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highvern · 7 months

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Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x fem!reader

Genre: smut (21+), eventual fluff/angst

Summary: Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is a pattern. So what does it mean when you find yourself in Wonwoo's bed over and over again?

Chapter Warnings: fuckboy(ish) wonwoo, friends(?) with benefits, multiple sex scenes, oral (f. & m. receiving), choking, face fucking, penetrative sex

Length: ~10k

Note: woooohoooo part 1 done. let me know what you guys think! thank you @gyuswhore for being my beta and talking me down from a complete meltdown lmao

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“And if you look at this chart, you can see profit margins over the past three quarters have steadily increased…”

Mona drones on and on. You try to listen and nod along but there’s only so much enthusiasm that can be faked for a last minute afternoon meeting on a Friday. Maybe if she was saying anything with an ounce of meaning you’d pay attention. But the numbers she spout off on record profits only confirm what the company who hired your team already knows: if they give their employees more work for less pay, they’ll make more money.

The vibration of your phone wakes you up. Peering into your lap under the table, you see your roommate’s name flash across the screen.

Lisa 👁️🫦👁️: ruby’s tonight Y/N: Do I have a choice?

You don’t even lock your phone before she responds.

Lisa 👁️🫦👁️: nope!

“Y/N, do you mind sharing the latest reports?”

Head jerking up, you meet Mona’s gaze across the room. She flashes a tight smile, clearly having caught your moment of distraction. Lucky for you, you could recite the reports in your sleep.

You smile and say all the right things; make all the right jokes. Just enough personality they feel special but not so much they feel like you’re a real human being outside of your job.

“All right. I think we’ve covered everything.” Mona claps. “Edgar and I will be on call this weekend if anything comes up.”

Shuffling out with the rest of your coworkers, you beeline back to your desk.

Mona breezes by, slamming the door to her office shut.

“Do you think Mona has eyes in the back of her head?” Edgar asks, peeking over the wall dividing your cubicles.

Without looking away from the email crowding your screen you quip, “No, but I hear she sleeps in a coffin.”

“Huh. I thought that was just the hottest office furniture tread for execs.”

You snort in response.

Mona was a hard ass but she was good at her job.

“Anyway, any plans this weekend?”

“Get drunk and watch Love Island.”

Edgar gasps, hand to his chest like a scandalized debutant. “You wild woman.”

The next two hours crawl by. Not even the usual side projects keep you entertained, giving you time to research the new art installation downtown Lisa mentioned visiting.

Hopefully buying tickets as her early birthday present will get you off the hook for tonight.

In true Lisa fashion, a surprise gift means celebration. And the best place to celebrate is Ruby’s.

Smoke chokes the air, bodies upon bodies packed into the space of the dingy bar on a Friday night. The chill of the outside stops at the threshold of the door, sweltering heat greeting you and your friends as you join the crows eager to celebrate the weekend.

It’s almost too dark to see faces but Mingyu’s head of dark hair stands above the rest from his perch in the corner. Lisa’s hand finds yours, and your other hand find’s Amina as you shoulder towards the table he’s claimed for the night. The bass of whatever remix blaring through the DJ’s speakers thrums through the crush of drunk patrons like a frantic heartbeat, rattling your bones with each step deeper into the space.

The glossy surface of the table is already littered with cups and beer bottles. Mingyu cuts his conversation with Wonwoo short to greet your group, smiling over Lisa’s head already buried in his chest. Wonwoo's only acknowledgement is a short nod over the top of the bottle he lifts to his lips.

A pair of not so sly eyes wander down your front, tracing across the deep v of your top, baring your sternum between the swell of your breasts. You burn under Wonwoo’s blatant gawking, breath stalled and face hot but none of your friends appear to notice the electricity crackling between you two, intoxicated brains filling with lewd ideas.

Needing a reprieve, you slither to the bar in search of a drink. Slipping between the sweaty bodies as they part, Amina follows close behind. A few shots and a beer later, you stumble towards the dance floor with laughter on your lips and the bitter singe of alcohol on your tongue.

The crowd of strangers accepts you, swallowing you into the churning chaos immediately. A few familiar faces stand out in the crowd as you shift through the sway.

Looking over the shoulder of the random person in front of you, a mess of limbs better known as Lisa and Mingyu flashes into view; Soonyoung and Eva no better next to them. Over their embrace, you spot Amina dancing with a pretty stranger of her own, both of them with drunk smiles plastered on their faces.

Head dizzily bobbing to the music, your eyes slip shut. You know it's Wonwoo at your back, hips following closely, one hand around your waist and the other dragging a path of fire across your thigh.

This wasn’t the first time you found yourselves in this particular position. Since your roommates started dating, and whenever alcohol was close enough to serve as a believable excuse, you managed to find each other like super charged magnets; gluing together and drowning heady touches.

It wasn’t like anything more happened. That was the excuse you told yourself after the first time. A girls night out Mingyu and Wonwoo happened to stumble upon. You’d still been upset about the breakup with Seungcheol two months prior, indulging in the shitty white wine that only served to fuel your boldness.

You’d never admit seeking out Wonwoo with the knowledge Seungcheol couldn’t stand him; taking sick satisfaction in imagining the look on Seungcheol’s face as you let Wonwoo touch the way previously reserved for him. You pressed against Wonwoo’s front with little care for who saw; a challenging gleam in your glassy eyes, daring him to push away. Not one to be bested, Wonwoo pressed back, and the rest is history.

After the first night of the new game, you went home and came embarrassingly fast to the fantasy of what would have inevitably happened if he’d followed. The week after consisted of staunchly avoiding Wonwoo. Guilt and disgust plagued every waking moment, and if you had to look at him you knew you’d feel worse.

Your only real connection was your roommate Lisa dating his roommate Mingyu which meant your evasiveness went undetected for nearly a month before Wonwoo managed to corner you at a party and demand to know what your “fucking problem” was. It was then you realized he either didn’t remember what happened or didn’t think it was anything to make such a big deal about. You never asked for specifics but came to the conclusion: If he didn’t care, then why should you? It was just a bit of fun. A game of chicken neither intended to end.

Each time you came across each other on the weekends after, the stakes increased. One night, you let wandering hands catalog the planes hard muscle hidden underneath the fabric of his shirt. The next, you followed a trail of goosebumps across his neck with tongue and teeth.

And Wonwoo called your bluff everytime. His thumb tracing against the underside of your breast while delivering a particularly harsh grind of his hips, leaving very little to the imagination of what hid behind the zipper of his jeans. Or when he spun you around, hypnotizing you with his eyes while pawing your ass, dragging your core across his thigh wedged between your legs.

But whatever transpired fizzled away by the time the night ended, both of you content to go separate ways and ignore whatever was left on the dance floor (or occasionally a wall). Tonight would be no different. It never was. It never would be.

Wonwoo was fun to play with but that's all. Throw him flirty smiles, indulge in the bold touches, take a thrill in the chase and then retreat to the safety of the bar or drag one of your friends to the bathroom for a break. He let go without any argument; something you found disappointing much to your own chagrin. But Wonwoo’s eyes never left your figure the second it left his arms. Even if he found a new partner, he would watch you while he did everything he had already done and then all the things he would have done if you stayed.

“Come home with me,” he whispers in your ear, more of a command than a question, breaking the delicate silence surrounding your unspoken attraction.

The air in your chest thickens to a sludge. For a second, you think you misheard him, possibly hallucinating that he’s spoken at all. With the thrum of music and shouts it’s not out of the question.

Unable to turn in his tight grip, you settle for leaning back against his shoulder, neck stretching, giving him a direct view down your top, his eyes privy to the fact that you hadn’t worn a bra. His chest plastered against your back heaves with a heavy breath as you continue to move against him.

Wonwoo tries again, his hand squeezing your waist gently, pulling you closer to his body to feel the evidence of his arousal. “Come home with me.”

It's just the next level to the game, you think. The fantasy is tempting; taking you back to his apartment, spreading you out across his bed and making good on all the promises he’s teased into your skin for months.

If he wants to play, you’ll play too.

“What’s in it for me?” you hum, lips brushing his ear in a mimic of his motion moments ago.

Wonwoo responds with another curl of his hips against your ass.

God, he’s good at this. Wonwoo is the only guy to spark any kind of interest since Seungcheol left months ago. Not for lack of trying but they were either too tall, too short, weird hair, awful laugh. The list of excuses goes on and on. Subconsciously, you’d been comparing them all to the man behind you and found each of them lacking. But if Wonwoo wants to progress to the next level, he’ll need to work for it.

“Not convincing enough,” you chide.

The hand on your thigh pauses, taking a second to squeeze the supple flesh before setting a new course. Wonwoo moves slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop his advance if you wish. Not sensing an objection, he pushes forward. Even over the thick denim of your jeans, Wonwoo’s palm scorches against the zipper. Continuing lower, he grinds the heel of his palm against your clothed pussy, nothing more than mockery of the real thing but it has you shuddering all the same. The slope of your shoulder stings under his mouth, licking waves of fire across the nerves with each nip of his teeth.

Wonwoo pants against the shell of your ear on the next rock of his hand, laughing as your nails dig into his wrist before he whispers, “Unless you want our friends to watch, trust me.”

You need to see his face; need to look in Wonwoo’s eyes and find out if he’s trying to rile you up or if he’s serious.

This time when you move, Wonwoo allows you to turn in his hold. The look in his eyes tells you he would take you right here if he thought for a second you’d let him. He isn’t trying to just get a rise out of you and see you squirm. Wonwoo isn’t playing a game anymore.

He wants you.

You nod once and Wonwoo has you both out the door and on the way to his place before the song ends.

The cold metal of the door bites into your skin, bowing your chest straight into Wonwoo’s as he crowds against you, arms caging you in on both sides. His lips are busy surveying the skin of your neck, sucking and nipping until he pauses at the hollow of your throat. His teeth raze against the sensitive skin, tongue darting out to lave against the marks he’s determined to leave. Wonwoo listens closely to the sounds leaving your throat, focusing his ministrations whenever an exceptionally satisfied purr slips out.

He takes a step forward at the feel of your hand pushing its way into his jacket, rewarding the tease of your fingers across his stomach with a suck against your jaw. The sharp pain of your nails across his scalp forces a quiet groan out his lips; something you file away for later.

“Get us inside before your neighbors catch us with my hand down your pants,” you gasp, giving his hair a particularly harsh yank to pull him away from your breasts peeking out from the low cut of your top.

“Wouldn’t mind that,” he mumbles, diving back.

But Wonwoo concedes, grabbing his keys from his pocket while remaining focused on leaving his mark on your sternum.

Despite your request, you do everything but make it easier for him; thumb dipping into the waistband of his boxers before slipping inside, cupping the straining bulge confined under the tight fabric. Wonwoo falters under your attention, pressing his hips into you until you're crushed between his body and the door. When Wonwoo finally fumbles the key into the lock, the door flies open under your combined weight.

Using the momentum, Wonwoo crowds you back to the wall just inside, slamming the door shut with his foot, returning where he left off without missing a beat. A hand tilts your chin back to give him more room, and you realize he hasn’t kissed you yet. Twisting the front of his shirt, you resolve to change that.

Pulling back, Wonwoo’s brows arching in confusion, mouth falling opening to complain at being interrupted again but snapping shut when you attempt to pull him forward.

But a hair's breadth away Wonwoo stops.

“What do you want?”

You won’t beg. If anyone is cracking first it’ll be Wonwoo. Just like he did at the bar not too long ago.

“If you won’t tell me then I can’t give it to you.” He moves forward, nose tracing along your throat, breath fanning across your neck. One of his arms moves to the space between your body and the wall, pulling until his thigh is bracketed by yours. The hard muscle is nothing short heaven against the seam of your jeans, invoking a traitorous whimper from your throat.

You manage a chaste kiss against the side of his mouth before he darts out of range.

“Tell me and you can have it,” Wonwoo says, cocking his head back, looking down his nose at you from behind the wire frames of his glasses; pupils blown. His eyes close and he leans forward again before continuing, “Tell me what you want, and you can have everything.”

His teeth trail across the shell of your ear on the last word and suddenly it's all too much. The rasp of his voice, the flex of his thigh, the layers of clothing separating your bodies. If you don’t get relief soon you’ll both implode.

“Kiss me.”

You feel Wonwoo’s satisfied smile a second before your lips meet, lighting the fuse for what's to come. There’s no gentleness in the connection, instead, months of insatiable need leads the way. Parting your lips, you suck his own between your teeth until it's swollen in retaliation. Wonwoo angles your head back with a gentle tug of your hair, immediately swallowing your gasp at his roughness. The hand wrapped around the middle of your back flexes, urging, no, begging you to grind against him. You oblige with embarrassing eagerness.

Your hand finds its way down Wonwoo’s front again, fingers firm and demanding. Tracing the zipper of his jeans up and down in time with your movement against his leg, the heel of your hand presses forward, causing his hips to cant up against the pressure. The motion is a mock of what he was doing in the crowded bar minutes ago. Just enough to rile him up and to piss him off until his hands drop and squeeze your ass so hard it hurts.

Refusing to let your mouths part, Wonwoo drags you down the hallway towards his room. It takes longer than it should, both of you stopping to force the other into the wall, bodies writhing against one another in search of friction and pleasure. At one point you consider letting him fuck you right their on the floor but he pushes through the door to his room just before you can unzip his pants.

Finally inside, Wonwoo herds you towards the bed in the corner. The back of your knees hit the side, bending as you land with a soft bounce. Wonwoo follows swiftly, settling himself on his elbows before diving back into your neck again. His hips slot into the warm cradle of your thighs easily, pressing forward to search for the heat he knows is there. You greedily return the movement, hips curling up, savoring the drag of his hard cock. Wonwoo sucks another bruise onto your neck, high enough you’ll have to hide it in the morning but you're so drunk on the idea of what is going to happen next you can’t even feign outrage.

The strap of your flimsy top falls down and Wonwoo moves to explore the new span of skin. His lips drag over the uncovered swell of your breast, sloppy kisses trailing over the silky skin. Cocking his head to the side, he sucks a nipple through the thin black fabric. Your hips buck, back arching at the new sensation. The angle of Wonwoo’s cock is just right, pulling moan after moan from your throat. He’s so focused on what he’s doing he can’t be bothered to snicker at how he turns you into an aching puddle of want.

Clothes come off in a blur. You watch his abs flex as he rips his shirt over his head, eyes tracing the dark thatch of hair disappearing under the waistband of his pants. Soon, yours is gone too, lost on the floor. Wonwoo's eyes delight in the sight of you bare before him, with nipples puckered and breasts heavy with excitement. He ducks back down, mouthing at the sensitive bud, drowning in your breathy whines and whimpers. Using his hand, his calloused thumb massages the one his mouth had abandoned, pinching and flicking until you’re left raw and aching.

“Wonwoo,” you cry, hands ripping at the sheets when his teeth come out to play.

He pulls back from your breasts, in a frenzy to remove your pants while his knees fall to the ground on the side of the bed. You arch up to help him rip the damning fabric away. An ember of fury sparks, furious with yourself for wearing jeans over the skimpy skirt Lisa had offered.

None the wiser, Wonwoo looks between your legs like he’s found an oasis in a desert. You realize too late they’re nothing impressive. Pale pink cotton; simple, practical. Just like your pants, since getting fucked tonight wasn’t even a remote possibility when you left your apartment.

But Wonwoo doesn’t even seem to care. When you dare to look at his face, worried by the sudden pause in his actions, you find he’s not even blinking. His thumb finds your entrance through the fabric, shallowly dipping inside before moving back and massaging teasing circles over the damp spot.

Pride and ego long forgotten, you beg. “Wonwoo, please.”

Wonwoo doesn’t give in. Focusing on the curve of your thigh, nose etching along the strained muscle while he continues teasing touches over your underwear. The wet of his tongue comes out when he reaches the hem of your underwear. So close to where you want him but not close enough.

“Please.”

The pathetic crack of your voice is rewarded with firmer fingers and his lips against the sticky crotch of your panties; the heat of his mouth right over your entrance as he laps at your release.

Another beg and he moves aside the thin strip of fabric, curling his tongue into your entrance before sucking at your swollen clit.

The relief is short lived. Somehow, Wonwoo knows exactly how to touch and tease you, driving you up the wall only to pull you back down. One hand finds your knee, forcing it away when you try to crush his head between your thighs at the first prod of his long fingers inside you.

He slips another finger inside, his tongue continuing to swipe at your bundle of nerves, just as desperate to give you what you want as you are to receive it. Glancing down at him again, you find a scene worthy of being immortalized in a painting. His brow is furrowed in concentration, eyes pinched tight while he works to get you off.

A pause to take a breath is all the reprieve you’re granted before Wonwoo dives back in, moaning under the sting of your nails on his scalp; encouraging you to hold him there and use him, to come for him. The symphony of your combined noises floods the room. The squelch of his fingers, rubbing up against the place that drives you mad. The wet noises of his mouth, your arousal mixing with his spit; his noises when you pull at his hair, vibrating against your cunt and pulling your spine into a harsh curve.

You can’t help but watch him. Enamoured with how right he looks between your legs, skin slips together where his shoulders hold your legs up. Even the contrast of his hand on your knee fuels the fire.

He peers up at you when you call his name again. Eyes burning into your own. Like he can read your mind. Like he agrees this is the best place for him to be.

You hear yourself far away, chanting his name as you shatter into a million pieces. Clenching around Wonwoo’s fingers with a strength you didn't know you possessed, your hips ride them until your muscles lock and jerk. The smear of fluid across your thighs, slipping your ass and onto the bed is lewd.

But Wonwoo doesn’t stop, working you through it like his own release is on the line. Licking and sucking and fucking you with his fingers until you finally manage to pull him away with a choked cry of his name. Even then, his hand continues pistoning into you as your mouths find one another hungrily.

There's a sick satisfaction in your gut at the taste on his mouth. Your arousal coats his chin, his cheeks, even the tip of his nose is wet where it digs into your face as you suck his tongue.

Moving to his feet, Wonwoo bends over you, lips never straying from yours. He fails to crowd you down into the mattress like he intends. Freezing when your hands pushing his pants down the rest of the way. His cock bobs, the nearly purple head leaking. If there was any doubt he didn’t find pleasure going down on you before, the evidence of his enjoyment sits hard and heavy in your palm. An exploratory squeeze has Wonwoo’s chin dropping to his chest, a sharp breath leaving his nose.

Sliding off the bed and to your knees, you peek up at him through your lashes, letting the tip rest against parted lips. When Wonwoo drags his head back up, looking down his nose, your tongue darts out to catch some of his pre-cum, receiving another groan in response. A thought that has you blushing rears its head.

He’ll probably like it, you think.

You let one of her hands trail down while kissing across the velvety shaft his length. Wonwoo watches closely, eyes widening for a second when you find the apex of your thighs, dipping down to collect the lingering slickness. Once satisfied, you exchange your grip on his cock and quirk an eyebrow. Stroking him coyly.

You don’t look away from his eyes even though every instinct tells you to hide from the heat in his gaze. Your palm catches at the tip, thumb brushing his leaking slit. More evidence of his arousal trickles out and you lap it up quickly.

“Shit,” Wonwoo hisses. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

One of Wonwoo’s hands finds your cheek, helping you find a comfortable pace. Settling the back of your head against the bed, drag him forward by his ass, content to let him use your mouth the way you used his. Wonwoo stumbles for a second at the sudden movement, hands finding the bed to prevent himself from collapsing. He peers down in question.

“Want you to fuck my mouth,” you pant, quickly taking him back in, going as deep as possible without gagging.

“Fuuuuck,” Wonwoo rasps, moving the hand on the side of your face to the back of your head. He pins you in place with his hips, giving a shallow, almost hesitant thrust as he discovers your limits.

You zone out when he finds a rhythm, hand at the base of his cock to keep him from bottoming out in your throat, the one cradling his balls dropping to trace the inside of his thigh. Eventually, Wonwoo lets himself go, savoring the pressure of your tongue when you lap against the tip as he pulls out. His abs twitch at the sight of drool leaking from the corners of your stuffed mouth, lips stretched and bruised around his cock.

Opening your eyes, you look right at him; punching the air from his chest as you moan around his cock, the vibration forcing his head back, neck bared again as a bead of sweat settles in the hollow of his throat.

“Touch yourself,” Wonwoo commands, breaking the melody of whimpers and groans.

You disregard his command, content with focusing on untying him from his loose tether to sanity.

Not one to be ignored, Wonwoo pulls away on the next stroke. You follow, attempting to trail forward and suck him back down your throat but Wonwoo’s hand knots in your hair. He yanks your head back until his cock is just out of range. Looking up at him, you do nothing to hide the annoyance at such a sudden disruption.

“Touch. Yourself. ” he lets out tightly, enunciating each syllable. Equally annoyed but willing to make a point.

“Wanna watch me?” you goad, smug as the tips of his ears redden.

Instead of brushing it off, Wonwoo takes the bait.

“Yeah I do,” he says, one hand leaving your hair, guiding the tip of his cock across the seam of your lips, letting out a humorless laugh when your tongue reaches out to meet it on instinct. “Wanna watch while you suck my cock because you’re a good girl.”

He lets you take the head, teeth grinding under the dig of your tongue into the slit. But any attempt to take more is punished with another tug of your hair. Until his hand circles your throat and he pulls you off completely.

“Right, Y/N?”

The praise goes straight to your head, breath stunted. You barely nod before Wonwoo moves his hips forward again, slowly resuming their previous rhythm at the promise of seeing you put on a show. Two fingers slip in with ease, disappointment bubbling when the stretch doesn’t come anywhere close to his but you’ll play along for now if it means getting to feel his cum on your tongue.

Wet, messy noises echo in the room. You hollow your cheeks, hand acting as a bumper while letting his cock kiss the back of your throat. Wonwoo’s hips stutter when you swallow around him. The tension in his muscles doubles your effort, set on the satisfaction of making him cum from just your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Wonwoo hisses, pulling you off.

Wonwoo hauls you up into the bed, aggressively crowding you towards the pillows. The cool sheets sting against your back, but you focus on getting another fist around his cock. Wonwoo intercepts your plans before you can make it below his navel. He pins the offending appendage next to your head; grip loose enough you could break if you wanted, but the tease of his dominance turns you on even more and it's not long before he has both hands above your head, and a disapproving look on his face.

“If you don’t want me to come on your thigh, I suggest keeping your hands to yourself,” he states, leaning towards the bedside table, searching for a condom.

“Didn’t think you’d be that easy,” you bite back. Planting your feet on the bed, your hips grind up into his.

“Says the woman who begged for my cock,” Wonwoo grinds out, flattening his chest into yours, teasing with exactly what you asked for.

You're suddenly hit by how much stronger Wonwoo is than you. Able to have your entire body pinned like it’s nothing while working the condom on at the same time. You knew he worked out, broad shoulders and narrow waist giving him away; but having that strength used you sends a swirl of butterflies through your stomach.

Wonwoo resorts to ripping open the packet with his teeth, hips easing up to quickly roll it down his length. He rubs himself through your folds, collecting the wetness and repeatedly tapping himself to your clit. You’re about to flip him around and take matters into your own hands when he catches on your entrance and presses home in a slow thrust.

He slides deep. Deeper than Seungcheol, deeper than anyone you’ve ever been with. You barely get a chance to savor it before he’s moving, wasting no time before working up a pace meant to drive you both mad.

“Shit,” you curse.

Wonwoo huffs into your neck, tongue tracing the shell of your ear. “Yeah? Feel good?”

“Soooo good.”

Wonwoo lets go of your hands, tangling one the sheets, the other searching for the top of the metal headboard. The change in position folds you in half, giving him the leverage to fuck as deep as possible. Finding your hands free, one claws at his back, leaving bright red lines in its wake. The other grabs for his ass, squeezing the muscle there, helping him press forward. His balls clapping against the swell of your ass drives you closer to hysteria.

Your second orgasm rushes forward, resting on his lips finding yours. The connection is bruising, all teeth and tongues. The hand on his ass falls to play with yourself and Wonwoo breaks away to watch.

“Like that, Y/N?” Wonwoo bites, whispering right into your ear. “Fuck, you're so tight, baby.”

His words only add to the inferno. The need to come overwhelms you, demanding satisfaction to the point it hurts. But you need more. Needs something you can’t name and only Wonwoo can give.

Frustration twists your features, eyebrows furrowed and mouth tense. Almost as if he senses your oncoming tantrum, Wonwoo drops more of his weight, pressing you into the mattress and filling you to the brink.

“Be a good girl,” Wonwoo coos, hip punctuating each word while his teeth tug at your earlobe. “Come for me.”

His permission is the key. Bombs explode behind your eyelids, cascading colors against the black and white. Loud moans rush from your throat to fill his room, muscles locked, body convulsing with endorphins. You want to kiss him again, until you can’t breathe, until you stop needing oxygen and adapt to survive on the taste of his mouth.

Wonwoo must feel the same, meeting you in a lazy kiss, too fucked out to put in more effort. He swallows every whimper, the syllables of his name while he fucks you through your high. The wetness smeared between your bodies echoes all the motions, his pistoning hips driving more and more from your worn cunt.

His own high rushes for him at light speed. Pulling back, he rests his forehead against yours. You burn the last bit of energy you possess to open your eyes and find his. Wonwoo’s face is tight as a thin sheen of sweat covers his body. All you want now is to see him cum, give him as much pleasure as he’s given you. Reaching up, your lips brush his ear one last time.

“Wanna feel you come,” you sigh. “Please, Woo.”

The responding groan signals success. His hips stutter forward, a deep grunt bursts from his chest. If you weren’t exhausted, you’d demand to go again; to fuck him again and again just to see the twitch of his lips as he empties himself into you, the grind of his teeth, and shudder of his chest. But Wonwoo gives one more hard drive of his hips before collapsing, completely spent.

You don't know how long you stay like that, drifting in and out of consciousness as sweat dries, and your thighs becoming uncomfortably sticky. When Wonwoo moves to pull out, a surprising whine rips from your throat.

“Shower?” he asks, husky voice breaking the lingering silence.

You finally crack an eye open at Wonwoo’s voice, and find him looking at you with soft eyes. Uh oh. Warning bells fire but you’re too tired to care. A shower sounds lovely.

Wonwoo hauls you up, leading you into his small bathroom. The water in the shower is already running, steam escaping the stall as he ushers you under. The scratches at his back contrast brightly against his pale skin, a few bite marks spattered across his chest. You know you look equally debauched but the lull of warm water calms any concerns. The silence is comfortable, thick as you move like zombies. Wonwoo passes his body wash without a word, moving to shampoo his hair. Swapping between the brutally frigid air and the comforting warm water under the shower head, you both race to finish up quickly. Once satisfied, Wonwoo shuts off the faucet and grabs the towels from the hook on the wall. He hands you one before stepping out to dry himself. A spare toothbrush waits on the counter when you exit the stall.

Wonwoo leaves first, heading back to his room to dress. It gives you the opportunity to look in the mirror for the first time. Your skin glows, both from the steam and Wonwoo’s attention. Across your throat, bruises cluster like a necklace, splotches of darkness maring the skin. Unfolding the towel, you find more littered across your breasts, and an impressive one on the inside of your thigh.

After the shock fades, exhaustion creeps back in. It had to be far into the early hours of the morning. You hope Mingyu stayed with Lisa at your shared apartment. Having to face Wonwoo in the morning was enough horror, but if Mingyu heard anything then you would never be able to look him in the eye again despite having heard your roommate and him more times than you can count.

Returning to Wonwoo’s room, you see him already under the covers, spread out on his stomach with his face squashed into the pillow. On his desk sits a tshirt and a pair of old shorts. Hanging the towel up in his bathroom, you snag the shirt and pull it on.

Finding your pants, you fish out your phone and see the time: 3:47AM. A few missed calls from Amina, several dozen texts from the group chat, and one from Lisa that reads “You better not be where I think you are” clutter the screen.

There's no point in arguing the accusation. She has your location, you know she checked it before she went to bed. And in the morning you’ll have to answer every inane question that pops into her head. But for now, you need to sleep.

Sliding open the group text, you send a quick “I'm alive, see u in the morning for brunch?” tossing your phone aside.

Your head hits the pillow and you’re out like a light.

The dream you’re lost in is lovely. A faceless figure bends you over a desk, your heated face pressed against the glossy wood. Naked as the day you were born, nothing protecting your nipples from rubbing against the cold surface, hardening until you hiss from sensitivity. Large warm palms massage your ass, hands pushing upwards, lightly parting the cheeks to give him more leverage to lick at your leaking hole. You can feel him moan, echoing your own sounds of pleasure as he indulges. One hand finds its way back to his head, fingers tangling in his short hair, holding him in place as you rise on tiptoes to move against his mouth. He feels familiar but it doesn’t matter who he is, more so what he plans to do. Just as a thumb swipes against your other hole, pulling a shocked gasp from your lips, it all comes crashing down.

You claw at the tendrils of pleasure slipping past to no avail. Harsh whispers outside your door pull you awake as they gain volume. It isn’t out of the ordinary to hear snippets of your roommates’ conversations as they pass down the hall towards their own rooms. Having the first room off the kitchen was the sacrifice you made to have a bigger closet and a better view. Usually though, Lisa and Amina had the decency to not have a full blowout so early, and on a weekend no less.

As the whispers crescendo into a one sided screaming match, you make out Lisa and Mingyu’s voices on the other side of the thin wood.

“Mingyu if you don’t move out of my way there will be TWO BODIES TO CLEAN UP.”

Lisa is pissed, using a tone of voice saved for rare occasions. Occasions you rarely witnessed Mingyu be on the receiving end of. Whatever he had done, he better pray Lisa forgives him. He also better pray you forgive him for working Lisa’s temper up so early in the morning.

“Shut the fuck up!” you yell, voice thick with sleep, refusing to open your eyes against the light trickling in from the window above. Snuggling deeper in the soft covers, you try to force yourself back asleep, hoping to reunite with the anonymous dream man.

When did the window get above your bed?

You shoot up, instantly regretting the decision. Splinters of pain shoot behind your left eye causing you to collapse back into the pillows to find reprieve. The grumble next to you sends your heart racing.

“I’m going to kill her,” a gravely male voice threatens.

Turning on your side, you brave the torturous sunlight to catch Wonwoo’s profile. His face is scrunched in annoyance, eyes shut as he too tries to get lost in the blankets. He drags the comforter over your heads, pulling you towards him to hide in the curve of your throat.

It all comes rushing back. Going home with him, your dirty deeds, the shared shower. You beg the powers that be to kill you when you remember how you begged with embarrassing ease.

Outside his door, Lisa bellows and forces the door open; sending it cracking against the wall with the force.

The blanket rips down, uncovering who's hiding underneath. She only manages to pull it below your shoulder before you and Wonwoo realize what's happening and clutch at the fabric. Thank god you both are wearing clothes.

“What the fuck?” Wonwoo’s voice is acidic as he looks to Mingyu over Lisa’s head. Mingyu at least has the decency to look apologetic as Lisa acts like an overly concerned mother who just found her daughter with a boy in her bed.

“See? Y/N is alive, we can leave now,” Mingyu tries in vain to placate his girlfriend. Lisa snatches her hand away from him when he attempts to pull her out of Wonwoo’s room.

Lisa’s eyes take in your tousled hair, the bruises at both your necks, the clothes littered on the floor haphazardly. She isn’t stupid, she knows exactly what has happened. Lisa also knows Wonwoo wouldn’t take advantage of you, but she is still protective nonetheless. The amused look spreading across her face nearly sends you out the window and to the cement several stories below.

“Oh my god, are you fifteen?” Her question is pointed at Wonwoo, catching the string of hickies marking your neck.

“How about you get the fuck out of my room?” Wonwoo bites, raising his voice. He burrows under your chin, dragging the blanket over his head once again.

“We’ll talk about this later!” Lisa calls as Mingyu finally drags her out the door, her voice is muffled by the slam of it shutting but you clearly hear her yell, “Brunch is in an hour!”

Finally left alone, you mind races to prepare for the interrogation waiting for you. Wonwoo appears to be unaware of any such troubles. Cuddling down into the swell of your breasts, he’s already trailing back towards sleep.

Despite yourself, the hand stuck under him rises up to gently trace shapes across the expanse of his back. The warm skin lulls you into a trance as the memories from the hours prior replay.

“Are you sure I can stay?” A deep yawn warps your voice. You’re already halfway under the covers, hoping he doesn’t change his mind. If you have to stay awake any longer you’ll have a meltdown.

“Yes.” His face is still pushed into his pillow, voice distorted by the barrier and slurred with his sleep. “Now shut up and sleep.”

And you do just that. Shocking, given you’re a horrible bed partner; tossing and turning most of the night, waking frequently. Seungcheol experienced many grumpy mornings courtesy of your poor sleep hygiene after a sleepover. But in Wonwoo’s bed, your restlessness decides to take the night off, allowing you to sleep like a rock.

It can’t have been more than a couple hours before you awake again. Despite the short snooze, you’re more rested than you’ve been in months. Stretching with a yawn, you find what roused you awake.

Somehow Wonwoo found you in his sleep, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, body firm against your back. He’s hot skin and hard muscle, the tent in his boxers sliding roughly across the naked skin of your thighs. Cursing yourself for forgoing the shorts he laid out, you try and twist away only for Wonwoo’s length to settle between the dip of your ass.

You freeze solid. Listening to the sound of his breathing stop then even out once again. Waiting to confirm he’s still asleep, you try moving away again only for his hips to press against you once you wiggle against him. Body acting on its own, your spine curls, sending your ass back into his crotch.

And then Wonwoo’s arm around your waist flexes and he thrusts forward.

Shit.

“Can I help you?” he asks, face buried somewhere between your shoulder blades, nose tracing your spine until he finds the bare skin of your neck to leave heated gossamer kisses.

There’s nothing left to lose. You’ve already fucked. Wonwoo face to face with your most intimate parts, and you the same. You begged him to cum inside you for Christ's sake. Giving another curl of your hips, you decide to meet his challenge.

“Can you?” you whisper into the darkness, eyes sliding close again as a tired breath leaves your nose. It's less of a goad, and more of a subtle beg for his attention.

Wonwoo drags the hand wrapped around your waist downward, wedging it between your thighs gently. You’re already wet from the brief movements against one another. He wastes no time, immediately framing your clit with two fingers, teasing friction to warm you up. The first twitch into his hand has his fingers dropping, pushing into your entrance as you parts your legs to make more room. His movements are sluggish but he placates your want the best he can.

One of your hands slides under the covers, moving behind your back to grab him. The unmistakable heat greets you through the fabric of his underwear. His breath stutters against your back, his chest pressed tightly against your back like a second skin. Wonwoo jerks forward through your fist, clothed tip prodding against the soft curve of your ass when you reach the base.

Continuing to move just like that, you both are more than content to get off like this, much too tired to put in any real effort. But when you push down his boxer just enough to feel the hot velvet skin of his tip against the dip of your spine, leaking from light touches, Wonwoo decides he wants more. Needs more.

He pushes your hand away, directing himself between your legs, resting his tip at your entrance. With shallow thrusts forward, he lets himself catch on the ring of muscle just inside, barely parting your walls. The thought of him returning deep inside you, condom nowhere to be found, makes you drool. At some point Wonwoo’s hand finds your waist again, this time under the fabric of the flimsy t-shirt. The thick cotton bunches across your breasts, teasing your sensitive nipples while his hand splays between and pulls you against him.

You have half a mind to let him fuck you like this, raw, half asleep, tucked under the covers in the silence of his room. The other half blares with sirens and red lights flashing DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!

The louder part of your brain, the one that sounds suspiciously like when Amina scolded you for not using condoms with Seungcheol after getting an IUD, wins.

It takes all the strength you possess to break the trance Wonwoo has. His lips have taken to mouthing at the back of your neck, his nose tracing the notches of your spine while his tongue sends goosebumps blooming.

“Condom.” you finally manage to breathe out, voice pushing past the thick blanket of lust and fatigue.

The hand on your chest flies off, moving in the direction of the bedside table. Within seconds Wonwoo wraps himself in the latex and pushes inside.

The stretch is perfect, muscles already accommodating his languid thrusts inside you. His hips are tucked tightly along your ass, barely a sliver of space between your bodies. One of Wonwoo’s hands reaches back under your shirt to thumb your sore nipples, letting a heavy flesh rest in his palm. The arm propped under your head reaches out, Wonwoo’s fingers twisting in the pillow cases. The web of veins and muscles flex with each cant, almost ripping the fabric of the sheet apart when you clench around him.

As if having a mind of its own, a hand trails up his neck, cradling the back of his head and tangling in short locks of hair. Wonwoo hitches his chin over your shoulder, leaning forward to moan right into your ear. Your other hand takes the abandoned post at your clit, determined to make yourself cum and pass back out in the next five minutes.

Unlike the explosions earlier, your orgasm crawls up slowly, bubbling to the surface in a smooth simmer. Your thighs tighten, twitching as the pot boils over and melting you into Wonwoo’s chest. He follows you over the edge quickly, hips continuing their fluid rhythm until they stutter against your ass; shuddering breaths leaving his chest, a quiet groan of satisfaction punctuating his content. You can’t move even if your life depends on it, heaviness settling in your muscles like concrete.

You're already descending back into the realm of dreams when Wonwoo slips away.

Wonwoo’s soft snores jolt you back. You’re far too awake to try joining him. And you can’t just stay in his room forever. Glancing around the room, you devise an escape plan. Wonwoo’s position doesn’t lend any subtlety, any effort to move from under him requires you to lift his entire weight.

You sit still for another minute, contemplating the potential pros and cons if he is awake to see you run, away from the sanctuary of his room and into the reality sitting beyond the door. Precisely as you decide to deal with whatever teasing he’ll no doubt hurl your way, Wonwoo shifts, burrowing back into the pillow on his side to provide easy access. Waiting with bated breath, you’re relieved when the muscles of his back expand with a deep inhale as he settles in slumber once again.

Springing out of bed, you collect your phone and wrinkled clothes. The shocking level of cleanliness and organization the room possesses for a man his age aids your quest. However, your underwear appears to be a lost cause. With haste, you search under the bed, eyes scouring the area around his desk, even sneaking a quick glance back towards him to see if the missing garment is mixed with the pillows. All is fruitless as the bright pink garments have disappeared, gone without a trace.

After slipping on your pants with impressive speed, you're out of his bedroom and into the hallway. Body on autopilot, you tiptoe towards the front door.

The cracked door of Mingyu’s room where Lisa is no doubt waiting to ambush lingers just ahead. You don’t dare to breathe as you breeze past and ruin her plans. The heavy metal of the front door groans at your pull, tensing as noise echoes in the hallway behind you. You’re swift, slipping between the crack in the door frame and into the stairwell before Lisa can even call out your name. By the time Lisa is able to pull the front door back open, you’re down the stairs and halfway through the lobby, beelining for the busy street outside.

Everyone on the street can tell you’re taking a walk of shame; their judgment burning into your skull with each step closer to home. The tale tell signs are clear as day: messy hair, t-shirt clearly belonging to someone else, eyes downcast as you move along the congested sidewalk of a Saturday morning. The only solace is the neck of Wonwoo's shirt covering a majority of the marks staining your skin.

You don’t breathe until you round the block of your apartment. Thankfully the lobby is empty and so is the elevator as you ride up in stifling silence. Slipping through the crack of the sliding doors, you rush the remaining distance and finally find your way into sanctuary.

The door clicks shut, and the dull thud of your head meeting metal rings a second later; the cool melt against the sweat on your brow is a lovely reprieve.

The sound of a throat clearing down the hall less so.

Glaring over your shoulder, you find Amina leaning over the kitchen island, an eyebrow cocked inquisitively. Lisa clearly informed her of the morning's findings.

Her lips twitch with humor, choking out, “Have a good night?”

“Shut up,” you grumble, launching off the door and to your room. Sharp laughter meets your back.

Hiding away in the bathroom, you cloak yourself in steam and scrub away any remnants of the night. Starting with the piney smell of Wonwoo’s body wash.

You run through the facts despite wanting nothing more than forgetting the entire ordeal.

Fact: Wonwoo isn’t as horrible as Seungcheol made you believe.

Opinion: He’s still infuriating.

Fact: You slept with Wonwoo.

Opinion: It wasn’t half bad.

Fact: You won’t do it again.

Thirty minutes later, the hot water runs out and you’re forced back into reality.

She can’t look in the mirror, knowing exactly what you’ll see. The proof that can’t be scrubbed away, the proof that the you let Wonwoo fuck you silly, and that you wouldn’t mind if it happened again.

Some time later, hidden amongst the piles of blankets littering your bed, you mope. The hood of your sweatshirt tied tightly around your head leaving only your face visible. The TV hums with the drunk gibberish of the reality tv show cast as they laugh and cry over something innocuous.

A soft knock on the door breaks your focus, Amina appearing in the opening.

“Are you still coming to breakfast?” She asks.

“Don’t feel good.”

“Y/N,” Amina sighs, sitting on the edge of your bed. “It’s not that bad.”

You almost swallow your tongue. Of all your friends, Amina dislikes Wonwoo the most. She’s polite as she can be for Lisa and Mingyu’s sake, but everyone knows they get on as well as fire and water.

“Who are you?” you question, eyes widening at the impersonator perched at your feet.

Amina cackles in response, and you can’t help but join.

“You had fun, right?” Amina asks, waiting for your nod before continuing.“Okay, then who cares?”

“You don’t?”

“No,” Amina sighs. “You’ve been…”

She pauses, weighing her next words. “...down, since Seungcheol left. Maybe this is what you needed to get back out there.”

You start to object but fail to find any evidence against her claim. Seungcheol leaving turned your world upside down. You couldn’t hate him. It wasn’t like he didn’t try to make things work. But there was nothing for you in Seattle, just like there was nothing for him in New York. Other than each other. Somehow it’s much harder when no one is to blame other than unchangeable circumstances.

Amina rubs your knee over the covers. “It’s not my business who you sleep with. Unless you bring him here and I hear you, then I reserve the right to kill you both.”

“Trust me, it won’t be happening again.”

“Why?” Now it’s Amina’s turn to be shocked. “Was it that bad?”

“No!” You blurt, face heating at the sudden outburst. “It was just a one time thing. Get it out of the system.”

Amina hums. Silence falling between you.

“So… was he better than Seungcheol?” Amina asks like she doesn’t care either way but you know she’s curious. She heard enough times about the lack of chemistry between you and Seungcheol for to have a vested interest in your sex life.

Truthfully, he was. The best experience with Seungcheol paled in comparison next to your night with Wonwoo.

Taking silence as an answer, Amina stands.

“Get dressed. Eva is already on the way here to pick us up.”

She leaves with out another word.

Across town, Wonwoo contemplates the ramifications of murder.

The morning after a night like his should have him walking around like the sun shined out of his ass. Instead, the most annoying person in the city chose to rain on his parade. That person is coincidentally his best friend's girlfriend.

If it hadn’t been for Lisa’s shouts this morning, he’s more than confident you would have agreed to a repeat of the nights events. Maybe even two or three if he was lucky.

But no, you sprinted from his bed the second he feigned sleep. Watching through barely cracked eyes, he almost broke his cover when you nearly fell head first into the door knob, hastily trying to pull your pants up and walk at the same time.

Wonwoo let you go, no snide comments or crude remarks. He knew if he wanted you to return to his bed then the best way was to bite his tongue. Goading had worked the first time, now he’d have to let your curiosity get the better of you. You would come back sooner or later, and he'd be ready when it happened.

He’d given you a few minutes to find your way out, hoping you avoided Lisa and saved you both the embarrassment. The slam of the front door and lack of screaming informed him of your success. Wanting to make sure you were long gone before he exited his room, Wonwoo took his time brushing his teeth. Catching himself in the mirror, his reflection gave a self-satisfied smirk. The stain of your teeth and lips contrasted against his skin and his back stung along the raised red welts from your nails.

Flicking off the light, Wonwoo heads towards back to his room. Lisa will demand audience sooner or later and it's better if he rips the bandaid off now. In his peripheral, a swatch of pale pink fabric tucked underneath one of the legs of his dresser catches his attention. Ducking down, he puls at the stretch of cotton. Lifting them up to inspect the out of place garment, Wonwoo finds himself face to face with your panties. He huffs a laugh before crumbling them in his hand, and tossing them in the hamper on the way out of his room.

Lisa waits for him at the dining table; commanding the head seat like a mob boss.

From her perch, she watches him with keen interest that makes his bowl of cereal taste like mush. Mingyu already excused himself to take a shower before Wonwoo sat down, attempting to avoid the ensuing blow out.

Every question is answered with one word answers or dismissive grunts. Even Lisa’s attempts to bait him into unrelated arguments roll off. Lisa chisels away at any sign of weakness but Wonwoo refuses to give her the satisfaction of seeing him squirm. It’s none of her business. Even if you’re her best friend.

Wonwoo counts his blessings when a call comes through her phone, the vibration on the table interrupting her attempt to burn a hole through his skull. Lisa rises to answer, pacing the kitchen while the feminine voice coming out the receiver chatters on. She ducks her head into Mingyu’s room, bidding him farewell. As she passes Wonwoo again on her way out, she gives him another furious look to let him know she isn’t done with their “conversation”.

To rub salt in the wound, Wonwoo sends her off with an overly friendly smile and a wiggle of his fingers. He wipes down his face when the door slam shuts, shoulders dropping. He knew hooking up with you might cause problems. He didn’t know they would become evident so quickly, but problems nonetheless.

Worth it, he thinks

The look on her face when she came for him made anything Lisa planned to throw his worth the price.

Wonwoo didn’t care what any of them had to say, you both were grown adults. He wanted to sleep with and you wanted to sleep with him. End of conversation. Anyone else’s opinion meant nothing.

And if things go the way he thinks they will, he’ll get to see you in his bed again.

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yourfavhoesblog · 6 months

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"Taste your loss"

Top Dom! dazai x Bttm Sub! Male reader

Dazai notices the hickeys on your body and smirks even wider. "Did you enjoy yourself?" He asks teasingly, his fingers trailing lightly over one of the marks left behind by his lips.

"What happened last night?" You rubbed your sore eyes.

Dazai's smirk turns into a soft chuckle. "Oh, you mean when we spent the entire night making love?" He teases, his hand finding its way to your inner thigh. "I think you enjoyed it quite a bit."

"You're just one of the few people i hooked up with." You roll your eyes

"Is that so?"

Dazai retorts playfully, his hand squeezing your thigh gently. "Well, maybe I should make it worth your while to spend more nights with me."

With a satisfied smirk, Dazai leans in closer to you once again, his lips brushing against yours softly. "I think I could make you quite addicted to my touch,"

"As if" *You scoff*

Dazais eyes closed as he chuckled.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Sure the first one to cum does whatever the other one wants"

"Deal"

"But i doubt you'll beat me"

"What if i do?"

"How will you?"

Dazai's eyes flash with amusement at your challenge. "I intend to prove it to you," he whispers huskily before pressing his lips against yours in a slow, passionate kiss.

As their lips meet and their tongues dance together, you can feel Dazai's hardness against your thigh.

"I think we both know who will be the one addicted," Dazai murmurs between kisses.

As the passionate kiss deepens, you can feel his heart racing. Dazai's hand slowly moves up his thigh, stopping just short of his erection. With a soft moan, Dazai pulls away from the kiss for a moment to gaze into your eyes once more.

"What?"

"Nothing," Dazai replies, his voice thick with desire. "Let's test our limits, shall we?" With that, he resumes his slow ascent up your legs, his fingers finally wrapping around your erection.

As you let out a soft moan, Dazai smirks. His fingers start to move in a gentle massage around your shaft, and in no time at all, the other man is panting and squirming beneath him.

Dazai grins wolfishly, his breath hot against your neck.

"You're not making this easy on me," he murmurs before increasing the intensity of his touch, his thumb brushing lightly against the head of your cock.

You gasps softly as Dazai's thumb teases the sensitive skin at the tip of his cock.

"But i do enjoy making things difficult for you," he breathes, his voice hoarse with desire.

"Shut up and fuck me already"

Dazai's eyebrows arch up in surprise at your demand, but he doesn't hesitate for a moment. With a smooth motion, he guides your cock into his mouth, taking him deep into his throat.

As you squirm beneath him, Dazai's tongue swirls around the tip of your cock, causing him to pant even harder. The bigger man teases him mercilessly, sucking and licking until you are trembling with need.

Dazai smirks against your cock. "You're trying so hard not to cum, aren't you?" He murmurs, pulling back to look at your flushed face. "I'm impressed," he adds with a chuckle.

Without warning, Dazai pushes you flat onto the desk, following him down and trapping his legs between his own. With his other hand, he reaches over to grab a tube of lubricant from the nightstand.

Dazai takes a deep breath before leaning forward and guiding his erect cock towards your entrance. As he pushes slowly inside, your eyes roll back in his head, and he lets out a long, low moan.

With each pass of his finger, Dazai increases the intensity of his touch, working his way deeper inside you until he's stretching him to his limits. Once he's confident that your is ready, he pulls back and positions himself at the other man's entrance.

With every inch that he slides inside, Dazai watches intently, and your expressions change from surprised pleasure to pure bliss. He starts rocking his hips slowly, feeling the tight heat of your body grip fitting his cock like a glove.

As you begin to adjust to his size, Dazai picks up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into his lover's tight hole.

With each thrust, he watches as your face contorts in pleasure, his moans spilling into the room.Unable to contain his own desire any longer, Dazai reaches down and grabs your small cock, beginning to stroke in time with his thrusts.

The dual stimulation is too much for you, and you cry out, arching your back off the desk.

"W-wait, stop -"

"But where's the fun in that?" Smirking at your pathetic cries, Dazai continues his rough sex, determined to bring his lover to the brink of insanity. He bites down on his lower lip, trying to hold back his own moan and failing miserably.

"Im not gonna..- cum"

"Oh, but you will," Dazai smirks, his voice low and seductive. "I won't stop until you're screaming my name." With that, he picks up the pace, slamming into your prostate with each thrust."How cute," Dazai murmurs, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

He leans down to capture your lips in a brutal kiss, dominating the much smaller man.Feeling your inner walls beginning to pulse around him, Dazai knows he's close to reaching his goal. With a sharp cry, he slams into you over and over, watching as the other man's eyes roll back into his head.

With a wicked grin, Dazai slows his thrusts, teasing you and prolonging his excitement. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" he asks, his voice heavy with sexual tension.Chuckling, Dazai picks up the pace again, pounding into your tight channel.

You shook your head no, but he already knew the answer

"Lie to me all you want," his fingers digging into your hips. "But I can feel it building inside you."With one final thrust, Dazai pushes deep inside you, feeling the other man's hot liquid coating his cock. He holds still, savoring the moment as your body quakes beneath him.

"I won't lose!"

"Oh, but you already have," Dazai says with a smirk, pulling out slowly and watching as your semen drips from his cock. He reaches down to catch some on his finger and brings it up to your mouth.

"Taste your loss."

With a cruel smirk, Dazai pushes your face down onto his finger, watching as the other man obediently licks the sticky fluid off.

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megantheestallion-ismypresident · 1 month

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Sitting on JJK Men's face

"Do you want to sit on his face?!!"

☆ Gojo, geto, nanami, Toji, Sukuna, choso, megumi, yuji, yuta.

Warning ⚠️: smut, pussy eating, face sitting, face riding.

Satoru gojo

● At first, you were scared of sitting on his face thinking you would probably crush him, but honestly, that's really what he wants for you to crush him while eats your pussy as he kitten licks your clit as you moan begging for more. He could spend hours teasing your cunt, hearing how your pretty voice babble his name you grinding on his tongue desperately to cum on his mouth just for him to stop at times as he smirks at the heat of your pussy.

Your pussy was yearing for an orgasm from how many times gojo has teased not making you cum. "This pussy is so fucking prettyy~ mmhh all mine." Gojo groaned as he grips on your ass so you can stop squirming. Gojo looks up, seeing your heavy breathing as his beautiful blue eyes watching you fall apart on his tongue. "Aww what's the matter sweetheart can't take it?~" Gojo teases buy his words her just soft mumbles since his mouth is still caught up in your throbbing cunt on his lips as he makes out with your pussy.

"Gojo, baby please can I cum I'm so close!!~" you exclaimed as the room was filled with moans slipping from your lips. Gojo ignored your pleas as he was being crushed happily between your thighs, gojo teasing you clit with his tongue before slurping and smashing at your slick. He loves the feeling of you tugging on his white hair begging to cum as his deep groans fall between your pussy as he buries himself deeper in your warm cunt.

" You're not getting off that easy princess, you cum when I let you, but now let me enjoy this~"

Geto Suguru

● Sex with geto is amazing but you wanted to spice it up a bit you always told him you wanted to sit on his face as he eats your cunt but you thought he wouldn't want to until he agreed.

"Oh, C'mon baby, sit on my face, use it like a chair.. take off your panties." Geto whispers in your ears, sending shivers to run down your spine as he slowly pulls down your short skirt.

" I mean, you don't have to. I mean, I wasn't being that serious." You said flustered as he looks up to you as he kneels down your pussy.

" I'm not kidding. I want you to sit on me... I wanna taste that pussy~"

Geto tugged down your panties, leaving them on the ground next to your skirt. Geto is very precise when it comes to eating your pussy he's very soft and gentle but he always makes you feel satisfied again and again.

Geto hoisted you up as you hover over his face as he lips touched your wet pussy as you let out a moan as his head was squished between your thick plush thighs as he enjoys the taste of your bare cunt. Humming against your pussy he press kisses to your thighs as tugg on long, dark hair as smiles softly as he goes deeper in your pussy as his arms strongly holding to your hips so you can stop moving against him. You were in a trance state enjoying his lips to you clit as he sucks, and nibbles, as you scream in ecstasy as your voice breaks. His hair ticking against your thigh as you let out a hight pitched squirm moan as geto laughs into your cunt.

" My baby has the best pussy in the world, heh." Geto praises as he slurps at your juices, hads wrapped around your thighs to keep you still as he continues his assault on your pussy. Your hands run through his head as you let out another moan feeling the sensation.

"AH~ AH~! Geto it's too much I'm about cum!!" You exclaimed as geto head was still buried into your thighs as he was slurping up the juices of your cunt.

"I know,baby it's too much but you can't take it like the slut you are, yeah?" Geto lightly demanded as you grinding against his tongue.

" Yes, I can hold on a little longer, geto~baby." You pant as you squirmed against him as he chuckles lowly against your clit sending vibrations.

"Good girl~"

Nanami Kento

●Nanami was always too busy with work to even please you or worry about your needs, You always plead and beg him to let you sit on his face, but he would always dismisses it until he had enough and gave you what you wanted.

Honestly, this man wants all you weight on his face like suffocate him until he'd not breathing he would be very disappointed if you wouldn't. Nanami cups your thighs as you pull you down onto him, immediately stuffing face in your pussy, he's so so sensual about it, slowly licking your pussy tasting all the juices soaking up your clit to your entrance, he mostly definitely will male out with your clit. He's so lost in your pussy as a whole bunch of spit as he gobbles into you. As you grind down on his face but he always stops you. He told you he would be doing all the work he's more focus on pleasing you then himself.

Nanami was getting annoyed by the constant hovering as you were grinding slowly on his tongue as he slowly licked up the juices.

"Stop hovering. Do you want me to tie you up?" Nanami grunts against your pussy as you were feeling an orgasm coming up.

"Nanami I'm boutta cum, I'm so fucking close!~" you yelled out as moans were the only noise you can heat in the room.

"I know, baby I'll let you cum in a minute."

Toji fushiguro

●This man loves him some pussy after a long day all he wants is to eat you out for his please while sit on his face, making you orgasm so he could relax in between your thighs. Toji's huge hands squeeze at the flesh of your ass, dragging his tongue as grinding on his tongue as you sit on his face - thighs twitching his cock twitching in his pants. You felt toji warm breath sigh against your clit licking and slurping the juices, pulling away for your cunt making a loud 'pop' "God you're doing so well for me, baby." Toji lowly grunts as he dips between your legs again, exploring his tongue against your pussy as he swirls around your clit as you felt creaming in his mouth, as you kept squirming as your thighs were about to close but toji was way stronger than you, keeping your legs wide open as he lewdly drags and flicks your sensitive bud, he watches you with his heavy eyes seeing the way you moan in pleasure. "Shit- you're doing so well for me baby, might just get you pregnant~"

Ryomen Sukuna

● Sukuna loves it when you sit in his face like, and no, he doesn't mean 'hover' like sitting on his face like a chair, suffocating him for all he cares with your thighs. He doesn't care how heavy you are. He's literally the kings of curses, and he can handle anything. Sukuna isn't the gentle type he's the type to eat your pussy until you pass out, toes curled and everything. Sukuna's mouth on your pussy was very greedy cleaning up every inch with his eager tongue. He wasted no time dipping his tongue deep in your folds, licking them up and down as you let out a sweet moan. He absolutely hates it when you squirm. Locking his arms around your thighs. Sloppily eating your cunt, spits on it. His tongue is real deep into your walls, not wasting any drop.

He almost has you passing you out nearly making you cum. He pushes your thighs so you can stop squirming for the thousandth time. "Stop squirming woman, your making it harder for yourself, brat~."

Choso Kamo

● This poor baby was so scared when he started eating your pussy while you sat on his face. He started blushing like crazy. He ate your pussy like he was scared of hurting you, but he's surprisingly good at it he was very obsessed with your pussy. He Gave soft kisses to your clit, licking your clit to your entrance like a popsicle on a hot summer day. You told him to go faster, and once he started, oh, he's never going back.

●the way he eats your pussy like a starved man, he eats like he's in a rush, as he moans in your pussy as he whimpers against your clit all the wet spit on your pussy. "Baby, do you feel good? Am I making you feel good, babe?"

Megumi Fushiguro

● Megumi is mostly worried about your pleasure he wants to make you feel good. His head squished between your thick thighs as you grind your cunt on his tongue making his eye's roll at the pretty noises you make. "Does it feel good?" Megumi asks he continues his assault on your pussy.

●"Yeah- fuck, keep going, just like that megumi." You beg as megumi mumbles something under his breath as he buries his head into your thighs, the low tone of his voice sending vibrations to your clit as your hips twitch as your fingers run through the megumi's dark spiky hair as your whole clenched against his tongue. You teased him as you as you trail your fingers rubbing your thighs and spreading your wet folds as you moaned so lewdly as he dives right back in, megumi wanted to feel how hard his cock was as he felt the twitch almost leaking through his pants.

Megumi watched how hot you looked panting, a moaning mess, hair sticking to your foreheads of your sweat, riding on his tongue desperately wanting to cum on his tongue and taste your pretty, sweet, juices. It felt so intoxicated to him, and he felt so eager from every grind

Megumi tasted your sticky juices as he laps at your clit, his fingers tightening and squeezing your thighs so he can push his tongue even further past through your folds. All you can hear his wet squelching noises as he fucks your pussy, he was so pussy drunk he lazily looked up at you as your hips grind against his face.

"Fuck this is the best pussy I've ever eating, fuck!- I wanna make you cum." Megumi deeply grunts desire lacing through his words as his voice trembles as his tongue split through your folds slurping up the wet juiced between them and dragging his tongue to your sensitive spot.

"So goddamn pretty, I love the way you use me to make yourself feel good, baby. we don't have to stop? I wanna you to cum till you can't no more~."

Yuji itadori

● Honestly, when you told yuji that you wanted to his on his face, he was shocked and eager to pleas you and have you sit on his face. "Oh, C'mon,babe. Just let me taste you." Yuji said as on his knees below from you. You weren't too sure if this was a good idea since yuji has been constantly begging you to sit his face since you gave him the idea. "Oh, C'mon, pretty please? For me?" Ugh, fuck why does he have to be so goddamn cute. "Ok, fine." You agree as you look at you with those excited puppy dog eyes. You lowered yourself down onto his mouth. Yuji placed an iron grip to your thighs to hold you in place. "Wow! You want this more than I d- AH!" You cut yourself off as yuji sucks on your folds as you squirm in place as you moan so loudly at the pleasure of his skilled tongue, making you feel lightheaded.

"Yuji- Oh my gosh yuji slow down, please l." You pleaded, but yuji wasn't listening he was so mesmerized by your pussy as he pushed his tongue in to you deeply, leaving you shaking and whining as he squeezed your legs morning sweet nothing below to your pussy. Yuji locked eyes onto your dripping wet heat . "Yes, yes, yes, fuck my face, use me like a chair." Yuji praises as he continues devouring you. You barely stood a chance against yuji's powerful skilled tongue. Only words coming out of your were profanities and slurred words that you barely understood. Yuji was enjoying himself in every possible way, but you felt a knot through your stomach as he sucking your folds. "Oh my fuckin- y-yuji, my c-clit, ah fuck!" Your mouth fell open on a silent moan while your hand tightened his hair, you rutted against his mouth as ride out your orgasm. Yuji licked as you trying to ride your orgasm out. Finally, you came on his mouth seeing the white, sticky substance on his mouth as he wiped it off as you dropped down lying beside him as you both pant out of breath. Yuji looked at you admiring your features and every curve of your body as you both look at each other and smiled.

"I really enjoyed that, I hope that we can do it again sometime. You taste really good."

Yuta okkotsu

● At first, he was very shy and flustered about you telling him you wanted to sit on his face. He wants you to feel good, and he tries really hard. But once he started to get the hang of it he a certified pussy muncher. Your thighs were very sticky as they wrapped them around his head, rocking your hips and on his tongue. Your hands were tugging on his hair for some support and his hands holding on your side's to keep you still, while his teeth nip at your clit which made you yanked hus hair. His lips kissed every nerve snd core from your body as his tongue slipped up and down your slit tracing around your clenching hole. You were so aroused as you felt his saliva lingers on his tongue as he pushes his tongue deeper into your gummy walls: the pleasure makes you arch forward as his hot tongue wiggled around inside your sensitive spots. You can feel his cheeky smile on his face digging further to your gummy plush pussy as he tastes your cum.

Your legs started shaking when he slipped his fingers down to the side of your hips as she rocks you back and forth, and his tongue pushes even deeper. "Y-yuta, it's too much, please, no more!" You begged as your thighs pushes against his ears as your fingers pull at his dark black hair trying to push him away from your sensitive cunt. Your back arched as you try to steady yourself while yuta licks your whole and whines around your clit at the burning tug. A trail of white, sticky cum rolled on the side of his cheeks. "Yuuta!" You moaned in a lewdly tone as he finally pulls away and wiped the cum from his cheeks looking back at you with those innocent eyes as he licks his sticky fingers with a shy- sheepish smile on his face.

"You taste so good, babe, I want more."

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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All I Need [Loki x Fem. Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: There's only one way to end a night on the town with Loki. (w/c 2.1k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Heavy smut. Dirty talk. Drunk Loki (reader not specified) A/N: Thank you to @earlgreydreamreplies for popping the mental image of club bathroom shenanigans with L in my Askbox and gave me the green light to run with it :) You're wonderful. I hope this further fuels your daydreams.

Every beat of the bass shook your chest. Strobe lights pulsed behind your eyelids as your face turned to the ceiling. The DJ slipped into a new sound, euphoria bubbling beneath your skin as you let your head fall back to Loki’s chest.

All I need, is your love tonight…

He was looming, waxy curls wafting against your forehead. You knew the look that would be swimming in his eyes. The fire. The need. Completely entranced in the hedonism of the night.

All I need, is your love tonight...

The god’s hands balanced on your hips, grinding you deeper against him. Against the insatiable demon that lay in wait, concealed in luxurious fabric and impeccable tailoring. His hips moving against your spine so close that you were sure his buckle would bruise.

All I need, is your love tonight...

He swayed back and forth, guiding you. Fingertips dug into the dip of your hips, thrusting against the curves. More strands of his hair fell against your cheek as he skimmed his skin to yours.

All I need, is your love tonight...

The beat dropped, just as Loki’s parted lips fastened to your neck. His tongue swathed across your skin in messy circles, ravenous. Teeth scraping against moist skin. Licking.

He was drunk. On you. On liquor. On everything.

Your hand raked past his temple, combing through sweat-damp hair which stuck to your fingertips. Pressing him closer to the curve of your neck, you felt the vibrations of his growl through tight shirt cotton. His cologne stung your nostrils, warm cedarwood that had been overrun by the tang of cheap vodka and second-hand smoke. Heat from his skin pulsed against your neck, a thin sheen of sweat coating his own as he worked his lips over yours in a swallowing kiss.

Bodies shifted all around you as one.

It was tight. And hot. Loud.

But when he spoke. There was only you.

“I want you,” he rumbled hot and wet in your ear. Loki dragged your hips to the side, colliding against the thick cock snaking against his thigh. Hard, of course.

All I need, is your love tonight…

An unseen smile tugged your lip as you slid your hand over his delicious cheekbones, spinning to face him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, tugging with a jolt. It shrugged him forwards, catching him off balance, perfectly timed as you leaned in to his ear. “Come on then big boy,” you hissed playfully. There were barely a pause as your fingers intertwined with his, leading him the well-trodden route of your youth to the bathrooms.

God, this place was a fucking dump.

You smouldered back to him as the music thumped, bodies parting like smoke to let you and your god through. Even intoxicated, even dishevelled and sweaty and mute and flushed; Loki Laufeyson was a titan among men. Your stomach fizzed as you watched each set of eyes in the heaving mass track his approach, and his departure.

They devoured him hungrily, from the endless depths of his transfixed stare, to cut of his jawline under the strobes, to the open buttons of his shirt, to the pull of cotton against taut flesh as he followed your lead. Black spindles stuck to his cheekbones, curls winding down his neck and cast over his shoulders. They spread against the white shirt like splattered ink.

They all wanted him.

Every single fucking one of them.

There was no need for pretence in a place like this. Better to be bold. And tonight...who cared. Loki’s free hand wandered to your ass as you emerged from the crowd, grasping needily beneath the hem of your dress as you walked with purpose towards the bathrooms. The approach was littered with loo roll and discarded cups, your heels sticking more with each step.

His arm shot out in front of your face, pushing the door ajar.

Smeared lipstick kisses coated the mirror, the smell of cheap perfume and fake tan. The place was windowless, tiny; a set of four cubicles that had seen far too much lined against the wall. Music from the main room seemed to shake the air.

The hand holding Loki’s was suddenly yanked backwards, pulling you to his chest. And then, he was upon you.

The god’s palms cupped your jawline firmly, pressing your lips to his. His tongue invaded your mouth, uneven pants and murmurs of desire sliding down your throat as he walked you backwards into the end stall. The door flew closed, locking of its own accord.

“You look so fucking...uhm, incandescent? Uh,..g-gods, in that dress I cannot,” Loki slurred between kisses as your fingers grappled with his belt.

He released your face, starting to undo shirt buttons.

“Don’t take your shirt off!” you giggled, as Loki’s eyebrows rose apologetically. “Wha- I’ve never done thish before,” he scoffed, fumbling with a button. A lazy smile flexed the corners of his mouth, eyes sparkling with life.

It was too much.

You launched at him, pressing him against the wall. Fingers tangled in hair, a violent hurricane of tongue and teeth clashing. With a gasp, the flat of your back pressed to the tile as he switched your places.

Loki’s forearm was flush above you. His brows knitted together, piercing you with the trademark smouldering eroticism that made your thighs tremble. “This place is filthy,” Loki growled, lowering his zip with painful slowness, “but darling, we’re filthier,” he winked. It was slower than usual.

He slid you up the wall, making sure that the ascent of his hands caught every curve of your body in that tight dress he loved so much. His fingers worked beneath the fabric, snapping the band of your underwear.

You sank down, the walls of your adrenaline-soaked pussy gaping for him. All of him. The tip of his furiously hard cock squeezed inside, making you wrap your legs tight around his hips. He bottomed out as wide palms held your ass tight, spreading your cheeks. Sometimes with Loki, all there was to do was hang on. So you slid your fingers over his shoulders, dug in, and did just that.

Loki threw his head back, ruined curls falling away as his face scrunched to the ceiling in pained pleasure. “Ah...f-fuck,” he gaped, “Norn-s, urghhsh...feelsh so good,”

There was something primal about this. Something that drilled right down to your core; past your pussy and your feelings and Loki’s pretty words and your fragile little future hopes and dreams.

Something dirty, filthy. Something animal.

Raw.

His stumbling curses of approval rang around the empty bathroom, your soft little moans that he adored spurring him on in the haze. Like a dog, inflamed by the dying cries of a rabbit. His open buckle clanged with every messy thrust, sopping cock squelching deep inside your little cunt.

“Why..does t-this feel so..good,” he slurred into your open mouth, half-lidded eyes boring into yours. “Because-we- shouldn’t-be-doing- it,” you replied though winded breaths.

“Ohhhh...thas it,” Loki chuckled, before another groan ripped from the back of his throat. You ran a hand through his hair, gathering a clutch in your fist. “Yeah, that’s it...fuck me baby;” you moaned; bucking against him, “fuck me like... an a-animal, all I need...yes...yes...f-fuck me, King-”

Loki’s grip tightened on your thighs, bruising tips sinking into hot flesh. You tugged his hair, a wet snarl erupting from his lips. His breaths were ragged, eyes flashing dangerously. There was no blue in them. No green, either. Just wide, lust-soaked darkness.

Beads of sweat had gathered at his hairline, his hot breath misting against your cheek as he took his pleasure. And yours.

“You’re mine, aren’t you-” he murmured, punctuating the rhetorical question with a wicked smile. You gasped, feeling stars begin to blossom in your centre. “Mmmm,” you managed, tightening your grip of his hair. “And you’re mine,” you hissed.

Loki’s lazy smirk of approval almost sent you over the edge. You were surprised you even heard the gaggle of women stumble through the bathroom door over the blood thundering in your ears.

Immediately, Loki’s palm pressed against your mouth. He winked again, even slower than before. You clenched around his cock in response, a soft ooo wisping from his lips as his eyes narrowed. He stepped in closer, torso pressed tight against your own. You heard the stick of his shoes against the grimy floor, the smacking of toilet cubicles and locks and laughter making you dizzy.

And then, slowly, he began to thrust.

It was shallow. Tight. Devastating. His public hair scratched against yours as he took you deep with shallow rolls of his hips. Sharp, jagged inhales and exhales through your nostrils were all Loki would allow as he fucked you deeper against the wall. His fingertips sank into the curves of your thighs. Hair fell around his face, sticking to his forehead in tangled threads.

He was panting.

So soft and low and wet.

“Uhh-h-h,” he gasped, catching in his throat as his lashes fluttered closed.

The fingers of the hand holding your body to his pulsed against your skin, spasming with the pleasure building inside him. Over the girlish chaos now filling the bathroom, you hear the increasing speed of Loki’s balls slapping against your wetness, the slurp of your arousal welling against his cock with every buck of his hips as he got faster. Greedier. His eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open. He began to moan softly to the ceiling.

“Wo-ki…” you chided, muffled by his hand. He focused back on you, pupils blown wide. In a flash, the world changed again as he gracefully moved you from the wall with the force of a gust, spinning your body. Your hands flew out, gripping the cistern as the toilet lid slammed shut. A gasp rattled the air. You didn’t know if it was you or him as he sheathed himself to the hilt.

Fingers gripped the porcelain, rattling suspiciously with each mind-bending fuck that sent shock-waves to your depths. The orgasm bubbling inside you reared with renewed intensity as you realised Loki’s fingers had slid from the back of your neck to rest over your lips again. He curled against your back, shirt buttons cool against the flushed heat of your shoulders.

“Quiet, my temptress of the night…” he growled with a silent chuckle, powering his thighs up into another squelching thrust. Brushing your hair aside, his tongue slathered against the back of your neck. Saliva pooled, his drooling panting animalism taking over as modesty was forgotten. His dishevelled, quiet groans of desperation.

Seizing the opportunity, you captured one of his fingers between your lips. Loki shuddered against your ass. He let the finger slide on your tongue, the thick digit following the path his cock always took to the back of your throat.

“F-ffuck,” he slurred, the utterance no more than a whisper.

Another finger joined it.

And then, you began to suck.

Saliva welled at the creases of your mouth as he brought you closer to the edge, his free hand grasping in lazy handfuls of flesh. Your ass, your thighs. Yanking at the dangling sides of your dress and the pathetic last vestiges of your underwear. He was needy. Groaning in huffing exhales and shallow breaths as the ridges of his fingertips traced the point of your tongue.

“Gonna-ing to- cum,” he moaned wetly against your back.

You heard the scuffle of his dress shoes on the floor as he tried to get his bearings, the appendages dripping inside the heat of your mouth and the tight of your cunt too much for him to bear. You felt his glistening forehead rest against the slippery nape of your neck, damp hair mingling in sluttish waves with your own.

His mouth was open, saliva strands sizzling against the skillet of your skin as he tumbled over the edge with a broken cry of ecstasy. Your arms collapsed against the cistern, the weight of the god bottoming out inside you all you ever needed to feel whole.

“Nornsh…” he grunted quietly. There was a bang on the door, followed by a raucous round of laughter.

“You okay love?” an inebriated voice announced, “need anything?”

More laughter.

Loki shook his head against your back, nuzzling the skin with a shaking sigh. “I’m fine,” you said; far more composed than you felt. “Thank you.”

The gaggle of clicking of heels and sudden blast of music signalled their departure.

Loki drew up to his full height, sliding his cock out with an obscene slurp. Cum immediately began to drip in thick rivulets down your inner thighs. Usually you would clean it up. But not tonight.

You spun to face him, stepping out of your ruined underwear and pulling the dress down your hips with a mischievous smile. The underwear disappeared from the floor in a flash of green.

Loki winked, patting his heart twice with a shocking lack of characteristic rhythm. “A memento,” he explained with a flourish of his hand. A beautifully dreamy grin had begun to spread across his face.

“Home, my queen?” he postured, beginning to re-tuck his shirt and doing an incredibly bad job of it. You zipped up his fly, pausing to inhale against his collar. Faint traces of cologne wafted in tendrils up your nostrils, masked by the heavy smell of sex and the night’s vices.

“One more dance,” you purred, intertwining your fingers with his. You guided Loki’s hand to the mess coating your inner thighs, dragging a digit lightly through your plump folds, soaking with him. And you.

Loki smiled. “Filthy,” he growled, before he bringing the fingers to his lips with a gentle suck.

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krisluxxeeempress · 3 months

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HOW DOES YOUR PERSON FEEL ABOUT YOU? PICK-A- PILE

Pile One: The One That Got Away

The five of pentacles reversed, hanged man, empress, three of pentacles reversed, strength card reversed w/ the three of wands at the bottom of the deck- for starters. The energy I immediately received as cliché as they say, is simply you are the one that got away.

All the reversal cards are exactly what “your person” is realizing with the hanged man upright, in English, “your person” is experiencing that you are the end all be all. Some of you may think I am being dramatic when I say this and so you may have Leo placements and or they do. Usually, when someone realizes you are the one that got away its due to their actions influenced by thinking the grass was greener on the other side. It’s clear that when you were in this person’s energy, accessible to them- they were not cooperative, the strength card reversed would indicate that they were weak mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically -in addition to being immature with the way in which they handled you. There is no other explanation for someone to fumble The Empress, whether you are a man or women exuding this energy. Like Chaka Kan “ I’m Every Women” or remix “ I’m Every Man”.

In other words, you have all the qualities a person in their right mind would desire, need and want and yet they fumbled your existence. For every fumble, there’s a crumble. With the three of wands, “ your person” is trying to find a way back to you. Remember it takes The Ace of Wands ( new beginnings & energy ), The Two of Wands ( Plans, Action & Follow Through) to reach The Three of Wands ( Doors Opening & Opportunity). “ Your person” is trying to strategize a plan to get you back somehow because again, they are coming to the realization that whatever or whomever they thought was better, ISN’T. This Three of Wands combined with the Strength card reversed energetically reminds me of someone walking with their tail in between their legs or better yet, taking that long walk of shame in the morning. I reference morning because the Empress card represents light. You are their light which reminds me further-more of Aquarius energy. Now let’s clarify the Three of Pentacles reversed. I want to know why they chose not to act right in other words when they had their chance. . . ( 2 minutes later- SpongeBob narrator voice) They didn’t want to act right because surprise, surprise ( The Ten of Cups, upright appeared)

I suppose they were not ready, which confirms my previous point about their immaturity. The Ten of Cups is very intimate, raw, high vibrational and unbreakable that requires honesty, depth, baring one’s soul, unconditional love, commitment and longevity. I always get a spiritual vibe from The Ten of Cups which connects to The Empress energy you exude, as within and so without. Not making excuses for this person, “your person” but clearly you energy was “too good to be true, powerful, authentic and otherworldly”. Most fear success in a financial sense and this concept holds true when it comes to true love as well. Clearly. Most will find a way to sabotage a good thing mainly due to fear and insecurity and I do not need to see The Moon card to confirm that fact. I feel like I can go deeper with this explanation but for some reason (that I am energetically aware of ) I am unable to, the way I want. Which lets me know that “your person” has just arrived at this realization and or is finally digesting the reality of their fumble of you. For some it may have been 3 years, months, weeks or days since you’ve last spoken to this person (though that is very specific- I am always hearing the word 4) Heavy Scorpio, Pisces or Cancer placements or Astrological transits and influencing you or them at this time. Some of you may be hearing this person’s name everywhere lately or they you. In synastry or Composite, you may have strong Venus, Neptune, Pluto, Uranus, Moon and or Saturn placements shared. (Using my own deck called “ Why are they mad”, to clarify The Hanged Man, “ your person” is mad because they don’t turn you on anymore & they must stay mad, cards came out.

So not only does something feel final to them- which confirms it’s been a while since you’ve both have spoken or seen each other but they must stay mad, meaning they figure you are not attracted to them anymore and I don’t mean physically. I mean spiritually and emotionally which to me counts for everything. Whereas, you are genuine, loving etc. inside and out- they realize they are the complete opposite. This also confirms they thought the grass was greener elsewhere- meaning they are superficial, and they held that in higher regard than someone ( you ) that showed them what true love could be and everything that comes with it. ( I want to write more but energetically this is all they can process right now- it’s that deep. They are beginning to dive deeper but as you know water is cold and it takes some adjusting too.

Cancer energy- the crab is on the land near the water. Scorpio energy goes deeper into the water and Pisces energy is the bottom of the Ocean) “ your person is experiencing Cancer- crab energy, they are adjusting to the cold water, their cold heart and your cold exterior. Feel me? I sure feel you. In conclusion, with the Three of Wands- the cards The King of Cups reversed, Fool reversed, and Two of Wands upright came out. Literally what I just said- they are going back and forth between land and water meaning- they are not ready STILL to dive in completely due to fear and the expectation of being vulnerable and honest. The King of Cups reminds me of Capricorn energy, not Scorpio. They may have Capricorn placements, or you. I don’t see them taking any action as of now.

( P.S. : I almost forgot to pull from my “ love oracle deck)

" Someone is viewing you as the one" card came out ( ON GOD)

Pile Two: Let it Burn

The devil reversed, king of pentacles reversed, three of swords, three of cups reversed and the ten of wands reversed with the fool reversed at the bottom of the deck- for starters. I was literally hearing “Let it Burn” by usher when these cards came out and the last time I heard that song literally was last summer during a bonfire at my father’s house down at the beach. I say all this to say that last summer (I know what you did last summer vibes), someone’s father – or the fact they are a father or just became one and fire (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius placements) may be significant to some of you. Anyway, The Fool card appeared in PILE (1) reading above, so you may come from that pile, or it would be in your best interest to read that pile as well. “Your person” is a procrastinator because it's energetically taking me a long time to get to the point, I even had to restart my laptop to start thing reading. This could also be an indicator that “your person” has fought these painful feelings regarding you for some time- hence The Ten of Wands card reversed that are triggering The Three of Swords. The King of Pentacles reversed reveals that your person could be a Taurus, Capricorn or Virgo (or have those placements) which explains further the delay. More specifically if they are a Taurus- matters of finance, overindulgence (thanks to The Devil card reversed), status, comfort and an unwillingness to change explains what “your person” was too busy with as opposed to your connection with them. ( I just got tired out of nowhere) This energy feels like the cliché “ having all this success and no one to share it with” vibes. Damn, and it just got worse.

To clarify The Three of Swords, The Ten of Swords just came out (NO LIE). “Your person” is experiencing an emotional and mental devastation currently. It makes me wonder if “your person” has lost it all (and by all, I mean everything they were so busy being concerned with that wasn’t you) and only now that they aren’t distracted with those things, they are now feeling pain and mental anguish. The High Priestess and The Ace Of Cups came out to clarify further which lets me know that they knew all along you were The One, their One Love and Happiness but “ THE DEVIL MADE THEM DO IT”. . . .Like PILE (1), I am having a hard time energetically going deeper to get to the root of the problem which may indicate that your person is blaming everything but themselves for the demise of the once was relationship between the two of you. The Tower, Eight of Swords and Ace of Swords has appeared and so, “your person” is experiencing a TOWER MOMENT. The truth of matter has them trapped mentally and physically. This is extreme guilt, depression and KARMA.

“Your person” clearly aligned with societal norms and expectations- putting money, power, respect above true love and everything that comes with it and now they feel like it wasn’t worth it. In fact, they feel worthless. Crazy – the Justice card reversed just came out and keep in mind I am still clarifying The Three of Swords. “Your person” isn’t talkative now ( if they ever were) however, it’s hard to give more of an interpretation of their energy. The truth sets you free but first IT HURTS. (Pulling from my Why are they mad? Oracle cards) “ They are mad because they have nothing to offer but Hard D*** or Wet P*** card came out. ( DAMN) “ you person” may have used you to boost their ego and status in some way or flaunted their material goods in a manipulative way to make you feel like they were the prize, and you were simply not good enough or had to compete for them. ( I just pulled from my Love Oracle deck) “ someone is having raw sex with multiple people, and they are not just friends” cards came out. Now it makes sense why “ Let it Burn” came to mind. “ Your person” may be burning with an STD or experiencing some kind of skin irritation, cold, flu, sickness or shingles. They burned a bridge with you and now they are burning in some way physically.

Pile Three: Moving Fast

Eight of wands, ace of wands, page of swords reversed, three of swords, chariot and the magician at the bottom of the deck- for starters. Well damn, when the cards presented themselves, I literally couldn’t pick up the energy because it was moving so fast. I forced myself to sit still and process everything and that is the vibe “ your person” is coming in with. If you read the other piles, this fast movement towards you would be because “your person” is rushing in to fix things and doing so with BIG D*** energy ( whether they are man or women) Reason being is because for some of you it’s been years, months, weeks, or days that you’ve last seen or spoken with this person and they randomly came to a realization about you and the relationship you could of, should of, or would have had. For some you were the person that got away and now they figure rushing in and giving it their all- there may be hope. For others of you, “your person” is new. Even if you know them by name, seen them in passing or experienced a brief conversation- they feel relatively new.

We have all been hurt and that hurt should challenge us to heal, grow and move on and so “ your person” will be coming in to play the role of assisting you with moving on from a past heartbreak, disappointment or waste of time. “Your person” may be a fire sign ( Aries, Leo, Sagittarius) It’s energetically so strange because I want to reference the previous piles as if this is someone you know, and they are coming back with brand new energy but then part of me feels like some of you may still be holding on to the past ( Cancerian energy) and viewing this new person through hurt lens. Some of you may be making “your person” responsible for someone in the past hurting you. For others of you, if this is the same person coming back to prove themselves, I can feel that you are untrusting and holding their wrongdoings against them. I feel discouraged and I keep energetically questioning myself on whether this is a new person or the person from the previous piles.

They say “time heals all” but personally, the longer it takes someone to apologize or attempt to do right by me the worse off they’ll be. Time makes me passively resentful, and I am wondering If this is how some of you feel if “your person” isn’t new. I feel extremely conflicted right now in this energy. Is this a new person moving fast and you worry that you’ll make the same mistakes from previous relationships? Or is this a new person that is moving fast because they know what they want? Clarifying the chariot comes the Justice card, Four of Wands reversed, and the King of Wands reversed. I am having a very difficult time deciphering if this a new or familiar person however, regardless a decision is going to have to be made (No wonder I can’t tell energetically thanks to the Justice card, indecisive Libra energy) If “your person” is new, they are going to suggest eloping together. If “your person” is familiar (from the past) they are going to want to make up for lost time and suggest eloping or getting married to prove how serious they are. For whoever this resonates with, I feel strongly that you will feel stuck, unsure and ultimately conflicted (your energy is so strong, I’m surprised the two of swords didn’t come out)

When I pulled from my Why are they mad oracle deck, the card “they are mad because you are not on their time” came out. And so, clearly you are not moving as quickly as they would like whether this be a new person or past person. (The Seven of pentacles and page of wands cards are present as well) With that, your decision appears to be making “your person” wait and work for it. PERIOD. This energy felt very difficult for more reasons than one. “Your person” may feel that you are being difficult but in my experience through difficulties comes long term reward. My advice would be to make them put in the work over an extending period to ensure you do not get hurt or repeat past mistakes as I can sense those past mistakes are still lingering in your conscious.

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moonastroellie · 3 months

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i looovvee the song daddy issues by the neighborhood (definitely does not say anything abt me) do you think you could make headcannons inspired by the song?

where reader has never been taken care of but ellie come along and like heals her ig? 😏

Hell yeah

warnings: 18+, these are going to get dark, mentions of childhood trauma, abusive parents, panic attacks, mentions of murder, trans! Ellie.

- Ellie met you in her shared dorm with you and Dina, after you had a panic attack crying on the ground after you accidentally broke Dina's favourite cup.

"hey, hey, are you okay?" Ellie kneels down next to you, and caresses your hair gently as you sob and rant on about how you broke Dina's favourite cup, "it's okay- I promise, she doesn't care"

"are you sure?" sobs continue to leave your mouth as Ellie sits next to you leaning against the wall "I promise"

- Ellie who asked you about what you were thinking about, while you were both studying together.

"what are you thinking about, hon?" she questions, you shrug, trying to brush it off, "if I told you what I was thinking about you'd think I was insane" Ellie laughs "you couldn't say a single thing to me that would make me think you're insane"

"I killed someone" you joke and a choked out "what" leaves Ellie's lips "I'm fucking joking!" you say as soon as you realise she didn't think you were joking.

"I think I like you" and just like that, you and Ellie began dating—not only this, but this is when all your past trauma started taking effect on your relationship.

- Ellie who comforted you whenever you thought you did something wrong. she knew there was something deeper that you weren't telling her but never pushed you to say anything if you weren't ready-

- Ellie who sat and listened to you whenever you needed to rant, and in fact. it was the first time you ever opened up to Ellie.

"this is how my story begins and I don't ever wanna tell the story again" you cry as tears drip down your face "it's okay, you can cry- I'm here for you" you immediately find comfort in Ellie's lap.

"and my dad? fuck he was crazy, he was never present- he cheated on mom so many fucking times and i- he used to yell at me for leaving a light on, that's fucking insane am I right?" ranting on and on, Ellie didn't once turn her attention to something else. it was on you and only you.

- Ellie who pushed you out of your comfort zone to make more friends and learn that not all people are bad, she knew you had social anxiety due to growing up with your parents who never taught you how to communicate properly.

"I'd do whatever I can do to protect you, you know that right?" Ellie says as she places her hand on your thigh, as she drives to Jesse's place. you smile and nod, leaning on her shoulder as she drives.

- Ellie who watched you have a panic attack over eating the last brownie, that was in fact her brownie. "I don't care, it's not the end of the world babe, it's just a brownie" she chuckles, this doesn't calm you down once—ellie realises this and hugs you tight "it's okay"

"my dad left money in mom's hands but I always felt bad for eating the last food because maybe Mom doesn't have enough money and i-" Ellie pats your head in a comforting way, suddenly you realise there wasn't any reason to react to that.

- Ellie who was so happy to see you finally come out of your shell and actually enjoy life the way people should—she pushed you to finally get therapy, which helped a lot. she noticed you going out a lot more, not crying over every small inconvenience.

- Ellie who cuddled you so much that you actually wanted to push her off you sometimes "Ellie, I'm boiling" she grumbles, and you chuckle at her half asleep body, pulling a hair strain behind her ear as she snuggles into you more.

- Ellie who teared up when you told her that she saved your life, "are you crying?"

"what? me, ew get away!" she sniffles and hugs you, telling you how much she loves you.

#ellie williams #ellie the last of us #trans!ellie #transgender ellie #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #the last of us #ellie x you #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie fluff #wlw #lesbian #transgender #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader

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canmom · 8 months

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Comics mini-Comints: Dungeon Meshi

reread dungeon meshi through to the end. still such a great manga. here are immediate thoughts - if I end up having time and energy I hope I can write something that goes deeper!

ironically i was only a few chapters from the end when I stopped keeping up, but I was struggling to remember all the characters and context, so reading it through in one go was definitely an ideal way to achieve maximum impact there.

ryoko kui does a very elegant job of handling a transition from 'silly antics' to 'big dramatic fantasy' while still keeping the central thematic throughline - eating and being eaten, belonging to an ecosystem, the significance of sacrificing others to achieve your own desires. a lot of setups pay off in a way that feels meticulously planned - and of course the crux of the final showdown revolves around characters attempting to eat each other, of course the big payoff is a huge feast that symbolically unites all the conflicting factions. it is maybe a bit too neat and happy for my taste, but it's undeniably tightly executed - it never loses sight of what it's about. especially compared to something like Frieren, it's an incredibly coherent serialisation, up there with e.g. Fullmetal Alchemist.

kui's art style deserves all kinds of praise - it feels effortlessly simple, but it clearly communicates all sorts of different shapes and body types and it's really fun to see her play around with remixing the different visual elements when she switches the races around. in general Laius's autistic monster loving ways clearly reflect kui's own deeply felt appreciation for all the ways people and animals live (accentuated further by all the extra sketches the scanlators tuck in). in a way you could kinda call it like Parts Unknown the fantasy manga.

the stakes of the final conflict are interesting - there is much to be said about the framing of 'desire' and its fulfilment, of this occult idea of 'the infinite'. lots you could put in relation to other manga, and also buddhism. (in particular I really want to develop a comparison to Made In Abyss, there are so many parallels, it just might be too spicy for tumblr lmao).

one thing I really like about it is how much its fantasy dungeon-exploring setting owes to D&D and other TTRPGs, rather than videogames. monster ecology has been a fascination of that game since the early days of Dragon magazine, and Kui sharply zeroes in on some of the intrinsic conflicts baked in to that fantasy milieu, notably the lifespan thing, while smartly avoiding the traps of 'evil races'. there's some really fun nods to the weirder monster manual entries. and in a story with so many characters and factions, it does a genuinely incredible job of furnishing everyone with understandable, reasonable motivations, conflicts drawn from their context just like the monsters are explained by their ecology.

and one thing that I particularly appreciate is like... how much it is able to simultaneously understand and sympathise with a character and also show us how and why they'd rub others the wrong way. it's impossible not to like our main group, they're all such charming dorks and the manga leads you along with all the crazy rpg party shit they do, but at the same time you definitely find yourself thinking 'guy's got a point' in the kabru chapters lmao. I'm projecting hard bc i don't really know a thing about ryōko kui but laius def feels like the sort of depiction of having an autism that you can only do if you've lived it.

but yeah, it's a fuzzy ending where it all turns out well. but what's the deeper thrust of it all? there's a funny moment where marcille is like 'maybe in the end our journey is about learning to accept death' and the grouchy old gnome guy completely laughs this off as naive, because death doesn't mean anything. and indeed their big plan pays off, and falin does indeed come back just fine. but still, through all of this it asks you to bite the bullet that being a living creature means eating to survive, at the cost of other creatures, with the other side being that one day you too will be eaten. in contrast to this honest way of being is the beguiling fantasy of infinity, where all your desires are immediately fulfilled - this is shown as a dangerous path of corruption that produces madness and manipulability. having limits and rubbing up against the wishes of others, or 'doing things you don't want to do' as izutsumi's arc puts it, becomes necessary for having some kind of definition as a subject. the thing that makes the demon concrete as an entity is a desire, or appetite, that can't immediately be fulfilled.

of course we can connect this to the idea of narrative conflict. a standard advice for putting together a plot is to ask what each character wants and why they can't get it. wanting something implies movement. and indeed over the course of this story, we see that while having too many desires fulfilled too readily leads to incoherence and callousness, equally a character who is left catatonic as their desires have been eaten by the demon must be reawakened to activity by finding a new desire.

it's kinda Buddhist innit. neither the opulence of the palace nor asceticism. desires are what tie you to the world. but mixed with ecology: what a creature does to find the energy to live is what defines its lifestyle, its form.

this is probably where I'd start talking about entropy gradients and shit if i wasn't typing this on a phone at 1:30am lmao.

but yeah - it's a powerful move to go from 'D&D monster recipe show sendup' to 'living with the inherently violent nature of being an organism fated to live in a finite sum game' and yet Dungeon Meshi makes it feel natural and convincing, while remaining tremendously charming and funny throughout. ryōko kui is definitely some kind of genius, and I can't wait to see what her next act is gonna be. it's all definitely making me appreciate the act of eating a lot more.

next story on my plate is probably The Flower That Bloomed Nowhere, which sounds like it will present a very gnarly thematic contrast.

#manga #dungeon meshi #comics comints

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stopaskinf · 5 months

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“I bite my tongue, it’s a bad habit”

Songs that BTS boys remind me of:

Summary: ^ Title explains it all fr.

Genre: Mostly fluff, Suga’s paragraph and songs are mostly smut, Jimin has vague Yandere themes, so if you want to skip go ahead 🫡

CW: Smut, facesitting, masochist Yoongi, a lot of these songs contain sexual themes, cursing and all that. Yoongi has songs that say the Word, so if you not black 🤨careful with ya act.

Word count: I cannot bother to count rn😭

A/N: Even when I’m not listening to K-pop, the brain worms will relate it back to kpop🙂‍↕️.

Jin:

🤪Cuff it - Beyonce

🤪Summer Renaissance - Beyonce

🤪Wasabi- Max

I will give a short paragraph because these songs all have the same vibe. Jin’s love feels light and fun. It feels like getting lemonade on a spring day. He’s truly the type of guy that when you fall in love with him, you fall for your best friend.

Additional song: Harley’s in Hawaii - Katy Perry

Min Yoongi:

🐈‍⬛I Will- Danny Brown

🐈‍⬛Throat baby remix

🐈‍⬛Here, there, and everywhere- The Beatles

We already know that Suga is the throat GOAT. He’s made it clear that his game is unmatched. On a more serious note, he’s lowkey a wild switch. Whenever he gives head he gets really submissive. Specifically when he’s in this headspace, he’ll want you to sit on his face. By that he means, suffocate him. He’s got a masochistic streak. However, when he’s not being a hoe, his love feels calm. Like chilling inside and then it begins to rain. I’d say it’s almost melancholic, but I think that’s because he’s a sad meow meow.

Additional Song: Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

J hope:

🦄Honeypie- Jawny

🦄Electric love - Borns

🦄Classic - MKTO

Jhope feels chaotic, almost pure when he’s in love. It's like being a little kid and your crush passes you a paper asking if you like them. He’s cute, if corny, but the sincerity of his emotions more than makes up for his cornballness.

Additional song: Everybody talks - Neon Trees

Kim Namjoon:

💍Stupid for you- waterparks

💍Die for you- The weeknd

💍Nvrmnd- I.M

Namjoon’s love simultaneously feels both unplanned and grounded. It’s not like he meant to fall in love, but when he did, he accepted it. You can’t exactly be mad when the sun decides to shine on you. He’s uncoordinated to the point of recklessness, but his devotion runs deeper than any others.

Additional song: Running up that hill - Kate Bush

Park Jimin:

🐶Do you? -Troyboi

🐶Lovefool - Twocolors

🐶Dream girl- Tanerelle

Maybe it’s because I recently wrote a yandere jimin fic but Jimin’s love feels almost clingy but sickeningly sweet. He feels like the type of guy to ask if you would still love him if he were a worm. He would send you pictures and texts throughout the entire day, even if he was supposed to be busy. He wants you to know that he’s always thinking of you.

Additional song: Needy by Ariana Grande

Kim Taehyung:

🐻🐯Bad Habit- Steve Lacy

🐻🐯King - Conan Gray

🐻🐯Strawberries and Cigarettes - Troye sivan

I’ve been obsessed with fri(end)s lately, so all V does is remind me of like Indie pop songs. Tae’s love feels naive, but exciting. It’s like when you get into your first relationship. It’s nerve-wracking but special. He’s the guy who makes puppy love feel like forever.

Additional song: The lourve - Lorde

Jungkook:

🐰Brainwashed- Waterparks

🐰Locked out of Heaven- Bruno mars

🐰Run away with me- Carly rae jepsen

Jungkook’s love feels out of the blue. He’s the type who falls first. The guy you’re friends with who started to be really complimentary towards you lately. It feels weird to both you and him, but it also feels right. Somehow his spontaneity makes him even more sure in his feelings towards you. He doubts he’ll regret you.

Additional song: I like U - Niki

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soupywrites · 10 days

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Etched Into My Heart

Craig Cuttlefish, former captain of the NSS, and Octavio Takowasa, DJ and leader of the Octarians, talk about how they got here, in this booth, together once again. (2,782 words)

A cuttletavio fanfiction from a simple soup: I see opportunity for cuttletavio in canon, I write about it :P

Octavio turned back into the booth, grabbing a Team Present T-Shirt and handing it to the little jelly in front of him.

“Here ya go, kid. Don’t go wreaking havoc now, ya hear?” The jelly nodded and ran away happily, leaving a few coins in return for their newest merchandise. He had been asked to run the merch booth by Callie, but he hadn’t known with whom he’d be running it.

The DJ sighed and looked out of the corner of his eye. He saw his partner, his friend, and his sworn enemy, Craig Cuttlefish, handing an Octoling a Team Past T-Shirt. They hadn’t spoken much since Octavio swooped in just in time to save the New Squidbeak Splatoon during the fight with Grizz. A few quick words of gratitude and appreciation were all that was exchanged, and they had yet to address their deeper issues. “Here, squirt. Enjoy the Grand Festival!” Craig enthusiastically cheered the kid on. The Octoling nodded and ran away towards their friends; they were all wearing various team shirts. Octavio smiled at this. He was grateful that the new generation of kids could enjoy each other’s company, squid or octopus, no matter what team they were on. It was refreshing to the king. He turned back to his wasabi sticks and began grating. He focused on listening to the nearby Squid Sisters performance while he did the repetitive task. Grate, collect, compress, and serve. The Squid Sisters are playing the Calamari Inkantation. Grate, collect, compress, and serve. They’re playing the spicy remix. Grate, collect-

“Takowasa.” Octavio squinted in disdain and turned toward the shriveled inkfish beside him, scowling. Craig smiled in apology. “M’sorry. You weren’t responding to anything else.” Octavio grunted and turned back to his wasabi, and Craig sighed and floated down deeper into his chair. Watching his granddaughters, he began humming the song while they sang.

“Y’know, Tavi, I used to love this song. Then, I didn’t. But now, now I do again. It’s nice.”

Silence loomed over them. Octavio groaned. “Fine, I’ll bite. Why’d ya stop?” The DJ pivoted to look at the former captain, who was still staring intently at the Urchin Stage.

“Well, if I tell you, you’ll probably think it’s silly.”

“Nonsense. Y’know I don’t do ‘silly.’” The squid chuckled at this.

“It’s because it reminds me of you. Always has, and I think it always will.” Craig peered over, trying to gauge Octavio’s reaction. The Octoling donned a stern face, as per usual. But his eyes were boring holes into Craig’s as if he was waiting for something.

“Well,” Octavio started. “Go on.”

“Why? You asked, and I answered.” Craig faced the stage again, watching as Callie and Marie were quickly replaced by Deep Cut.

“Don’t start now, Cuttlefish. Don’t start the evasive carp. You know exactly what I’m looking for, here.”

“Y’re right. I do. But I dunno if I wanna tell you.”

Octavio growled under his breath. “Why d’ya always have to be so difficult? We’re sitting in the same booth, for cod’s sake. There’s no one else around; every single inkfish is busy somewhere else. Whatever you’ve gotta say, just say it!”

“Fine,” Craig started. “I loved it once, long ago, because it reminded me of you.” He felt uneasy confessing all this to the warlord. “You, Octavio, were a melody that was deeply ingrained in my heart for a long, cod awful time. Then, history had other plans for us.” He stared off into the distance, not quite focusing on anything specific. Sighing, he continued, “I hated anything to do with you because I was too prideful to admit that I missed you. It was a long time before I’d see you again. Then, you came back. You took the Great Zapfish. And, suddenly, I hated more than just you.”

Octavio was quiet. He put his wasabi sticks down, and he stole a glimpse at the captain’s face. It was tired and full of pain. So much so that the DJ contemplated making him stop talking. Contemplated.

“I also hated the idea of you. I hated knowing that we had become less than what we once were. You weren’t mine anymore. I could no longer call you a friend. It felt like there was nothing left. And, Octavio, when I laid down to die, thinking that I’d never wake up again, thinking that that damned bear was going to steal my life away, I thought about you. And I missed you. And I finally admitted it to myself. I, Craig Cuttlefish, had missed you all that time.”

Craig closed his eyes in thought, slouching further into the chair. He took a deep breath, and, after a moment of silence, started again.

“I missed you so much, Tavi, that thinking about you in that moment hurt more than having the life sucked outta me. Did ya know that, Takowasa? That you had stolen my heart?” There was no answer. “Anyway, being alive after all that really changes an Inkling. Not just what that Grizz fella did. But surviving the war. Surviving the metro. Surviving you. I realized that, for as long as I was lucky, and as long as I was alive, I’d always hear your melodies somewhere. Whether in the Canyon, or on the radio, or up in space. You were obnoxiously everywhere, Octavio. Octavio,” Craig opened his eyes fully now, looking back at the Octoling, who was staring at the Urchin Stage, an unreadable expression on his face. “Look at me. Please.”

Octavio turned to Craig, his eyes wet. Craig smiled. “Thanks. I was starting to think I was pouring this all out to nobody.” No response, but the king never took his eyes off the captain. “When you came to help us up in space, Octavio, I remembered what made me miss you all along. You were always stubborn. But you always cared. I knew you did, somewhere deep down. And hearing those girls sing the Inkantation, watching Lil’ Buddy transform due to the sheer power of some simple song, reminded me of you. And I felt as if it etched itself into my heart again for the very first time.”

Octavio took his glasses off and set them on the counter of the booth they shared. Craig tapped his tentacle, as dry and brittle as it is, on the table, lost in thought. Then, he began to smile.

“That’s when I started loving it again. I started loving it again because I started loving you again. No, that’s not the truth; I never stopped loving you. But, for the first time since the last time, I let myself love you.” Cuttlefish laughed an airy laugh, and, for a moment, he reminded Octavio of when they were young. “You probably think I’m such a sap,” he said.

“I always have,” Octavio replied. There was a pause in the conversation.

“But, yeah, you’ve changed a lot, Tavi. But you’ve also changed me. Thanks for that.”

Octavio, for the first time since he was asked not to, looked away from the Inkling. He stared off into the distance, hearing Pearl and Marina singing Color Pulse. Time passed all too slowly.

“You have nothing to thank me for,” he finally spat out, voice rough.

“On the contrary, old friend.” Craig tentatively put a tentacle on one of Octavio’s. He didn’t protest. “I have everything to thank you for.”

Octavio looked at Craig, who now had a single tear falling down his cheek.

“You were my everything,” Craig whispered, voice cracking slightly at the confession. Octavio hesitated before wiping away the tear on the inkling’s face.

“You did a lotta bad, Craig. A lot of it.”

“I know.”

Octavio stared at him deeper. “I did a lotta wrong. You did a lotta wrong. But, despite that, I never let you go. I don’t know why. It’s like ya found a way to stay in my heart, regardless of the incessant pain that caused me. Maybe it knew that, one day, I’d let myself love you, too.” Octavio turned away, rubbing his eyes. “Cod, now you’ve got me all sappy. Y’know I’m not one for that carp.”

Craig didn’t answer. He just stared at Octavio. And then, he smiled. And then, he laughed. He laughed so hard that the Octoling wondered if his old body could even handle that.

“Geez,” he started in between breaths. “What happened to us?” Craig asked, his happy demeanor changing to one of sorrow.

“You know that answer.”

“Great, now it’s your turn to be all mysterious. Don’t start the evasive carp, Tavi. Y’know exactly what I’m getting at, here.”

“You’re right, I do know. But I don’t think I wanna say it.”

“C’mon, Octavio! Why d’ya always have to be so difficult? For cod’s sake, we’re sitting in the same booth. There’s no one else around, and everyone is busy somewhere else. Whatever you’ve gotta say, just say it to me now.”

“Fine,” Octavio started. “But don’t expect nothin’ pretty. Y’know I’m not good with words.”

“That’s the way we work, Tavi. I write the lyrics, you play the melody.” Craig grinned.

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up and let me suffer this through in peace.” The DJ sighed before beginning. “I guess we happened to ourselves. We had jobs to do, Craig. We had people to protect, even if that meant protecting them from each other. I’ll always regret that, y’know. Not trying harder to stop it all from happening. I was the coddamn king. I could’ve done more, but I was scared. Pathetic.”

“I don’t think that’s pathetic,” Craig said. “What more could you have done? We were young, Octavio. Much younger than we are now, that’s f’sure.”

“Great, reminded once again that I’m an old man,” Octavio said. Craig snorted at this. “Anyway. I hated you so much. I wanted nothing to do with you, and while it was probably easier for me, it was still so hard. And it hurt. I wanted you to hurt, too. I thought you didn’t care like I did. So I buried it all down deep. I forgot about us, the way we used to be, as best as I could. That was easier than trying to fix what was broken because of a war. Cod, the war. The stupid, stupid war. And then, my people, Craig. They were dying. Suffering. And I blamed you for it, because that was easier than trying to fix what was broken. It was easier to steal than to try and ask for help, for a truce. Would you have even given that a chance, Craig? A truce?”

Craig closed his eyes and frowned, thinking. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” The DJ raised his voice at the captain, face contorting with anger. “You don’t know if I had come to you, on my knees, begging for your help, at my absolute lowest point, you’d help me? If you’d help my people?” Octavio’s voice broke, and he looked away from Craig, taking his tentacle back. “That’s the problem, Craig. You never knew. You just- you never once tried to make a truce with me. Why?”

“Because, like you, I was scared. Pathetic, huh?” Craig stifled a sob, looking down. “I don’t know if I would’ve had it in me then to let go of the past, to let go of my pride. But I know now, that now I would do whatever you asked of me, Octavio. I would do anything you wish.”

Octavio remained quiet, Shiver’s singing seemingly cutting through the silence every so often.

“I know now, Craig, with certainty, what happened to us,” Octavio said. “We happened to us.”

“Yeah,” Craig murmured. “I guess we did.”

Silence. The sounds of the crowds became background noise compared to the thoughts racing through their respective heads.

“I have one wish I want t’ask of you, Cuttlefish.”

“Name it. Anything within my ability is yours, Octavio.”

“Good. I wish for you to forgive yourself, Craig Cuttlefish. I’m done thinking about the past. It stings, and it will for the rest of time. But that’s all it is now: a stinging pain in the background. We have so much left to live for, Craig. No use in dwelling on our mistakes any longer.”

Craig couldn’t bring himself to look at Octavio. Silent tears fell down onto the sandy floor of the booth. “I don’t think that one’s in my able-to-grant list, Octavio. Not yet.”

Octavio sighed and rubbed his face with a tentacle. “When will it be?” He grumbled.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s the problem, Craig. You never know. You just don’t. It’s a bad habit, Craig. To not know.”

“I know.”

“Then, you should also know how to forgive yourself.”

“But I don’t.” Craig mumbled. “I don’t think I ever will.”

“Thinking can be changed. You’ve changed, haven’t you? Time to change s’more. Forgive yourself, Craig.” Octavio was pleading at this point, which he found embarrassing; why was he trying to comfort his greatest enemy?

“I can’t, Octavio! I can’t. You’re asking too much of me too soon.”

“Too soon? It’s been a century, Craig. If not for yourself, then for me. Forgive yourself.” Octavio knew why, now. He was trying to comfort his greatest enemy because his heart hoped there was still a chance to reclaim what once was.

They were silent, and Craig’s face was still wet with tears. His expression hardened, and he locked eyes with the commander, the king, the DJ. The Octoling. The enemy. His enemy. His friend. His… lover? No, not his lover. Not anymore. But, just maybe, one day they can be again.

“I’ll forgive myself, Octavio Takowasa, if you forgive yourself.”

Octavio’s face softened slightly; it was in a way that only Craig would have noticed.

“I think I can make that happen.” Octavio grabbed one of Craig’s tentacles and squeezed it, keeping a hold on it. They held eye contact, a silent promise to be better for each other.

“OMCOD, ARE YOU TWO GONNA KISS?!” The two quickly shifted their attention to the young Cuttlefish cousins holding two bowls of noodles from a stand across the pathway.

“Now, now, Callie Cuttlefish! That is no way to speak to your elders!” Craig scolded.

“Sorry, Gramps. But I knew this was a great idea, putting you two together!” Callie motioned to their interlocked tentacles. “Clearly, you two are getting along better than I’d planned.”

“Clearly, you are getting ahead of yourself, young lady.” But their tentacles never left the other’s.

“Yeah, Cal. Gramps is right; yelling at two old men to kiss is slightly inappropriate, albeit situationally appropriate.” Marie smirked at Callie before her expression returned to neutral. “By the way, we figured we’d bring you something to eat on our break.” She and Callie placed the bowls on the counter.

“I didn’t know you two even got breaks,” Octavio quipped. “That’s why I prefer the DJ lifestyle; outta the public eye like that.” He nodded to himself. Callie rolled her eyes.

“That would only be applicable if you weren’t also a king,” she remarked.

“Well, I never mentioned being a king, did I?”

“Ughhh!”

Octavio laughed at her disgruntlement, and he smiled to himself, remembering when he felt the same way about his own performer life. His old life. One with Craig in it by his side. His smile softened at that thought. He could still have that if fate willed itself to be so. If Craig wanted that, too. Suddenly, a jelly ran up to the idols, holding out a tablet and frantically jumping in the air. Marie bent down, grabbed the tablet, and read what was on it, cursing under her breath. She motioned for Callie to read it, who subsequently cursed under her own breath, and both of them said quick goodbyes before quickly leaving towards the main stage. Octavio and Craig sat alone in silence, once again relying on background noise to fill the auditory void.

“Hey, Craig,” Octavio started softly in the now relenting quiet. “You did good with those two, y’know that?”

“I didn’t do much,” he said, smiling. “They’ve always seemed to know everything.”

They fell back into silence. There were so many unsaid words, but neither of them made an effort to speak them into existence. Finally, Craig sighed.

“Hey, Tavi,” Craig started softly. “Y’know how I’m officially on Team Past, and you’re officially on Team Present?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well,” he began. “I think that while separately we may be on different teams, together we are on one: Team Future.”

Octavio deliberated for a moment and then smiled. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.”

“I missed you, Octavio.”

“I missed you, too, Craig.”

Author’s Notes: Hihi, if you made it this far tysm for reading! I saw the two sitting in the booth together and wondered how that even happened canonically lol. Anyways, likes & reblogs are appreciated but ofc not mandatory. I hope I brought some joy into your day!

- Soupy

P.S.: which of the devs decided to put them together anyway, give them a raise NOW

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