#Or maybe that’s me being dramatic. Who fucking knows

[masochistkatsuki]

New year, New me !!

New years sex, lowk hate fucking ? they love each other don't worry ? toxic relationship probably but the blogs name is literally masochistkatsuki, small plot mainly smut, short fic, not proof read

You and Katsuki were both known for being hot headed and stubborn, for lack of a better word, cunts. Neither of you actually asked the other to date, but by the end of the year, everyone considered Class 1-As explosive enemies a couple. Besides, for people who apparently hated each other, you always found a way to constantly be together or talking, even if it was arguing.

On new years eve, the class decided to do their resolutions together. With the heater blasting, the third years of UA Academy sat around and talked respectively amongst themselves. However, from where you and Katsuki were yelling at eachother, you heard your name being mentioned.

"Yea .. both of their resolutions should be to act less angry."

"You know.." Izuku's freckles slightly moved from how his face muscles contorted. He was clearly trying to find the right way to word this.

He knew no matter what, someone was going to blow up at him, but he could hopefully make it so it didn't instantly kill him ! "You dont have to start acting all super nice.. but.. acting a little less mean couldn't hurt.."

Unfortunately for him, damage control wasn't an option, and he was sent back to his dorm shaking. You'd finally gotten into Katsuki's room, stretching out on his bed as if it were your own. "Tch."

Your eyes narrowed over at the blonde boy. His dark eyes matched your own intensity. Something about him was pissing you off. Maybe it was the scoff, or how his biceps seemed to struggle against the tight fabric of his shirt.

It was clearly not an unrequited feeling, his cheeks turning an embarrassing red. "Hah, why the fuck do you look like that, Katsuki ?"

His eyes squinted slightly, as if he was getting a better look at you. "Cut that shit out." His deeper voice echoed out, a tone of command lacing it.

With anyone else, they would have submitted, letting everything that was Dynamight take them where they laid. But you.. You made him so fucking mad. No matter what, you bit back, taunted him, teased, never let him.

"You know, I think maybe you should be less of a dick." You spat, looking up at him, fluttering your eyelashes in the way you knew drove him insane. Youd always been infatuated with how easily he ticked, and soon became obsessed with the feeling of pushing his buttons or getting under his skin.

He huffed, his chest puffing out infuriatingly boyishly. He was so dramatic. But thats what drove your pleasure, seeing him so worked up. "And what about you ? Huh ? Your a fuckin bitch."

You smiled, a look that Katsuki could only describe as 'Evil' in your eyes. "Fine. Ill work on it. " You absolutely werent. Someone who was trying to be nice, wouldnt torture him with the words "Why dont we let this anger out one last time ?"

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"I fucking hate you." He was panting almost pathetically, hot words rolling off his tongue and onto your neck. Matching bruises and marks of teeth spread across both of your necks. A competition of who could give the other the worst time covering it up.

"Yea, you're fuckin me like a softy." You grabbed at his hair, pulling his head up to give him a sloppy kiss. With teeth clashing, you fucked your hips into his faster. His hands tightened their grip on you, threatening to leave bruises.

"Don't fuckin move.. Hah.." He bit harshly into your neck, to the point you worried blood may spill. "I.." Despite how mean he was being on your neck, words failed to come out.

"This is how you should be fucking me, not whatever weak shit you were doing." You pulled his hair in response to his aggressiveness, reminding him you weren't letting up.

"You really are a bitch.." He reset his hands, getting a better grip at your hips before he slammed you down to his balls.

"Fuck.." You stuttered, pleasantly surprised by the feeling. He continued fucking you into him, his pace only getting faster, the sounds of skin slapping and an infamous wet movement.

"Dont fuckin know how ima put up with your ass for another year.. Probably just gonna get worse as they go by.." Despite the rude sentiment, the detail on spending more years together didnt go unoticed by you or your body.

"Don't get cocky, you know you'd be begging for me back if you decided you didn't want to handle this." You smirked, a knowing one hed seen all too many times.

"Wait.." His eyes widened, and he attempted to stop your movements, but in the heavy heat overwhelming and pleasuring his body, he was too slow to stop you.

You rolled your hips flush against his, circling them slowly in an O motion. "I hate you, Katsuki." You smiled softly, basking in how he bit his lip and growled at you to wait.

"Fuckin.. whore.. you know what that does to me" He cried out, usual bite becoming softer. His hips desperately fucked into yours, his cum spilling out in fast spurts.

With each thrust in and out, his cock came out covered in more release and slick each time. Your bruised hips and neck were the cherry on top, calling his attention, begging to be eaten. "Yea.. thats why I love doing it."

He sighed, and brought his hand up to cover his mouth. Only you would know, there was a stupid ass smile hiding under it. He thinks, maybe, if he could see this sight throughout the year, he'd be just a bit less harsh.

Team Player Part four is being written now !! Sorry for the Hiatus, work has been killing me. Ill be back regularly and responding to everyone soon, I just need some me time. Thank you everyone for the kind messages, I get nervous actually responding sometimes, but I am reading them and appreciating them greatly. 💗 Happy new years, everyone !

[svtiddiess]

Nom Nom: The Surprise

Synopsis: Your boyfriend decided to surprise you with not 1 but 3 tiddies for you to nom nom on your anniversary.

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader, Mingyu x afab!reader, Wonwoo x afab!reader (yes you read that right)

Genre: smut, established relationship, series

Rating: mature

Word count: 4.5k (grab yourself some popcorn)

Warnings: pet names (daddy, princess, baby), foursome, marking, biting, nipple play, boob fucking, brat!reader, kind of a brat!Gyu, big dick!Gyu, handjob, dom!Cheol, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), posessive!Cheol, aftercare

Note: This is just pure filth, a very fitting end to the series I'd like to believe. This combines these 2 asks together, I hope you enjoy anonies!

Thank you so much to @tomodachiii and @lovetaroandtaemin for beta reading!

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Seungcheol quirks an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he notices the pictures you're liking on X. The two of you are snuggled up on the couch after a long day, with you mindlessly scrolling through your social media while he quietly observes. Your feed is flooded with photos from their recent concert—mostly of Wonwoo in his stage outfit for their "Water" performance: a grey-toned ensemble with loose-fitting pants, a jacket, and a snug sweater that perfectly highlights his physique, especially his chest.

A subconscious smile tugs at your lips as you like every picture of Wonwoo dressed in that outfit. His tiddies are really out for display for everyone to see (and drool over).

"Wonwoo's been popping up on your feed a lot," Seungcheol mumbles, pulling you out of your daze.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Guess the algorithm thinks I’m really into him," you reply with a teasing grin. "Who knows? I might even make him my bias."

Your words make him pout, and his expression is equal parts adorable and sulky.

"If you do, then I'm breaking up with you," he grumbles with a frown.

"You wouldn't dare," you chuckle. "You're stuck with me for life; you said it yourself."

"Did I, now?" He grins.

"You told me you're gonna marry the shit out of me and then put a bunch of babies in me," you state with a grin. "But then again, I was being split open by your cock at the time, so maybe I misheard it," you tease, making him laugh.

"I did say that I was gonna marry the shit out of you," he mumbles with a smile before kissing you. "And put a bunch of babies in you," he whispers against your lips.

"Can't wait for it," you giggle softly.

"But if you make Wonwoo your bias, I'm cancelling those plans," Seungcheol pouts, his lips forming an exaggerated frown.

You dramatically gasp, clutching your chest like you've just been mortally wounded. "Cancelling our wedding plans just because he's my bias?" you say, feigning shock.

"Not just that. I know you want to bite his chest too—like you did with Mingyu," he states matter-of-factly.

Your jaw drops, leaving you gaping like a fish out of water. "Th-that's not true!" you stammer in defence.

He quirks an eyebrow, clearly seeing right through your weak attempt at lying. Your shoulders slump, and you pout under his knowing gaze.

"Okay, maybe I have the urge to sink my teeth into his…very plump and big tiddies," you admit with a defeated sigh. "But I feel bad because you already let me do it with Gyu, and I know how possessive and jealous you can get," you add, still pouting.

Seungcheol only hums in response, signalling the end of the conversation. He places a soft kiss on the crown of your head before you both settle back into the moment, you scrolling mindlessly through your feed while he stays quietly by your side.

The moment you step into your shared apartment, your hands are all over Seungcheol. The two of you just got back from a romantic date celebrating your anniversary, and now you're eager to continue the celebration in the bedroom.

Your hands wander over his torso before settling behind his neck, pulling him closer as you press your lips against his. He chuckles softly into the kiss, his hands finding their place on your hips, tracing slow, teasing circles.

Slipping your hand under his shirt, you let your nails graze over his abs, earning a low groan from him.

"Wait," he suddenly murmurs, breaking the kiss.

"What's wrong?" you ask with a pout, tilting your head in confusion.

"I have a surprise for you," he says with a mischievous grin. "Go to the bedroom and wait for me."

Excitement bubbles within you as you nod eagerly, heading to the bedroom with anticipation for whatever he has planned.

You sit on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other as you lean back, propping yourself up on your hands. Biting your lip in anticipation, you wait eagerly for Seungcheol to return with your surprise.

The bedroom door swings open, and in walks Seungcheol…with Mingyu and Wonwoo right behind him. Your brows furrow in confusion as you glance at Seungcheol, silently asking for an explanation.

"Cheollie? What's going on?" you whisper nervously.

Seungcheol gives you a reassuring smile. "This is your surprise, princess," he says with a grin. "I know how much you've been wanting to sink your teeth into their chests—ahem—tiddies, so I prepared a little anniversary gift for you." He gestures toward Mingyu and Wonwoo, who are both very clearly ogling you.

"Wonwoo took a bit of convincing, but Mingyu was on board immediately," Seungcheol explains with a smirk. "Of course he was," he mutters under his breath.

"How could I not jump at the chance to see you again?" Mingyu adds with a playful wink, earning a quiet giggle from you.

"I wasn’t sure at first," Wonwoo admits, his lips curling into a smirk, "but after hearing Mingyu rave about his last visit, I knew I had to come and see for myself." His words make your cheeks flush instantly.

"Cheollie, you’re not messing with me, right?" you ask, raising an eyebrow as disbelief and bewilderment wash over you.

Seungcheol steps closer, kneeling in front of you and gently cupping your face in his hands. "Princess, it’s our anniversary, and I wanted to give you something you’ve been wanting for a while now. I’m not messing with you, I promise," he murmurs before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

With a playful smirk, he stands and moves to sit on the couch facing the bed. "Have fun, princess," he says, his tone light yet mischievous as he settles in to watch.

You gulp, glancing up at Wonwoo and Mingyu, who are towering over you with amused smirks. Noticing your nervousness, Seungcheol chuckles from his seat.

"Why don’t the two of you help her relax a bit?" Seungcheol suggests, addressing Wonwoo and Mingyu. The duo chuckles softly before shifting to sit on either side of you, their presence immediately filling the space.

"What about you, Cheollie? What are you going to do?" you ask, your voice slightly shaky as you look over at him.

"I’ll be watching, princess," he replies with a sly smirk. "But don’t worry—I’ll join in when the time is right."

You nod, then turn towards Mingyu, whose large hand cups your face gently.

"Hey, baby, it’s been a while since we last saw each other," Mingyu says with a playful smirk.

You laugh softly at his flirty tone. "It really has, hasn’t it?"

"A little birdie told me you’ve been wanting to leave your mark on Wonwoo’s chest," Mingyu purrs with a mischievous grin.

Your gaze shifts to Wonwoo, and a blush quickly creeps up your face. Noticing your reaction, Wonwoo smirks knowingly.

"All those gym sessions you dragged me to turned out to be worth it, huh, Gyu?" Wonwoo chuckles, casting a playful glance at his friend.

"Wanna take a bite, Y/N?" Wonwoo teases, his tone light but provocative. You nod shyly, nervously biting your bottom lip.

Wonwoo starts to remove his shirt, but Mingyu stops him with a hand on his arm. "If she wants it so bad, then she should be the one taking it off," Mingyu says, his grin widening.

Your face heats up even more at Mingyu’s words, and you instinctively cover your blushing cheeks with your hands, too embarrassed to face either of them. Their amused chuckles only make your heart race faster.

"Go on, baby," Mingyu whispers in your ear, his voice low and tempting like the devil encouraging you to sin. "Since you’re so eager to bite him, take his shirt off yourself."

Biting your bottom lip, you shakily reach for the hem of Wonwoo’s shirt and slowly pull it up and over his head. The sight of his bare torso leaves you speechless. His abs are perfectly sculpted, and his chest is plump and well-defined, begging for attention. You can’t help but stare, practically drooling at the sight.

You could hardly believe it—three men with such voluptuous chests were in your room right now. Wonwoo’s chest was smooth, soft, and plush, a clear indication that he’d only recently started building muscle. Mingyu’s, on the other hand, was firm, sculpted, and sun-kissed, a testament to his years of dedication in the gym. And then there was Seungcheol’s—absolute perfection. You could spend hours worshipping his chest and still never get tired of it. There wasn’t a single thing you’d change about him.

"Well?" Wonwoo smirks, leaning in slightly. "Go ahead, Y/N. Take a bite."

You lean in but pause, glancing over at Seungcheol as you wait for his permission. The sight of you seeking his approval makes his heart swell with love and pride.

"It’s okay, princess. Go ahead," Seungcheol chuckles softly, his voice full of reassurance.

Nodding, you lean in and gently start nipping at the skin, testing the waters. Feeling your teeth dig into the skin, Wonwoo hisses and groans, savouring the pain and pleasure. Hearing his groans, you get bolder and start leaving harsher bites. You drag your tongue over his chest, leaving a trail of saliva over the bite marks, feeling Wonwoo tremble under you.

Behind you, Mingyu starts leaving soft kisses on your neck. You shiver in his hold when his hands start to wander your body. They slowly sneak up your torso and eventually stop at your boobs; his large hand squeezes a boob, eliciting a moan from you. Chuckling at your actions, Mingyu gets bolder; his hands start slowly making their way down your torso—

"Nothing below her hips, Gyu," Seungcheol warns firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Mingyu grumbles in protest but complies, opting to bunch up your dress and slip his hand underneath to caress your bare torso instead. You gasp and shiver at the sensation of his cold hands gliding over your warm skin. Mingyu pauses as his fingers graze the fabric of what you’re wearing underneath.

"I need to take off her dress. Can I?" he asks, glancing at Seungcheol.

"Ask her," Seungcheol replies calmly, gesturing toward you.

Mingyu leans closer, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Can I take off your dress, baby?"

You shyly nod but add with a teasing grin, "Only if you take off your shirt first."

Seungcheol chuckles, clearly amused. "That’s my girl," he says with a proud smile.

Mingyu chuckles, quickly pulling off his shirt to reveal his tan, toned torso. Your eyes trail over his chest, and you can’t help but lick your lips—it’s almost unbelievable how much bigger and more defined it’s gotten since the last time you saw him. Smirking, Mingyu shifts to remove your dress, delicately unzipping it and revealing what you're wearing underneath—a set of white lingerie you prepared for your anniversary.

The moment they see you, all three men freeze, their jaws dropping in unison. Their reactions make you giggle softly.

"I prepared a little surprise for you too, Cheollie," you say with a playful smile. "Do you like it?"

Seungcheol groans, his voice low and raspy. "Fuck, princess, you look absolutely divine." His words send heat rushing to your cheeks, and you giggle bashfully.

"Pretty baby wrapped in a bow just for us," Mingyu purrs, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against your neck, his touch making your heart race.

Wonwoo’s hand glides delicately over your lingerie-clad body, his fingers tracing every curve as his eyes drink you in. You can’t help but blush under the weight of his intense, admiring gaze.

"Like an angel descended from heaven," he smirks, his voice dripping with charm.

You let out a squeal when Mingyu suddenly wraps an arm around your waist and effortlessly manoeuvres you until you’re lying on top of him. Wonwoo shifts to position himself above you, leaving you sandwiched between the two of them.

You wrap your arms around Wonwoo’s neck, pulling him closer as you drag your teeth across his chest, already intoxicated by the feel of him. Meanwhile, Mingyu’s hands roam up and down your torso, his touch sending shivers through you as he plants soft kisses along your neck and collarbone.

Heat blooms within you as their bodies envelop you, their warmth radiating and pulling you deeper into the moment.

"It's so hot," you whine and pant, already feeling a sheen of sweat forming on your body.

Without a second thought, Mingyu immediately unhooks your bra, freeing your breasts and leaving your torso bare. You gasp and shiver as the cold air nips your bare skin. Both Mingyu and Wonwoo moan at the sight of your naked breasts.

"Shit, you're more beautiful than I imagined," Mingyu mumbles, hands quickly moving to play with your breasts. Sucking in a breath, you arch your back and press up against Mingyu's hand.

"Gyu," Seungcheol grumbles in warning, but Mingyu just responds with a mischievous smirk.

Shifting your hands, you place them on Wonwoo's chest and start toying with his nipples. You lean forward and glide your tongue across a bud, causing Wonwoo to let out a string of curses and buck his hips into yours.

Seungcheol lets out a low, warning growl, his brows furrowing as a scowl forms on his face.

"Sh-Shit, sorry, can't help myself," groans Wonwoo.

With a teasing smile, you grind your hips against Wonwoo's, eliciting another growl from Seungcheol.

"Princess…" Seungcheol warns, his tone low and cautious.

"What is it, Cheollie?" you reply, feigning innocence with a playful smile.

"Such a brat," he huffs, shaking his head.

"Fuck, I need to fuck her boobs. Can I fuck her boobs, Cheol?" Wonwoo's voice strains as he pleads.

"Fuck please, please fuck my boobs," you moan, feeling yourself get wetter at the thought of Wonwoo fucking your boobs.

"What the princess wants, the princess gets, right, Cheol?" Mingyu chimes in before Seungcheol can respond.

Seungcheol grumbles under his breath but reluctantly nods in agreement to Wonwoo’s request.

Wonwoo's hands immediately fly to remove his pants and boxers, freeing his cock. He sighs in relief as he pumps himself a few times, prepping himself. He spits on your breasts, lubricating them before holding them together and sliding his cock in between.

The both of you let out a string of groans and whimpers as he starts fucking your breasts. Sticking your tongue out, you suck the tip of his dick every time his cock peeks out. Rolling your eyes back, you moan at the taste of his salty precum coating your tongue.

You slide your hand down Mingyu’s body, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. Laying your hand on his crotch, you gasp; he's huge.

"You're so big, Gyu," you moan.

"Yeah, definitely bigger than Cheol's," Mingyu teases with a smirk, earning an irritated scoff from Seungcheol.

"Yours isn’t the one she’s begging for every night," Seungcheol growls, his tone laced with possessiveness, making Mingyu chuckle in amusement.

"Wanna feel my cock, baby?" Mingyu purrs.

"Please," you whine, desperate to feel his cock in your hands.

"Go on, then. Make me feel good with your hands," smirks Mingyu.

Mingyu removes his pants and boxers, and the both of you moan when you wrap your hand around his dick. You drool at the feeling of his heavy cock in your hands. Collecting some precum from his leaking tip, you start moving your hands up and down his big shaft. You quicken your movements, drawing a groan and a string of curses from Mingyu.

The whole moment feels surreal to you—Wonwoo on top of you fucking your boobs whilst you're jerking off Mingyu, who's below you. The room fills with moans, whimpers, and groans, accompanied by the sound of wet squelches, but the three of you are far too lost in the moment to pay them any mind.

"Shit, I’m close. You almost there, Gyu?" Wonwoo mutters breathlessly.

"Yeah, almost," Mingyu strains, his voice tense.

"Fuck, yes. Please cum on me!" You moan. "Paint me with your cum!"

Your words draw simultaneous curses from them as they reach their climax together—Wonwoo painting your boobs with his cum whilst Mingyu stains your hand and hips with his.

All three of you take a moment to catch your breath.

"Princess, you still haven’t marked Gyu’s chest," Seungcheol’s voice cuts through the silence.

You giggle as Wonwoo shifts aside, giving you space to move and straddle Mingyu. He then takes a seat next to Seungcheol, still completely bare, spreading his legs as he watches you with a smirk.

Resting your hands on Mingyu's shoulders, you throw your legs on either side of him, straddling his naked body. With a teasing smile, you start grinding on his semi-hard dick, drawing a groan from him. His hands shoot up to your hips, holding you in place and preventing you from moving. You glance up at him with a pout, frustrated that he’s holding you still.

"Give me a second to recover, baby," he breathlessly chuckles.

You scowl at him before leaning forward and marking his chest. You trail your tongue across the muscle before sinking your teeth into it and gently sucking on the flesh. Mingyu groans and throws his head back. Smirking against his skin, you start rocking your hips back and forth, making him moan out loud.

"Fuck baby, gonna cum if you keep that up," he groans.

His words only encourage you further, and you begin biting and grinding harder. His hand grips the back of your head, pulling you closer to his chest. You smirk against his skin, then bite down harder. Circling a nipple with your tongue, you take the bud into your mouth and start sucking.

"Shit, shit!" He curses.

His eyes roll back, and his mouth goes agape as he cums once again—your stomach getting coated with his seeds. He rests his forehead against yours as he comes down from his high, his breath mingling with yours.

He gently cups your cheek and softly caresses it with his thumb, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You know, baby, it's only fair that I get to mark you too," he whispers against your lips.

Seungcheol growls in protest, but Mingyu responds with a devilish smirk, clearly unfazed by the warning.

With a firm grip, Mingyu grabs the base of your neck and tilts your head up, granting himself clear access to your chest. He leans forward and starts licking Wonwoo's cum off of your chest. Your mouth goes agape, and you moan at the sensation of Mingyu's tongue gliding across your skin.

Your breath hitches when you feel his teeth sink into your skin. He leaves relentless marks on your breasts, streaks of purple and red quickly blooming across your skin. His hand sneaks behind your torso and pushes you even closer to him, practically smothering him with your breasts.

"Your boobs are perfect. I could do this forever, baby," he murmurs against your skin, making you giggle and whine softly.

A sudden tug pulls you away from Mingyu, and you find yourself pressed against Seungcheol. Mingyu looks up in surprise, huffing in protest, only to be met with Seungcheol’s smug smirk.

Without missing a beat, Seungcheol pushes Mingyu back down until he’s lying flat, earning a sharp curse from him. He effortlessly manoeuvres you, positioning you on top of Mingyu, facing him, while Mingyu's hands settle on your waist, holding you firmly in place.

He leans in close, his lips hovering just above yours. "Did you have fun marking them, princess?" he asks with a smirk.

You bite your lip, grinning playfully. "So much fun, daddy," you tease, earning a low chuckle from him.

"Well then," he murmurs, his voice laced with teasing, "it’s my turn to get a taste." With that, he closes the gap, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. His hand trails down your torso, stopping at the waistband of your panties. He gives them a teasing tug before letting them snap back, drawing a gasp and a soft whine from you.

"Daddy," you whine and pout, drawing a chuckle from him. He drags his finger across the wet spot that's formed on your panties, causing you to squirm in place.

"Look at how wet you are, princess," he chuckles as he rubs your core.

"Cheollie, please. Don't tease," you whine.

"Normally, I don't like anyone else seeing what's mine, but tonight I'll make an exception," he smirks, gripping your face gently but firmly with one hand.

He slowly peels your panties off, revealing your glistening core to the three men. You could hear Wonwoo and Mingyu curse under their breaths at the sight of your dripping pussy.

"So wet I don't even need to prep you," Seungcheol chuckles before plunging two fingers into your needy hole.

"Daddy!" You yell as Seungcheol's fingers relentlessly thrust into you.

A shattered moan escapes your lips as his fingers press against that spongy spot inside you. Seungcheol smirks, relentlessly targeting it, pulling more broken moans and soft sobs from you. You're so wet that your juices drip out of your hole onto Mingyu below you.

Seungcheol leans in, dragging his tongue in a slow stripe from your navel to your collarbone, sending a shiver through your body and drawing a soft whine from your lips. If it weren’t for Mingyu’s firm hold on you, you would have fallen off long ago.

He then shifts his focus to your breasts, sinking his teeth into the same spots Mingyu had marked earlier, reclaiming his territory with a possessive intensity that only Seungcheol could exude.

You can feel yourself edging closer, the tension in your stomach tightening. Your moans grow whinier and more desperate, and Seungcheol smirks, clearly aware that you're almost there.

He moves next to your ear and whispers. "Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers, princess."

His words push you over the edge, and you climax around his fingers, Mingyu groaning under you at the sight of you coming undone on top of him. Your cum stains your thighs and Mingyu below. A soft whine escapes your lips as Seungcheol removes his fingers from you. He licks your cum off of his fingers and hums.

"Mhm, as sweet as always," he grins.

Seungcheol suddenly grabs your arms and pulls you up, pressing you tightly against his chest.

"Off the bed, Gyu," he commands, his voice firm. Mingyu grumbles in protest but obeys, reluctantly climbing off and settling next to Wonwoo.

With you now in his arms, Seungcheol gently lays you down on the bed, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips before pulling back with a smirk.

"Saving the best for last, princess," he teases, his voice dripping with confidence as he strips off his clothes.

Your jaw drops, and you can’t help but stare. No matter how many times you see it, Seungcheol's sculpted chest always leaves you utterly breathless.

"How about you mark me whilst I fuck you, hm?" He grins.

"Please, daddy," you beg—the urge to sink your teeth into his chest growing with every passing second.

With a soft chuckle, he leans in, hovering over you with his forearms braced on either side of your head, caging you in. Without hesitation, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer until his chest is pressed against your face.

"Always so impatient," he murmurs, amusement lacing his voice.

With ease, he slides into you, drawing a groan from both of you. He gives you a moment to adjust before starting to pound into you. You waste no time, eagerly marking his chest with hurried kisses, nips, and bites, leaving a trail of love across his skin.

The air feels thick and heavy, the smell of sex permeating the room. Your mind feels hazy, as though you're drifting weightlessly, lost in a euphoric daze. It's as if you've touched heaven and returned. Every thought is consumed by Seungcheol—just Seungcheol. In this moment, he is your entire world, and nothing else exists.

"Pussy was made for me. This pussy is mine, right princess? Perfect. All mine. You're all mine," he grunts in between thrusts.

"Yours, all yours. I'm all yours," you choke out, drooling all over his chest.

"Mine, mine, mine," he chants as he drills into you.

From the corner of your eye, you see both Mingyu and Wonwoo stroking themselves and staring at you intensely as you get fucked by Seungcheol. Their movements mimic the pace of Seungcheol's thrusts—as if they're imagining it's them who's fucking you instead of your boyfriend.

Without warning, Seungcheol grabs your legs and effortlessly drapes them over his shoulders, folding you in half. The new angle has your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open as he fills you completely. Stars dance in your vision, and any attempt to mark his chest turns into messy kisses and sloppy bites. Your mind is too far gone to focus on anything else.

"Fuck, I'm close," grunts Seungcheol, and with a few more thrusts he fills you up with his seeds.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," you sob out, tears running down your cheeks.

Your entire body trembles as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your vision goes black, your breath catches, and you're consumed by the most intense orgasm of your life.

When you come to, you find yourself wrapped snugly in Seungcheol's arms under a fluffy blanket.

"Ch-Cheollie?" you croak, your voice raspy from earlier.

"Hey, princess. Here, drink some water first," he says softly, bringing a cup to your lips. You gratefully sip from it, feeling the cool liquid soothe your throat.

"What happened?" you ask once you've finished drinking.

"You passed out after you came," he explains with a teasing grin. "I cleaned you up and kicked Wonwoo and Gyu out."

His words make you giggle. You nuzzle your nose against his cheek and plant a soft kiss there. "Thank you for the anniversary gift, Cheollie," you say sweetly.

"Anything for you, princess," he replies with a warm smile, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

A peaceful silence settles over you, the comfort of his presence wrapping around you like the blanket.

"So… about next year…" you murmur mischievously, breaking the quiet.

Seungcheol turns to you with an exasperated look.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" you laugh, enjoying his reaction. "Your tiddies are the only ones I need, I swear!"

"Good. It better stay that way," he grumbles, pouting slightly.

You chuckle and suddenly lean down to nip at his chest, making him yelp in surprise. He looks at you, utterly appalled, while you dissolve into giggles and bury your face against his chest.

With a resigned sigh, he wraps his arms tightly around you, smothering you against his chest with a soft chuckle. Content and surrounded by his warmth, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, utterly at peace. (Truly living the dream).

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[billygoat26]

…Lemme just put this out there.

The amount of “gofundme I’m stuck in Gaza” asks are insane. I know the situation and trust me I really am sorry and hope you guys are safe and can get out safely but…

I AM A MINOR. I DON’T HAVE A JOB YET. I LITERALLY CAN’T DONATE.

I’ve answered a few of the asks I’ve gotten related to that over time but after discovering that one that I got before the Gaza asks started flooding in (I think it was the one with the mom and kids or cats? Idfk) was fake I’ve lost my trust.

I’m sure not all of them are fake (and chances are none of them are) but please- the only way I can help is to answer the asks so my followers can see and I don’t know how many of them are like me and literally can’t help.

I don’t think there’s any way to put this without it sounding like me being insensitive or something- I don’t want it to come off as that 😭

I guess I’m tired of getting the asks when I literally cannot to anything to help.

I’ve even said that before when I answered some asks and the person said something like even the smallest amount, even just a dollar, can help. Like- I have NOTHING to donate. No money. Not even a cent. What do you want me to do 😭

But if you guys are getting these too and they ARE real then please, do support them. But I don’t know what’s real and what’s fake anymore and I’m tired of being asked to donate something when I have nothing to give.

See the tags for more…

[faunandfloraas]

Look, I don't believe in preferential treatment, it's not right.... BUT ☝️ if we're gonna have changbin saying sydney is skz's second hometown I just think maybe australia could not be charged things like 60+ dollars shipping.... or 75 dollars for a normal album at the most prominent music retailer when other places pay 15-20 for the same thing.... lol

[forestgreenlesbian]

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[melancholic-pigeon]

Okay this is the *actual* last comment, for real, but I just found out Spider is now smearing me as a convert and accusing me of being involved with drama I was not involved with because he mistakenly attributed my apologies for his public temper tantrum as being about something unrelated.

THIS IS A FALSE ACCUSATION and I do not appreciate having yet another bit of fake malicious intent falsely ascribed to my actions and* attributing a completely unrelated attack to me.

Also, it's very sad and disappointing whenever a Jew gets mad at a convert because something else is going on in the Jew's life and the convert happens to be in the splash zone and the Jew falls over backwards to smear the convert and invalidate her faith.

Just....the childish aggression is making me so, so sad and disappointed, from someone I used to think very highly of, who is now lying about me and publicly smearing me with false accusations based on a conflict he started because he misinterpreted something I said and I went out of my way to give him the benefit of the doubt when trying to clear up the mistake HE MADE that led him to decide bullying and attacking me for three fucking days was appropriate and okay and that I'm the bad guy for saying it's wildly unprofessional to behave like this in public to a former customer face.

Sorry, but facts, reality, linear time and the truth of what I actually said and did are on my side here, and I will not stand for being smeared and attacked and shat all over because I had the gall to try to kindly resolve his uncalled for, unjustified temper tantrum.

I am also not sorry that I left a side note in the tags that it was also unacceptable for HIM to drag his daughter into a stupid internet slapfight based on his own reading comprehension failure. Because it was and is unacceptable, and she needs to hear that message from someone.

End of story. Keep digging that hole as long as you like, Spider. It's not helping your case and is continuing to make you look progressively worse and more unreasonable, and the only person you have to blame is yourself.

*revised for clarity

[diamondrib]

fun fact all those people who talk about how type 4 hair and dealing with it sucks are right but in a nuanced way where it’s actually systemic racism’s fault and not anything about our hair itself making it uniquely shitty

[orcelito]

Sometimes I get worried about whether smth I'm doing is wildly ooc but then I'm like This Is Fanfiction, what the fuck ever

[stillfruit]

i love not knowing if i'll ever be healthy again i love all of the time i've used to move my body become nothing i love spending my adulthood wasting away year after year for various reasons baby!

[defectzim]

TaTr is real and good. <- have a whole story in its head that would NOT fucking happen in canon.

[thebigqueer]

2 years ago i fucked up a friendship w a girl (that im pretty sure i was in love with). to this day i think of her and sometimes when i see her on the street i just wanna cry. i understand your plight very much.

yeahhh man im sorry to hear that!!! it genuinely fucking sucks and i would never wish this upon anyone. cuz like it makes you fully think about all the what ifs and i genuilnely dont think ill ever find someone like her again

[chiistarri]

what if instead of messaging me in the middle of the night about your stupid fucking girlfriend and your stupid fucking problems with her you actually act like my fucking friend and message me like how you message everyone else in our group

[tyrianlynch]

I’ve been improving a lot mentally lately and today my wife (best friend who I’ve lived with for 7 years) told me she’s divorcing me (moving to a city we both swore we’d never live in) and she’s taking the kids (our dog) and this is just further proof that god will never allow me to be happy or hopeful

[fingertipsmp3]

I’m gonna be completely real with you. For the past couple of weeks I have been neck deep in the Ice Planet Barbarians series with no end in sight

[shaw-kai]

the best thing about having a diagnosed mental illness(es) is people assuming you're always wrong and/or lying because "you're mentally ill" so no one ever takes your opinion on anything, or interrupts you because what's the point of listening to a crazy person

[reikunrei]

tbh i feel like if i had to pick a single standout performance out of everyone in stranger things... it would probably be gaten matarazzo. like, i feel like he very consistently gets scenes so perfect and so genuine, while other charas always have at least one scene where i go “eh, that didn’t feel like the best take they could have used.” not with gaten. he is, as dustin would say, right on the money every time