathered over the years could do it like Yunho. And you wanted more of him.
His fingers left your hole and you looked at them to see them shining and soaked in your juices. He slowly raised his fingers to your mouth, and you sucked them clean. You felt messy, dirty, and sweaty, all thanks to your best friend who just gave you the best orgasm of your life.Â
âSuch a good little slut,â his eyes locked on your mouth as his fingers smeared across your lips, âMy little slut.â His hand grabs the back of your head and presses your lips against his in a sloppy kiss. Another groan leaves his mouth and he slowly moves his lips down your jaw and onto your neck.Â
His words send an intense rush through your body, and you never expected to be so turned on by being called a slut. But Yunho knows what heâs doing, he knows you well and youâre probably easy to read because youâre responding to his words by moaning when you feel him kiss your most sensitive spot on your neck.Â
Your eyes caught the growing bulge in his gray sweatpants, looking more massive than anything youâve ever seen. The urge to see it, feel it, taste it is everything on your mind, so you reach out your hand to touch it on top of his sweatpants. A deep groan is heard from the back of his throat as he continues to kiss your neck.Â
âYou feel that?â He asks, slowly wrapping his fingers around your throat. He looks down at you as you nod, still stroking the outside of his bulge. âYou feel what you do to me?â His deep voice whispers in your ear. You wish you could give him the same amount of pleasure he just gave you. Heâs standing between your legs, but you wish you could press your thighs together to cause any kind of friction between your legs, even after an intense orgasm.Â
Just hearing him talk like this and seeing how big he is, even under his sweatpants, sends sparks through your entire body.
âLet me take care of you too.â Youâre practically begging to touch him, feel him. Never have you been so eager to move quicker, but Yunho has you under a spell, and he knows it because a satisfied smile spreads across his lips before he presses his lips on yours. This time was much softer than the other times, starting as a slow kiss and slowly deepening. The hand from your neck moves to your cheeks to deepen it even more, and the warm feeling inside you grows even bigger.Â
âNot here, sweetheart.. My first time fucking you wonât be in a kitchen.â His words were so vulgar, but his eyes were full of care and trust. And you donât trust anyone as much as you trust Yunho, so you nod and he wraps your legs around his waist as he kisses you again.Â
Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you feel him remove you from the kitchen island and carry you to your bedroom, still with his lips pressed against yours. Having him basically living with you, seemed to show because he knew the way to the bedroom with his eyes closed and you wrapped around him.Â
The soft touch of your madrass was under you as Yunho threw you on the bed and climbed on top of you, never separating your lips.Â
âIf I knew your lips were this addicting, I wouldâve kissed you a long time ago,â he gives you a final deep kiss before standing up beside the bed. âAnd as much as I love this dress on you, I need you to take it off. Now.âÂ
You donât waste a second getting out of the dress, and since you donât wear a bra under the dress, and Yunho already took off your panties in the kitchen, you are already left naked. Yunho lifts his black t-shirt over his head, throws it on a chair, and is left in the gray sweatpants that still have a big bulge showing. His back muscles tenses as he moves, making him even hotter by the second. He turns around to see you sitting naked on the bed on your knees, hands placed nicely on your thighs, waiting for his instructions.Â
A smile spreads on his lips as he runs his eyes over your body, walking closer to you.Â
âLook at you.. Beautiful and waiting for me to tell you what to do. You like that?â His hand runs through your hair, sending shivers down your spine. âYou like when I call you names? Like sweetheart? or slut?âÂ
You nod while looking up at him with doe eyes.
His hand grabbed your hair from the back and pulled it down, causing you to look up at him straight. âUse your words.â He demands, looking straight down at you.
âYes, I love it.â Your answer and a satisfied smile spread on his lips.Â
âThatâs right, baby.âÂ
Baby. Once again, his words make you wetter at your heat, so you press your thighs together even more to cause any kind of friction.Â
"Now..Before I fuck you,â he lets go of your hair and lightly cubs your cheek. âYouâre gonna have to suck my cock. Is that okay, sweetheart?â his tall body towered over you sitting on the bed. His thumb caressed your cheek, letting you know that youâre safe with him and heâd never do anything you wouldn't want.Â
You lean into his hand and place a kiss in his palm, before looking up at him to nod.Â
âIâd like that.âÂ
He bends down to kiss you before giving you the next demand. He straightens and you look down to see his massive bulge in the sweatpants, practically fighting to be free.Â
âYou were so eager to touch it before, so do it.. now.â His voice is stern, and you didnât hesitate to pull down the sweatpants and his boxers to see his cock spring free.Â
His cock is the biggest youâve ever seen, rock hard and flat against his stomach. Not only is it incredibly long, but also thick. The veins running up and down his shaft are pumping and the tip is glistening with pre-cum. His hand wrapped around it to give it a few strokes, and all you could think about was how that ever was going to fit inside you.
âYou alright, sweetheart?â His words make you look into his eyes instead, and a smirk appears when he sees your reaction to his cock. âDonât worry, weâll make it fit. Do you trust me?âÂ
Instead of answering him, you slowly reach out to grab his girth in your hand, feeling how hard and warm he is under your touch. A small gasp escapes through his lips when you start pumping his cock slowly.
The way heâs looking down at you shows so much dominance and power, but heâs still running his hands through your hair and trying to show you as much care as possible, even when having these roles. Keeping that in mind, all of your small concerns go out the window, and you feel a new confidence take over your body, as you feel ecstatic over the idea of sucking his cock the way you have always wanted to.
âSpit.â He demands and it doesnât take you long to spit on his cock and move your lips to the head, leaking pre-cum. Your hand is pumping his girth while you run your lips over the head of his cock, mixing spit with pre-cum. Given everything Yunho has been doing and saying to you so far, youâre convinced that heâs into the same shit as you, so you decide to go all out. You spit even more on the head of his cock, before trying to take him in your mouth.Â
âHoly fuck,â his breathing changes and he makes a small noise from the back of his throat.Â
You start to drool on his cock, trying to take as much of him in your mouth as possible. Your lips are stretched all the way, and youâre doubting that youâre able to take all of him, but youâre willing to try.
âLook up at me,â You look up at his command while bobbing your head, feeling pre-cum and spit fall on your chest. âYouâre so fucking perfect, you know that?âÂ
His words make you want to do even better for him, so you try to take even more of his cock into your mouth. You almost make it to the beginning of his shaft, but feel a gagging sensation take over you, but you try to fight it. Tears form in your eyes as you try to breathe through your nose.
Yunho groans then, âFuck, baby,â he sounds strained. âAll these years I spent with you, I didnât think you were such a cock slut.âÂ
You finally pull back from him to breathe, feeling spit and pre-come everywhere. In your mouth, on his cock, on your tits, on your hand. Itâs messy. After catching your breath, you decide to continue sucking him, and you feel one of his hands rest lightly on the back of your head as he pushes his dick back into your mouth.Â
Another groan leaves him as he starts pumping his cock in and out of your mouth. The noises coming from you slurping mix with his ragged breathing. You feel him wrap his hand around a few strands of your hair, helping you bop your head at a comfortable speed. A series of small groans leave him, and his breathing gets faster before he quickly takes a step back.
âBaby.. Hold up,â he pulls his cock out of your mouth and you notice how red the head of his cock is. Itâs throbbing and basically begging to come. You wipe the sides of your mouth with the back of your hand to remove the mess youâve made.
âWas it okay?â You ask, a little confused why he didnât just come in your mouth.Â
He is almost letting out a chuckle as he leans down to kiss your lips.Â
âIt was.. Out of this worldâ He caresses your cheek with his thumb and says; âI just want to be inside of you when I come.â He lifts you on your knees, so he can hold you closer. His lips crash against yours, letting him taste himself on his tongue, but he doesnât mind it. Especially when it comes from your mouth.Â
He pulls back and holds your waist with one hand, while he cups the other one right by your mouth.
âSpit.â He instructs again.
You do as he says, still tasting his pre-cum in your mouth when you spit in his hand. He smirks when his hand drops to your pussy and rubs your spit in between your folds. A gasp leaves your mouth at the feeling of his fingers running through your folds, and you quickly need him to give you another orgasm, asap.Â
As if he knows exactly what you're thinking, he turns you around and pushes you down on the bed, so you land on your front. Youâre surprised by his manhandling, but when you feel him bring your ass up in the air to smack it, youâre running with it.Â
Youâve never had sex with someone where you didnât have to tell them what to do or what you liked. But Yunho knew exactly how to please you. It was almost like he knew you better than you knew yourself.Â
You feel him plant kisses, bites, hickeys, and smacks on your cheeks, leaving you with a stream of moans and gasps.Â
âYouâre mine from now on, you understand?â He smacks one of your cheeks and kisses it right after. âIâm going to leave marks on you, so if anyone ever tries something, they will see who you belong to. Got it?âÂ
His.
The sound of him calling you his was something you only imagined would happen, and never did you think it would feel so good to hear.Â
Yunho pulled you out of your thoughts and turned you around, facing up, before he crawled onto the bed and on top of you. You felt his dick press against your pussy as he steadied himself over you.
âI said; Got it?â He asked, and you nodded before quickly responding.
âGot it.âÂ
âGood girl.â He positioned himself better between your legs, and you could already feel the excitement of him inside of you. âIf you want me to go slower or stop, let me know.â Yunho grips his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times before rubbing the tip between your folds. Your hands are on the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. The feeling of his huge cock pressed against your entrance is making you impatient, but when you feel him slowly enter your hole, youâre thankful that heâs taking it slow.Â
You wrap your legs around his waist as you feel him stretch you out, and with the help of your spit and your wetness, he slides in a little easier. But you would lie if you said youâve tried anyone bigger than Yunho.Â
âFuck, youâre tightâ He grunts, slowly filling you up more and more.Â
It doesnât take you long to feel full of him. He groans whenever you clench around his cock, taking it as a sign for him to go slower. Heâs already going pretty slow, but he would never pressure you. He knew he had a large cock, so it was important for him to make sure you felt good, first of all.Â
He stops and you let out the breath of air you didnât know you held in, feeling his length and trying to accommodate how thick he is.
âYouâre taking me so well, baby, but you can take more.â He looks down at you and takes your hand in his, pinning them down next to your head. Yunho lowers down to plant a kiss on your forehead, and you close your eyes, ready for him to continue.Â
âI need you to relax for me, baby.â He instructs and you do as he said. Even when you thought you couldnât fit more of him, he filled you up even more. âThatâs right.â His way of switching from calling you âslutâ to calling you baby, making you feel cared about, almost loved, was everything you needed. Your hands clench in his, almost scared you will hurt him with the way your nails are digging into the back of his hand.
With a final push, you feel his hips against yours, and a gasp leaves your mouth. You canât even imagine if he had tried entering you without warming you up with his fingers and getting you so wet first. Never have you been so full, your eyes rolling back at him hitting your spot without nearly doing anything, almost making you cry in pleasure.
âThere,â He says, looking down at you. You let go of his hands and pull him down for another kiss. âYouâre okay?âÂ
Instead of answering, you press your heels into his back to make him move and feel if he could enter you a bit more - He could. A smirk appears on his lips and he lets out a groan when you feel him clench around him.
âYouâre ready to be fucked like the little slut you are?â You feel him slowly pull out, before pushing inside of you again, trying to make you get used to his size. You couldnât believe he was fitting inside you. âHas anyone ever fucked you like you wanted? Or have you just been waiting for me?â He smirks as he looks down at you. He leans down, bringing his hands under you to hold you tight and whisper closer to your ear. âI bet youâve been fantasizing about getting pinned down and fucked for years, havenât you?â
âY-Yes.â You manage to say as his speed quickens, and you feel him more and more - even though you didnât think that was possible. âIâve been waiting.. for you.â
âYou feel so fucking perfect around my cock, donât you think?â His pace is getting faster and faster, and you can barely get any words out at this point. âYou were made for me.â
âDonât stop, Yunho, please!â You beg, biting down on his shoulder. You feel his breath on your neck, his arms holding you tighter as he continues to fuck you.
âNever,â You hear his smile, and he grabs your waist to turn you both around. Suddenly riding him, sitting on top of his cock makes you feel him deeper than before, and a muffled scream leaves your mouth. The feelings send a shockwave through your body, and you feel yourself fall forward on top of him. He takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, locking your arms behind your back as he holds you tight against him.Â
He can not get deeper in your pussy, so he takes the opportunity to ram his cock deep inside you. He lifts his hips as heâs slamming his cock into your cunt at a fast speed, and the sounds of skin slapping against each other fill the entire house.Â
Quickly you feel another orgasm approach, never experiencing an orgasm without having to stimulate your clit. But Yunho is so deep inside of you and rails you so quickly, that it isnât necessary, âYunho, please!âÂ
âYour moans are so beautiful, let everyone hear how good I fuck you,â His one hand holds both of yours behind your back, as he uses the other to hold your head close to his ear. âYouâre only gonna take my cock from now on, understand?â His grab on you tightens as he fucks you faster. âIâm gonna fill you up with my cum.âÂ
âCome inside me, please!â You cry out, barely even being able to speak as your mind whitens. He buries his face in your neck while ramming his cock into you at a fast pace. He hits the right spot every time, making your moans consistent. His hard grasp on you somehow makes you feel like you can let go of everything and make him do whatever he wants with you. So when you feel your orgasm approach, you donât do anything to hold it back. Yunho feels you clench around his dick as you climax, sending him over the edge as well.Â
His deep groans hum in your ear as you feel him empty his balls inside you. âFuck, baby..âÂ
You feel his warm load spill into you while he holds you tight on top of him, making you take all of it. You feel your heart pumping in your entire body, ragged breaths coming from you as you relax on top of him, and his tight, domestic hold on you becomes a soft and affectionate hug.Â
Yunho still being inside you, you seem to find it relaxing laying on top of him in his arms. And if Yunho could, he would stop time and lay here with you for just a little more. As your eyes are closed, you feel him run his fingers through your hair and down your back. One thing you didnât expect when going on a date today, was ending up having your best friend fuck your brains out till you forgot how to speak. But this somehow felt so right.Â
âAre you alright?â His soft voice asks, still with a few gasps left in his voice.
âUh-huh.â You slightly nod as you open your eyes to see a blur, barely able to use any words.Â
âWe need to get you cleaned up..â Yunho gently pulls out of you and you collapse on the bed next to him. The last thing you wanted was to stand up and clean yourself, so you just shook your head and closed your eyes again.Â
âSoon.. Iâm so tired though..â You excuse, still in a haze from the orgasm. You feel Yunhoâs hand run through your hair, and the way heâs slowly massaging your scalp, makes your eyes feel even heavier.
âWait here then.â You hear him say and soon the bed feels empty without him. A few moments later, you hear him enter back in the bedroom and a wet cloth runs over your skin. Youâre slowly waking up to feel his hands softly on you, and you look down at him, and your heart flutters at your best friend sitting on the bed next to you. Heâs so focused on cleaning you, removing all the dried spit and cum from your chest, stomach and thighs.Â
His touch is soft, especially when he slightly parts your legs to clean the most sensitive area, and when he accidentally graces your most sensitive spot, a small moan escapes through your lips. You still feel an incredible sensation around your lower region, so when he quickly looks up at your face to see youâre okay, he tries his best to hide his smile, feeling proud he left you a moaning mess a few minutes ago.
âSorry..â He whispers as he continues to clean up, making sure to be extra careful.Â
The wet cloth is doing its job, and youâre free from any fluid on your body. Your eyes are closed again and you suddenly feel the bed getting heavier next to you. You feel the duvet cover you and an arm wrap around your body to pull you into Yunhoâs chest. Your back is flat against his front, and with the warmth of his body, youâve never felt more safe.Â
Slowly drifting off to sleep, you manage to hear a few words before youâre completely out.
âGoodnight, my love.âÂ
***
The light shines bright in the bedroom, making it hard to see anything when you open your eyes. Everything is a blur, but when you reach out your arm to feel nothing but an empty bed, youâre quickly rubbing your eyes to see clearly.Â
Thereâs a bend in the pillow where Yunho slept, but no Yunho in sight. You pull up the duvet to cover your naked body when you sit up to get a better view of the bedroom. Thereâs no sound of anyone in your house, and the feeling of slight panic rumbles your stomach.
Did he leave? Did he regret what happened between you and wouldnât want to see you again?
Just as thoughts start to flood your mind, the bedroom door opens and Yunho enters, tip-toeing into the room, just wearing his gray sweatpants. When he sees you sitting up, panic immediately shows on his face. âOh shit, sorry, did I wake you?âÂ
âNo no, I was just confused about where you went.â You shake your head, suddenly relaxed to see him this morning.
A smile spreads on his lips and he makes his way to you on the bed. âIâm right here, baby.â He crawls on top and hovers over you before leaning down to kiss your lips. Itâs a reassuring kiss that tells you he wouldnât ever just leave like that. He pulls back after a moment and looks down at you with a soft smile on his face. "Good morning."Â
"Good morning." You smile back, not at all used to waking up like this, but youâre not at all mad about it. âSo.. Do you usually stay the night after a first date?â You shyly ask while he looks down at you.
âUsually not.â He shrugs with a smirk. âWhat about you? Do you usually have your first date sleeping over?âÂ
âUsually not.â
He nods slowly "Interesting.." He bites his lip to hide his smile, but the smile slowly falls off his face and gets replaced by a wrinkle between his brows. He gets quiet, and you wonder what suddenly went through his mind. âI need to tell you something..âÂ
Your heart suddenly starts pounding, concerned about what heâs going to say. Yunho takes a deep breath, still holding himself up by his arms on each side of your head.
âLook, yesterday was something new for both of us, and we both know how when youâre.. having sex, you feel a lot of emotions, and sometimes blurt out something without actually meaning what youâre saying..â The nervousness is evident in his voice. âI just need you to know that.. the things I said yesterday.. I meant it.âÂ
Youâre completely quiet, just now trying to figure out exactly what heâs talking about.
âI meant when I said I want you to.. be mine. And when I said you're beautiful. And, yeah, I donât know, Iâm just not sure I can go back to being best friends with you, because what we did yesterday.. best friends donât do that.â The look in his eyes is hard to describe, but thereâs a hint of hope. Hope that you perhaps feel the same as him. âI guess Iâm trying to say; how about we continue what we started?âÂ
Voice lowering down to a whisper, he stares down at you with such an expression you want to wrap your arms around him and hug him. The dominating guy he was last night is completely switched to the most precious and small man.
You canât help but let out a giggle, finding this entire situation cute. âIâd love that.âÂ
The wrinkle between his brows immediately disappears and he releases a breath he didnât know he held.Â
âYeah?â He asks with a huge smile on his face.
âYeah.â You nod.
âOkay.â
âOkay.â
Fireworks are exploding in both of you as he leans down and kisses you with such intensity, he wants to fill out all the space that separates you from him. He wants you as close as possible, and heâs sure heâs never going to get tired of hearing you giggle.
Moving his lips against yours, you never imagined how right this would feel. He pulls away, but only to lay down next to you and pull you towards him. Placing your head on his chest, he wraps both of his arms around you to hold you close. The feeling of safety and warmth is burning from every cell of you, and you never want to feel this with anyone else but Yunho.
Yunho kisses the top of your head occasionally as you both lay there, just enjoying the silence and each otherâs company. But you canât help but say what's on your mind.
âI hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I have to start getting ready.â You say, and he immediately tightens his grab around you.
âFive more minutes, then Iâll let you go.â He mumbles against your head.
Sigh.. âBut I have to shower.â
Heâs quiet for a short moment before looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. âShower?â He asks like he has something on his mind. You nod and he looks away shyly before getting the courage to say what heâs thinking. âI mean.. Since weâve decided to upgrade our friendship to dating, I guess it wouldnât be weird to.. you know.. shower together?â
Butterflies take over your entire body, and you try your best to hide your smile. Yunho and you donât have anything to hide from each other anymore, so a shower would be innocent compared to what you two did last night. You look up to meet his eyes, slightly shrugging. âI guess youâre right.â
Just when you thought his smile couldnât get bigger, his eyes wrinkled from the smile and he gets all energetic like a puppy you just offered to take on a walk.
âYou wanna take a shower with me?â He asks, making sure.
âSure.â You downplay how badly you actually want to do this. You want to do everything with Yunho, because the two of you just opened so many doors of possibilities, and you canât wait to share every moment with him.
A giggle leaves his mouth and he kisses you passionately. âIâll go get it ready for us.â The smile does not leave Yunhoâs mouth as he pulls his t-shirt over his head, and he finds your robe in your dresser. Heâs running around the room, getting stuff ready to bring to the bathroom, smiling and giggling nonstop.
âWhat?â You canât help but ask.
His eyes dart to you before he runs over to kiss you one last time before heading to the bathroom to prepare the shower for the two of you.
âI'm just so happyâ
#ateez fic#ateez scenarios#ateez yunho#yunho x reader#ateez smut#ateez fluff#yunho#jeong yunho#kpop fic#ateez fanfic
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Masked in Amity
CW: Sam doesn't come off great in this, but not Sam bashing. She just has a lot of growing up to do still and knee jerk reacts badly. (I also don't want to listen to any Sam bashing please and ty.)
Samâs room still looked the same as always. Danny supposed thatâs what happened when someone moved out for college but still came home againâ especially to a home like Samâs. There were only a few posters, a few photos, and a knickknack or two that had changed between high school and now. Danny sat on the edge of the bed like always.
âSo howâs school doing?â Danny asked into the awkward silence. Silences never used to be awkward between them, or was that just looking back with rose colored glasses?
âUgh,â Sam gripped and flopped back onto her bed next to Danny. âWhy would you even ask me that? You know I hate it.â
âBecause itâs what youâre doing right now? Itâs a huge part of your life, you canât just⊠avoid it.â
âWatch me,â Sam said, bitterly. Her snarled lips looked weird without the dark purple lipstick. âIâm going to get my stupid law degree my parents are paying for and work at some stupid corporate firm Dad has connections at and when my trust fund has made enough in interest Iâm going to quite and go open a non-profit and sue all those fuckers I was forced to work for over how theyâve fucked up the environment.â
âOkay,â Danny said. He didnât want to argue about this. He just hoped this plan worked better than the last three Sam had had before her privilege knocked her down a peg.
âCan I ask about, I donât know, your time in Chicago at least?â
âChicago is amazing,â Sam said, wistfully. âBeing in Chicago, I mean, Iâm sure you know how it is, it really makes it clear how backwater Amity Park is. The things people worry about here are so small compared to whatâs out there!â
Danny just hummed in response. He didnât exactly know what to say to that. It didnât feel completely wrong, but it wasnât right either. Worries werenât a competition like that.
âAnd the bands!â Sam continued, thankfully changing the topic. âI have got to see so many amazing bands. The local scene alone is amazing and no one knows about them so you can be right up close and a lot of times even talk to the band after. You should come for a show sometime.â
âI can try to,â Danny said. Samâs music wasnât usually his thing, but something like that might be fun. It would be different at least. Danny gave her a little smile. âMaybe Tucker could make it out too.â
Sam rolled her eyes. âYou know he wonât. When was the last time you talked to him not on the computer or the phone? Heâs only here at Christmas when you arenât.â
âYou know how I feel about Christmas, Sam,â Danny said, holding back a sigh. Sure Tucker had been busy lately and that had made him more distant, but he was still one of their trio. âAnd if we plan something then Tucker can schedule for it. Donât count him out just because heâs busy.â
âAlright, fine, we can plan something for a bigger show with Tucker,â Sam agreed, âbut you still need to come out to something local. Theyâre really better anyways. Weâll go out to eat first and hit up a bar or three after. I know some really great placesâ places like youâve never seen.â
Sam reached up and wrapped her hands around Dannyâs neck, pulling him down a little. âIt can be a date.â
Something in Danny balked at that. It was an innocent enough comment. Sam and him had dated and then not and then dated again or just had fun together. Theyâd known each other so long that it was easy to just ebb and flow out of the different levels of a relationship like that.
This time, though, Danny found himself resisting the tide. âOr we can just hang out.â
The almost dreamy smile Sam had crumpled into a frown. âWhat? I mean, sure, it can, but why? Are you seeing someone?â
âYes? No? I mean, Iâve been⊠sleeping with someone, but weâre not dating or anything.â
âThatâs okay,â Sam said easily. âIâm not going to make you be exclusive. I donât want to be either right now; weâre not around each other enough for that and You know that Iâve been sleeping with my roommate sometimes and Iâve met a cute person in study group now too with amazing fingers.â
âNo, I know, justâŠâ Danny gave a frustrated noise. Nightwing and him werenât even close to being exclusive. Someone like Nightwing could have anyone they wanted and with how much he liked sex, Danny was pretty sure Nightwing did have whoever he wanted. Danny was just⊠convenient for the hero side and Danny didnât begrudge the other that. It was convenient for Danny too. It was justâŠ
Danny didnât want to keep living the same cycle with Sam where he was her world for a few weeks or months and then just back to an occasional phone call. He didnât want to keep being pulled back to Amity Park. Maybe meeting her in Chicago would be different enough, but Sam was still so tied to Amity and always would be by her parentâs money.
âMaybe we shouldnât do this again,â Danny said slowly, feeling the words out as he said them. âMaybe itâs time just to leave us dating in the past?â
Sam dropped her hands and sat up. âExcuse me?â
Danny rubbed at the back of his neck. âJust, weâve tried being together in a lot of different ways and we always end up in the same place.â
âSo you want to leave me in the past?â
âNo!â Danny said quickly, trying to get ahead of this before Sam spiraled too badly from making assumptions. âIâd love to come to Chicago and see a band with you! Just⊠not as a date.â
âBecause you want to leave that in the past,â Sam snapped and got up off the bed.
Danny scrambled off also.
âThatâs not a bad thing. I enjoyed it and I know you did too. Just more, okay, maybe that wasnât the best phrase? I mean maybe we shouldnât go down that road again when we know where itâs going to end.â
Sam crossed her arms. That was never a good sign. âRight, because Iâm always going to be a dead end, is that it? Not like you whoâs off playing hero with the big names?â
âWhat? What does me being a Titan have to do with this?â
âDonât play dumb, Danny, we both know youâre not. You left to go be a famous hero and hardly looked back at Amity Park or me or Tucker or your parents. What if the town needed you?â
Danny threw his hands up in the air. âWhy would they need me? I destroyed the portal, came to an agreement with Vlad, made sure my parents couldnât build another working oneâ it fixed everything!â
âAnd then left.â
âSo I could help other people!â
âSure it wasnât so that you could be famous?â
Danny closed his mouth with a clack.
Sam winced at her own words. âDannyâŠâ
âNo.â Danny backed up a few steps from her. âNo. You donât get toâ you of all people donât get to come at me like that! I never wanted to be a hero, Sam! Youâre the one who said I needed to protect Amity and you were right, sure, but itâs never what I wanted! You wanted it!â
âDanny, noââ Sam reached out for him and Danny stepped back again, hitting the wall.
âYes you did, Sam! You did or I never would have had to die a second time after your wish! I lost everything again! I donât have a future like you and Tucker, I just have being a hero. I just have being dead.â
âCome on Danny,â Sam tried. She moved close again, slowly, like Danny was some sort of feral animal.
Maybe he really was just a caged beast.
âIâm justâ I better go. Iâm just going to go,â Danny said. In a flash of light he was back to being Phantom. He let himself tip back and phase through the wall.
As he left Amity Park behind, he couldnât help but think it really said something that he was far more comfortable being Phantom these day than Danny.
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AN: Here's yous all voted on treat for the day! This comes before Danny showing up at Dick's door, quite upset.
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@coyloves ship & prompt: âLook how messy you areâ w/ Osamu Miya ËâËâ§đâ§Ë°đ
"I've been thinking about bending you over this table and just having my way with you" His knuckles caressed your chin before he gripped your jaw and made your head tilt to the opposite side of his face, to have easier access to your neck and kiss it. He smiled when he felt you straighten up, product of shivering. "You like the idea?" you thought you nodded, but it was so subtle your movement that it was enough for Osamu to understand that when you were speechless, it was because you found his proposal more than decent.
It wasn't the first time you had sex in the store. The routine would end up being the same as all the other times before: Osamu wooing you until he had you right where he wanted you, clumsy hands caressing each other's body, quick and warm kisses, and discretion in moaning so he could pay attention to the door bell in case Kita came carrying bags of rice. The last time was fun, despite the fact that you almost got caught red-handed.
"We should be quick."
"Yeah" Osamu said in a sarcastic tone. "I can see you're in a hurry" He pointed his gaze at the wetness in your panties, licking his lips, holding back from touching you still. "Look how messy you are".
"Samu! are you even listening to me?"
"I'm trying to pay attention, but you're just too sexy. Not gonna lie."
"Then, tell me what you want me to do" His grayish eyes bore into yours, able to read what they expressed.
Then Osamu lifted you up and sat you on the cold marble table of the warehouse, taking a quick glance at your body, stunned by the beauty of your curves, savoring them in his mind, decanting and amusing himself with his favorite parts.
"Let me hear your beautiful moans a second time today, darling" His thumbs played with the inside of your thighs, spreading them open, allowing a glimpse beneath them of your chubby pussy. "Hah⊠shit" He exhaled excitedly. His hips rocked forward instinctively, needing to have you lying there on your back for him, legs spread wide.
The throbbing in his chest began to ache as you lay back on the table and circled his hips drawing him to you, pulling your shirt up and exposing your large breasts squeezed into your bra.
"You're going to fuck me?"
"Fuck⊠Of course I do" In a quick set of hands, Osamu unclasped your bra as he worked his way under your boxers, reaching for his cock and pumping it a couple of times while his mouth was distracted with your breasts. He didn't skimp on making as much noise as possible as he savored and kneaded them at the same time, sucking your nipples and pinching them on his lips before releasing them. "They are so perfect⊠just mine" He kneaded relentlessly, and when he noticed that his cock was about to burst through his underwear, he released it as best he could, âcaused by nervousness and quickness by the impatience of being inside youâ, and pushing aside your panties, he entered you ever so slowly without losing sight of the expression on your face as he filled you.
"Atta girl, fucking your boss in his own warehouse, huh?"
He settled into a steady rhythm, and cursed himself for not having taken you earlier at that table. The movements of your body in response to his thrusts were something Osamu had yet to deal with. The bouncing of your tits followed by pithy gasps flooded his mind so quickly and directly, that in order to speed up the command his brain sent to his cock, he had to take possession of your hips and lighten the pace. His mind clouded as your insides tightened and his ears filled with his cursed name, thus ignoring âthough not willinglyâ, your warning you were cumming. Osamu forgot the discretion agreed upon at the beginning and made sure to fuck you in the roughest way, letting anyone planning to enter the store know that he was busy to attend to any customers or receive any packages.
Maybe that day, the "closed" sign would remain hanging on the door for another hour.
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one of his girls tonight - hector fort
prompt: he canât get enough of you.
warnings: cursing, drinking, clubbing, suggestive content, grammar issues, not intense smut (viewer discretion is still advised)
please let me know if more since this is going to be a little explicit.
any italicized texts are lyrics
credits to owners for all images
what else do young adults do in their free time? party, of course.
nothing like a hot saturday night in barcelona when the city was awake as people went out.
ây/n! my sexy girl, letâs go!â going out with your friends at least once a month was a must. meeting new people, kissing strangers, waking up next to someone random.
everything felt like a fever dream. especially that one boy you shared an unforgettable kiss with. last month, you were drunk out of your mind. you met this one guy, he had brown fluffy hair and touched you in the right places. your friends always said you were gonna go home with him and make him yours for the night. until, a random girl walked up to you and slapped you. either you just made out with someoneâs boyfriend or someone was a complete control freak over him.
you hoped to see him tonight. some reassurance of what happened last month. and if heâs single, maybe youâll keep him wrapped around your finger this time.
âalright! iâm ready!â you grabbed your small purse that barely fit anything in it and ran into the uber with the 10 other people in it. âa bit crowded?â you laughed as some people were sitting on each otherâs laps.
âanything to save money and not have a designated driver tonight. todayâs the day where all hell will break lose.â going out with a group of people was safer, calmer, and more fun.
lately, your life had been hitting every single positive goal in life. you spent your days with the people who brought out the best. little did you know, you would meet the person who would see you inside and out.
getting out the car was a hassle. thanking the driver and running to show your ids to the bouncer. already pre-gamed at your tiny apartment, it was finally time to let loose.
âitâs fucking hot in here.â one of your dearest friends spoke to you as you tried to mingle on the dance floor.
âi just finished my makeup 20 minutes ago and i can feel it melting already.â you fanned yourself to keep composed.
ây/n, that guy keeps staring at you.â looking behind your shoulder. you saw the one and only boy, the one with the best lips youâve ever felt on yours.
âholy shit. thatâs the guy with the crazy girl that slapped me.â you looked at your friend in disbelief. he mustâve went out to the clubs a lot if you continued to see him.
âgo up to him. i donât see her around. ask him what that whole fight was about. take a shot though, youâre gonna need it.â turning around, you could already see his eyes going up and down from behind you. meeting with your friends at the bar and downing shots after shots. finally feeling the alcohol in your system, a new boost of confidence was found.
walking up to him, you spotted different girls surrounding him. as you got closer, he sat up straight and tried to distance himself. sitting down next to him, he sat there frozen.
âhey, arenât you the guy from a few weekends back?â for a guy who seemed popular around the ladies, he seemed pretty fucking nervous around you.
âyeah i am. sorry about that slap. i donât know what happened. sheâs not my girlfriend by the way. just someone random.â he spoke so fast, fidgeting with his hands. considering you already made out with him, there was no reason for him to be scared.
âyou seem very popular. met anyone you like?â he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. you listened closely to the song in the background as he tried to form an answer.
push me down, hold me down.
spit in my mouth while you turn me on. i wanna take your light inside.
âyou. canât ignore a pretty girl like you.â he began to play into your little game. slowly, you touched his shoulder and sat closer to him in a comfortable position.
âoh yeah? well, this âpretty girlâ has to know your name first.â
and iâm screaminâ out. give me tough love.
âmy name is hector. yours?â
âiâm y/n. you have a little something on your neck.â spotting a red kiss-mark on his neck, obviously not from you, you smudged it off.
we donât gotta be in love no. i donât gotta be the one, no.
i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.
âwishing it was your lipstick?â he give a little grin, trying to rile you up. you looked at him, his way of words trying to get into your pants was working.
âi donât need to wish.â within seconds, your lips happened to be on hectorâs. your legs straddling him while he rubbed your thighs.
he knows how to get the best out of me.
his hands were grabbing your waist as you felt the material of his pants under you. he continued rubbing your thighs, but he slowly made it up to your ass. as you gasped for air, he decided it was a good time to slip in his tongue.
finally breaking the kiss, you hear him whimper for more even over the loud music. smiling at him, you made your way to his neck and jaw. you planted a few kisses here and there, then you could feel his hand start to go under your dress.
ânot here, but i know a few places.â making eye contact, you already knew where this was going.
hector wanted to you to be his girl every night.
ââââââââââââââââ
authorâs note: author gone wild. imagination got the best of me and i know this is not likely of my stories. let me know if i did good for these kind of storylines!
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Lucid Dreams
Pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem Reader ( reader is a ghost)
Summary: You died a year ago, and now a really hot Nanami Kento moves in to the apartment you're tethered to. You love to fuck with him, shuffle his papers, knock over his things, but you also love to watch him sleep. One day, he ends up seeing you. And... yep, how do you move on to the next realm? Maybe by getting railed by Nanami!?
NSFW- smut, lovemaking, explicit sex
Word Count- 3.5k- This is just a cute little story I got a request for. (It's literally crack fluff smut) Happy ending don't worrryyy. Just fluffy silly cute shit.đ€
Nanami Kento stepped into his new apartment, it was all redone since you had lived there, whatâs it been since you died, a year now? You looked at how handsome this man was, dressed in a suit impeccably, sliding the jacket off to reveal toned, perfect arms. You step closer, and suddenly he shivers, as if he could feel your energy, but thereâs no wayâŠ
Your energy had been fading lately, perhaps the longer you have been dead the less you have, but something about his presence made it flicker once more. Youâd had fun haunting the last couple that lived here, ugh but their love annoyed you, because itâs not like you got any love in the twenty five short years you had on this plane of existence.
You expected heaven or something? Or some other life⊠but no, you just lingered here, in your old apartment, which looked nothing like it did. You could get down almost out of the building, just enough to stare at the moonlight longingly, remembering what it was like to talk.
You donât talk, no one would hear you anyway.
WellâŠ
âFuck, youâre gorgeous.â You murmur as this blond sexy man rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing toned forearms.
Maybe you do speak?
You watch him every day, for a week, come home and do the same routine, over and over. He takes off his glasses, he sighs, he sets down his briefcase, he sighs, he goes to take off his jacket, he sighs. Yes this man sighs a lot, and pinches the bridge of his nose, exhausted from the long hours he clearly works.
You worked a lot too back in the day, overworked yourself to death, hoping for an early retirement, until someone hit you with a car
Yeah.
Maybe thatâs why you canât leave, youâre still so pissed, when you had to look down at your body, when you had to see your parents cry, before they left and never came back around. You couldnât see them, no you were stuck here, and you donât know why, endlessly lonely and bored. But⊠now?
Nanami Kento is here, and you enjoy his presence. You watched him from the shadows, your translucent form barely outlined against the wall. As the days turned into nights, you observed him with a fascination that flared up deep inside you, watched him as he slept, when his usually stern face would relax. You would always brush his hair back, but then one day you realize something.
His hair moved.
You touched him!? He opens his eyes, and you gasp, hovering over him, and the hazel eyes widen, but then he blinks, and you disappear. Nanami sits up, shirtless and chiseled within every inch of his life, fuck the man is absolutely beautiful, and heâs looking around the room.
âHey, is ⊠fuck Iâm losing it. Is someone there?â You gasp, backing away from the bed then, as Nanami looks around, clearly sleepy and confused.
âYeah.â You whisper, curious, and he bolts up, and then you see it, the bulge in his boxers, and you flush bright red⊠can ghosts blush!? Maybe? He was clearly huge, and apparently ghosts can get wet too.
Huh.
âListen, I need my sleep. Please donât annoy me.â Youâre in shock, at how casual he is, and you laugh suddenly, apparently he notices because he glares. âSeriously, go⊠do ghost things and let me sleep.â
Heâs back in bed, and if your heart still beat, it would thud.
You keep watching Nanami Kento, but now you mess with him, jumbling up his papers, just to enjoy the delight when he would yell at you. You would move his toaster just an inch, mix his spoons and forks, laughing maniacally as he would get so flustered, shifting them back. He is always so meticulous, that throwing him off becomes your new thrill.
On one evening, you watched as he flipped his light switch several times, each attempt to illuminate the living room met with flickering bulbs. Youâre giggling as you keep fucking with the lights, clearly annoying this man, and you could feel bad, but heâs so cute when heâs annoyed.
âWhat now?â He mutters, and your laughter echoed softly in the corners of the room. Nanamiâs head whipped around, eyes narrowed in irritation. âYou are here again. Can you stop fucking around? Do you need to watch a movie?â
âYouâre asking a ghost to watch a movie?â He whips his head again, as the storm outside rages, and the lightning illuminates the room, and suddenly his eyes are dead on you, wide in shock. Your eyes go wide right back. âFuck⊠can youâŠâ
âSee you. Yep.â You fade away, frightened then, and he reaches for you in a few long steps, gripping your arms. You feel his touch, just like you had when you were alive, hot on your skin. âIâm touching you!?â
âI donât know how you can even see me.â You whisper, and he just keeps holding you, this six foot something gorgeous man, and you donât know how you look to him. âAm I ghost like?â
âNo, you look like an⊠alive person. Is this offensive to you?â
You laugh softly. âNo, Iâm not offended. I know Iâm dead. Just didnât know how I look to you, to me I look the same.â
âYou look beautiful.â You freeze, as does he, a blush on his high cheekbones, his lips pursed a bit. âI see you in my dreams. You give me those?â
âNo, I wouldnât know how! Um, you do?â He nods then, and you tentatively cup his face, feeling the stubble on his jaw. âFuck if I was alive Iâd have been simping so hard for you.â
âSimping? You talk odd.â
âYou talk like an old man.â
âNot a ghost at least.â Your eyes widen, and he goes to apologize, but you just laugh then, breathless. âIâm sorry.â
âI canât believe this. Hello, Nanami Kento.â
âWhat happened to you?â He murmurs and you sigh, looking down, enjoying his touch far too much.
âI was hit by a car.â
His beautiful hazel eyes fill with concern, why can you even feel his warm breath, his body heat? How?
âI'm so sorry. Why are youâŠâ
âA ghost?â He nods. âI don't know. I was a good person, just worked a lot like you. I didn't have anyone too close. I don't think I have unfinished business.â
âThat's horrible. Are you stuck here?â You nod. âHow often do you watch me. Hmm?â
You giggle at his question. âNot when you're naked. That's not very consensual is it.â
âUh huh.â
âYour body is beautiful though from what I have seen.â Nanami blushes again, and it makes his cheekbones stand out even more. âHey don't worry I'm not trying to date, I'm dead.â
He grimaces, he still hasn't let go of you. âYour humor is morbid.â
âMorbid? I'm dead. Duh.â
âDear lord. Listen how can I help you move on?â
âTired of me knocking your cups over?â You smirk and he glares down at you. Fuck he's hot.
âI'm very tired of it, yes. But also I'd like to help. What's something you wish you did before you died?â Nanami asks softly and you hum, touching his chest then, feeling the heart pumping blood in his veins, his hard muscles under your palm.
âWish I worked less and relaxed more. Wish I had a life. Wish I had loved. Fuck my life was depressingâŠâ you frown as you speak, and Nanami studies you seriously. His hands are sliding down your little shoulders, down your slender arms, making you tremble.
âI know how that feels. I could say the same. Well what do you-â
âCan I try something?â You whisper, cutting him off. He nods. You tiptoe, because no you can't float, that's so bullshit by the way, and you press your lips to his, feeling them hot on yours. You moan softly as little sparks float, making you feel alive. He is tense, unmoving. âThere, a perfect kiss. Have I moved on?â
He shakes his head, and your breath catches when he yanks you to him by the waist, pressing you up against his hard body. âYou're still here,â his voice is husky now. âI've had some interesting dreams.â
âOh? Tell me.â
âWhere you're on top of me in my sleep⊠where you're sucking my cock and I can't see you.â You blink rapidly, as his words fill you, and he's caressing your lower lip as he talks.
âOh yeah?â Your hands trail down his perfect abdomen then, feeling it tremble. âGhost head, huh?â
âIn another dream I get you to manifest long enough to return the favor. And you dissappear once you cum all over my face.â
Now you are soaked.
Wait can you still fuck!?
âHow rude of me not to ghost cuddle you afterwards.â You grin then and he moans softly, as you feel how hard he is against your tummy.
âHow long until you disappear again?â
âI don't know, this is all so weird. Fuck I'll try though.â He snatches you up then, and your legs wrap around his narrow hips, then you're slammed into the wall, and somehow you don't just go through it, your physical form is there, as he holds you up. He kisses down your throat and you cry out, hands in his silky blond hair.
âNanami!â You whine out, and he kisses down your chest, as you eagerly grind against him.
âEven better than the dreamâŠâ His words make you ache, yearn for more, to be real to not be dead. Fuck the life you could have had.
âNanami I can't. I can't do this. It'll hurt too much having a taste.â He looks at you then, lips parted, big hands sliding your top right off your head. Huh, that comes off?
âWhy shouldn't you. It's not fair what happened. How long have you been alone?â
You're crying, and yeah ghosts can cry, those tears are falling and disappearing as they do. âBut what if I move on and can't see you again?â
Your eyes lock, as you realize what you're saying. âIf it's your time, darling, it's your time. But for now, I'd love to fuck the reason I'm constantly hard. If I fuck you well enough, would you please stop shuffling my papers?â He pouts then, and you giggle, fuck youâre a ghost but youâre giggling, in his arms.
âI promise.â You brush his hair back, as you had so many nights, having watched him sleep, having watched him just existing so beautifully, and now? He could finally see you.
Your lips meet in another kiss, and then heâs sliding a hand to cup your breasts, nipple rising against his hard palm, fuck heâs just so warm, and alive⊠you errantly wonder if you feel weird to touch. What does a ghost feel like? But when he sinks two fingers up under your skirt (Yep you died in a skirt) and groans-
âFuck youâre so hot.â You figure you feel pretty good. And fuck if he doesnât make you wetter than youâd ever been alive, he makes you feel alive almost. But youâre still not tethered to the Earth, youâre only tethered to Nanami.
âPleaseâŠâ You whisper, and he eagerly lays you on his bed. âOh shit, I was scared Iâd fall through!â
He chuckles. âYouâre kinda bad at being a ghost you know.â
âWhat!?â
âYeah, you arenât very sneaky.â He slides your skirt off, kissing up your thighs, and you feel his hot breath where youâre soaked, making your hips rock up. âI saw you a lot of times but I wondered if I was hallucinating. I work too much.â
âYou really do. Nanami promise me⊠youâll⊠oh fuck!â He licks you then, right up your slit, groaning against your pussy.
âPromise what, Darling?â He murmurs, and you struggle to remember.
âOh⊠promise you wonât- ah - work so much. It didnât do me any good, Nanami⊠now Iâm dead and-â
âYou feel alive to me. You feel perfect.â Youâre crying, your little glittery ghost tears, as his eyes, seductive and lidded stare up at you, and he grips your thighs. He laps you up and you fall apart, like nothing youâve felt before, yanking on his usually perfect hair.
âFuck, worth dying for a taste of this.â You whisper out, and then heâs got two fingers in you again, working spots you have no clue are there, his mouth sucking in your clit, and you shatter, cumming all over his handsome face.
âGood girl.â He murmurs, and you cum again as he scissors his fingers into you. âShould I say Good Ghost?â
âBoth work, shit, shit youâre so good. I wish Iâd had you around.â
âI wish I could have met you.â He murmurs, leaning above you then, and your thighs wrap around his hips, as your little hands run up and down his body. Somehow this feels perfect, this feels right. âThis is insane, isnât it? Are you just a dream?â
âNo, Nanami⊠youâre the dream. Maybe thereâs something good for me⊠mnh! Oh fuck.â Heâs rubbing his tip along your folds, and you soak him. Heâs so huge, and thick, bigger than you had alive, but thereâs no pain, just ridiculous pleasure when he slides inside your entrance, his brows together, lips parted.
âOh fuck⊠Darling.â You cry out then, gripping him so tight, so afraid how quickly this would end, as heâs kissing you, as heâs entering you, stroking faster and faster, the bed creaking and the headboard smacking the wall. âYou feel so perfect. Youâre just so, so beautiful.â
âOh my god!â Was there a god for you? Maybe Nanami was it. As he works over you, as he tears you apart, until youâre spasming around him, sobbing against his neck, as he keeps making you cum, fucking you from one orgasm to the other. âNanami⊠mnh.. Nanami!â
âDonât even⊠what was⊠your name?â He whispers, grunting as he fucks into you, and you struggle to remember, what was it? Oh. You tell him, and then he whispers it in your ear, as his cock is steadily slamming into you, against your cervix, so deep you felt you two were one.
âKento⊠call me⊠KentoâŠâ He huffs, slowing now, your thighs are pressed up, and if you werenât a ghost? Youâd let this man get you pregnant.
Thatâs how good it is.
âKento! Oh Kento⊠itâs so good I- ah!â Heâs pressing your thighs against your breasts now, groaning as he fucks you so hard, until he slows, and his eyes catch yours in the night.
âDarling, can I-â
âCanât get a ghost pregnant- ah- do it!â Heâs moaning now, and he fills you with a few more pumps, before hot liquid shoots inside of you, and you cum right with it, clinging to him like heâs your life line, rubbing your hips up for more. He kisses you, so sweetly, over and over, and you fall into it, into his arms.
âI donât want this to just be once. Donât go.â He murmurs then, and youâre crying now, as he leans down, easing out and making a mess of your cum and his, and you feel yourself fading. âDarling, please.â
âI donât wanna go either. I donât.â Heâs holding onto you, and you feel it, some odd pull, like youâre being split in a million directions. âI wish I could have known you, Nanami Kento. Please, donât make my mistake. Just live, okay?â
You see his own eyes glittering with tears. âI feel like I should have known you⊠you look so familiarâŠâ
âMaybe weâll meet in another life?â He just sighs, holding you close, and you hum, eyes fluttering shut. Ghosts donât sleep, right? Why were you⊠sleepy?
Heâs caressing your cheek, and you hum happily. âThere were more dreams. Maybe⊠stick around? We can try them all?â
You smirk a bit, looking up at this beautiful man, one you wish you could have known in your short life. You brush his tear aside, smiling. âYou deserve more than a ghost, stuck in the apartment.â
Then you fade.
It was a beautiful time withâŠ
******
You wake back up, in your body and youâre⊠alive!? You rush to the mirror, realizing youâre in your apartment. You check the phone, and itâs the next day, the day after you died. No fucking wayâŠ
You rush out, and bump right into him.
Nanami Kento!?
You look up at him, wide eyed, and heâs staring at you curiously, a little smile on his face, he looks not as tired as the Nanami you knew, is he the same, you wonder? You realize heâs stepping out of the apartment next to you, and your mind goes insane, have you been in a coma, was it a horrible dream?
âHey there, Iâm Nanami Kento, just moved in.â He holds out his hand, and you take it, trembling, and he frowns a bit. âSorry, are you all right?â
âUh⊠no. No Iâm not. Do I look familiar to you?â You ask then, softly, and he nods just a bit, a blush decorating his cheeks. Yours joins as you remember vividly, his tongue on you, his cock inside you.
âVery familiar. Do you work at the same building as me maybe?â You shake your head, sighing, and you realize he has his briefcase. âYou are familiar but I just canât really place it.â
âHuh⊠sorry Iâm being weird huh? Should I let you go?â Then you wonder, can you leave this apartment? âActually. I gotta go somewhere to.â
âWell, come on then.â He tilts his head, pushing up his green framed glasses, and you touch your chest, feeling your heart beat steadily. Was this heaven, was this another dimension?
Then as you all are outside, a car zooms toward you, careening off the busy streets, and you remember, this is when you die.
âFuck!â Nanami has thrown both of you out of the way, onto the sidewalk, and heâs on top of you, breathing heavily. His eyes go wide then, as do yours. âOh my god⊠you were dead in my dream.â
âI dreamt of you⊠that I was dead⊠IâŠâ Youâre trembling, and he eases off you, helping you stand on shaky legs. âWas it some prophetic dream? Was I supposed to meet you? This is fucking weird. Iâm not dead!?â
He chuckles then. âYouâre so not dead. I remember it all. Itâs like a fuzzy dream though isnât it?â
âOh my god. You saved me!â Youâre sobbing, and he holds you close, and you feel it all crashing, everything together. You canât explain shit, except you are supposed to be in this manâs arms. Your neighbor.
âShould we get you checked out? I knocked you on that concrete hard.â He brushes back your hair, inspecting it then. And you just giggle.
âDo you remember fucking me too?â Heâs bright red, his nostrils flaring just so, and then heâs dragging you back into the building. âHey!â
âFuck work.â He slams you against the wall of the elevator, pressing one too many buttons, as he cups your face, sighing. âYou told me not to work to death, I remember it all.â
âThis is fucking crazy.â He nods, but heâs kissing you, and oh god it feels even better, as your own heart thuds against his.
âI wonât let you fade away again.â You hear the emotion in his voice, and your arms wrap around his neck. âYou were a really annoying ghost.â
âI was good in bed though.â He moans, your tongues are entwining, teeth clinking as you messily kiss, and then youâre in your apartment, ripping each other's clothes off, in a maddening state.
Both of your phone alarms go off, and you laugh softly.
âI was gonna wait a year to relocate.â He murmurs, and your eyes fly open, as you realize what changed. âSomething made me leave.â
âIâm so happy. Fuck⊠do you think ghost pussy is better by the way? I need your expert opinion.â Heâs chuckling now, yanking at his cheetah tie, and you stop him, shaking your head. âOh no, leave that on.â
So you died⊠but then you didnât? And Nanami Kento saved you, and he already knows you, he knows where to touch and where to kiss. You all both donât go to work that day, no, you are going to get some R n R. <3 Somehow, and some way you were supposed to always end up in his arms, it feels like heaven.
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àłââ· airport crush pt 2 | CHOI YEONJUN NSFW
pairing: brother's best friend!yeonjun x fem!reader
genre: smut, fluff, kinda angsty
wc: 3.4k
warning: angstier than I thought oops, smut with plot, arguing, yeonjun pining for reader, jealousy, possessive yj at some point, but also lowkey sub!yeonjun ngl, reader confesses about the past but yj does for the present, heavy petting, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, just the tip tease, piv but yj doesn't cumâ mile high club ;) , toilet sex again, pet names (baby, good girl, good boy), praises (both), yj calls reader mommy ONCE, light marking, let me know if I've missed anything!
summary: after spending some time with your airport crush, yeonjun's pissed you were spending your time 'efficiently' with someone who isn't him. but you agreed to do anything so he wouldn't snitch to your brother about the marks on your neck.
a/n: the long-awaited next part is here, there is one more main part after this. I hope you enjoy this part just as much as yeonjun did hehe what better way to save this than for @majestyjun's 24 days with yeonjun for our jjunie's birthday! â„
airport crush part 1 (beomgyu)
boarding the plane was no problem, beomgyu had made you laugh in the queueâmaybe even flirtedâdespite the slight delay, but it didn't go unnoticed by the people around you. you heard yeonjun subtly bickering with your brother, but soobin wasn't having any of itâhe was too jet-lagged to even give two shits at this point. you knew this was going to be a long flight ahead of you and yet all you could think about was beomgyu and his fingers, and how bad you want him toâ
you heard a ping and looked down at your phone to see beomgyu had airdropped you a note as your way of messaging each other before the plane had set off. he sent you a few memes and your scoffs would turn into chuckles until you both decided to rest and talk when you reach the airport.
it was a given that yeonjun isn't keen on whatever is going on between you and your newfound fuck buddy. yeonjun may be two years older than you, but there's something about him that you weren't aware of.
"yn? are you even listening to me?" yeonjun fakes a heartache with his palm flat on his chest while you give him a deadpan glare. "and what's happened to your 'stranger danger' policy?"
"yeonjun, I can't lie, I've developed this talent to block you out. now you're like white noise to me." you force a smile until it immediately dropped. "also, YJ, I'm not a kid anymore. I'm literally in my early twenties, chill out."
he scoffs, an annoyed smile crawling on his lips. "and I'm literally just looking out for you, how do you not see that?"
"I don't need you to look after me, m'kay? I have soobin for that. even still, just let me make my own choices." turning your body slightly, facing the window.
you couldn't care less with what he had to say. you were just pissed that it was him, and not beomgyu, sitting next to you. beomgyu was sitting a few rows down from you on the opposite site of the plane, you could just about spot the plum tinge of his hair. soobin, on the other hand, was sitting between random people in the middle section of the plane, a couple of rows in front of you and yeonjun. you weren't in their line of sight, and vice versa.
that's going to be a problem.
"you know what annoys me actually? the fact that you're so smug about this whole thing. you meet a stranger and now you feel like you've met the love of your life." you roll your eyes and take a deep breath before exhaling your frustration.
"oh boo you, is it because I managed to find someone to hook up and have fun with before this holiday even started?" you retort, refusing to look at him, bearing in mind that there are a few people sleeping around you.
"oh for fucks sake, yn, grow up." you hear him exhale.
you scoff. "me? no, yeonjun. you, grow the fuck up. I'm sick and tired of whatever problem it is you have with me."
raking his hands through his hair, he looks up before placing a hand on your knee, âlisten here, little miss princess, stop being a fucking brat, youâre so annoying like that.â but what you donât know is that it's slightly turning him on, knowing how hot-headed you can be, he secretly loves how argumentative you two are and he sort of thrives off of that. he had no intention for it to take a turn like this though.
you stare at him, eyes steady, narrowing and not wavering even a little bit. âand youâre starting to piss me off, choi.â you unbuckle the seatbelt over your hips, your hand pushing off his from your thigh before passing his legs to scoot yourself to the aisle, catching soobin's sleeping form and making your way to the toilet at the end of the plane.
from beomgyuâs peripheral vision, he turns his body to look back, watching you make your way to the toilet and noting the dull look on your face. his eyes trailed behind you to find yeonjun who looked like he was chasing after you. he sits back comfortably, sighing and rolling his eyes from the thought of what yeonjun must have done to piss you off this time.
yeonjun knocks on the door and calls your name softly a couple of times, âlet me in. come on, talk to me.â
you sigh, not wanting people to continue watching him knocking on the door, and for all they know you two look like youâre in some sort of lovers quarrel. he quickly enters as soon as you open the door, and you scoot aside as an attempt to make space for his six foot figure.
âand you couldnât just leave me alone? how embarrassing.â you huff, crossing your arms against your chest, but due to the close proximity, you can feel his breath fanning by your neck.
âyou want to talk about embarrassing? how about hooking up with a stranger at the airport? hmm?â he retorts, slightly raising his voice at you.
you cover his mouth to remind him to keep his voice down.
âwhat the fuck is this obsession about me hooking up with beomgyu. just say youâre jealous and go, oh my god, yeonjun." you aggressively whisper.
your chest heaves from the anger gradually coming out, and if you weren't in a plane right this moment then yeonjun would definitely get a taste of your wrath. it was silent for a moment with the both of you holding this intense eye contact with a hint of something unspoken. yeonjun breaks away first, turning around as much as he can with his hand back to running through his teal strands.
"I am." is all he mutters.
"you are what?" you exasperatedly rub at your temples with your eyes shut in the hopes that he'd just be straight with you.
"I am jealous." he starts. "god, all this time I tried to avoid the littlest thoughts about you, and now that you've grown up to be such a confident, intelligent and beautiful woman it's kind of hard not to be around you."
your head shoots up, almost breaking your neck at his confession. a million things were going on in your head but not a single thought was stable enough to comprehend that your crush throughout your childhood and teenage years had liked you all this time.
it took you so long to get over him, and after being completely over him for two long years, he's thrown away all your efforts.
"I... hate you." your voice breaks, tears threatening to run down your cheek, tired of his stupid games.
the warmth of his body starts radiating even more, feeling him lean closer than you already were. your eye contact lasts for less than a second until he crashes his lips on yours with his hands desperately fumbling with your arms and throwing it over his shoulders before finding purchase on your waist.
the kiss was messy. nothing but teeth clashing and heavy breaths until yeonjun swiftly swaps places with you and hits your back against the door, hard enough for it to just rattle gently.
"you don't hate me." yeonjun whispers before diving in to capture your lips again.
the pace of the kiss was starting to pick up; his hands gradually lifting your shirt until his hands were massaging and roaming over the mounds of your breasts through your bra, whining from the contact, and your fingers tangling themselves in his dishevelled hair.
you let out soft whimpers as soon as his plush lips peppers along the column of your neck, a heated trail over the hickeys that beomgyu had left before.
"I hate you so much," you whine.
"you look so hot marked up, too bad this area's been marked by someone else." he growls in your ear, while his hands busy themselves by tugging down your sweatpants.
the material of your sweatpants fell just above your knees and that was enough for yeonjun to slide his fingers into your panties, roughly circling your clit with his middle finger, making your core twitch with every circle he drew.
"oh fuck, jjunâ" a moan got stuck in your throat while yeonjun went back to attacking your lips with soft nibbles on your bottom lip.
his lips descended down your body, from your neck, littering kisses over your breasts, down your navel and straight to your plush thighs. his finger stopped working on you and instead, grabbing ahold of one of your thighs to prop over his shoulder so he could kiss and suck on your inner thighs.
"you should be marked more often, only where I can see them." after leaving a mark on your skin, he sensually flicks his tongue on the surface, giving you a preview on what his tongue could be used for.
"shut up and eat me out already." you lace your fingers in his hair, tugging on them to inflict minor pain.
yeonjun's dick throbbed from the way you explicitly said that aloud, never thinking he'd hear you say that.
his hands steadied your hips, holding on tightly and kitten licking at your clit. the wet muscle twirling around your bundle of nerves had you holding in your moans, letting out airy grunts as an attempt.
"so sweet." yeonjun draws back before diving his face straight into your core, sticking his tongue out and lapping up at your entrance. you could feel the vibrations from his moans as soon as he sticks his tongue into your slick cunny. it was difficult to not get so wet when yeonjun's lips felt like heaven on yours, and you felt like your soul was ascending when they were all over your body.
"YJâ fuck, did you know Iâ mmh, liked you back then?" you struggle getting your sentence out when yeonjun's basically tongue fucking your pussy.
he ignores your question and groans against your core, his tongue reaching as far as it can inside you, but every time his nose bumped your clit you'd curl in a little. annoyed, you tug his hair back so he's looking up at you, the dim light in the toilet reflecting the sheen layer of spit and your arousal on his lips and dripping down his chin.
"I asked you a question."
he grabs your wrist, shaking off your hold on his roots and brought the back of your fingers to his lips. "I knew." and then he inserted your index and middle fingers past his lips, feeling his tongue dancing between and around your digits.
you could moan at the sight, knowing that he probably knows those are the two fingers you used to fuck yourself to the thought of him.
"then why didn't you say anything? do you know how hard I wanted you to notice me?" you almost whine.
"oh trust me, I always noticed you." he guides your fingers at your dripping entrance. "I didn't want to make a move because you're my best friend's little sister. Soobin would fucking kill me if I thought about you like that, hell, he'd kill me if he finds out I'm eating you out several rows away from him."
you wince at his choice of words, but more so when he flat tongues your clit while controlling your fingers pumping in and out of you. but it wasn't enough.
"jjun, I need more." you quietly cry behind the palm of your hand, trying to keep your cries at bay.
he sucks at your bead until a quick yelp slipped past your lips, grabbing him by the collar of his quarter-zip and pulling him up to kiss you. the taste of your arousal lingered on your tongue as he plays around with yours.
this was something you had wet dreams about. something that you desperately wanted every time you saw him come over. the things you would think about when he'd bring his then-girlfriends around when he was hanging out with soobin.
"please, I want to feel a little more." you hate to beg, but you were thinking, you're already in this situation, why not go the extra mile?
"of course, baby. anything for you." he switches up so easily now that he's confessed to you, wondering that all this time he could have been bearable if he had just told you, even if you were to keep it between yourselves, he would have been so much easier to deal with.
yeonjun spreads his wet kisses along your jaw and behind your ear, imitating your quiet moans as you continue to unzip his loose jeans, pulling them down just below his balls.
as he strokes his length, you lean your head against his shoulder, looking down and observing how pretty his dick is; the pink tip that's a similar tone to his lips with a clear bead of pre-cum dribbling out slowly. not to mention his girth was perfect to the point you could feel yourself aching to have him inside you.
"should I just put the tip in?" yeonjun mumbles by your temples.
he aligns the head of his cock at your entrance, feeling the faint stretch as it dips inside. you sigh, wanting more but he purposely slides it against your folds an swiping over your clit. the motion had you exhaling your breath that you had been subconsciously holding in ever since he was stroking himself.
"yeonjun, please. I want you inside of me." you beg so prettily that yeonjun could feel his dick twitch in his hand, his eyes tightly shut briefly.
"want you to feel good." his sentences have now reduced to wanting to please you, he didn't care about himself, though you're about to wet his dick, he was still doing whatever you wanted.
you hold onto his shoulders, one leg wrapped around his hip as he pushes in, feeling the delicious stretch against your walls. "gonna. fuck. you. so. good." he grunts in between shallow thrusts.
his hands are glued to your hips and under your thigh, holding you in place for him to fuck in this small compartment. but that doesn't stop him from eagerly reaching as deep as he can inside you. his thrusts get deeper after every other kiss you leave on his neck and collar bone, loving the way your lips makes his skin tingle.
the speed of yeonjun's thrusts get faster, and the hold your pussy has on his cock gets tighter. he has his eyes trained on your face, watching your brows knit and your mouth parting.
"mmhh yeah, that's it baby, right there." you moan by his ear and his pace picks up gradually. he loves the way you want more of his dick, not beomgyu's, but his.
the corners of his lips quirked up at the thought of you forgetting about beomgyu and wanting him at that moment. yeonjun wanted to take this chance to show you he could fuck you better than whatever beomgyu did.
"like that?" he whispers, pulling up your shirt and bra so your boobs were on full display.
he gawked at the sight of your bare chest in front of him, his hips not faltering a single bit; still aiming to make you cum on his dick. it took him no second thoughts to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples, sucking and releasing with 'pop' sounds and repeating as he hears more of your mixture of moans and whimpers.
you loved the sensation of yeonjun's tongue and pillowy lips on your boobs, but his dick was starting to drill into you, feeling your mind going hazy with every stroke against your gummy walls.
"I'm close." you whimper above him, his lips still suckling at your aroused nipple and the other massaging it in the palm of his hand.
"wan' you to cum around me mommy." his words were muffled from his occupied mouth, but the slight rasp in the way he said it was ticking your orgasm closer by the millisecond.
yeonjun lets go of your boob and starts playing with your clit again, his thrusts doesn't falter even when you clench around him like a vice, your walls convulsing around him. your moans were becoming dangerously loud, and if it wasn't for yeonjun swallowing your moans by helplessly kissing you, then you were sure you would have a flight attendant knocking at the door.
your thighs start shaking under his hold as you leak down your legs but yeonjun pulls out, his cock still standing strong as reaches for the tissues to clean up your mess.
"feel better?" he wipes down the remaining droplets by your knees, before throwing the tissue away and tucking his hard dick into his baggy jeans.
you cock your head to the side, "you didn't cum?"
"it's okay, just wanted to make you feel good, remember? you were about to transform into a dragon out there with all your huffing and puffing. and even though I got my dick wet, at least it was by you." you slap his shoulder light-heartedly, scoffing at his comment before you both bursted into a shared laugh.
"you were irritating me that's why." you reply. "and you really are just that obsessed with me huh? that why your temper went down too?"
you watch him check up on himself through the mirror, relaying a slow nod to you. noting the faint couple of hickeys you left just under his collar, it's as if he knew what you were thinking and he zipped up his quarter-zip a little higher than before. he seemed more peaceful now, and you found it cute that the tip of his ears were blushing pink.
"I am obsessed with you. literally can't stop thinking about you." his hand reaches for your waist and brings you closer until your chests collide.
"okay, lover boy. take it easy on the simp talk." he scoffs, but the smile he has on his face seems like he's satisfied even when you haven't said how you currently feel towards him.
"can I have another kiss? literally miss your lips already." he kisses your shoulder slowly, maybe leaving two or three. something about that gesture made your heart drop.
you were selfish. you just met beomgyu who you have a good feeling about. but that isn't enough for you apparently. you have yeonjun wrapped around your finger and the fact that he's obsessed with you just as much as you were for him just feeds that emptiness you'd been feeling for so long.
"yn? you know you can say no." you snapped out of your thoughts and didn't realise there was a gap, as much as there can be, between you and yeonjun.
"kiss me." your hands are splayed flat on his chest, caressing the area with your thumb as he cups your cheek with one hand and pulls you in by the hip with the other.
your lips have only kissed three people in your lifetime. your first kiss in freshman year college, beomgyu and now yeonjun. but you seem just as in need of his lips as he is with yours. they were perfect and pouty. soft but also dangerously addictive. and the way he lets you lightly trap his bottom lip between your teeth just makes you want him even more.
you both pull away, a short string of saliva fallen from your lips which has yeonjun's eyes filled with lust for you.
"I- I think we should head out. we're lucky it isn't a full plane." you stutter from the gaze he had on you just a second before.
"it's fine. we'll never see these people again." yeonjun chuckles at you for your attempt at discretion. "and I don't think they cared enough to stop us."
you shrugg at his response, adjusting your shirt even though it still wasn't going to miraculously cover the hickeys beomgyu left.
as soon as you open the door, you step out first and yeonjun stepping out after with him faking a cover up conversation for the people you would walk past to hear, "are you feeling better now?"
you find your row and take your seat, nudging him, "oh shut up." and he laughs at your response.
you genuinely did feel better after the released tension, but now you just don't know how you're going about this sticky situation you were in. you see beomgyu slowly turn his head and you keep an eye on his purple hair until he looks at you, shooting you a smile.
and you still felt your heart skip a beat for him.
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MĂ©nage Ă trois | Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher
Summary: A typical movie night at Stu's turns into a ménage à trois
Word count: 2.9k
Warnings: smut, threesome, oral (m receiving), non protected p + v (this is the 90s), anal, any incoherence are part of the world of Scream...just enjoy the smut that took way too long to write
Request: Threesome with billy and Stu plsss There's barely any fics for them
Iâve been wanting to write something like this for a while, but I couldnât find characters that fit (i tried so many!). This is my first Billy fic and itâs sort of exciting since Iâve been crushing hard on him (well, Skeet Ulrich) since forever. Although I like his character, I am not into Stu, so that was challenging for me to include him in the scene. I hope it's good enough!
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The best thing about Stuâs house was that his parents were often out of town because of their job, making it the perfect spot for hosting huge parties without having to worry about parents coming home and ending the fun. It was also perfect for private parties.
Stu brought out a stack of VHS from the blockbuster while you made popcorn in the kitchen, getting ready for the horror movie marathon. Billy was out getting beer and other snacks, needing your sweets with the popcorn.
The kernels were almost finished popping and you felt someone press against your back, pulling you flush against them. The familiar cologne filled your nose and you leaned into Billyâs presence. He pressed his lips on your neck, distracting you from your popcorn duty.
ââStop, Iâm gonna burn the popcorn,ââ you told him, trying to push him off you but Billy was not letting you go. ââDid you get the blueâââ
âââ lollipop with the sour dip powder? Yes,ââ he confirmed. ââI also got a candy necklace and a roll of sweetarts.ââ Billy pulled them out of his jacketâs pocket and your mouth twisted into a smile.
After the popcorn was ready, you brought it to the living room and joined Billy and Stu who were already drinking beer and talking nonsense.
At least they had not started the movie without you.
ââWhat are we watching first?ââ you asked, taking a seat on the couch.
Stu offered you a beer in exchange for a handful of popcorn. ââThe Exorcist.ââ
Although considered the scariest movie ever made, you wouldnât say itâs scary. It was definitely iconic for the horror genre. Some scenes were a bit shocking and disturbing, but it didnât keep you up at night.
ââIâm gonna stuff you like that later,ââ Billy whispered beside you as the âbest partsâ, according to him, were not edited out.
The scene was in no way turning you on â that would be disgusting â, but his promise and the sultry rasp in his voice so close to your ear made your core tighten. You bit back a sound as he squeezed your thigh, a wave of arousal running through your body.
ââWhat are you kids whispering about?ââ Stu asked, sticking his head in your and Billyâs personal space.
Billy shot a glare at his friend.
ââOh!ââ Stu smirked, figuring his line of thoughts. ââIf you want to fuck, feel free to use my bed. Last door on the left.ââ
The offer was tempting, but Billy declined the offer quickly.
ââSo your perverted ass can listen and jerk off while we fuck?ââ He shook his head, knowing his best friend a little too well. ââNot happening.ââ
Stu gasped dramatically. ââI would never do that!ââ Billy gave him a âI know youâ look, and he sighed. ââOkay, maybe I would, but thatâs your fault for not letting me join.ââ
A wicked idea crossed your mind. ââAnd what if we did? Let you join, that is.ââ
The taller oneâs brain short-circuited. ââW-what? You want me to join?ââ
You shrugged, not seeing an issue. Him and Billy have been close friends for years and youâve always secretly wanted to do it with another partner. This was your chance.
ââIf youâre in.ââ You looked at Stu, then Billy, needing both their approval. Although you were the one getting to experience them both, you didnât want to force anyone into doing something they didnât want.
ââIf Iâm in?ââ Stu repeated. A grin spread on his face, excitement shining in his eyes. ââBabydoll, Iâve been dying to tap it.ââ He ghosted a hand on your other thigh, getting very close to your crotch.
It was no secret that Stu had his eyes on you â even while he was dating Tatum. You had caught him shamelessly staring at your breasts a handful of times. But you were his best friendâs girl, so he would never make a move on youâŠunless he was given the permission to.
ââDonât get too excited, sheâs still mine,ââ Billy was quick to remind Stu, pushing him back on his side of the couch.
After making eye contact with Billy and silently agreeing to the plan, you detached yourself from your boyfriend and joined Stu, taking him by surprise when you crashed your mouth on his. The kiss didnât match the perfect mix of tenderness and intensity of Billyâs kisses, but it wasn't less enjoyable. He expertly hooks his hands under your knees and drags you on to his lap, swallowing the gasp you let out into his mouth, lips never leaving each other. You subconsciously pressed yourself further into Stu as his hands ventured up the sides of your thighs, guiding you on his lap.
You didnât mean to drag the kiss for too long, not wanting to give Stu all your attention, but you started feeling his cock stiffen beneath his jeans and took it as your cue to pull back.
He groaned in protest. ââIt was starting to get goodâŠââ
ââWe have all night, thereâs no rush,ââ you told him, crawling back to Billy and kissing him in turn.
Unlike with Stu, everything was easy with Billy. You knew what he liked and how to get him going, and vice versa. You slipped your hands under his shirt, your palms covering the soft planes of his stomach and chest while his tongue caressed yours, causing you to let little moans and sighs slip into his lips.
Stu watched excitedly, feeling his cock twitch underneath his jeans. He never thought he would be so turned on by watching his friends make out.
You tugged at Billyâs shirt, trying to pull it off. He broke the kiss and you helped him discard it, crashing your lips back on his right after.
For a moment, you almost forgot that someone else was there, watching and waiting. You blindly reached behind you to wave Stu over. He scooted toward you and nipped at exactly the right spot on your neck while you started to rock your hips against Billy, feeling his cock press at your core even under his jeans and underwear. His hands moved to your hips, following your moves and eliciting a beautiful groan from him.
The temperature was quickly rising in the living room, so you undid the buttons and peeled it off, revealing your delicate bra. A mewl escaped Stuâs lips at the sight, dying to unclasp your bra and see those tits he's been dreaming about. He reached for it, but before he could, Billy smirked and undid the clasp with one hand, letting your bra slide off your shoulders and breasts.
ââHow does it feel to live your dream?ââ you teased your friend, turning to give him a better view.
His eyes zeroed-in right on your full breasts, glistening like a kid getting the toy he wanted on Christmas morning. Without saying anything, Stu cupped them, slender fingers kneading into your tits and thumbs rubbing your nipples into hard peaks. You threw your head back as the contact sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.
While you and Stu were having a moment, Billy loomed behind you and started working on the button of your pants as he attached his lips to your neck, suckling on one spot and leaving a hickey behind. Your head rolled back on his shoulder, your soft moans evolving into a choked cry when Billyâs finger found your clit. He grinned against your neck, his erection digging into your ass.
Screams came from the TV, but you paid it no attention â no one was listening anymore â, pressing into Billy as he continued rubbing his finger over your clit and causing more slick to pool in your panties. Theyâre gonna be fucking soaked by the time you take them off.
ââGive Stu some pleasure, baby. He looks left out,ââ Billy said into your ear.
You nodded and reached down for the growing bulge in Stu's pants, grasping at the firm mass beneath the fabric, forcing a whimper to escape Stu's lips as he finally felt some form of stimulation.
ââAh, fuck,ââ Stu breathed out.
Before taking things a step farther, the three of you moved to Stuâs bedroom. Stu led the way, eager to get the 'party' started and get his dick wet. You and Billy followed behind, a laugh bubbling out of your lips when he scooped you by your thighs and threw you on his shoulder.
When your ass touched the bed, you grabbed Stu by the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his hard, swollen cock. It was more lean and lighter in color, but with a nice mushroom tip. You stroked it up and down before playing with the tip, a glint of mischief in your eyes as you watched it glisten with a bead of pre-cum.
ââMmh, keep doing that, babydoll.ââ
Billy snuck behind his friend, a knowing smirk on his lips. ââWait until sheâs got her mouth around you.ââ
He glanced down at you and you got the hint, getting off the bed and on your knees as the tall boy quickly pushed his clothes down to his ankles, then shrugged off his sweater seeing as it was getting in the way. The sight alone made Stu slightly dizzy. It wasnât every day that your friend brags about how excellent his girlfriend is at giving blowjobs and lets you try.
You grabbed him and kitten-licked at the leaky slit of his cock, licking up all the pre-cum that dribbled out and sighing as the taste of him landed on your tastebuds. Stu hissed, getting pleasure from the small attention to his sensitive tip.
Now that Billy had bragged about your skills, you didn't want to make him come off as a liar. You needed to give Stu a blowjob worth remembering.
You moved to lick a broad stripe on the underside of his cock, lips wrapping around the tip before taking him inside your mouth. Your hands flew to Stuâs hips to steady yourself as you took him deeper into your mouth, your warm mouth enveloping him, causing Stu to groan and slid a hand through your hair, keeping a grip at the back of your scalp.
On the left, Billy palmed himself over his jeans, the sight of his girl on her knees making him even harder. He rid himself of his jeans and boxers, wrapping his hand around his cock to stroke himself â and relieve himself â while he watched Stuâs cock disappear past your lips slowly. You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, making Billy wish it was his in your pretty mouth.
ââWhat a little slut. Sucking your boyfriendâs friend's dick right in front of him,ââ Stu said, pushing you deeper on his cock and making your eyes water.
You took it all, letting him use you until his breathing fastened, getting close to cum. Your knees were starting to hurt on the wooden floor, but you didnât stop and sucked Stu so hard he knew it was only a matter of time before your lips were covered in his come.
Once he did, you swallowed and released Stuâs cock with an audible pop, moving back with a sly grin, a string of saliva connected from your lips to his cock.
ââHoly fucking shit!ââ he exclaimed as he released his grip from your hair and took a few moments to collect himself.
You glanced over at Billy, looking so pretty in his naked glory, and wiped your mouth.
ââThatâs my good girl,ââ he praised with pride in his eyes.
The corner of your mouth lifted up.
Billy pulled you up and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, catching the little bit of cum and you wrapped your mouth around it, sucking it clean. ââGet undressed, babe.ââ
You didnât have much clothes left on, just your pants, panties and socks.
Then, you got on the bed and pulled Billy with you. His mouth magnetically found yours and you spread your legs to give him room to get closer. He rubbed two fingers along your folds and his cock twitched as they got wet with your arousal.
ââMmh, that sweet little pussyâs so wet,ââ Billy said against your lips, sliding two fingers inside and making you instantly moan. His fingers knew exactly where to go and what to do.
Your hands came up his shoulders, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.
You felt the bed dip and Stu flopped on the bed, already getting hard again and wrapping his hand around his cock to stroke himself at the sight of you getting fingered. He couldnât wait to be inside your tight wet pussy.
ââHave you figured out whoâs going where?ââ Stu asked, keeping his pace slow and steady.
Billy nodded, answering in your place as you grinded down against his fingers. He curled them, eliciting a series of mewls from you. ââYou got any lube in here?ââ BIlly said over his shoulder.
Stu scrunched his face in mild disgust. ââEhâŠno. Why the fuck would I have lube?ââ
ââForâââ
You forced yourself to hold your next moan. ââItâs okay,ââ you cut in. ââYouâŠyouâre good to go. I prepped before coming here.ââ
Billy groaned, the thought of you prepping yourself making his dick twitch.
You had not planned for Stu to join, but you did plan ahead for a good night of sex with your boyfriend â including for anal. You didnât do it very often due to the preparation it needed, but you liked it from time to time.
ââI knew you wouldnât have any on hand and I was not gonna let you stick it raw and risk ripping tissue. My ass is gonna be sore enough in the morning, I donât want to sit on a bag of frozen peas like the first time,ââ you explained.
Stu looked between you and Billy. ââSheâs let you in her backdoor?ââ he asked his friend, jealousy in his eyes. ââTatum never lets me.ââ
Billy grinned at you. ââFuck, I love you.ââ He kissed you hard.
Stu situated himself on the bed, getting ready for you, and you climbed over his lap, facing him. You took hold of his dick and tapped the head of his cock over your clit to tease him, then down your folds, coating it with your slick.
Stu lowered his eyes to where your genitals were rubbing, cursing at the sight. ââMmh, rub your sweet pussy on me.ââ
You did it again and he smacked right over your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.
ââCut the teasing and get to it, will you?ââ Billy told the two of you.
He didnât want to rush you, but he was the only one who didnât get any preliminary care and he was starting to get impatient.
You nodded and lined Stu up at your entrance, secretly eager to know what it felt like inside you. You lowered yourself on his hard cock, swallowing him between your soaked folds.
Stu was unable to contain the groan crawling from the pit of his stomach as you finally bottomed out. ââGod, youâre so tight,ââ he whispered. He felt every detail of you, from the way you clenched to your lower lips and your puffy bud just peeking from under its hood. A mischievous grin curled on his lips and he reached to rubbed your clit, making you moan and causing your walls to clench around Stu absentmindedly. ââAhh, fuck.ââ
Billy chuckled, knowing exactly what happened.
He came and positioned himself behind you. ââYou good?ââ
You nodded, rolling your hips and slowly riding Stu's length.
With a hand on your shoulder, Billy gently leaned you forward, getting you in a better position. He spat on his fingers and stroked himself a little, pre-cum mixing in, and lined it up with your ass, carefully slipping in and easing himself inside. It stung at first, making you curse Billy's girth.
ââFuck, youâre tight,ââ Billy gritted out.
He didnât move, staying still as your body adjusted and then pushing more in. After a moment, the burning subsided, making its way into pleasure.
Billy gave the first thrust and sighed, feeling you tight around him. ââThis is even better than last time.ââ
Beneath you, Stu figured it was okay to do the same and thrust up, eliciting a soft moan from your mouth at the simultaneous sensations. You had never felt more full.
ââHow does that feel, babydoll?ââ Stu asked, watching your face twist with pleasure.
ââFeels so fucking good. So fucking full.ââ You rocked back against Billy, signaling for him to go again.
He did and soon enough, Stu was snapping his hips up and ramming into you at fast speed while Billy grabbed firmly at your hips and drilled into you, your loud moans echoing through the four walls of the bedroom. Your body was in overload, every sense heightened, every feeling magnified.
ââFuck, right there!ââ you cried, throwing your head back as Billy smacked your ass cheek.
ââYou take our cocks so well,ââ Billy praised, seeing both himself and Stu slip in and out of your holes, eliciting a series of mewls from you. ââLooking so fucking good stuffed like that.ââ
Unable to form words, you just moaned.
You would have wanted the intense pleasure to never stop, but all good things had an end. You gave the boys a warning that you were about to cum and, just as you were about to conclude, your walls clenched around Stu and he spilled inside you, joining you in your orgasm, cumming all over his cock as Billy continued his assault on your ass before following shortly.
You fell against Stuâs chest, completely and utterly exhausted. A wince of discomfort stretched across your lips when Billy pulled out. He smiled as he watched his cum slip out of you and dripped down to where Stu's softening cock was still inside you.
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FLAG GIRL w/ izuku n katsuki
(fem!bodied reader)
CW: catcalling, suggestive language, cursing, illegal street racing
SYNOPSIS: losing the race (and the bet) landed you the job of being izuku and katsukiâs flag girl, and theyâre racing for your attention
âawe câmon y/n! thought you said you were a good racerâ kirishimaâs voice moved over the sound of other screaming about his victory. you waved him off without another thought.
âhm, maybe tonightâs just not the night for meâ
âyou know what that meansâ he whistled two girls over. Their hips swayed walking over to you âmy girlsâll take good care of yaâ
he winked making them giggle like school children. they moved you past the crowd. before you had raced you and kirishima had made a bet.
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âitâs not fun if you donât bet something on your race!â he begged as the two of you made your way to the cars. rolling your eyes you leaned against the hood.
âfine, if I win, you have to smash in one of your windowsâ
he looked as if youâd asked him to kick a puppy.
âfine! and if I win, you have to..â his eyes scanned around before landing on someone walking up to the front âyou have to be a flag girlâ
âdealâ
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so here you were, attempting to slide into a dark red, leather skirt in the back of a pickup.
âjeez, youâd think theyâd have some more room for you guys, but I guess this isnât an official thingâ
âi got youâ one of the girls slid her hands down the back to tug them all the way âyou learn after a whileâ
thanking her, you noticed the other girl handing you a top. a matching red top with subtle patterns on the side. as quickly as you could, you wiggled into the top.
âyou look hot as hellâ one of the girls got you out spinning you around.
âdonât say that. I might quit racing and start doing thisâ the two of you laughed.
âjust remember love. itâs all about confidence. walk out there like youâve done it beforeâ she handed you a silk red cloth before leading you towards the crowd.
they had started to set up for the next race. from what you could see the next two were leaning against their cars sharing a cigarette.
whistles followed you walking out onto the street in your new clothing. kirishima could be seen putting his arms around both of the women. he pulled them both close, probably whispering about how they did a good job.
the headlights from the cars made your eyes squint. from what you could make out the men had stopped their conversation to stare at you.
their gaze made you nervous. more nervous than all the noise, which usually didnât sound this loud.
hand reaching to rub your arm your eyes found the girls in the crowd. they yelled out to you over the noise.
âtell them the rules! and have confidence! youâre sexy as fuck!â
a tiny smile made its way to your face. with newfound confidence you made your way over to the two men. the smell of nicotine burning your nose.
âgentlemen,â they both nodded towards you indicating they were listening âthe both of you look like youâve raced before. just not here Iâm assumingâ
âyouâre rightâ the man with the dark green hair spoke. he had freckles dotted across his face and neck. tattoos along his arm and one on his neck âdecided to switch it up a bit nâ Iâm seeing it was a good ideaâ
the blonde scoffed, smoke tumbling out his mouth.
âletâs just get on with it yeah?â his eyes raked over your body quickly, but just long enough for you to notice.
âdonât mind my friend here. he likes to act out when pretty people are aroundâ the freckled man gave you a smile âim izuku, and this is katsuki. weâre ready to race if youâre ready with the rules?â
âoh! yeah! um, so the basics obviously. no killing, and we go by the first or worst rule hereâ you ducked a little bit to look at both of their cars. they were sleek and fucking expensive âthe last thing is just have an escape plan. the cops are on our asses and we donât need any trouble around hereâ
katsuki dropped his cigarette to the ground. his foot stepped over it making sure to put it out completely.
âdonât worry princess. weâve got this under controlâ the two of them watched you walk away.
âi think we should make a friendly betâ
âwhat now?â
âwhoever wins this raceâ izuku lifted up his pointer finger decorated with a single silver ring, at you âgets to ask them outâ
katsukiâs eyes stayed glued to you as you turned around. the fabric of that dress really wasnât getting any looser.
âfine with me, but donât forgetâ he opened his car door with the cockiest smirk âyouâve always been a fuckinâ loserâ
âweâll see about that shitheadâ
#izuku x reader#mha#x reader#anime#fanfics#writing#deku x y/n#katsuki#bnha bakugou#bnha#bnha au#bnha x reader
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oscar and 31?
31) doing a pinky swear
random but i listened to this and this dj set while writing this
Itâs difficult to resist the lure of the music, the dance floor that churns and pulses at your back. The DJ cycles through euro-pop, 2000s anthems and countless club classics that make you itch to get up and dance, something tugging in your gut when you don't.
Max and Lando have already gone into the thick of it, leaving you and Oscar at the booth. And you've decided that you're not leaving Oscar. If he's not getting on the dance floor then you aren't either. Even if your leg is about to fall off from how much you've been tapping it to the beat and you keep tipping your head back to say oh, dude, I love this song.
He'd made some offhand comment the other day, when you and Lando first made these plans, something about how he was boring, of all things. How he wouldn't be any fun at a club. It's been eating at you since. The way he'd said it, not like it was something he came to on his own, but rather, like it was something someone had told him.
The absolute last thing Oscar Piastri is is boring.
You hate that he thinks he is, you hate that he thinks he needs to be a certain way to make you happy. To make anyone happy. And you certainly don't care if he doesn't want to dance at a clubâ no one's going to die if he doesn't, and you'll survive a few hours in the booth until Max tires of Lando and his boundless energy.
Across from you, Oscar's taking sips of his vodka pineapple. His pale cheeks have been steadily turning more red the more alcohol that he drinks, it's cute. You're turning your drink in circles, watching it leave condensation rings on the linoleum table. The DJ is playing a remix of Murder on the Dancefloor and you're about to tip your head back and groan oh my god I love this song,
but Oscar is laughing before the words can even leave your mouth.
"You love this song too?", he raises his very nice eyebrows at you, smiling that closed mouth polite cat smile everyone likes so much.
You sigh, laugh, then roll your eyes at yourself, "Yeah. Love it."
He smiles into his drink, it turns into something a little bittersweet after a moment of you watching him. You think of the sad way he'd twitched his nose the other day, while he was telling you he was boring. Without thinking, spurred on by the alcohol, you lean across the table and swat his hand with yours. But you don't move after, you just slip your fingers into the grooves of his knuckles.
"What are you thinking?"
He bites the inside of his bottom lip, shrugs, "Nothing important."
You're not convinced.
"Is this about you thinking you're boring, Oscar?" âhe raises an eyebrow at you, one that says maybe, one that says go onâ "Because you are not fucking boring, Piastri."
He laughs, but its critical, disbelieving. More of a scoff than a laugh, but he doesn't want you to catch on. He's trying to act like it's all fine. That's how he isâ it's fine it's fine he says and he doesn't let anyone see that things hurt him. He's so good, so nice, so unwilling to make anyone else feel bad.
Positive, optimistic to a fault.
"You're not," you insist, pressing your fingertips into his knuckles.
He shrugs again, "I'm keeping you here. I know you want to go dance. You should go.â
Youâre shaking your head before he can finish, âOscar. Please, I will live. Anyway, sometimes I want to spend time with you without Lando hanging around, yâknow.â
Oscar snorts, sincerely this time, âYeah, heâsââ
âAnnoying,â you supply.
âI was going to say a pain.â
âSame thing.â
âMm,â Oscar snickers, âSâpose so.â
Then,
âAre you sure you want to stay here with me?â
You slide your fingers down to his wrist, gently turning his arm around so it faces upward. His skin is smooth where you trace the lines in his palm. You're both quiet, looking down at your hands where they're intertwined. If you're honest, you've kind of forgotten why you did thatâ your thoughts feel loose, a bit disconnected. Oscar is warm and sweet and here. You just wanted to touch his hand you think. You trace a line up his ring finger without thinking.
"I'm sure," you say, a little breathless for no good reason.
"Promise."
"Huh?", you drift your gaze up to his.
Polite cat smile, he repeats, "Promise?", it's more of a question now.
You nod seriously, curling your fingers into a fist and sticking your pinky finger out, "I pinky promise, Oscar."
He does the same, lifting his hand up in offering. Your pinkies lock together, he squeezes tightly and you pull against him, like the tighter the promise is the more that you mean it.
#thank for the request!đ#oscar piastri x reader#f1 x reader#đ«drabbles#drabbles:op81#driver!reader
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congrats on 3000!!! đđŸđđ
For the sentence prompt: "I'm just gonna go freak out for a minute first."
Thank you!!!! â„ïž
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Steve was holding his hand while the doctor checked his stitches. It wasnât really that weird for him to be holding his hand, not since he woke up half-dead in the hospital.
It was a little weird that he was rubbing his thumb against the side of his thumb, though.
And probably a little weird that his other hand was resting on his head, a weight that was comforting and confusing all at once.
âLooks great, Eddie. Iâd say by the next visit, weâll be able to get them out and let these finish healing naturally,â the doctor smiled at him as he pulled his shirt back down.
Steveâs hand squeezed his, and he couldnât help looking over at the sunshine in the seat next to him.
It had to be pretty obvious how he felt about Steve. Heâs lucky none of the kids have caught on and started teasing him yet.
Robin has, but at least she knows to do it privately.
âIâll have the front desk schedule you for two weeks out. You can grab an appointment card on the way out. Keep them all clean and donât do any heavy lifting or physical activity quite yet,â the doctor reminded as she pulled off her gloves and threw them in the trash. âYou boys have a nice day.â
As she left the room, Steve helped Eddie sit up slowly. He didnât really need the help anymore, but heâd be an idiot to admit it with how much Steve touched him.
âTwo more weeks, Eds! Thatâs better than what they thought last time,â Steve was so excited for him. His smile was lighting up the room and he looked five seconds away from bouncing on his feet.
âYeah, itâs great.â
âArenât you excited?â Steveâs smile dropped at Eddieâs tone.
âYeah! Yeah, itâll be great to have less limits. Might be able to get the guys together for a jam session,â Eddie gave a small smile.
âButâŠ?â
Eddie sighed. âBut then you wonât be around anymore, right? Like, other than when we all hang out on movie nights. You only stuck around because no one else could really help me every day. Everyone had work or families that wouldnât let them out of their sight.â
Steve looked heartbroken, and Eddie couldnât figure out why.
âEddie, Iâm not gonna leave you just because you donât technically need me anymore,â Steve shook his head. âWeâre- weâre friends, arenât we?â
âOf course! I mean, I thought so. But I know it could just be that you feel bad and I wouldnât expect you to stick around because of that.â
Steve grabbed his other hand, his grip tightening on Eddieâs skin almost painfully.
âI wanna stick around for a lot of reasons, Eds.â
Eddie was caught in his gaze, his wide, pleading eyes almost too much.
âLike what?â
âLike because youâre fun to be around. Youâre funny and talented and smart. You taught me about Hobbits! Love those guys,â Steve stepped closer. âYouâre brave and you care about all of us. You-â Steve swallowed. âYou see me. The real me.â
âWhat do you mean?â Eddieâs heart was racing as he looked between Steveâs eyes, down to his lips where his tongue had poked out momentarily to wet them.
âYouâve seen me when my parents have come home and made me feel like shit and you just distracted me with singing whatever pop songs are on the radio and helping me cook dinner. Youâve been there when I had a two day long migraine and couldnât even stand up to go to the bathroom. You made grocery shopping fun! I fucking hate grocery shopping, but you just keep being silly and making me laugh and I had fun.â Steve leaned in so his forehead was touching Eddieâs. âYou laugh at my jokes, even when they arenât that funny. You listen to me when no one else pays attention. You see who I am and you let me be who I am and I donât feel scared that youâll run.â
âIâm not running.â
âI know. I love that you arenât, that you wonât.â Steve closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, they were watery. âI love you.â
Eddie was certain he was dead. Maybe the last month had all been some coma-induced dream and they finally pulled the plug. Maybe he actually died in the Upside Down and the last month was his final goodbye to everyone in his own head.
He stood up slowly, trying not to push Steve away, but having to guide him away from the table heâd been laying on.
âWhere are you going? Youâre not leaving, right?â
âNope. Iâm just gonna go freak out for a minute first.â
âUm.â
Eddie smiled, leaned in to kiss Steveâs cheek, and pulled away.
âGive me a minute. This is either the most realistic dream Iâve ever had or the best day of my life.â
Steve snorted, but let him walk to the door and stand outside of it for a moment.
When Eddie came back in, his cheeks were red, but he looked determined.
He pulled Steve into him by his hips, crushed their lips together, and smiled so hard their teeth clacked against each other. It was a little messy for a first kiss, but they could get better.
âYou love me? Really?â
âI thought it was obvious,â Steve laughed as they pulled apart.
âI thought I was obvious!â
âNot really. I was convinced I was imaging things! Robin had to explain to me what the hanky code was before I even believed you liked guys!â
They both laughed so hard they cried, forgetting entirely that they were still in the doctorâs examination room.
Someone knocked on the door and they broke apart quickly, trying to stop the laughter for a moment to deal with whoever was at the door.
A nurse poked her head in. âSorry, donât wanna rush you, but just wanted to make sure everything was okay? Did you need to see the doctor again?â
âNo, no. Sorry. Weâre heading out. He just needed a minute,â Steve said quickly, smiling back at her.
She nodded and left, leaving the door open as a silent reminder that they needed to disinfect the room for the next patient.
âSteve.â
âYeah?â
âI love you, too.â
âYou donât have to say it just-â
âIâm not. Iâm saying it because I love you. I see you, remember? Thereâs a lot there to love.â
Steve turned a bright red, and Eddie decided then he would do just about anything to see that shade on Steveâs cheeks and neck as often as possible.
âLetâs go home,â Steve finally said when he recovered. âWanna kiss you more.â
âCanât argue with that.â
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I NEED TO YAP ABOUT THIS MOVIE MY GOD-
YOU'RE NEXT SPOILERS UNDER CUT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaokayokay-
Can I just say I DO NOT recommend seeing this the same day as watching the new episode because I have had a DAY-
Unfortunately, the theater I went to didn't have the booklets or promotional cups but not a huge loss. It's the price I pay to have my boyfriend by my side; worth it. âĄ
As with all my other MHA theater outings the screening was packed with delightful weirdos (dubbed, if you happen to care). One guy had an extensive set of custom MHA lego guys (very cool) and two very enthusiastic Toga cosplayers were so kind and kept me from feeling like a dork going out in public in a Deku wig. All the love to them, fr.
The movie itself though ohhhhh MY~
If I'm being honest this one didn't surpass World Heroes Mission or Heroes Rising for me, but also I don't know what you could do to beat out the movies that gave me such extreme brainrot it got me to be a part of this fandom in the first place. Personal rankings for the movies, best to "worst" is 3, 2, 4, 1.
Maybe it's because I had higher expectations instead of being given the best character in the franchise suddenly with no warning but I did still really REALLY love it. The highest point I can give it is easily the animation. Absolutely zero scenes in this movie feel like they fell to the standard of the anime. Everything was fluid and detailed and so fun to look at. And yes, of course it made every attack flashy as fuck. I was giddy every time Bakugou let out an explosion.
The premise did sound insane going in, and it is, but it's an anime side movie. Caring about the plot is a bonus, not a requirement. I guess my only real gripe is that it felt a little too fast? Very few scenes had time to breathe and unlike the other movies there wasn't really any slow establishing opening. If you come to MHA exclusively for the action, I think this one will be your new favorite.
Okay- I'm gonna just bullet point my highlights because I'm barely restrained enough to sit down and type.
First of all GIULIO!!!
Listen- I knew I would love this guy but oh my god babygirl~
He responds to literally everyone approaching him by pointing a gun at them. No comment this is just great
When Deku tells him to stop shooting at someone, he just pulls out a SECOND GUN and points it at him too
His motorcycle also has guns. Ngl I have expected his eye implant to also have a gun for a moment there.
He is SUCH an asshole to Deku in the first half and I love it. Their dialogue exchanges were so funny.
And in the second half he just,,,,cracks under the pressure so hard,, Man is having the WORST day of his life fr. It's really nice to know he and Anna are safe at UA rn. Poor things deserve it.
Anna and Giulio are really cute romantically, Giulio is definitely adult but he's going in the Deku harem anyway. You can't stop me, I am capable of worse.
Anna herself unfortunately doesn't get much time since she spends most of the movie mind controlled but she's harmlessly sweet and adorable. Anna they could never make me hate you.
I want to smear Dark Might across the side of a wall and given how much they overanimated his expressions, I believe this is the intended effect.
Am I the only one that hopes he sees the Mech Might livestream just to rub salt in the wound? Don't you dare let All Might's name fall from your mouth again, you bag of scum.
I really REALLY wanted Izuku to get pissed off and start naming off inconsistencies between how All Might and Dark Might look: "His eyes are SKY blue, not ocean blue, and while his broad features don't make it obvious, his chin was actually much slimmer, also you got the silver age colors wrong-!" alas... you know he was thinking it though-
Big tiddy mind control gf Deborah my beloved- she has pretty privileges for everything
Actually a lot of the lesser goons of the family were kind of dorky and odd. I loved the energy! Why was one of them literally a D&D nerd that put on a wizard robe OVER HIS SUIT. Most entertaining movie villian group for sure.
The personal dreams everyone had under the mind control? Kill me. Kill me right the fuck now!
Shoto literally just wants a happy childhood with his family??? Where Touya wants to play with him????? And Rei was still happy????? UUGAHWAAAAAAAA
Tenya and Tensei being heroes together STOP-
Shoji with the little girl he saaaaaaved,,,and he didn't have his face scars anymoooooore,,,
So glad they didn't show Ochako's because you know they would have just animated that what if pixel animation of her and Toga being childhood friends and I would have vomited in sorrow.
Absolutely infuriating they broke continuity to have Katsuki call Izuku "Deku" and not "De-Izuku". Never forget what they took from us.
"Beat it, cool side character!" is the best line in the movie. Katsuki does not forget what happened with Rody and he does NOT forgive.
Followed closely by "I'm falling down crotch-first!" And you wonder why I write the fics I do about you, Deku-
Deku being a legend as a jailbreaker hunter is so amazing?? Yes baby, they're so scared of you! You're doing amazing sweetie!
I might think of more but tldr: YOU'RE NEXT IS A REALLY FUN TIME AND YOU SHOULD WATCH IT!
#mha#bnha#my hero academia#mha you're next#mha you're next spoilers#anna scervino#giulio gandini#dark might#mha deborah#izuku midoriya#katsuki bakugou#togachako#bakudeku
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