#absolutely no cheat sheets here

[chaotic-orphan]

Hiii, this is your girly 💍 You actually responded much faster to my ask than I expected you to aha- 😅

First off, thank you sooo much for responding to my ask, it’s always very much appreciated :))

I just want to let you know I love receiving AND responding to your replies. And you wrote SO much length which, like, makes me superrrr happy and, in the moment, excited. To be honest, asking asks kinda gets me out of my writer’s block if you can believe it- It’s forcing me to write, since my brain is itching to respond, and so it’s like making me write, which is good, because I need to write lol- Even if it’s not with creative fiction, it’s just- like, excessive fangirl posts in dedication and/or honor of you-

Thank you so much for the tips on writing superpowers!! After reading your suggestions, I do have a few notes to make!

Now that I look at it, Kit’s superpower DOES fit his personality- And Ambrose’s does too- I don’t think I’ve ever consciously noticed the subtlety of that in your writing lol, so I thank you a lot for that, since giving them a power that fits their overall character is literally an ingredient to making a good craft, so like thank you- I’ll definitely keep that in mind when trying to come up with what ability a character should get!

And OMG, I’ve found that Pinterest actually really helps with fueling up characters and their superpowers- So, thank you for that tip as well, since it kinda starts up the supernatural writing mechanics in my brain-

Also, you said: “I can write more advice I’ve learned if you want a more detailed reply to this question, just shoot me an ask and-” And I just want you to know, you will be receiving an ask in all caps that you can give me more advice underneath 😀 So, like, the topic of that ask isn’t built off you answering my barely-strung-together-rambles, but actually zeroed in on a main subject (aka writing superpowers-)

Thank you so so SO much for all the tips, I really think they’ll help me out! Like, a lot-

Also, I kinda assumed you weren’t in school, lol, since I saw you were 25 in your bio but I literally couldn’t remember for the life of me if it was you who got the, as I see, the undergrad lol– (Late) Congratulations btw!!

I alsooooo kinda assumed you’d be writing drabbles for Febuwhump, lol- Like, as I was asking if you were gonna do a series or drabbles, I kinda already guessed, since you are more prone to writing these magnificent masterpieces that I want like 80 continuing parts to, but like their one standalone was perfectly curated to be, like, alone?? Like, to be glorified without a continuation in progress?? Idk! But I loveee your drabbles. And your series. And your asks. And your reblogs. Anything you post on your blog, really. 

Also, I actually managed to write some of my layout for Febuwhump today which I’m very proud of ☺️Though, I’m not pleased with two of the layouts, so I might scrap it and try something different- I think I’m going to do a little more than half of the febuwhump prompts for a series, and then the rest as just drabbles. So, I'll be writing a short series, lol. So, I don’t burn out-

Also- (omg, why do I keep transitioning these paragraphs with “Also” Like it’s becoming repetitive, even to me-) I am, and have forever been, very shy about my writing. And I know I’ve probably regressed over the year when it comes to my literacy capabilities, butttttttttt I have to remind myself that I might aspire to do something with writing in the future. And I should get over my stage fright when it comes to presenting my writing for others to behold and see. And, sooooo, there’s a chance I’ll tag you in a febuwhump post, lol, but only! on the ones I think you’d actually like, because, please be warned, I’m incredibly rusty. AND, just so you know, I would never say “ew no” to you 🥺 You are too precious- And I know no pressure! But, also the pressure IS kinda on because like I want to write something good that you’d enjoy, and actually I don’t wanna pressure YOU into reading it, because idk- You already know I have a thing for lengthy replies, so you’d expect my writing to be lengthy (but who knows because I haven’t written anything in a while), and I don’t want you to force yourself to read something you won’t enjoy, and anyway- it’s totally up to you, and it won’t hurt my feelings if I like tag you in something during Febuwhump and you don’t like it and you can literally give me (constructive; I’m still slightly fragile 😀) criticism, because like, yah. And anyway, I’m going to stop this overthinking ramble, right nowwww

YESSSS, now to your rambles section of your replyyyyyyyyy

I have definitely noticed you match the vibes of others, actually sometimes you OUTmatch them 😭 But I can tell it's because the person said something and it was about something you were passionate about and you just had to get it out lol- which I totallyyyyy understand to the fullest extent- I was very hesitant when I sent my first ever ask to you on New Years Eve, since I, like, didn’t use my deductive reasoning intuition and check the comments to your posts and actually see the way you responded to others- and you always responded to others with the vibes in tact-

I would like to let you know that I actually prefer responses to my asks that aren’t immediate lol- Of course I get SUPER excited when I get a reply back, but it kinda feels like a penpal ya know? Like, letters kinda? I kinda like not being overwhelmed with answering as quickly as possible, and actually being given time to send and then receive responses- It feels much more chill---more calm, if you, like, know what I mean- Idk-

Thank you for your concern about me not stressing out- Nothing about responding to you stressed me out, so don’t worry! It makes me HAPPY to endorse in my favorite orphan- Because here’s the thing! I loveeee spending my time responding, and getting into the flow of things, and literally, I know I don’t owe you anything, but I’ve been reading on your blog for a little over a year, so it kinda feels refreshing to just actually get to talk to the blogger I’ve come to adore (be it inconsistently, as I hopped on and off tumblr)-

By the way, and this is totally random, but you said “reinforce” in your ask, and I though that was funny, because that was a vocabulary word I learned at school this week lol- 

Reverting to female Whumpees, I really just think it comes down to being more polite with them, ya know? But at the same time, since I’m female and don’t have as strict qualms around the hurt revolving around female whumpees, it doesn’t really pull me back from wanting to write them- It’s just, certain instances, just seem literally closed off or off bounds to be used with or against female whumpees-

I think that’s kinda why I want to do the female whumpee and female whumper combination, since it’s like they are both the same gender so there wouldn't be anything holding me back from any suffering happening- But at the same time, a nicely written male whumper would also do wonders in making a female whumpees suffering more- idk?? Like, appetizing? Just something about it ya know- Like a nicely written male whumper and nicely written female whumpee would piece together so fluidly- A compatible whump match, if I may. I think that’s why I really like Supervillain and Morgan’s interactions so much because of how compatible the two are (and I don’t mean this romantic-wise, or friendship-wise, but I mean it whump-wise). But the two fit! And their fluidness with one another really brings together the Heroic Betrayal story! and I don't think that fluidness would prevail as much if Morgan was instead a Mason, or a Mark, ya know? Like, sometimes female whumpees slide into a story more smoothly than male whumpess 🤷 And I think another thing is that I read male whumpees alllll the time it feels like- And that’s not necessarily a bad thing! But it really was refreshing when I picked up Heroic Betrayal and came across Morgan’s character, because, like- I feel like I don't get to see that often-

(Plus, I can sympathize more easily with my whumped girlies than my whumped baby boys-)

FYI, you are nottt delayed, you could withstand from responding to my ask for WEEKS and it still wouldn’t count as delayed to me- Like, you literally responding to my ask WAYYYYY sooner than I expected, a pleasant surprise! But, a surprise nontheless lol- Like, literally the first thing I see after school- 

Though, I must admit. it’s hard not to feel like I kinda do overstep with my responses- Since it feels like I’m rambling the whole time, but like I’ll make sure to remind myself that you don’t mind- and I think my self-doubt stems from my overthinking tendencies, so I’ll make sure to push past that loll

And just to note I LOVE your replies, short and (guiltily, but especially) the lengthy ones- And I really appreciate you making your replies divided into sections and also always keeping them very concise and structured- It’s very pleasing to the eyes-

Onto the writer’s block section!

Thank you for putting my feelings into your own words, hello?? You literally just explained to me how I was feeling- in like perfect words and vocabulary?? Everything in this section was really motivationally inspiring which I really appreciate! And I’ll take heed to your suggestions- I’ll definitely check out Stephen King’s Interviews! I have to remind myself, often, that the first draft is notttt going to be good, loll-

On the Motivation section.

I really liked this section because, for one, comparing motivation to a “cruel mistress” made my writing euphoria happy, because that line ate?? Oh, and I do see the ages posted in bios! I get a little intimidated when I see people surpass 18 years old, because I’m like, “oh, should I back off?” Since I am on the younger side of things (a couple years till 18), I try to avoid crossing dangerous territory. Despite you being slightly older, I still really enjoy your blog, and I honestly feel like it suits my age range. Like, it’s more focused on character depth and plot and that stuff so it’s like a comfort zone for me- And you’re also, like, really nice- Which, like, draws me in like a moth to a flame (? I THINK that’s the right phrase??) And I kinda see you as a role model to look up to when it comes to my writing- So, there's that-

Okay, I knowwww I should focus on school, but I loveeee replying to you alsooooooo

Anyway, thank you again for your reply! They really mean the whole world and more to me!

-From your girly 💍

PS. (I totally did not giggle when you called me “you little cinnamon roll” 🫢)

-Just FYI, school is closed tomorrow because it’s a snow day :) I’m very pleased- Day 1 of me asking you to write a book 😃

Dear 💍 girly,

You are right, we are letter writers now, this a pen-palship📮📫📬

I’m glad our conversation is forcing you to write more and forcing you out of the dreaded writer’s block!!! I am so sorry for how late this reply is, I didn’t even realise until I got another ask today, I am so sorry!!! So, let me answer now, and it will probably be as long as yours hehehe – I saw your superpower ask as well, I will reply to that after this!!! Get some good links and stuff that I use too for you XD

On Superpowers and Fanfic

Yes, superpowers matching people’s personalities are really good at making superpower characters – that’s something I learned from fanfics hehehe and superpower AUs on A03, which if you don’t know, you probably do, but AO3 has some of the best fucking writers ever, and fanfic in general is also just such a big fun thing

On Pinterest

AND PINTEREST!!! Is the best, I make pinterest boards for my stories when they get long and I need more creative vibes, I need to visually see it – for example Morgan in Heroic Betrayal didn’t have a hair colour until like chapter 9 because I didn’t have a character reference for her yet ahahahahahh - but actually, then I started playing Witcher 3 and she is literally Ciri in my head (sorry I am also a big game nerd, love video game bosses, so whumpy)

On Your Writing Progress

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!

YOU WROTE SOME LAYOUT FOR FEBUWHUMP!!! That is brilliant, if you want to, please tag me in your drabbles or the ones you like (totally cool if not XD No pressure)

OH NEVERMIND, I JUST READ THE NEXT PARAGRAPH AHAHHAHAHA – I don’t want you to feel like you have to write something good that I’ll like! Perfection is the enemy of creativity and I have written some god awful things when I started writing and I still look back on it with pride (in my personal writing journals) because I wrote so much and because of it this love of writing has stayed with me for yearrrsss!!!

Hahahah, I am glad you prefer later replies, it does feel more like pen pals this way!! Reading and responding to all the little paragraphs hehehe!!

OH MY GOD NEW VOCAB WORD, REINFORCED heheheh what a coincidence!!

If you like Heroic betrayal – the dynamic between Morgan and Supervillain, I would recommend reading @/whumblr’s Bookish series – really good fem Whumpee and male whumper dynamic – just delicious O Mo Dhia

On Female whumpee/whumpers

But I totally agree with your opinion, like fem Whumpee and fem whumper would be no holds barred all out smackdown, and that is because they’re equals like male whumper, male Whumpee – but even then the dynamic changes!

Because women are so much more subtle in their domination than men who respond more to violence and so are more violent! But fem Whumpee/whumper would be soooooo good!!! I am only delving into that dynamic recently!!! And fem Whumpee/whumper is really interesting to write.

On Ranting and Self-consciousness

No, please, ramble, rant, tell me your every thought, you are NOT overstepping!!! like I am (obviously) paying attention to this and replying and giving it thought, but like I am not self-conscious about how it will be read or picked up and I think that comes with age ahahaha…

I have a lot of sisters, and my younger sisters are embarrassed by little things that I try to tell them won’t matter in a few years, but it matters a lot to them at the time!!! And self-consciousness is something everyone has to battle in life, like I would never dream of sharing my whump fics with anyone I know hehehe, we all got to lock that voice in a cage and throw it in a river

And I am having a lot of fun talking to you!

On First Drafts🤢

THE FIRST DRAFT IS A PERFECT EXAMPLE OF CRINGE, likeeee first drafts succkkkkk so bad O Mo Dhia, it is actually just… GAH INFURIATING and you’re like “this is the worst writing ever” and there are so many quotes on writing – “like books aren’t written, they’re re-written,” and that “all good writing is re-writing” etc.  

On Motivation

Hahahah, I think in my last reply I was struggling with motivation and reading a dramatic book and I was feeling edgy, cruel mistress hehehe, it’s so true though!!! GAH!

On older writers

I felt that intimidation too back in the days of my youth😭😭😭– but no just as long as your safe on the internet (oh god, I really am old) and just y’know, you’re very nice and sweet, but do be careful with that openness too and yeah, I mean, obviously trust your gut and be savvy – okay, I am stopping this rant, I am not your dad ahhaahaha – INTERNET SAFETY GUYS, NOT A JOKING MATTER

Although I’m honoured to be your role model when it comes to writing, you are just so cute agghhhhh – you are a cinnamon roll ahahhahah, thank you for your last letter, these are letters now, we are pen pals now, writing with quills by candlelight in plague ridden France mmmmm yes ahahahhahah

SNOW DAY!!!!!!!!!! LET’S GO!!!!! Oh my god I used to love when our school pipes burst and we didn’t have school for a few days, 10/10

I am currently writing a book, writing two, but one is more prose fiction like contemporary fiction, but MY FAVE IS the one about two brothers in a magic world with powers (which is basically glorified fable (another old video game) fanfiction but I LOVE THEM) so yes 😊

[st7rnioioss]

࿐ ˚ ⋆ ֹ CHRIS DOESN'T KNOW

— based off the song "scotty doesn't know" by lustra

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... don't like, don't read! chratt fic!!, threesum (no incest shit), dom!matt, softdom!chris, cheating (don't do this in real life), unprotected sex (wrap it), slightly public sex (? in a car), minor angst (mentions of cheating + arguing), protected sex, oral (f + m receiving), praise kink, dumbification kink, slight dacryphilia.

𝒢𝜚 wc: 5.3k

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: wow wow woooww.. first chratt fic i've ever written! i can't tell if i like or absolutely despise this, but here you are. i love u, freaks!!🤍

chris doesn’t know we do it in my van every sunday she tells him she’s in church but she doesn’t go still, she’s on her knees and chris doesn’t know

“o-oh, matt-“ you moaned, head thrown back against the window of matt’s car, one of your hands gripping onto his shoulders as he basically pounded his cock into you, the other one holding onto the hand grip on the door.

“fuuuckk… c-can’t believe chris gets to see this every day, huh? so pretty..” he ducked his head down to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and collarbone, his pace not halting one bit as his fingertips dug into your hips.

this had become sort of a routine.. every sunday you’d tell chris you were going to church when really you were doing something way more sinful. something that definitely didn’t belong in a church—far from it, even.

you had arranged a specific spot where matt would drive by every sunday, and he’d either have you on your knees in his car or, like right now, sprawled out in the backseat.

“matt! d-don’t stop, please!” you wailed, his thumb connecting to your bud making your back arch and eyes squeeze shut.

“oh, i don’t plan on it.. w-we have ‘til ten thirty-“ he groaned, throwing his head back when he felt your sticky walls clamp around him. “th-think you can keep going?”

oh, chris doesn’t know so don’t tell chris

you knew all this was very wrong.. cheating on your boyfriend, first of all. but with his brother? there was really no excuse.

restless nights were one way to describe the pit in your stomach. staring at the ceiling, asking yourself what drove you to do such a fucked up thing.

chris was perfect… he treated you like there was no other girl in the world, showering you with gifts, and receiving endless kisses from him, and the praise and sweet words he gave you whenever you had sex were more than enough of what you needed.

it left you wondering. couldn’t matt give you the same? they were so similar, yet different. whenever you were having sex with chris, you couldn’t deny you missed matt’s cruel effort to make you cry, rather than chris’s effort to make you smile. yet chris’s compliments is what kept you so flustered and shy around him.

it was complicated. you used to have this “friends with benefits” situation with matt before you got with chris.. and disturbingly enough, it lasted. but you still loved chris, very much.. you just also happened to have sex with matt?

“hey, um.. i don’t mean to be nosy, but like.. you’ve been kinda off lately. are you okay?” chris whispered from behind you, his arms wrapped securely around you.

you sighed, but not in annoyance, messily turning around under the sheets. you met his eyes that had a somewhat worryingly look to them.

“chris, i’m okay. i promise, i’ve just.. i’ve just been tired,” you whispered back, leaving a kiss on his forehead. “don’t worry about me.” sure, you were lying straight through your teeth, but you couldn’t tell him yet. he wasn’t ready to know.

he smiled back at you, nodding slowly as an answer, not wanting to take this thing further. he returned the kiss but to your lips.

oh, chris doesn’t know so don’t tell chris

you were sat in your bed, music playing softly in the background while you scrolled through whatever social media app was interesting at the moment until you were interrupted.

a sigh escaped your lips. you hated keeping this from chris.

even though you saw stars every time you were with matt, it felt so wrong—that pit in your stomach only grew time after time… but yet you craved more from him.

she says she’s out shopping but she’s under me and i’m not stopping

your phone was going off from your nightstand, chris sending messages about letting him see what you had gotten yourself—but that was the last thing you wanted to focus on right now.

chris had called you just earlier, asking if he could come over to hang out with you. but you were.. busy with some other stuff. stuff, as in, matt was over.

“what do i say? i can’t just tell him i’m having sex with his brother,” you groaned, staring down at the confused message from chris.

matt shrugged, taking a sip of his canned soda. “i dunno.. just say you’re out shopping or somethin’, he won’t bat an eye,”

“y-you’re so fucking wet.. listen to that,” matt groaned from on top of you, listening to the wet squelching his dick elicited from your pussy. “y’like it raw that much?”

ecstasy was all you could describe it as. as much as you liked all the positions matt could manhandle you into, this was easily your favorite—along with the raw feeling of his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

you had always kept a promise that no matter what, you’d never let matt fuck you raw. it was intimate to another level, even the thought of him finishing inside of you making your stomach churn weirdly. but this..?

“m-mm..” you babbled, eyes stuck to the back of your skull as he fucked his hips into the back of your thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulders.

he chuckled, reaching a thumb out to wipe the spit off the corner of your mouth. “so dumb.. you like being fucked stupid on my cock, don’t you?”

you weren’t even processing his words, nodding dumbly at the clouded words before you squeezed around him for the second time that evening. a loud moan of his name escaped your puffy lips, your release creating a ring around his cock.

oh, chris doesn’t know so don’t tell chris

a few months had passed since you got together with chris while keeping up this thing with matt, and honestly, you were surprised you first of all hadn’t told him yet, and second of all that he still hadn’t noticed. you were being quite risky with this after all.

“do you want anything?” chris whispers from next to you, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face making you chuckle.

“no, i’m okay.” you whispered back.

you, chris, nick, and matt had gotten together to watch a movie, though matt’s eyes were not on the screen in front of him.

the tension was in the air—and it was thick. at least between you and matt. it always left you nervous when both chris and mag were in the same room as you. thinking about what went on behind closed doors.

a sense of jealousy was bottled up inside of matt. he’d never gotten to be intimate with you like that. the secret whispers, cuddling, kissing, all that jazz was only something you’d ever do with chris and not him.

still, he pushed that feeling away, reminding himself to appreciate he even got to be close to you.

and though you’d never like to admit, the thought of both chris and matt being with you, touching you had crossed your mind.. more often than you’d like it to.

it was a simple solution, right? both matt and chris having to share you, rather than you being torn inside from lying to chris and cheating on chris with matt.

chris doesn’t know don’t tell chris

“no, i’m serious. something is up, y-you’re not acting like yourself!” chris raised his voice, reaching out to take your hands in his.

the poor boy was so afraid to lose you, his heart pounding in his chest. he’d do anything for you, anything to keep you as his.

“chris, i said i’m okay! nothing is wrong, i’m just stressed lately, stop being like that!” you yelled back, but you didn’t let go of his hands.

you wanted to cry, you really did. your love for chris was so overwhelming, yet you felt so terrible when thinking of letting him know about you and matt. how would he react? would he leave you for good? did you want.. the both of them?

all those bottled-up emotions only left you to push chris away from you.

“no, i’m not- i’m not accepting that excuse anymore. you’ve been telling me that for weeks now, you have to tell me the truth,” he clung to you, pulling you closer to him while a pleading look made it to his face.

you only stared up at him for a while, momentarily considering telling him about this whole situation.

“but.. but what if i am telling the truth?”

chris nearly couldn’t believe what he was hearing, letting out a scoff while letting go of you, shoving your hands off.

“fine. if you wanna be like that, then go ahead. but i can’t help you.”

the whole situation fucked up chris and matt too. every passing second, matt got more and more possessive over you, leading him to bicker with chris.

chris didn’t understand why he was suddenly being pushed away from the both of you, leaving him on edge at all times as well.

the powder and the fuse—chris and matt. whenever they walked into the same room, you could only bet on how long it’d take before the two were arguing. whether it was pointless stuff that pissed the two guys off, or there was a deeper meaning behind the arguments.

all this caused nick to get upset as well. he couldn’t stand his brothers fighting all the time, leaving him pissy too.

whether it was breaking up the arguments between the two brothers or joining in, there was always a building tension in their relationship.

was there any escape from this? all you knew was that your lies and secrets only tore all of you further apart from each other.

i can’t believe he’s so trusting while i’m right behind you thrusting she’s got him on the phone and she’s trying not to moan it’s a three-way call and he knows nothing

the next time you spoke with chris after your little disagreement was over the phone. you had matt behind you, thrusting his cock into your soaked walls while you tried your best to focus on what chris was saying.

“wha.. yeah. yes, that’s- that’s perfect..” you bit back a whimper, your hand tightening its grip on your phone, your eyes pinched shut while matt drove his dick in and out of you.

it was so nice of chris—after the argument you had just a few days prior, he decided he could at least make it up to you by taking you out for a nice dinner, talking stuff through instead of staying mad at each other, even treat you with some make-up sex. hell, he’d even gotten you a pretty dress to wear.

“are you okay? you sound a little off,” chris’s voice could be hear through the speakers, the confused tone to his voice making you wish you could just hang up already.

with a weak and somewhat faux laugh, you answered him. “no, no i’m good.. s-seven thirty is fine,” you mumbled, a whimper falling from your lips, momentarily making you panic. “sorry, my shoe won’t- won’t come on,”

chris shrugged off your explanation. “uh, okay. i’ll see you at seven-thirty then, baby. goodb-“

“bye! i’ll see you,” you interrupted, hanging up immediately.

finally, you let the moans fall from your parted lips, muffled from the pillow you buried your face into, clutching for the sheets. the phone fell from your grasp, matt’s hand grabbing a good handful of your hair, driving your face further down into the soft pillow.

“he doesn’t have a clue in the fucking world.. his pretty girl getting her brains fucked out, huh? on his brother's cock?” he chuckled dryly, lifting your head up.

he gradually picked up his pace, allowing weak and whiny moans to flow freely from your swollen lips, skin slapping against skin.

“i don’t think he’d be too pleased to see this.. drooling over my fucking dick. is it really that good?” he taunted, referring to the patch of spit soaked into the fabric of your pillow.

chris doesn’t know so don’t tell chris ‘cause chris doesn’t know

you should’ve seen it coming, really. all the sneaking around would eventually come to an end, whether you broke it off with matt, or chris somehow found out…

which he did.

“hey, do you want anything? i could grab some food for us,” chris suggested, gently nudging your side to catch your attention.

chris had invited you to sleep over, as if you didn’t basically live with them by now, deciding to starts a movie-marathon. chris’s idea.

you looked up at him from your position on the bed, your limbs entangled. “yeah, sure. i’ll stay here tho, i’m too tired to move,”

chris laughed lightly at your response, but he eventually got out of your complicated position, leaving a kiss to your forehead.

“i’ll be back in no time,” he smiled, before waving goodbye, not forgetting his keys and wallet.

you blew a kiss his way, and not long after you could hear the car running.

tiredly, you stood up, deciding to why not go talk to matt while chris was gone, since nick was at the movies with a couple friends.

softly, you knocked on his door, hearing a faint ‘come on in’ from behind the door, carefully pushing it open.

“oh. hi there,” matt smiled at you, sitting by his desk.

“hello,” you returned the smile, waving at him from his doorframe, taking a quick glance at his room. though you weren’t exactly here to do anything specific, your stomach started swirling, making you nervous.

the second matt stood up and made his way over to you with a twinkle in his eye, you regretted going upstairs to say hi in the first place.

looking at you, he reached out to tug a couple strands of hair behind your ear, leaving you speechless and flustered, gazing straight into his blue eyes.

“did you want anything?” he asked, cupping the side of your face while tilting his head to the side in a questioning manner, though he definitely knew.

you weren’t here to have sex, it wasn’t the time and situation for that.. but now it seemed much more than tempting with nick and chris out of the house. you were supposed to just chat, and keep you entertained until chris came back.

you met his eyes, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, and that was all matt needed as an answer, quickly getting his hands on you.

matt was sprawled out under you, his head and back resting on the mattress beneath him, while your nails clawed for his chest.

“ff-fuck.. we have t-to hurry..” you whimpered, your legs already aching from being spread out on either side of his hips.

matt was trying his best not to buck his hips up to meet yours, the restraint wearing thinner and thinner while you squeezed and grinded on top of him.

“you gotta pick your pace up then, baby..” he mumbled weakly, giving the side of your thigh a gentle pat, as if that would help you go faster.

you shook your head, feeling matt’s hands rub down your sides, one of them eventually reaching for your breast, brushing his thumb over your bud.

“i-i can’t, matt..” you whined, the ache in your inner thighs too evident to keep moving, only continuing your weak and slow rocking, your pussy drooling around his stretch.

“cone on.. y-you just gotta-“ matt went to say, but immediately cut himself off when he heard a creak from the doorframe.

“oh.”

chris stood there by the door, staring at the two of you. the second you heard a voice that definitely wasn’t matt’s and was a little too familiar, your eyes flickered to meet chris’s.

and just like that, your heart immediately dropped to your stomach, blood running cold.

“i-i’m sorry..” you whispered, your voice quiet and barely coherent, staring back up at chris, before looking away from him.

though chris was more than shocked to see you literally sit on his brother's dick, he didn’t feel sad or betrayed like any other person would. sure, confusion and shock were running through his whole body.. but it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling.

quickly, you reached for a blanket, wrapping it around yourself before getting off matt, leaving him to scramble around with his own blanket.

there was silence. not a single word, except the music playing from matt’s computer, nearly drowned out from the thick tension.

chris felt torn. he wanted to be mad, no, he had to. you cheated, didn’t you? but yet he couldn’t get himself to yell at you, instead feeling a sense of arousal both the sight of you right there, and the thought of.. sharing you.

he kicked the door shut behind him, stepping forward to look down at you sitting on matt’s bed.

“are you mad at me?” you whispered with a hurt expression plastered all across your face, patiently waiting for any chance of explanation.

“no.. i don’t- i don't know why. i’m not,” he mumbled back, taking off his cap to run his hands through his messy hair, before looking at matt.

relief washed through your veins, letting out a sigh of reassurance, yet a perplexed expression made its way to your face.

“can i ask you something..?” chris questioned, his eyes flickering between the both of you.

swiftly, you shot a glance matt’s way, before you both nodded hesitantly, making chris wonder how exactly to word this without being too straightforward.

“could we.. i mean, it’s fine if you think it’s weird, but- i’ve been thinking about us, me and matt, both.. going down on you?”

chris’s words lingered in the air, your earlobes turning pink, as well as your cheeks, staring at him. matt seemed just as shocked, yet neither of the two of you seemed opposed to the idea.

you had no clue that chris would think of such a thing. whenever you had sex, it wasn’t like he initiated more. but from chris’s point of view, he would just get to see more angles of how you’d react to another person's touch, his touch.

matt looked at you, a shrug pulling at his shoulders with an expression that said he definitely didn’t mind.

“i-i don’t.. i don’t mind,” a red hue tinted your cheeks, almost too shy to say the words, to even thinking about what would happen.

and immediately, it was like a switch had been flipped inside chris and matt.

“a-are you guys sure about this?” the words came mumbled from your lips, feeling more exposed than ever, though both brothers had seen you completely vulnerable and naked numerous times.

you weren’t unsure about your own situation, more about theirs. since.. well, they’re brothers?

“shh, don’t worry. it’s okay, we’re okay. just relax f’me, will you?” chris’s breath fans against your inner thighs, making your squirm.

but matt holds you in place, his legs on either side of yours, arms wrapped around your middle from behind you. he rested his chin your shoulder, just to get a clearer look of what was going on, to see how you’d react.

“stop squirmin’..” he husked, feeling your lean further back into his chest, your head thrown back into his shoulder, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’.

chris wastes no time, pressing deliberate kisses to your inner thighs as you whined in desperation, your eyes fluttering shut.

matt’s fingers make their way up your chest, carefully cupping your breasts in each hand, rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers.

“so, so pretty.. and so wet for me?” chris’s breath was hot against your folds, making another whimper tug at your lips.

“for us..” matt broke in, making chris roll his eyes in response.

not another second passes before he attaches his tongue to your folds, causing you to gasp, instinctively allowing your fingers to reach for chris’s hair to tug on.

you can hear matt chuckle faintly behind you, but it was washed out from the buzzing in your head. chris deliberately lapping kitty-licks to your folds, before pressing his tongue to your clit, hooking your thighs up over his shoulders.

at this rate you didn’t care about his fingers leaving marks to your thighs, the only thought going through your head was the absolute pleasure you were receiving from the two.

“oh gosh, chris.. please keep going,” your lips parted, puffy and glistening while your eyes pinched shut, your senses filled with the faint smell of matt’s cologne that still lingered on his skin.

chris continues to lazily lick stripes up your folds before he lets one of your legs rest on the bed to allow his thumb to attach to your clit. the sudden change made your back arch, but matt held you down once more.

moans and whimpers are being ripped from your mouth, only adding to the fuel inside of chris, working his pink tongue in and out of your leaking hole.

“y’taste.. so fuckin’ good, princess..” chris mumbled from between your legs, the soft vibration of his words going straight up your spine.

chris’s hair was already disheveled and messed up from when you played with it earlier, but when you reached and tugged gently on the strands it only messed it up even further. your reaction adds to chris’s desire, knowing he was doing well.

he let his tongue run down your pussy again, before starting to swirl and prod the muscle at your entrance, his only goal in mind being giving you as much pleasure as he could.

shameless moans continued spilling from your lips, leaning further into matt’s body behind you, your legs closing around chris’s head.

“fuck! i’m gonna come, please-“ you whined, accidentally bucking your hips up, but chris didn’t seem to mind.

his thumb circled your bud even tighter, the slight stubble on his face scratching across your inner thighs, surely leaving a faint burn later.

“shh, y’need to quiet down a tad,” matt’s words were whispered from behind you, his lips close to graze your ear.

one of matt’s hands sneaks from your breast to your neck, gently but firmly gripping you to hold your shuddering body back as you lean into him, trying to get you to stay in place as chris worked you through your orgasm, fucking you with his tongue.

you just about lose it when matt’s fingers add a soft pressure to your neck, your skin heating up and breathing getting heavier—all this leads to your mind fogging up completely.

shockwaves gripped your body, dissolving into pleasure when you came, letting out strangled moans of chris’s name.

“ohhh, just like that.. doin’ so good,” matt chuckled, his fingers slipping from your throat, returning to cup your soft skin

chris’s chin and lips were basically covered in a mix of your release and his own spit, before using the back of his hand to wipe it off.

you chuckled breathlessly, letting your hands fall from chris’s hair, your chest heaving with every breath.

“come on.. let us take care of you,” matt said from behind, clearly growing impatient and eager, gently nudging your back to signal for you to move.

chris quickly stole a kiss, leaning forward to connect your lips, before leaving more down the side of your face, causing you to let out a giggle. he laughed along, before getting settled on the bed.

a second later you’re on all fours, feeling chris crawl up behind you, one of his large hands smoothing down the spine of your back.

your look over at matt, a confused look settling on your face. “are you not joining?”

he shrugs, shaking his head for a moment. “i just wanna watch for a minute.. don’t worry.”

a smug smile made its way onto his lips. really, he just wanted to watch you, how you shuddered and reacted while positioned like that. it was like his own, personal third-person view of how you’d look while being fucked by him.

you just nodded it off, before your legs were spread further apart by his thighs, the tip of his cock prodding at your weeping pussy, smearing the precum over your folds. the icky feeling made you whine, digging your nails into the sheets in both desperation and aching need.

“so, so pretty.. i could look at you all day,” chris whispered from behind you, hand hand reaching the ends of your hair to push out of the way, smoothing his palm up your back.

you smiled to yourself at his sweet words, until you felt him press the head of his cock through your opening. a gasp slipped from your parted lips, the stretch leaving a twinge between your legs.

“christ.. you take me so well..” he groaned from behind you, watching his cock disappear inside of you, a whimper ripping from the back of your throat. “do you wish it was matt touching you right now? this isn’t enough, is it?”

your ears perked up at his question, all blood running from your face. matt was already staring at the two of you, carefully wrapping his hand around his aching dick. chris never talked to you like this, making your stomach swirl—it was only something matt ever did.

truthfully, you shook your head. it wasn’t like matt didn’t make you feel good, but this was really all you needed. “n-no..”

a yelp elicited from your lips when he pressed his cock further inside of your drooling walls, echoing with the whimper falling past matt’s.

you turn your head to look at him, met with the sight of him fisting his erection, eyes locked on yours.

“really? i think you’re lying.. too busy running around fucking my brother. come on, matt,” chris waved him over, his fingertips digging into the soft skin of your hips, pulling you back to take more of his cock.

you felt nervous, more vulnerable than ever under both their eyes and chris’s harsh words, though they weren’t linked with malice, more something to get you both going. matt shuffled closer in front of you, and you twisted your neck to look up at him.

“come on.. you know what to do,” chris murmured, his length throbbing inside of you—it was getting hard to hold back from pumping his cock inside of you, watching your puffy walls suck him in.

nervously, you reached out to wrap your hand around matt, watching the sticky substance already smear from his tip, purposely rub your thumb over his slit, earning a groan from him.

carefully, your lips parted to wrap around his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. matt let out a quiet moan, his hand entangling in your hair, guiding you to take more of him. it wasn’t until he hit the back of your throat he stopped, loosening his grip on you but not letting go.

“fuck, you look so hot with my dick down your throat,” his head lolled back, eyes shut while you desperately tried to adjust to the restraint of breathing, your own eyes pinched shut.

suddenly, chris thrusted his hips forward, his hand on your back pressing down to arch your back as much as possible, the sudden shove forward making your gag around matt, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes.

“o-oh my god..” chris groaned, starting to pick up a slow rhythm, keeping it gentle since he didn’t actually want to hurt you.

“shiiitt.. fucking drooling around my cock, sweetheart..”

spit pooled around matt’s girth, hollowing your cheeks in an attempt to bob your head on his hardness, feeling every vein and ridge under your tongue, causing matt to groan.

it didn’t take long for chris’s pace to pick up, as well as your own, moaning and sputtering around his dick. his hand gripped the back of your head, accidentally bucking his hips into your mouth.

“you feel so good, angel.. so, so good, you’re doing so well..” chris cooed from behind you, gently massaging your hips in a way of comforting you, though his pace was a stark contrast to his dreamy words.

chocked whines were let out around matt, trying your best to signal your climax was close, your head going empty as the bliss took over you. the feeling, the pure ecstasy that ran through your veins seemed irreplaceable in the moment. nothing could add up to this.

the vibrations from your pretty noises and attempted words sent a shock of electricity up matt’s spine, guttural groans flowing past his lips.

you were throbbing around chris, your walls fluttering with every erratic pound, heat pooling in your lower tummy. and chris could feel it all, feel how your soaked hole pulsed and squeezed around his cock.

“you’re close, aren’t you? it’s okay.. it’s okay,

you can come,” chris shushed you, his chest heaving while letting out pathetic whimpers between pants.

you were writhing beneath the two, your clit swollen and a sheen of sweat prickling across your forehead and back. you lost composure, seeing stars from how overwhelming the whole situation was, your body going numb and hot.

“come on, she’s doing so good.. why don’t you tell her?” chris spoke between gritted teeth, looking up at matt.

he looked almost puzzled, not used to being so sweet with his words, but that was exactly was chris was going for. you deserved the world, not derogatory praised though he knew you didn’t mind either.

“yeah.. he’s right, you take it so well, hm? y’like being stuffed full like this?” matt complied, feeling your lips loosen around his length, your bobbing turning sloppy and halting.

your gut tightened, knees buckling under you when you came around chris’s dick, waves crashing upon you as your slick smeared over his length, tears escaping your waterline to roll down your cheek.

the repeated shudder around matt’s length was becoming too much, before his grip tightened on your hair, spilling his cum down your throat when he was pushed over the edge, spit seeping from the corner of your mouth.

“fuck! take it all, i know you can,” matt’s words stung when he continued to rut his hips forward, before tears were staining your cheeks, milking him completely dry.

with a pop, he pulled back, allowing you to heave for air, messy moans being ripped from your throat from chris’s unrelenting thrusts.

“ch-chris.. i can’t take it, please. it’s too much,” you whimpered between a quiet sob, sobs of ecstasy, clamping down around him while the tip of his dick kissed your cervix with every roll of his hips.

“y-you really think you could handle the both of us? at the same time?” matt cooed with faux sympathy, leaning down to cup the side of your face, his thumb wiping the mix of his release and saliva off your lips, “of course, you couldn’t,”

he tsked, shaking his head while giving your cheek a pat. chris then broke in, his eyes stuck to where your two bodies connected, your slick release covering his length, “shh.. just a little bit more, m’almost there doll, you’re doing so good..”

another whine slipped from your glistening, swollen lips, dipping forward to bury your face into a pillow, allowing chris to hit way deeper inside your gummy walls.

you were basically clawing at the soft fabric, hot tears falling from your eyes like prior, the soft cries making his pace turn sloppy, indicating he was close.

with a final thrust, his movements stilled, before spurting the hot seed inside of you, the icky substance filling you up.

he groaned, basically collapsing on top of you, his fingertips trailing down your sides while mumbling mindless praise, “so, so pretty.. you did so well, don't cry. my girl,”

you wobbly made it onto your elbows, smiling dreamily to yourself at his words, completely fucked out and weak while his lips made their way down your back, “i love you too,”.

matt’s hand met the top of your head, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, leaving a gentle kiss to the side of your face.

“anyway.. pizza’s in the kitchen. go crazy,”

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I'M NOT HIM - s.jy ( 심재윤 ) ; drabble ➤ an attempt to get over your ex . . .

pairing .ᐟ best friend!jake x afab!reader

contains .ᐟ dom!jake, mention of heeseung as an ex, jealous jake !!

warnings .ᐟ MINORS DNI, smut smut smut, porn with little plot, slight dubcon, pet name use (baby, good girl), little blindfold use, skin biting/sucking, mentions of mark making, unprotected sex (use protection pls), creampie, let me know if i missed something !

vee's note .ᐟ first drabble? it's more like a scenario but idrk... i'm afraid that this might be really terrible but i need some sort of filler while i continue to write bittersweet, which might i say, is taking forever.

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YOU HAD JUST BROKEN UP WITH YOUR EX, LEE HEESEUNG.

To be honest, you kind of saw it coming, but it still painfully hurt you, you two had been together for almost 2 years. You caught him cheating on you with another woman in your shared bedroom, which you found absolutely disgusting.

If you weren’t going to be with Heeseung anymore, who else would satisfy you as good as him?

Maybe your best friend can; Jaeyun.

So you showed up at his place, holding nothing but a blindfold in one of your hands.

You quickly found your back pressed into the soft mattress of Jaeyun’s bed. Clothes were discarded all over the ground, the blindfold tied around your head.

For a few minutes now, he had peppered your neck with plenty of kisses, leaving a couple of red and purplish marks in his tracks. He suckled on your perky nipples, taking one in his mouth whilst his fingers flicked and twisted the other, stifling a soft moan out of you. It baffled him how pretty your breasts were, perfect curves topped with rose-coloured buds.

He continued to nip at your plush skin, from your jaw to your collarbone, painting you with his mouth as if you were his masterpiece in the making. You looked so pretty under him like this, even though you can’t see him.

After getting enough of your neck and chest, Jaeyun flipped you over onto your stomach, the sudden gesture startling you. With the blindfold on, it was hard to tell what things were going to happen next.

Jaeyun took his hard cock into his hand, pumping it a few times before bringing it to meet with your soaked pussy. He decided to ditch the condom, you never mentioned anything about it anyway. You could feel him prodding at your entrance, immense desire growing as you wiggled your hips closer to him, “Hmn-.. Please, hurry..” You whimpered out.

“Eager are we?” Jaeyun teased, a small chuckle escaping from his lips, “Good girls have patience. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” He asked, voice almost completely oozing with lust.

You don’t respond.

Your brain was entirely clouded with just desperation that you could only let out another whimper.

A smirk forms on Jaeyun’s face. He never thought he would have his best friend, on his bed, spread open for him to use. He’s always had a tiny crush on you, he won’t deny that.

With Jaeyun’s cock already lined up with your pleading hole, he began to slowly let his length sink into you and oh man, was he big. The little moans he drew out from you only fueled him more, the desire to ruin you only becoming stronger.

Not long after, he bottomed out, his whole dick sitting deep and snug inside of you. “Fuck, Y/n, so tight for me,” He muttered, whilst beginning to thrust himself in and out of you slowly to get you adjusted to his size. Your cute tiny noises only grew louder.

“Mmf— More, please-” You begged, hands mindlessly grabbing the bed sheets beneath you, grip tightening until your knuckles were almost sure to lose their colours. “S..So good! Heeseung!—”

Heeseung?

Right. Maybe Jaeyun should’ve known better. You weren’t here for him, you were here for yourself.

And you wouldn’t be here right now if your precious boyfriend didn’t cheat on you.

You would be fucking with Heeseung instead.

With his jaw clenched, Jaeyun fucked into your went cunt faster and harder, the sound of both of your skins slapping against each other filled the lustful atmosphere. “Ignore it,” He thought to himself, trying not to think too much about it. All that mattered now was your pleasure and not his feelings.

Whilst fucking into you, he let his hands trail to the soft skin of your waist, his hands wrapping around your small middle, giving it a harsh squeeze in the process. “More.. More, more! Hee!” You chanted, the pleasure you were currently receiving clearly not enough for you. 

Hee.

It was getting harder for Jaeyun to keep his composure, the way you called out for Heeseung when he wasn’t even there, the constant ‘Heeseungs’ and ‘Hees’ clearly starting to irritate him. He used one of his hands to effortlessly spread legs wider for him to gain more access, then he proceeded to thrust into you whilst keeping himself in check. “Fucking.” Thrust! “Ignore.” Thrust! “It.” Thrust!

Your body began to grow limp, and you felt a familiar knot forming in your tummy, just waiting to burst. “Ah- ‘m so close!” You exclaimed, trying to chase your orgasm by rocking your hips at the same pace as Jaeyun’s.

“Yeah? Y..You’re close?” Jaeyun panted out, it was obviously a rhetorical question. “You like this cock this much, huh? Gonna come for me like a good girl, aren’t you?” He continued, stringing out more questions and praise.

It took all of your remaining consciousness to muster out a singular sentence. “Mhm! Hah— ‘mma come for you like a- g..good girl..,”

“Whose good girl?”

Was that a stupid to ask? Yes. Jaeyun knew he wasn’t the one you longed for, but he still had a slither of hope lingering in his head.

“Yours! Hee- Heeseung’s good girl!”

Wrong answer.

Then everything happens so quickly. Before you know it, you’re flipped onto your back again, blindfold ripped off your face as well as you pending orgasm. You no longer felt his dick inside of you, leaving you clenching on air. “What the fuck?!–”

When you take in everything that just happened, your eyes engulf your surroundings. The purple LEDs, how humid the room is and—

And…

Jaeyun.

Before you got the chance to say anything at him, or get upset at him for ruining the moment, he suddenly thrusted back into you, making you jolt. Then a series of words started to come out of his mouth. “God, Y/n.. Please, stop calling out to that fucker.” Jaeyun began, ‘that fucker’ referring to Heeseung. 

“Jae—”

“No. Listen.” He cut you off, obviously not done saying everything he intended to. He proceeded to speak whilst bucking his hips to meet yours, groaning softly. “Can’t you just accept it, Y/n?”

Accept what?

“Like- Can’t you just accept Heeseung doesn’t want you anymore? I mean, he cheated on you for fuck’s sake.”

Wow. You never expected somebody to ever say those words to you whilst they were fucking the shit out of your cunt.

“Please!” He beseeched, growing vulnerable as his thrusts picked up in pace. “Accept that—”

“I’m not him.”

The three words do something to you. Seeing your best friend at your mercy was not something that was very common, even though he held the most power in your current situation. But you couldn’t muster out a proper response, due to the sensation of being fucked into by him.

The way Jaeyun’s hips worked magic was dizzying you, or maybe it was the fact you just got edged?

Soon enough the pleasure was too much to bear, pleasure pricking at the corner of your eyes as your awaited orgasm approaches you. “Jaeyun!–” You called out, and you called out his name.

“Yeah, baby..? Fuck, say it again- Say my name again.” Jaeyun asked desperately, his own name rolling off your tongue pleasing him.

“J…Jaeyun! ‘m close- let me cum, please!”

Oh, he was gonna let you cum. If you answered correctly this time.

“Whose- good girl are you, huh?”

Panting, you make eye contact with him, the purple LED lights illuminating his face. Damn, you never realised how fucking attractive your own best friend actually is. Your eyes flutter in exhaustion, and he smirks at you.

“Yours..”

“Can’t hear you.” 

“Yours!”

Jaeyun’s hand comes up to your tummy as he continues to snap into you. He rests it on top of your abdomen before progressively applying pressure. “Who’s ‘yours’, hm?.”

The pressure on your lower stomach only adds up to your awaiting orgasm, each thrust bringing you closer to it. “Fuckfuckfuck! Jaeyun!- Gonna cum—”

“I know, baby. I know.” He grunted, drawing his cock in and out of you even faster, chasing both of your highs, getting sloppier by the minute. “C’mon baby, say it. Who’s ‘yours’? Whose good girl are you?”

You’re almost there. So, so close to cumming.

“J-Jaeyun’s good girl!” You exclaimed, loudly.

The smirk displayed on Jaeyun’s face only widens, “Good girl.” He muttered out, completely satisfied. “Shhii.. Cum with me, baby—” He moaned out, head throwing back as he chased both of your orgasms.

With one final thrust, the both of you come undone, your release coating his dick entirely whilst he fills you to the brim with his warm cum.

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©𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺𝘸𝘰𝘯, 2024 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘚 𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘝𝘌𝘋 | 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥

[sparsilees]

here’s your not so gentle reminder harry’s not piteously pathetic at potions. here’s a refresher:

fifth year, he sat for his owls and scored an exceeds expectations. not an acceptable, or poor, or dreadful, or troll (an ee in owls most probably equals a >75 in gcse o’s during the 90s)

he didn’t duplicate hermione, shrink her, and sneak her into the exam hall to pluck answers off her brain. he didn’t scribble a cheat sheet a la fa mulan on his arm

fifth year he has yet to clap eyes on the half-blood prince’s notes

as always, he didn’t feel confident about his answers/abilities, but he bloody exceeded expectations

he got into newts potions, a class of only twelve students

so harry got an ee, ron got an ee, maybe everyone else got an oustanding. or maybe only half a dozen got outstanding, and the rest exceeds expectations.

it still means the entirety of hufflepuff sixth years aren’t promising potioneers except ernie macmillan. poor boy probably tutors the others in the common room. all of the slytherin sixth years, excluding four, are absolutely worse off than harry and ron at potions. ravenclaw sixth years are shamefully inadequate at potions too, aside from four students.

harry’s not a marvel at potions. he doesn’t enjoy potions. but he’s good at potions, he’s capable enough. he isn’t blowing up cauldrons every month, that’s seamus. he can differentiate the ingredients. he knows how to cut, dice, chop, and stir. the spirit of sixteen year old severus snape didn’t possess him via the pages to help him brew his elixirs and essences in slughorn’s class. harry deciphered snape’s spidery, crammed annotations and executed them perfectly.

i’m bloody tired of these rancid ‘harry sucks so bad at potions except when he’s got the prince or hermione’s help’ takes.

[martinsace]

SHE A GOOD GIRL, FOR ME SHE A…

‣‣‣ pairing: uconn paige bueckers x fem! journalist oc

‣‣‣ warnings: cheating (on oc’s lame bf), sexual content with little plot, cursing and sexual language, religious guilt, minors dni

‣‣‣ summary: in front of cameras and her very, very straight boyfriend, lacey is the perfect girl next door type. but when she’s alone with paige? that’s a different story.

‣‣‣ author speaks: this is my first time writing smut eek i hope it lives up to your hopes and dreams

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“paige, how does it feel to have beat the number one team in the nation?” i ask the blonde in front of me.

paige bueckers’ eyes are piercing into me with an intensity that makes me knees weak, a coy smile playing at her lips. she does those stupid fucking rizz hands and i swear i feel my heart drop down to my ass.

“it feels great. i definitely had some extra motivation today, so i still feel pretty fired up.” she smiles innocently, pretending what she just said has absolutely nothing to do with the person who was holding the microphone to her face in front of a camera projecting to the gamecast. this bitch.

i fight back every urge in my body trying to get me to smile and keep a straight face. “that’s awesome, should we be expecting more of this energy in the future?” loaded question, but that’s my job. screw this, with the way she’s looking at me i wish i could take off this media badge now.

she shrugged her shoulders. “hopefully.” oh my god.

“that’s all we have time for, thanks so much paige.”

she jogs away, not before subtly winking. i swear to god im going to kill her. after i fuck her.

paige had a great game, leading the game in both points in assists and filling out the stat sheet all around. not only did they beat south carolina, but she got a career high with 36 points.

needless to say, she was motivated.

3 hours before the game

“fuck, paige, don’t fucking stop-”

lacey cut herself off with a moan as her acrylics dug into paige’s shoulders. she rocked her hips feverishly against the blondes fingers, grinding her hips down into her lap over and over again. paige curled into her, watching the brunette borderline ride her fingers with an open mouthed smile as her tits bounced in paige’s face.

truth be told, the reason lacey had come over was to pick up her hoodie. it was an innocent visit, but they never ended up that way. not with paige. she was intoxicating.

“i know ma, i got you. here, lay back”

paige tenderly moved the girl from her lap and laid her so her back was on the bed and her head on a pillow so her whole body was on display. paige positioned herself between her legs and threw one over her shoulder, sliding two of her fingers back in sloppily. lacey let out another moan, arching her back off the bed. paige’s name ripped through her throat and fell from her lips like a prayer, though she wasn’t sure what she was praying for.

she had always been the most christian, by the book straight girl you could conjure in your imagination. until she met paige, drunk at her first frat party. she caught the basketball players attention, and the affair began. lacey almost didn’t even remember it the next day. yet then she did, and she couldn’t forget it. she couldn’t forget paige. she could hardly remember her boyfriend at this point.

paige’s fingers fit inside her like lacey was made as a mold for the blonde. she plunged in and out of her messily, but with ease and grace. lacey was gripping the sheets, ministrations and guttural moans spilling from her lips without a second thought. paige just had that effect on her.

“fuck— fuck p, i’m close, you’re so fucking good, baby—“

paige put a hand on her stomach, pressing down with every thrust into her. “yeah? i’m good? you close ma?” every word fueled her confidence, drinking in the praise like an elixir. her thumb came up to press circles onto the brunettes clit, forcing another moan out of her. “shit, yes, fuck yes you’re so good—“ she was cut off by a loud moan as paige used the hand on her stomach to circle under her hips and prop her hips up.

“FUCK, aw shit paige fuck, i’m gonna fucking cum-“

paige leaned over, peppering hot kisses to the thigh of the leg that was thrown over her shoulder and muttering against it, “i got you baby. cum for me ma, make a mess on my hand, you got that.”

it was like that flipped a switch, that was all she needed. her orgasm practically ripped through her body, leaving her limp. paige kept fucking her through it, huskily praising her. when lacey’s breathing became heavy and her leg began to get limp, she slowed her pace and pulled her fingers out. she let the brunettes leg down and pulled her arm out from under her and, after examining her fingers for a moment, looked at the fucked out girl under her. “open your mouth.”

without a second thought, she did. she would do anything paige said, and she didn’t even know why. she shouldn’t even know paige. but here she was, about to suck cum off her fingers.

she took paige’s fingers into her mouth slowly, making eye contact with paige’s ocean blue eyes as she swirled her tongue around the digits and released them with a pop. “aw shit” paige muttered. she reexamined her fingers and, once satisfied, grabbed her shirt from the end of the bed and pulled it over her head. she gave lacey her discarded clothes as well before laying down next to her, beginning to doomscroll on instagram.

they laid like that for a short while, both looking at their respective phones before lacey spoke. “anthony’s probably coming to the game tonight.”

this piqued paige’s interest. she looked at lacey almost curiously, somewhat skeptically, still holding her phone. “your boyfriend anthony?”

“yeah. that one.”

paige didn’t really know what to make of this. she knew lacey had a boyfriend. she didn’t really care. she didn’t ever plan on meeting him, so she wasn’t sure why lacey was bringing him to one of the most defining games in her career.

“you’re bringing him?” she asked, testing the waters.

lacey scrunched up her nose at the sheer thought of 2 and a half hours with her boyfriend. “god, no. he’s going with his frat brothers or whatever.”

this relaxed paige. it wasn’t like they were together, or that she wanted to be, but she didn’t really want to meet the boyfriend of the girl she’s fucking.

but it definitely made her want to put on a show.

tags: @dennyluvsblog @averyisnotpresent

[gleafer]

Hi!

Your art is SO GOOD!!!

I wish I could draw as good as you.

When it comes to drawing a singular character in a simple pose, I can manage that.

But when I try to draw something a bit complex or draw comics of my own, I struggle a lot. Especially when there are multiple characters interacting.

I have so much going on in my head but I'm unable to put it on paper.

Can you please share some tips or resources to get better at art?

Again, your art is ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS and I LOVE how you draw the movements of the characters!!!

YES I CAN!

Here’s a Gleafer Quicky cheat sheet!

[sweetiecutie]

hello!!! I was wondering if you could write a part 2 for dilf!konig? I didn't think I would be into it, but I read it and... it's awakened something in me. i need more dilf!konig

thank you!!!!!!!

A/n: so you, my lovely little sluts, seem to really like my smutty silly headcanons. But don’t worry babies, I have some more to satiate your hunger😌

Part 1 here

Dilf! König headcanons pt 2

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, smut, fem! reader, age-gap implied, unprotected sex, cheating (I know, I’m sorry🙄), nasty nastiness

Dilf! König, whom you reach out the next day with a cute “hi, it’s me Y/n<3” text, and a few hours later end up in his hotel room, pressed onto plush mattress of his king sized bed as König bullied his throbbing cock into your poor drooly pussy, meaty thighs hitting your ass with loud smacking sounds that, along with your shameless moans and whimpers, bounced off the tall walls, causing hotel staff to knock onto room’s door, asking as politely as possible to be more quiet in order not to disturb other hotel guests (*cough* the whole fucking floor *cough*).

Dilf! König, who, while still at your place, takes his godchild and you to the aquapark under the guise of “spending some quality time with younglings while he can”. You can’t stop sneaking glances at his massive chiseled body, decorated with numerous battle scars, laughing nervously as your best friend asks if everything is okay, since you’ve been zoning out too much lately.

Dilf! König, who riles you you absolutely stupid in the privacy of a small cafeteria bathroom as his godchild aka your best friend is way too occupied trying out all of these crazy slides to actually pay any attention to the two of you. He cums so much inside of your puffy cunny, sliding your thong back in place and murmuring “want you to carry a piece of me wherever you go” sweetly into your ear, smacking your ass playfully as you leave on trembling legs, exiting himself a few moments later as to rise no suspicions.

Dilf! König, who smirks ever so slightly when he sees some young dudes approximately your age unsuccessfully trying to hit on you, failing miserably to gain even a second of your blissful attention. He notices how you rub your thighs together ever so slightly, and if he watches closely enough, König may even see a little dark spot on your bottoms - his pearly cum oozing out of your fucked-out pussy, staining bright fabric of your sexy swimsuit.

Dilf! König, who buys you tickets to Vienna in first class and pays for your luxurious hotel room, just so you can meet again. He greets you with a huge bouquet of tulips (bc roses are plain as fuck, duh🙄) at the airport, giving you a warm hug and asking how your journey was, driving to his favorite restaurant to feed you some traditional Austrian food. He shows you around all the significant places of Vienna, giving you a little excursion, telling your all the stories and myths behind certain places.

Dilf! König, who that night has you splayed out onto huge queen-sized bed of your hotel room, eating your pretty pussy out like a man starved, sucking on your needy puffy clit and fucking your tight hole with three thick fingers while desperately rutting his hips into soft mattress, trying to get at least some type of friction against his achingly hard dick.

Dilf! König who soon has you begging for his heavy cock inside of your pussy, fucking your brains out until you’re a babbling silly mess writhing on white sheets, nothing more than a boneless puddle in his skilled hands. And he is more than happy to comply with all your little whims.

Dilf! König, who actually has a wife with whom he has been married for over ten years. The spark between them long gone, it’s more like two acquaintances living together rather than a married couple - continuing sharing one house and one bed more out of a habit - simply because both are used to that, not bothered enough to move out. Both König and his wife are perfectly aware of each other’s flings on the side, but still not caring enough to actually do something about it. All hopes of saving their marriage are long gone and forgotten, none of two having any wish to actually deal with their spouse.

Dilf! König who takes special interest in you. You, pretty little thing, so youthful and full or energy, so hopelessly romantic with heart so full of love that König almost drowns in it. You are the sparkle he so lacks in his grey taunted life, you’re the positive adrenaline he craves so much. You give him butterflies flaring in his guts and electric shocks running down his spine whenever König’s lips meet yours in a searing kiss - and he quickly became addicted to that feeling, not planning on letting go of you anytime soon.

Dilf! König who basically becomes your sugar daddy. He loves spoiling his precious baby, lavishing you with designer clothes and fancy jewelry, taking you to vacations all around the world whenever he has time free from work. He makes a lot of money as a colonel - so much that he doesn’t know what to do with it. So why not spurge on his favorite girl? And what König likes even more is to rip these unbelievably expensive togs off, revealing your sexy body; to see all these sparkly jewels jiggle and kling softly as he pounds you with his thick cock, watching your face contort in pleasure so strong it almost hurts, but you’re way too greedy to stop him, only begging for more.

Dilf! König, who has absolutely no idea how this all is going to end up like. Numerous scenarios and possibilities playing in his head nonstop - finally divorcing his wife and marrying you instead. You getting over him and moving on with your own life, leaving König and everything related to him behind. Him getting killed on one of the missions, and you not having a single clue as to why he so suddenly disappeared. These and many others - but one thing König is absolutely fucking sure of is that he will never get bored of you. And no matter what happens, he’ll never turn you, his little angel, down. You’re his favorite precious girl, after all<3

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[kismetlotts]

cw: angst, mentions of sex, best friend Simon Riley, mentions of knives, mentions of hurting yourself but no implications of actually doing so or having done in the past, mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol, clueless Simon Riley, crying in each others arms, helping out your best friend, reader is self less

part 2 of Best Friend Simon Riley Angst (I recommend reading part one first to understand certain elements better)

You woke up in the morning, daylight shining through your curtains and you already knew it wasn’t sunshine- bound to be nothing but grey clouds out there, flooding the sky like a polluted ocean. Your nose and head ached in the silent flood of last nights memories, your crying, your actions and worst of all, your best friend.

Oh Simon, what a dickhead you were. Why did you have to come here?

Your body flushed against the cold sheets behind you, a weightless bed, giving you the impression he’d done a runner. Typical him honestly- you wouldn’t be surprised if that was what initiated their breakup; the same breakup that was at fault for all of this.

He was always so forward, front and confrontational within the field. The notorious ‘Ghost’ that installs fear in every enemy he has to face. He’s a fighter at work but ironically, in life, all he knew was how to retreat. Pull away before he can cause anymore damage, pull out before the mess gets bigger.

You flung the covers off you, their pretty, pink, innocent pattern already making vomit surface in your throat. He’d flopped down on that bedding countless times in the past: memories which made it hurt more came to mind. The knives that were already jammed in your gut, heart and what’s seemed as your brain, twisting a little deeper before freezing up in place.

You remembered the times when his body would accidentally fling you around the mattress, grunting and smirking while he settle down and got comfy. You remembered the way his fingers tapped on the cotton as he leaned over to see what you were looking at on your phone. Nosy but never prying in too much.

Imagining how you looked when you watched his hand sweep across the duvet on movie night, pushing every crumb onto your bedroom floor with a laugh and an apology leaving his lips. His hands, shooting into the air as he surrendered in playful shame. Not really paying attention as your voice scolded him for eating in your bed.

Your fingers stripped the bedding from its covers. Tossing them into a pile on the floor beside your laundry basket, the sheets so stained with both of your sweat and dirt from the situation, your nose scrunched up at the sight. You left it there ready to put in the wash later.

Though, a part of you can’t help but wonder if they will ever feel as clean as they did before.

If they’ll ever give you the warm, comforting sensation you got every night before nodding off to sleep. Would you ever hear their soft cries to slip back in bed when you wake up early for work? The covers flopped back in agony, silently pleading for you to come back and have five more minutes?

No. Now they just feel like you never got out of that bed, the duvet still wrapped around your body keeping you hostage and forcing you to go about your day. The weight of everything on your shoulders enough for you to trip and fall on the material.

You’d burn them if they weren’t so big.

The whole thing was absolutely ridiculous, why the fuck did you let it happen anyway? The sex with him wasn’t anything like you’d wished or dreamed of nor would it have never been.

He didn’t love you but something inside you obviously can’t comprehend that. Every chance you get to show or pretend that the two of you were more than what you were- you’d leap for it: eyes sparkling with the same hope a lost kid has.

He used you last night and you let him like the pathetic, lovesick loser you always were. It wasn’t sex, it was nothing more than a mere distraction and waste of time. A waste of his time, more hassle just for him.

Your fingers wrapped around your smooth doorknob as you pushed open your bedroom door, trailing into the kitchen before an aroma of pancake batter and fresh baking gripped you by the throat. Your big eyes meeting Simons, his familiar, large figure pressed against your kitchen counter as he sucked on his bottom lip.

His face was pale and his brown pupils never left the plate of fucked up pancakes, left on a placemat on the table.

You laughed. You laughed because you couldn’t trust anything else to come out- You couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t break down crying, that you wouldn’t scream or hurt yourself in front of him, that you wouldn’t wince at this- idiotic gesture.

Was this an apology? Was this all you meant to him? A plate of sweet treats you’d have to force yourself to eat, to swallow down and help you forget everything bad that happened. Maybe, or perhaps it was pure coincidence it summed up his perspective of the night; perfectly.

“Did you make me pancakes?” The tremble and nerves in your voice was apparent and he nodded slowly, gesturing to the massive bag of groceries on the countertop.

“With berries and sugar on top. I’ve got some other things here though, chocolate- all kinds, some syrup and honey and other fruit in that bag if you want any. I just added berries because I know they’re your favourite.” He rambled on.

“When did I tell you that?” Your head turned to the side, twitching in uncertainty as you sat down in front of the plate. Eyes squinting as you bit the inside of your cheek.

“You said when we…-oh.”

That’s not her, Simon.

His hand lifted to his eyes, rubbing them to avoid looking anywhere. The rise and fall of his chest grew faster and you just knew how is heart felt, flooding with guilt and embarrassment at his own actions.

Staying mad at him was hard when you knew him so well. Mistakes get made and feeling get trampled on but he wasn’t a bad person. That’s why you fell for him all that time ago.

The knife in your hand cut through the pancakes like butter, your posture up straight and distant from the plate while your appetite warned you not to bite. Your eyes flickered over to Simon again, seeing his hands still firmly placed over his eyes, broad shoulders retracted inwards as his body jolted in silent cries. The metal rattled against the table as you put the knife down and jumped out of your chair.

“Simon don’t do this-“ You spoke comfortingly, lunging over towards his body. Your soft skin met with the roughness of his arm but before you could say another word he shoved your body away from him.

A voice you’d never heard before coming out loud and brute, as you took a step back from his harsh rejection.

“Can you just fuck off trying to make me feel better constantly- I know i’ve fucked up and I know i’ve upset you. Stop acting like everything is alright when it isn’t, you do this every time- i’m not a kid!” His fist clawed at his shirt. Pulling it away from his chest as if he wanted to rip his heart out to stop the torture he was suffering.

Spit flew from his mouth and his eyes looked red, sunken with despair. Your voice died in your mouth, tongue soaking up all your saliva and you tried to swallow.

He was lost. He ruined the thing he needed the most- fucked about and caused chaos with his lifeline. You were his saviour and always had been. He didn’t need for you to fix his relationship or his problems, he needed you to fix him. He didn’t sleep with you to use you intentionally, it was a drunken mistake and a shitty timing.

He inhaled through his mouth, his throat croaking as he gripped the counter for stabilisation. Face was locked down to the floor, glued and staring at his shoes on your kitchen floor.

The drops of his tears on the black leather of his boots and the drops on your tiles reminding him of how pathetic he was being. He was a man, he worked in the military. He had slept with people before, cheated, and ruined relationships but nothing hurt like this hurt. Nothing knocked him down so hard he was afraid to get back up, he was afraid to lose you. Simon was scared.

“I made a mistake and I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t know what I can even do to make it up to you- fucking pancakes- it is stupid I should know better and I should know what to do but I-” The whiteness in his knuckles disappeared as he lessened his grip on the counter. Hands falling to his side as he broke down on the spot.

The hard armour he lived in unraveling like flimsy pieces of ribbon. His wet eyelashes hitting his cheeks as he wiped his nose and face on the back of his wrist.

“I can’t think. I can’t be me without you here and I don’t know what to do, please, i’m so sorry just please come back to me. I know i’ve lost a part of you and I will fight until the end of day to get it back, but for now just let me have the rest back. I need my best friend back.” His hands met your lower back as you flung your arms around his neck, your own eyes dripping with tears of outrage and hurt but above all you needed Simon too.

You sobbed silently into his shoulder as he held you close to him finally getting his breathing back to normal. You bit your lips shut and breathed slowly so he couldn’t feel your body shake for air. You didn’t want him to realise how much you were struggling in his arms- how lost and abused you felt. You didn’t want your emotions to worsen his because he had to come first.

He’d lost the love of his life and he needs someone to be strong for him, help him get on his own feet. Be beside him with wide arms and a welcoming face. It wasn’t him being selfish, it was something you had to understand Simon to understand.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before you hesitantly sat down and talked. It was a long talk hidden by cheap smiles and forced laughter but of course, he didn’t catch on. You let him speak, you gave him advice- hugged it out and as weeks passed by, the two of you were back to normality again.

He’d found a new girl quicker than you thought he wouldn’t, pretty girl and ironically she your figure and eye colour. The more you watched them interact the more they seemed to happy together, kissing, hugging, buying each other gifts. It felt just like how it was before.

Back to Simon and his lovesick best friend that will always be there for him even if he’s never there for her. Back to Simon and his awful dating life as he hops from one awful breakup to the next because they all are missing something.

All he wants, is girl with your hair colour. A girl with your eye colour and your smile. All he longs for is a girl that he can hold hands with but can also roll his eyes at when she teases him for being too cheesy. He wants a girl who can laugh and joke with him but still support him and by there for him in more ways than one. Not just a girlfriend but almost as if a best friend at the same time. That’s all he wants and asks the world for but for some reason she just isn’t out there for him.

And until he realises why he looks for you in every girl he meets. Until he steps back and opens his eyelids to everything right in front of him. She won’t ever be.

[holybibly]

IT'S YOU |Woosan x reader| Part II

Part I If you haven't read it

Genre: smut, from friends to lovers!au, college!au

Word Count: 9.4k

Summary: Sometimes drunken decisions lead to the most unexpected results and the most shocking confessions. Or, after your boyfriend cheats on you, you propose a threesome to your best friends and it might just be what they have always wanted.

WARNING: only!18+ unprotected sex, Dom!San, Dom!Wooyoung, Sub!Reader, fingering, choking, degrading, pet names, spit kink, manhandling, threesomes, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, pussy slapping, overstimulation and more.

Tag list: @staytiny816 @woosmaid @jiminssluttyminx @liknws @pearltinyy @haebaragisworld @bts-iris @bleachpolaroid @wisejudgedragonhairdo @ginger-coffee-addict @pricessthings @rockstarsanie @lilmackiee @minaizum1 @shotahime @vixensss @meljoongiee @ivsjake4evr @love-me-a-little @seonghwaddict @onmykneesforateez @meeitany

A/N: Okay, we're here. I couldn't be more excited. Really, they've got a lot going on and I hope you're all ready because it's gonna be intense, hot and messy. Seriously, I really appreciate everyone's feedback and consideration for this series. It's become one of the most popular things I've written, but it put some pressure on me, because I'm worrying about whether the second part would please you. Well, I think we'll see.

Enjoy the chapter, even though it's practically nothing but smut.

The third and final part! takes us back to where it all began, but not without an emotional roller coaster ride. By the way, I wanted to point out that T/N doesn't remember what she promised them a year ago. So don't be surprised by the plot changes in this issue. In the finale, we're sure to get a hot threesome.

I'm still learning how to write smut, so please be gentle with me.

Besides, I can't help but talk about the results of the poll. The majority vote was for Alpha/Beta/Omega!au, and honestly, it's one of the ideas I'm most excited about, and I was hoping it would be the winner. I look forward to your comments. In general, feel free to write me about anything.

dividers by @cafekitsune

Much love, everyone.

Now. The morning after graduation.

It's a late, lazy morning when you wake from a deep and well-earned sleep. You blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the bright golden light flooding the room, which refracted through your bedroom's stained glass. It was beautiful and annoying at the same time, just as Hongjoong himself, who had inspired you to do this.

You should have shaded the windows last night before you went to sleep, but that was the last thing you thought of as lying in bed between the restless, wet San's and Wooyoung's bodies. You were more preoccupied with the touch of their rough hands on your heated body, the warmth of their breath on tender skin, and the sounds of their hoarse moaning right by your ear.

They were an absolute mess, slowly driving you crazy. Emotions raged in your stomach, making you feel guilty, embarrassed and… lustful. You practically dozed off at dawn, when the boys managed to calm down a bit and fall into a deep sleep.

The apartment is incredibly quiet; you can't hear a single sound, and only the soft sniffle on your neck, with the feeling of warm breath dancing across your bare skin, breaks this peaceful silence.

Wooyoung is still fast asleep, clutching you in his arms like a favorite teddy bear, his leg wrapped possessively around your thigh as it always has been. Even when he was asleep, he couldn't bring himself to let you go for a second.

You ran the palm of your hand over the sheet and felt nothing but the cold under your fingers. Sannie has been awake for a while now, and for a moment you're annoyed by this fact. You wish that he was still in bed with you, soft and gentle as he always was. So that the three of you could spend this special morning together. The graduation robes are scattered all over the room in a mess of things, and all you want to do is push them further and further into the wardrobe and forget about them forever. The dog days are finally over. You are now official free.

Sensual, full lips touch the sensitive spot on your neck, and the sensation sends shivers down your spine. The throat is suddenly dry, sweat begins to form on your neck from the abruptly increase in desire, and you close your eyes tightly, aware of every touch and breath coming from Wooyoung more clearly than before. It's as if your whole body is completely focused on him, reacting to every fleeting movement and every sound with even more eager devotion.

You're still too receptive from last night, and you need more space to try and keep all those dirty, depraved thoughts from taking over and you. You studiously ignore the slight shiver of excitement that is happily tickling your breasts and causing the muscles in your lower abdomen to ripple in a pleasant way. You bite your lip to keep yourself from groaning in frustration as the images and sensations of the night flash in front of your eyes. You need to stop right now. It's too bad, but it's too sweet.

You start to wriggle, trying to get away from Wooyoung, who is still sleeping, but he just pulls you closer to his chest, as if he wants to dissolve into your body completely, and you melt.

Wooyoung has always been so insatiable and greedy for any kind of physical contact that you can offer him, like an adorable little puppy, that you can just wag your finger at him and he'll come running to you. He always had "too much space between you"; it was important to him to hold you constantly, to touch soft skin with his fingertips, to leave butterfly kisses in every possible place, to knead your thighs and squeeze waist possessively, to pull you so close that there wasn't a centimetre between you. You were his darling, soft and sweet girl in all the right places, and he just couldn't help himself.

San used to tell him that he was being a bit greedy and that he needed to learn how to share you with others. After all, sharing meant caring, and you were also his chagi.

Yes, you wanted to be taken care of, and that frightened you to the depths of your most forbidden fantasies. You wanted to be nervous about them; you wanted them to use you as they pleased, to make you take everything they had to offer, even if it destroyed you completely.

Your desire for them was more than you should have as friends. And that feeling had only grown stronger over the past year.

But despite Wooyoung's obsession and possessiveness, his touch always soothed you. He gave you the comfort you needed whenever you felt the need. And in the end, his hands would always nudge you in the direction of San, so that he could have his own moment of sharing with you. You were their own personal cuddly toy, and that was fine with you, because there was no place in the world where you could feel more protected and cuddly than in their arms.

But at the moment, you wanted nothing more than to get away from his touch and calm down your excitement. You'd been so needy since last night, and Wooyoung had only added to your frustration.

He's shirtless, his skin warm and smooth, and you can be sure it's golden like caramel where the sun has licked it. Delicious. You can almost taste him on the tip of your tongue, and suddenly you're tempted to sink your teeth into him for a taste, but you just bite down harder on your lower lip and stifle a moan.

You need to stop being so intensely... aware of him.

Maybe you were still drunk from the last night; after all, you couldn't remember exactly how many shots of tequila you'd consumed before dragging Yunho into the ladies' room to start kissing passionately. And you found yourself in an even more suggestive position with Seonghwa after another round of colourful, unnamed cocktails.

From then on, every innocent act made you feel lustful and hungry for intimacy.

Was it karma or something? You weren't sure, but you were more inclined to think that it was the lack of passionate sex you hadn't been having for a year now. You hadn't been able to find anyone suitable for a long-term relationship after you'd broken up with Suho, and boys-toys hadn't given you any pleasure.

You wanted more than ten minutes of gasping under the covers with awkward fingers poking into the pussy. They were cum faster than you were able to get yourself aroused. Pathetic.

You needed to satisfy that hunger that was eating you from the inside out, that oppressive feeling of emptiness inside you that could only be filled by a big dick that you could choke on for the rest of your life. A thick and long one, with visibly bulging veins, that could really hit all the sensitive places inside you, causing you to have orgasm after orgasm. And having not one but two perfectly matched options handy hasn't made things any easier.

If you offered to suck them off, Wooyoung's dick would be in your mouth in no time. He was always a fireball, passionate, and impatient, and San…San liked to play with his food before getting down to business. You were in awe of how perfect their dynamic was with such different personalities.

You wanted to see how attractive they would be when a warm throat closed around their cocks, when their beautiful faces were contorted with intense pleasure, and when you heard them moan out your name.

Damn it.

It's moments like these that make you realize that moving in with Wooyoung and San was the best and worst decision you ever made. Unless you count buying a pair of designer jeans that make your butt a magnet for people's hands.

The time went by far too quickly for your liking. It was easy to get lost in the succession of school days, week after week, punctuated by movie nights, spontaneous outings and a seemingly endless stream of student parties. Everything in your life changes. From the big renovation of your apartment, which was Hongjoong's job - he was still over the loss of his favourite vintage sofa - to the move in of San and Wooyoung. Things started to move at an even faster pace the day the boys dragged their suitcases into the dark space of your ultra-modern living room, to a general "You should have done this a long time ago".

It was a spontaneous and hasty decision. But what could have gone wrong? It's always been the three of you, and you had no idea that sharing space would have any effect on your relationship. God, how wrong you were. They played cat and mouse with you, testing your mettle and your patience. The memory of that moment is still so vivid in your mind.

"Come on, chagi, try it; it's quite tasty." San brought a spoonful of the dark green liquid, which Wooyoung proudly called the best hangover soup in the world, to your lips.

Jung Wooyoung and his ego, of course.

"Go ahead, baby; be good and open your mouth. It'll make you feel good, I  promise." That last sentence was full of innuendo, and it didn't take a genius to see it. In fact, everything that came out of Wooyoung's mouth was absolute filth.

He was practically purring in your ear, touching your delicate skin with every word, and you swear you could feel the touch of his tongue on your earlobe. Oh, fuck. His hands slid down your shoulders, deftly kneading the muscles that had gone stiff, his thumbs sliding up the vertebrae of your neck, and he dug a little bit into the hair at the back of your neck. In that moment, you were ready to do anything for him, whatever he asked.

"That's my Chagia, so docile and sweet." San would continue to feed you slowly with a spoon, smiling sweetly at you as if it were the most pleasant thing in the world to do. From time to time, he would wipe away the drops of liquid that ran down your lips with his thumb, as if in a romantic drama. You were perfectly capable of doing it yourself. But San's meaningful raised eyebrow made it clear that it was better to let him take care of you without resistance. San's language of love had always been to serve, and he took every opportunity to remind you of that.

The silence around you was nice and cozy—you'd even say relaxing—especially since you could still feel the humming bass of last night's music in your head. And all in all, you weren't feeling your best. Hell, that shit you drank last night was strong. This went on for a few more minutes until the plate in front of you was empty and Woo's face was pressed against your cheek in a cute puppy way. 

"Woo, and I wanted to talk to you about something, Y/N," San began, his voice suddenly becoming so sweet. He took your hand gently, his thumb stroking your knuckles lazily. He obviously wanted something from you.

"Sure, I'm all ears."

"We'd like to move in with you, peach, what do you think?" Wooyoung was pecking at your cheek, acting like a real sweetheart, but you knew every one of his tactics to get what he wanted.

"You're not going to get it if Woo keeps licking my cheek."

"But, Peach…" He whined, pursing his puffy lips in a resentful manner. Okay, he was cute as hell, but you were never going to tell him that.

"Chagi." You turned your attention back to San, who looked like he was confessing his love to you: Are this hearts in his eyes? Or are you still drunk?

"Agreed, we are practically living here anyway; I even have my own toothbrush in the bathroom. It's just a formality." He was awfully proud of it, squaring his shoulders and imagining himself under your gaze.

"We want to take care of you, baby."

And this is where you should have told them to fuck off and forget the way to your apartment, change the locks, and give San his toothbrush back. But whether it was the soft and somehow loving look of San's cat eyes paired with deep, sweet dimples or Wooyoung's gentle hands that started to knead your shoulders again in a languidly seductive way, you nodded affirmatively.

They were right; you were all practically living together. The amount of their stuff in your flat was unreal—the T-shirts you slept in, the perfume bottles left everywhere, study notes, games, pajamas and scarves, Wooyoung's luxurious leather jackets, and San's books—you could start a collection, but their stuff was just as much yours. It was also the constant cause of your and Suho's fights; he was always jealous of you and them, completely unaware of the dynamic between the three of you. They'd been glued to your thigh for years, and the fact that you had a boyfriend wouldn't change that. Narrow-minded prick.

"I think you're right. Let's give it a go."

"My little darling." San gave a dazzling smile, showing off his dimples even more, and pressed your hand to his lips. God, Choi San was a real menace. It was hard to believe that this pretty cat in front of you was none other than the one who was caught many times having rough sex in the middle of the university library. Once, he was even caught in a threesome, but you didn't want to point the finger at Wooyoung for putting him up to it.

"Yeah, that's our girl." Wooyoung pressed his lips to your cheek once more, salivating as much as he could along the way.

"Jung Wooyoung!" You squealed, wiping the drool from your cheek in disgust, but Woo was already happily scurrying into the living room, laughing loudly.

"We'll look after you, chagi."

That was San's last sentence before he ran his tongue over your hand, licked his fingers like a cat, and ran after Woo with an evil giggle.

"Choi San, come back at once!"

You are going to have so much fun here. Too much fun for your own good.

"Mmm… Peach, you are already awake." The soft touch of plump lips on your shoulder means that Wooyoung has woken up and wants to have your full attention.

"It has been some time. But I don't want to go anywhere. How are you feeling? Last night, when we came home, you and San were really drunk.

Wooyoung hugs you even tighter, nestling his face between your shoulder blades and taking a deep breath of your scent. Your skin is tickled by the tips of his long hair. A light touch on your lower back sends a jolt up your spine, making you arch slightly in his arms. Wooyoung is always like this; his defiant and needy attitude shouldn't be anything unusual for you, so you should stop reacting to him like this.

"Thank you for looking after us, peach. You're always so nice. Sannie and I don't deserve you." He kisses your neck. This time the touch lingers a little longer, and a feeling of excitement rises in your chest. "We haven't caused you any trouble, have we, little girl?" He purrs as he rubs his nose up against your shoulder. You couldn't help but notice how San's habits have become Wooyoung's habits, and vice versa. Now you have to put up with all that twin feline energy.

You turn to face him, and even after a night of sleeping with his hair tousled and without his usual cheeky grin, Wooyoung still looks pretty damn good. He's comfortable, a little sleepy, but no less seductive than he ever was. Woo has always had this sensual aura about him. Underneath the overt sexuality and the bitchy attitude, there was something else—something dark and seductive. You want to kiss him right now, so badly. Your hand runs through his silky hair, letting it fall in soft waves on either side of his face. Dark strands that are long enough to be pulled through easily. The world's handsomest boy.

It's all too easy to fall in love with him.

He kisses your palm playfully and pokes his nose into it like a cat hungry for affection, and you don't mind his purring with pleasure.

You wonder what he's going to sound like when he cums, God, you need to help yourself.

"Let me think." You run your fingers through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp. It's a deceptively gentle gesture before you pull hard on the roots of his hair, causing him to cry out in surprise.

"Oh, babe, why?" He purses his lips in offense, hoping you'll fall for his cute look. But you've known Wooyoung for years, and judging by the mischievous gleam in his eyes, he knew exactly what he was getting at.

"Firstly, you robbed me of my chance for great sex with your whining and dragging me home. Secondly, you behaved horribly when I tried to persuade you to take a shower and you kept me awake until the morning by clinging to me and fidgeting on the bed. Today I demand the royal treatment because you really messed up last night. This was not part of my plan for the prom at all."

Woo smiles back wickedly, practically baring his teeth in a wolfish grin.

"Peaches, are you really such a needy girl? Well, what are we going to do about it? San and I will have to do our best to make it up to you." He suddenly turns you over so that you are lying on your back, sandwiched between the mattress and his lithe body. Wooyoung is hovering over you, his hair falling all over your face, and you can't help but notice how sexy he looks in this position, which is annoying the hell out of you. He doesn't even have to try very hard to send you over the edge.

Strong hands are resting on the sides of your head, letting you enjoy the sight of the seductively bulging veins that run down his forearms. Fuck, you've always had a weakness for his hands, and who wouldn't when they look like this? Woo leans his head towards you until your noses touch, like a predator cornering his prey.

"Baby, I have my doubts that you'll be satisfied with anyone, so don't sulk. And you know Sannie and I will have to approve of someone running their fingers down your knickers." He smiles broadly at you, clearly enjoying your annoyance when you roll your eyes at him.

"Jung Wooyoung, stop it!" Your hand leaves an angry red mark on the bare skin of his chest, and he grunts. It will take all the patience in the world not to beat him to death or kiss him. "I swear I'll wash your mouth out with soap someday." Or maybe you'll lick him from the inside out. "And stop sticking your pretty little nose where you shouldn't. You don't have to worry about who I'm gonna fuck."

"So what if it bothers me? What are you going to do with it, Peach?" He bites his lips in anticipation and raises an eyebrow in expectation, as if he were challenging you to go on.

The way that smug look is on his face makes you feel a little pissed off. You get a little cocky and decide to use the same tactic he did. Wrapping your hands around his face, you're pulling him even closer, resting him on your forearms and your lips nearly touch. He has siren eyes that are deep and mesmerising, and the intensity of his gaze causes your cheeks to flush and you to bite down on your lower lip. The gleam in his fox eyes is proof that he is enjoying every second of your little game.

"Seonghwa kisses you like he's fucking your mouth with his tongue, it's fucking heaven and you can do whatever you want with that fact, baby. I would have ridden him like a stallion in front of everyone last night if it wasn't for you and San's drunken arses". You push him off of you, and Wooyoung rolls over to the other side of the bed as you sit up.

There's something in the air, and you feel you've said something wrong, judging by the way Wooyoung's eyes are flashing with an emotion you can't quite describe. It's a weird mix between anger, envy, desire and something else. But whatever it is, it is making your pussy clench in anticipation of it.

Damn, when did you start thinking with what's between your legs instead of your brain?

He stares at you intently, as if he's trying to decide whether he's going to scold you or fuck you senseless. As lust flashes through his languid onyx eyes like a shooting star, fast but unmistakable, and his pink tongue flicks out to wet his swollen lips, Wooyoung knows exactly what he's going to do to you.

You reach out to stroke his shoulder, and just as you expected, his skin is the most delicious shade of caramel. You can't help but want to run your tongue all over it.

Oh, shit. Now would be a good time to remind yourself: He's your best friend.

"Where`s San?" He asks you.

The expression on his face is, for the most part, neutral, with just a slight hint of lust and anticipation. He slowly licks his delicious lips and looks at you with bedroom eyes. You feel the warm moisture building up between your thighs. If he keeps looking at you like that, you're going to make a puddle of lust where you're sitting right now. You squeeze your thighs tighter to keep the liquid from dripping shamefully onto the bed, praying to all the gods that Wooyoung won't notice.

"I don't know. He wasn't in the bed when I woke up."

"Good."

What the hell is 'GOOD'? You need to collect your thoughts and leave this stuffy room, but the way Wooyoung's eyes slide over your body before, and slowly sucking his lower lip tells you there's nowhere to run. 

"Come to me, sweetheart; I want you in my arms." He is stroking himself on his thigh, the silk fabric of his pajamas leaving no room for imagination as it outlines the taut muscles of his gorgeous thighs. His legs are spread a little wider to draw your attention to where he wants you now, and you can clearly see the imprint of his thick dick through the fabric. Damn. It's completely hard, and you can't help but notice how big it is.

His actions send signals straight to the nerves that control your cunt. The wet heat is running between your legs and your arousal is increasing. A palpable shiver runs through all body as you squirm and writhe under the intensity of his gaze.

The rational part of you is literally beating in a hysterical frenzy. It's your hope that your stupid brain will realise the full implications of what's happening, and that you'll be able to put a stop to it. Even if the boundaries of your friendship were highly questionable, you were friends. While the evil voice in the back of your head was cheering you on: "C'mon, what's the bad that can happen?"

He was inviting you, and who were you to refuse? Not that you wanted to.

They'd go crazy if San and Wooyoung knew what thoughts and fantasies lived in your head every day. Huh. They had no idea their sweet chagia had such a dark and dirty mind. You take a deep breath.

Screw it.

You slowly crawl across the bed towards him. He watches you with a squinting, predatory look on his face until one of your legs has been thrown across his body and you're almost sitting on top of him. Almost, as your thighs struggle to keep you in that rigid position, but apparently Woo wasn't in the mood, and his broad palms force your hips down so you're sitting all the way in his lap. Before you realise what you're doing, you're pinned against his crotch, his hard cock touching your aching clit as you move against him, demanding physical stimulation. The contact was so good that it sent a shiver down your spine, and you almost moaned at the tiny moment of pleasure it gave you. Damn, it was massive—so thick you started salivating in your mouth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You're up to your neck in shit. 

"There you are, starlight, in my hands." His voice, once so high and soft, was now hoarse and deep. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you even closer to him, so that there was hardly any space between the two of you. "Baby girl, are you still upset about Seonghwa?" It's a nickname he rarely uses, and it sends an electric shock through your lower abdomen, triggering a feeling you're not sure you can control right now. He leans in close to you and presses his wet lips against the side of your ear. "Tell me what I can do to stop you being angry with me."

"Kiss me, make me feel good." The evil little voice in the back of your head chimes in with glee. "Blow my brains out until my head feels empty and light." It says.

A whole new sensation takes over. Your body starts to heat up in anticipation of what is to come. Then the room will seem to shrink and the air will fill with a tension and a desire.

"I don't know. You've really pissed me off." You look up at him through your impossibly thick lashes, your lips in a fake pout. You weren't the innocent one; you could have played just as badly as they did. "You'll have to try harder, pretty boy." You let your finger nails run down the length of his neck. Wooyoung tilts his head back to reveal a chin line that could have been carved from the finest marble.

As his hands lazily caress your thighs, lifting your T-shirt higher and higher, your skin burns under his palms. Damn, he's scalding you.

The wetness between your legs is becoming more and more intense as the conversation goes on and on. Your juices seep through the thin lace of your panties, dripping from your pussy, leaving little dark streaks on the silk of his trousers where they touch your thighs. The air between you crackles with tension and desire; you feel yourself sweating; you're so hot and needy; and Wooyoung is no help at all.

His aura is one of dominance, and you swallow in anticipation. A storm is about to break and you don't want to be safe.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do for you, Y/N."

You're done for.

"Then kiss me, stupid boy, make me feel good."

He growls back at you, embracing you on the back of the head and practically forcing your faces together. The palm of his hand clenches possessively on the back of your neck with palpable pain, and the sound that comes out of you is something between a sob and a moan. With the sudden movement, you feel yourself pressing even harder against his dick, and it sends a pleasurable pulse through your clit.

Wooyoung presses his forehead against yours and your lips are just a breath away from each other.

You stare back at him without blinking. His eyes are half closed as he watches you in silence, like a tiger stalking its prey, ready to pounce with its jaws clenched. It is in a low, dangerously calm tone that he speaks. "Are you sure this is what you want to do, baby girl? I'm biting." It's mixed with your sighing and seductive lips, and you can barely make out the words.

"P-please…"

His moan is loud, guttural, and mildly painful, and then…

O MY GOD.

Those soft lips are pressed hard against yours in an urgent, hungry kiss. His mouth is insistent and demanding, his thumb digging into the skin of your neck, turning the touch into a rough grip, and his tongue gliding along the bottom of your lip. Slowly, as he pulls your lips apart, he moves in quickly, and you shudder at the sensual sensation as he runs his tongue over the roof of your mouth and licks your teeth. It should have been dirty and rough, but instead you find yourself moaning with wanton need.

"Wooyoung..." The moan of his name was so desperate, so needy, so full of lust and desire.

"Goddamn, I love it when you say my name."

He kisses you with renewed ferocity, biting your lips almost to the point of bleeding. Wooyoung is too passionate; he licks your mouth with his tongue, and literally shoves it down your throat. He kisses you like he's dying of thirst and you're the only way to make him drink. Spittle runs down your chin, it's wet and dirty, but you can't stop, you don't want to stop. Wooyoung's tongue is practically fucking you in the mouth.

And God, you want more. It feels unreal, too extreme to be a reasonable response to a kiss, the heat between your legs, your clit throbbing with need, your nerves on fire.

Wooyoung lets go of you for a moment and you stare at him with your eyes wide open. Your heart is pounding wildly and your breathing is so ragged that you're practically choking to death. Licking away any remnants of the kiss you shared, his wet pink tongue pokes out from between his plump lips.

His hand slides down your face, cupping your chin and tilting your head slightly so that your eyes meet his, his gaze clouded with lust as if his fingers were digging deep inside you. You can't say a word as a wicked smile spreads across his sharp, enchanting face.

Now you have a better understanding of all those damsels who are ready to spread their legs at the flick of his fingers.

"Tell me you want more, baby. I have a feeling this apology isn't enough. I need to do more than that. I'm so desperate for forgiveness.

"Don't I need to be forgiven too, Woo? You shouldn't be so greedy. That voice, oh shit.

You turn sharply around and find yourself staring into San's beautiful cat eyes. He's so damn good-looking you swallow a groan. It must be illegal for someone to look this good in normal jeans and a plain black shirt. But San had a body worth dying over.

A real girl's dinner.

What the hell are you going to do now? How long had he stayed there?

"San-ah… how…" You find yourself stuttering. Your mouth dries up and you can't utter a word, but even if you could, your brain can't form coherent thoughts. You can't bring yourself to look away from him, and something deep inside you knows that he will punish you if you try.

"What is it, Gongjunim? Did the cat eat your tongue?" He raises an eyebrow at you, a shit-eating grin playing at the corners of his lips. As if in mockery, his soft, patronising tone of voice slides over your skin. San combines a sensual, gentle nature with a seductive one that makes you feel he's looking for a weakness before pouncing. His fucking duality. One moment he's a little sweetheart, the next he's a lecherous demon who wants to sink his teeth into your throat and devour you. "Come on, Chagia, I promise I won't disappoint you; I'm very good at excuses."

Responding to his sultry purr, your pussy clenches shamefacedly.

The excitement of it all makes your brain feel like mush and sets your skin on fire.

You start squirming in Wooyoung's arms, and now that San's here, you belatedly realise what you've gotten yourself into. Is it time for a change of scenery or something? No, you want to stay. Desperately.

You need them to blow your brains out, to make you dumb and submissive and a pretty little toy for them to play with. Sometimes you have to stop before you cross the line, but where is the line when you're literally sitting on your best friend's hard cock?

Hell, you don't know what you're supposed to do - run or beg - but you clearly know what they want to do to you, judging by Wooyoung's dick twitching between your thighs and San slowly licking his lips as he looks at your bare ass peeking out from under your shirt. His shirt.

There must be some kind of telepathic connection between Wooyoung and San. After a few seconds of intense eye contact, San pulls his T-shirt over his head, tosses it aside and slowly walks over to you. The grin on his face seems to have changed; it has become even darker than before. Hungrier.

And you don't think this is a good time to start drooling. But damn it, you want to lick him from head to toe.

Between the three of you, there's a chaos of emotion and desire. It's mixed with adrenaline and a distant fear of what's going to happen. There has to be an end to this game of predator and prey, and why not do it now? Sighing, you finally give in.

In the morning, you'll consider the consequences.

"Maybe you should kiss me too, San-ah, and I'll start thinking about forgiving.

Hot lips instantly press an open, wet kiss to your shoulder. The bed buckles under the weight of another man's body. San's strong arms are wrapped around your waist and his fingers clench your t-shirt into a fist. He's hot, warm and hard, and you can feel the hardness of his dick through your trousers as he presses down hard against you. His mouth is sucking, biting and licking your skin as if his life depended on it. Sharing an understanding look with Wooyoung, San slides his lips higher up your body.

"Sannie…" Before planting a hot kiss on your neck, you whimper as his teeth sink into your sensitive flesh.

The moan that comes from the back of your throat is so deep that for a moment you wonder if it's coming from you at all.

Pure pleasure shoots through you as you feel Woo's long tongue on the other side of your neck. He lets out the sexiest moan deep in his throat, as if he's having the time of his life, savouring every second of the way his lips explore the nape of your neck. You're distracted. Your eyes roll back in pleasure as he pulls the skin between his lips, leaving a purple hickey on the back of your neck.

"Oh, my God, boys."

"That's my darling, Chagia." His voice is sultry and seductive, and you can clearly hear the saturi again, as it tends to do at times when San is in a highly aroused state.

"You're so beautiful, my peach." Wooyoung whispers to you, and you just melt away completely.

You whimper as Woo begins to run his hands up and down your thighs and arse, squeezing and pulling. He mooed softly as you made little circular movements with your hips and rubbed his cock against you. Woo punishes you by slapping your bottom if you cuddle too hard. You'll need to be obedient as they play with you.

The sound fills the room along with the collective moaning of Wooyoung's and San's.

"What a dirty little girl you are. I think you need to be taught how to obey." Woo spanks you a few more times and you wiggle your hips in an impatient way.

It feels so good.

San pulls your t-shirt up to your breasts while all your attention is focused on Wooyoung. Your little thong is completely transparent and does nothing to hide your sex or the excitement building within you. They are practically digging into your needy pussy because of the position you are now in. A chorus of gasps and moans can be heard from your best friends as their eyes focus on that big, wet spot. San's greedy hands press you even closer to his body, so that you can feel his full erection on top of your plump, bare bum.

"You're so fucking wet." Wooyoung hisses. "Like a bitch leaking just thinking about our cocks in your tight little cunt. We'll destroy you, Peach."

Before you realise what's happening, Woo's hands slide down your back, your nipples tensing in the cool open air. The soft fabric of your t-shirt falls to the floor, and suddenly, hot wetness envelops your left nipple and he sucks hard on it, the pressure causing pain that turns to pleasure as his tongue touches the hard bud. Your head immediately falls back onto San's shoulder as you open the soft space of your throat to his insatiable mouth. You let out a long groan, and your hand rests on Wooyoung's head, tugging lightly at the soft lengths of his hair.

You feel like you could explode at any moment, even though they haven't done anything to you yet. You're burning, almost feverish, as the growing fire between your thighs reaches unbearable levels. You can't breathe; your skin is hypersensitive. Your head tilts to the side, and you whimper San's name in the most pathetic intonation possible. His hand slides lower and lower, past your waist and your stomach, to the place where you most want to feel him. It hasn't even come close to touching your pussy yet, but the thought of it is enough to make you squirm with excitement.

His hands move down low enough to touch the skin of your naked legs and up slowly, frantically, until he reaches where you are starting to get aroused. The palm of his hand encircles your pussy in a possessive way, the small mound of flesh lying so perfectly in the palm of his hand. You tremble a little at this, and try to spread your legs wider so that his fingers can rub against the moist slit, so that he can dive in between the warm folds until your pussy spreads out beautifully for him, so that he can rub your clit with ease.

"Mmm… what a wet little thing. I bet my Gongjunim has the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen in my life. Fleshy, shiny, and pink - just the way I like it. He gasps for breath. He puts his hands on your hips and rubs his hard cock against the curve of your ass a couple of times. "Do you feel that, Chagia? No one can make me as hard as you can." On your skin, his breath feels like fire. Hoping for a little more friction, you arch your backside. The gesture reveals a hiss from his side.

San's fingers, one tempting back and forth with a feathery touch, spread the excitement building in your slit beneath the thin material. Your pussy clenches around nothing at all in the most uncomfortable way, and you know that he can feel it.

"Do you like this chagi? Wooyoung's mouth on your full, pretty tits? My fingers on your sweet little snatch?" San's tone is almost mocking. His tongue is licking his lips; his fingers continue to stroke your clothed pussy in a leisurely manner; and he watches intently as Wooyoung literally chokes on your breasts. "We are gonna fuck you until you squeal like the slutty little bitch you are." He growls into your ear, and the sound of it makes you pull on Woo's hair with all your might.

And you always had the impression that Wooyoung's mouth was dirty.

A soft moan slips out of the brunette's swollen lips, which are now wrapped so tightly around your nipple that you're sure they're going to leave a mark on it. As he pulls back with an audible pop, you let out a small sound as you look at his ecstatic face. His eyes are half closed, his eyelids flutter slightly and a beautiful flush of colour has appeared on his cheeks. His plump lips are glistening with the saliva and the service he is giving to your tits.

"Are you feeling good, peach?" He chuckles weakly as he watches you fall apart in San's skilled hands, leaving you as beautiful as ever in his eyes. Woo gives your nipple a hard pinch, only to then let his tongue run over it. The sudden change in sensation causes your head to begin to spin, and you let out a loud moan of pleasure.

"Please… I need… more… Youngiee." You stammer out the words, your voice shaking and your body trembling.

"You look so pretty when you beg. But do you want to know something, сhagi? You'll look even more beautiful with your cunt stretched around my dick. I will ravage your tiny pussy, Gongjunim. I'm going to make you mine." San finally kisses you; though it's hard to call it a kiss, he dives into your lips like a hungry man, sucking them so deeply and passionately, with an insistence that you don't even think you'll ever understand.

His tongue is merciless as he explores every millimeter of the inside of your mouth. This kiss is heavenly, and with every second that passes, you find yourself wanting more, wanting him to spoil you in every way that he can. To have his way with you until you have no more patience. And it is these thoughts that make you wriggle in Wooyoung's arms. You try to rub your thighs together, hoping to relieve the unbearable heat inside you.

"The taste is so damn good."

You can feel Woo squeezing your breasts almost in sync, his warm tongue sliding over the plump flesh once more, licking at the aroused nipples, and his teeth scratching the sensitive skin with the lightest of touches. You savour the lightning bolts of pleasure that the two of them cause to bounce around your body. It's almost painful, but you know you're loving this.

Half gasping, half squealing at the sheer, blunt pressure of San's nimble, kneading fingers finding their way to your labia through the mesh of the thong. Your lower abdomen clenches in a reflexive spasm, and your hands are sticky with sweat as you grasp the wrist of his hand.

"Oh, your pussy is so sensitive, isn't it, Chagia?" San cooed with feigned tenderness, and with a strange sadism, he pressed his middle finger against your cunt, sliding it right over the spot where your clit was, causing your hips to shake. The lubrication of your arousal made it much more effective for him to stimulate you, and he would literally bring you to orgasm with minimal effort. He purred softly as you responded, like a big cat purring, and just when you thought he couldn't fuck with your sanity even more, he turned his head and spat on your lips, a glob of saliva dribbling into your open mouth and you choked out a moan.

It's so rough and dirty, but your body responds the best it can, arching into his arms and pressing your breasts even harder against Wooyoung's face.

The brunette moans in response and lifts his foxy eyes to you. You can see the corner of his lips curl into a smirk before he bites down hard on your nipple. Fuck, your life will never be the same. And they haven't even got around to fucking you properly yet. It's like heaven and hell at the same time.

"I want to hear you whimper, Gongjunim." San's hand grips the back of your neck very tightly, causing you to gasp for breath from the sudden lack of air. Your eyes begin to roll up at the possessive touch of his hand on your throat, and you begin to jerk your hips, your clit pressing against Wooyoung's cock, and he lets out a long, hard moan.

"Please, Sannie." You're breathing out.

"Look at her, San, our girl, slobbering like a brainless slut." Wooyoung wipes the viscous saliva from your parted lips, then pushes his fingers into your mouth with a sharp, deep thrust. For a second you choke and begin to gurgle around the long phalanges.

He hadn't removed the rings yesterday and now the heavy metal makes your tongue feel cold. "Think of the way my dick is fucking your little throat, starlight. Suck it hard." You wheeze and gurgle, your saliva bubbling at the corners of your lips, but you have done exactly as you have been told.

It was rough, it was horrible and it was so wet that it was almost disgusting to watch. But Woo enjoyed it; he literally raped your mouth with his fingers in a sort of sadistic sense. A few thick strands of saliva would stick to your swollen lips as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth.

"Look at you. Taking my fingers in your mouth like that. Such a good girl."

This whole game has been nothing more than a distraction from the main action. There's a short circuit in your body as a sharp sensation pierces every nerve in your body. San suddenly slaps you hard on your wet pussy, the contact sending sparks of pain and pleasure flying across your skin, and you let out a squeal.

"Oh my God. Oh, my God. I'm going to… I'm going to…" You go over the edge as you feel your juices pouring down your legs, your vaginal muscles contracting, forcing more fluid to pour out of you, the combination of their names coming weakly from your lips as your orgasm washes over your weakened limbs.

"Fuck, Peach is so hot… You're squirting." You belatedly realise that Wooyoung is also cumming as he throws his head back in pleasure, his eyes rolling up and his mouth opening in a long, whimpering moan.

You can hardly catch your breath when you feel San rest his chin on your shoulder, his grip tightening around you, whispering in your ear.

"One more gongjunim; give me one more orgasm and then I'll caress you."

"Ah, San." The searing sensation of his fingers roughly pinching your clit through the wet material of your thong causes you to cry out hoarsely in agony. The sound of your wet, sensitive cunt splashing was clear and vivid; the sensation was brutal, but so indescribable you were ready to faint from pleasure.

He's going to tear you apart.

"Cum for me, Chagia. I know you can do it. Sperm for us; make Youngie and me proud of you".

Your eyes rolled back in your head and you swore that your cunt was on fire, your whole body shuddering in electrifying spasms of pleasure that made your toes curl up and your thighs shake. San's hand was still firmly around your throat, holding your head upright as you had your orgasm.

It had shattered you so badly that the fall seemed dramatic, and you went completely limp as the orgasm dissipated, turning you into an inconsolable, whimpering, disorderly mass.

They had blown your brains out.

"There you are, Gongjunim, I got you. You did so well." San muttered, but your mind was too tired to admit it. Amused at how angry and lost you looked, you saw stars as Wooyoung's hand tilted your head to the side in a teasing way to look at your confused face.

"You're no longer angry with us, are you, Peach?"

San removes his hand from your throat and allows Wooyoung to pull your face up to his own. Gentle fingers caress your cheekbones and soft lips wipe away the tears rolling down your cheeks. At one point, you didn't even realise you were crying. It's such a contrast to his previous behaviour; here he is your usual adored Jung Wooyoung, a little clingy, a little annoying and with an unrealistic maternal instinct. Your best friend.

Fuck. Now it is time for you to start crying for the real time. You begin to sob, pushing Wooyoung away from you in a desperate attempt to get out of his arms. You can feel the wetness underneath you and it makes you feel worse and worse. You need to get out of here now. Your behaviour frightens them to death and San's hands are on your body again, squeezing your shoulders gently.

"Stop, stop for a second, Y/N. It's all right, Chagia. We have you."

You freeze at the sound of your name, like a deer caught in the headlights.

In anticipation of his next move, your whole body tenses like a string. Wooyoung's fingers intertwine with yours. It's a familiar gesture, so familiar to you, so ordinary, so perfected over the years of your friendship. San lets you go when he realises you're not going anywhere, and his face comes to rest next to Wooyoung's as you look at him.

He's handsome, too, to the point of madness, and trembles at the knees. His cheeks are flushed. There's still a lingering gleam of lust and excitement in his eyes, but with a touch of strange emotion. His plush lips are soft and swollen from all the kissing, and his body glistens with sweat. And the reason he looks like that is because of you. You look at Wooyoung and see that he looks exactly the same, but the emotion in his eyes is more obvious than ever.

You want to crawl off his lap and cower in shame in the corner of the room so you don't have to look at all that tenderness and loveliness in his foxy eyes. You can handle his cheeky, flirtatious backside with ease, but this kind of Wooyoung is new territory for you.

"We… shit. This shouldn't have happened. This is the first rational thought to come out of your mouth all day. And you should have said it a lot sooner, before your two best friends made you cum twice with a squirting orgasm.

"Chagia, I think there's something we need to talk about, but first let's get you back to your normal self."

You don't argue; just nod and realize that San is absolutely right. You look like a complete mess, covered in saliva and lubricant. You can feel Wooyoung's cum seeping through the fabric of his pajama bottoms and drying on the inside of your thigh.

You look fucked.

"Yes, I think we have a lot to talk about."

It sounds terribly stupid, but what else can you say? Can we forget it? Or can we fuck again?

All your years of sexual longing for them have turned into a resounding slap in your face.

"Go take a bath, Peach, and we'll talk. San and I will take care of the rest."

For some reason, this sentence gave you a vague feeling of déjà vu. But you pushed the thought out of your head as quickly as it had come.

"Okay."

You finally slide off Wooyoung's lap, ignoring their stares at your almost naked body, there's no point in covering up or acting like a shy maiden, San's fingertips were rubbing your pussy just five minutes ago, bringing you to some kind of crazy orgasm, and the entire lower half of Woo's body is drenched in your secretions. If you've ever wanted to imagine how your friendship would turn out, this is it.

You trudge to the bathroom on your tired legs, pulling off your disgustingly wet thong on the way and throwing it on the floor. You turn on the light, turn on the tap and the whole room is immediately filled with the warm steam of hot water. Outside the door you can hear the muffled voices of the boys, who seem to be having some sort of heated argument, judging by San's irritated moaning and Wooyoung's loud whining.

You don't want to go into details; you still have time to destroy yourself. Your eyes catch sight of your reflection in the mirror. Tomorrow has come much earlier for you, if the fucked-up look on your face is any indication. Dishevelled hair, hickey marks, bruises and swollen lips from biting. What a beautiful morning after graduation!

"Wooyoung, you should have waited for me." San's voice is much louder now.

"As if I'm the only one who fucked her. Don't try to tell me it's all my fault."

You still don't want to join the conversation.

A pink, glistening puddle of something that smells like candy spreads across the bathtub. Thanks to Mingi, you have a whole collection of these colourful bombs. He's always had a soft spot for all things cute and charming, and he's taken every opportunity to spoil you to death with them.

With a tired sigh, you take another look at yourself in the mirror. So, Peach, are you ready for the consequences?

Turning away from your reflection, you lock the door with a click.

[4rticbolt]

The Menacing Bra |Master-list|

Fluff, swearing, kissy-kissy, crack, cringe and cliche?? Longish-drabble

You and the cook have a moment, and he actually grew a pair to make a move

!finally revised—lemme know if there’s errors pls and ty!

……………….

Laundry day.

Oh boy, what joy, the repetitive chore that tested your limits. Chipping away your mental capacity and motivation to do absolutely anything.

You’d spent hours on end scrubbing and rinsing the clothes, only to wear again, ferevently repeating the cycle.

You cursed, pinching a clip to your nose. You’d always wished there was some cheat sheet, some easy way out, other than free labor from the boys.

Especially when you’d gotten stuck with Nami and Robin’s clothes. You’d kindly asked, seeing their closets were getting low and they’d never decline an offer like that.

Because, honestly, who would? Washing clothes by hand was time consuming, and neither you nor the women had the patience for it.

Sure you might be throwing yourself under the bus here, but you cannot for the life of you throw fucking soap and bubbles for an hour.

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you scrubbed and submerged the materials hoping you could get done with this before lunch was done.

Which the odds were in your favor as you hadn’t procrastinated as much as you normally did. Meaning you’d started early on it, and there was nice weather! Though that luck didn’t last long as a distant crash emitted from downstairs.

“Spoke too soon,” you muttered, hearing a distant laugh and girlish scream follow after one another. A familiar shout rang after and a chaotic catchy cackle echoed.

You didn’t even want to think what the cook was dealing with now.

However speaking of the boys, if you even had to touch their laundry you’d pass away. That was an actual health hazard, and even thinking about it made your skin crawl.

You shuddered, shaking your head as a shiver ran through your spine, causing some bubbles to fly.

Ew. Just imagining the men’s laundry was a shit show. Maybe not Sanji’s, as he actually cared about his hygiene—but regardless, it was still gross.

Without even realizing, your thoughts filtered back to the cook who’d still been hollering in the kitchen. Consequently reprimanding the idiots for whatever crime they outdrew.

Though the thought of his agitated face made you smile.

The way his brows creased into a frown, and the way his jaw would have clenched—sharpening his chin. You silently cursed as your mind wandered further, leaving the rest of you to the mercy of your imagination.

Ok, sure, maybe you had fallen for the hopeless romantic—but how could you not?!

He’d always showered you in devoted affection—heartfelt compliments, and any craving you could think of. You saw him as the perfect package.

At-least from your point of view.

Maybe a little perverted in the terms of others, but that was just his charm, or so you’d convinced yourself. You had never had an issue with him, he’d never really lust after you—or anyone else for that matter.

Not that you knew of, which made it easy to brush off. Yeah sure—maybe an unhinged comment every now and then, but it could be a lot worse.

Deep down, his selfless acts and perverted thoughts felt more like a puppy love than anything. Appreciation, admiration, and his firm morals…were always so oddly refreshing.

…

However speaking of that said appreciation, you were almost done with this stupid laundry. You just had to hang up one of your bra’s.

The deck seemed to finally quiet, meaning lunch was ready. So as quickly as you could, you stepped onto the railing, reaching to a height where you could hang the garment.

Ignoring the warm breeze that rushed past, you hopped down to deal with the soapy water dumping it overboard.

“____, my love! Lunch is done,” Sanji called, his voice glowing with an excited smile as he steadily rounded the corner to take you inside.

“Yeah, just a sec!” You replied, shaking the soapy suds from the container watching them fall to the ocean below.

“No worries, I can wait darling.”

Turning back with a sigh, you weren’t met with the handsome face of the cook, but a sharp gust of wind and wet towel speedily flying towards you—smacking you straight through your face.

“Shit-“ Thwack

“Damn wind—you alright?” His voice reached, muffled over the violent winds. The pressure being immeasurable as it howled around and over the ship, shoving you against it’s side with blunt force.

You managed to holler back a muffled response, but the towel had still blocked your vision, making it impossible to see. The smell of a wet towel wasn’t pleasant, though it’d disappeared and fallen to the floor as the wind had finally died down, a sopping thud following to the floor. An annoying imprint was left on your shirt, peskily being a darker hue from what it originally was.

“Ugh, what the hell—you okay?” You asked, looking up to the cook as you wiped a dry sleeve across your face—but you froze seeing the sight in-front of you.

No.

Actually die.

He’s dead. You killed the man—or well, the bra that covered his face did. He was as red as a tomato, frozen in place. And you would’ve laughed at the sight if your weren’t embarrassed out of your mind.

Your hands slowly came out infront of you, hesitating at what to do with yourself—and the situation.

“Sanji?”

..

“S-so soft..” he whispered, dramatically plummeting to the floor.

There he goes…

You let out a long sigh, watching as a familiar pathetic trail of blood streamed from his nose. You slowly knelt to his side calling his name again, watching as he twitched like some possessed, squashed cockroach—far too gone for some unknown reason. He was clearly down as bad as you were for him—if not far worse.

Peeling off and tossing aside the bra, your hands hovered hesitating over his face for a moment, before you gently patted his cheeks, hoping to snap him out of his spell. However, he was painfully out like a light.

“Hellooo? Earth to sanji?” You sang, growing increasingly worried as the seconds stretched on.

Sure he had nose bleeds, but never this bad. Maybe back-up was needed.

“Hey!” You finally snapped, gently swatting his face—unable to wait any longer as the seconds and leading minutes painfully dragged on. You’d silently regretted your decision as his eyes fluttered open into hearts—but you could never stay irritated with a face like that.

“Yes darling?” he stuttered, quickly reaching into his pocket as he dabbed a light blue handkerchief you’d gifted him to his face. He secretly felt as if he’d been to heaven itself, knocked out by the cusp of a bra, and awoken by an angel.

“Are you okay?”

“Haha, yes—lovely,” He slurred, obviously still locked in the cages of the aftermath.

You could only grumble at his words—and at the sight. Your heart hammered at the way his eyes shined at your own, and the way his gentle smile lingered. Your heart was taking too many hits, and you really tried to fight it, but your gaze softened looking to his—locking gazes. Without the hearts.

As the air suddenly grew tense, and a heat built—Sanji was up in the blink of an eye offering you his hand, sending you a charming smile as his eyes still lingered.

“Are you sure?” You hummed, taking his hand.

“You’re offly pink.”

“I’m sure, and it’s only for you my Angel.” His voice softened, coming out with zero hesitation, hoping for—and ever so loving your reaction. The way your cheeks flushed, and the way your eyes teasingly rolled, a soft chuckle leaving your lips.

God he wanted you closer.

So he did. It was sudden, but his arm wrapped around your waist and it shamelessly pulled you closer.

He could tell you were nervous, and once again loved it. He loved everything about you. How your breath hitched, and how you brought your arms infront of coyly distancing yourself…

He knew if you’d given him a chance he would go hours on end naming every reason you were so adored. And he was tempted to ask, as you how you felt, but he knew it wouldn’t be so easy to get out of you—so his hand grasped your waist tighter, letting himself lean slightly against you.

His eyes scanned your body, your eyes, your face—your language for discomfort. But he didn’t, so he continued. And he knew a little teasing couldn’t hurt.

“Is it too much?”

Absolutely.

No. Not at all. Not even in the slightest.

You repeated to yourself, unable to properly think enough so you could speak. How could he affect you like this? Making you just…so god damned flustered. Your heart thudded yet again in your chest as you watched a soft smirk tug at his lips—and a light laugh sounded after.

“I’m joking, easy,” he mused, reaching a hand to very gently push some hair out of your eyes.

“No you’re not.” You muttered, cursing the way your voice was so small.

“…You’re right, I’m not.”

And for another moment, his eyes locked with your’s.

It felt as if your lungs had been in his hold, being squeezed softly—making you breathless as he finally leaned in.

Sanji slowly moved his hand from your waist to the nape of your neck, pulling you in, and you could feel the heat rise between you as he watched your lips like honey to a bee.

Sanji felt as if you looked far too sweet not to be held, not to be touched—not to be loved…and he couldn’t even comprehend how’d you taste. He knew he was far too eager to wait, and he’d controlled himself with you for far too long.

His lips longingly met yours, and you melted into it—sliding your hands from his chest to his neck—pulling your hips to his.

Sanji quietly groaned, his legs almost buckling at the feeling, and he needily slipped his tongue to meet yours, further deepening it. The kiss was a first time rush, feeling ever so feverish—and love ever so yearning fully deep.

Finally taken from the shelf you’d both restlessly waited upon, dusted off and brought into the light of the peaceable sense of purpose and belonging you both seemed to give each other.

You parted away to take a breath, but Sanji was too eager. His hands pulled you back and his head further tilted into your’s…

Until a door beside the two of you suddenly opened. An impatient captain running your moment.

“Sanji! Can we eat now?!” A hangry Captain huffed, far outstretching the scene.

“Hey what are you—“

You and Sanji frantically pulled away, letting out a stifled cough you walked past the boy.

“We’re done! He just came to tell me lunch was done! All is well, all is just fine!” You cheeped, bringing a hand to your mouth as you wiped away any dampness—fleeing the scene, turning bright red.

After your quick exit, you’d failed to notice the awkward scene you’d left behind—a very hungry luffy, and a now seething Sanji.

“Huh? What’s her deal—“

“Did you have to ruin that?!” He snapped, grabbing the gummy dolt by his shirt and rapidly shaking him. He didn’t even bother to hide the blush on his face.

“You idiot! Could you not see I was having a moment! I’ve waited forever for this—and you just had to plow through and ruin it!”

“Wh-at moment! And what d-o you me-an ruin it! I just sa-id I was hun-gry!” his rubber head flopped back n’ forth, as he tried—but ultimately failed avoiding the cook’s wrath.

Yeah, sure, Luffy might’ve been hungry, but so was Sanji. He was practically starving.

………………………………

[webslingingslasher]

hi j! what are cherry and peter doing right now??

comfortable silence.

peter's studying for an upcoming test and you're honed in on your current romance read. the main lead is cute, but nothing can top your peter parker fantasies.

'cherry?'

you finish your paragraph before looking at him, he's smiling a little too hard. 'you're so pretty.' you softly grin, feeling your lips curve up. 'and so is your handwriting.'

your eyebrows furrow at the odd compliment, you'll still accept it. 'thank you, lover.' peter clicks his pen a few times before finally coming clean. 'can you do me a favor? a really giant favor?'

you look down at your book and count the pages until the next chapter, you inwardly sigh and mentally commit before you bargain with him. peter's taught you there's give and take with love.

'can it wait three pages?' peter nods once, 'it can wait.' you give him a thumbs up and read a little faster for him, shutting the book with a satisfied smile once you reach chapter sixteen.

'what's the favor?'

peter turns back around, he looks guilty. he feels bad for asking. he holds up a blank piece of paper, you look at him for more context. 'we're allowed to use a cheat sheet for the test, one page only, front and back. i was wondering if you could do it for me?'

you pull a face, 'i don't know anything about what you're studying.' peter smiles and scrambles to pick up his notebook. 'no, no, i have it all highlighted. i just want you to copy it, i can't write that small and have it be legible.'

the task seems much more daunting than you expected. 'how much is there?' peter flips through the pages and lets out a deep breath, 'um, not much. just... basically everything?'

'oh boy.' peter took your boyfriend virginity and your real virginity, you can make a cheat sheet for him. it seems equal. 'pass it over, let me look at it.' once you have it in your hands you skim the highlighted areas, it would take some time and a dedication to splitting the sections to make it easier to read. you're already thinking of layouts.

'can i use my glitter pens?'

'absolutely.' the job just got easier. you nod confidently and agree to the ask. 'i can do that for you, petey. can i take it with me or do you need your book?'

peter rubs his lips together, he's staring at the holy grail that is super advanced something chemistry. he doesn't want you to take it but he's asking you for a favor so he's not sure how or if he can form the word no.

you do it for him. you're winning all the girlfriend awards today.

'nevermind, we'll keep it here.' peter visibly relaxes. 'but i need some markers, we're about to get real arts and crafty up in this bitch.' peter starts digging in his desk drawers, a box of markers tossed on the bed and a random textbook to follow as a makeshift table.

'i bet no one else's girlfriend is making their boyfriend's cheat sheet.' you start at the beginning and ask for more supplies. 'i need a ruler and a pencil. and the same color highlighters you used. oh, and that pen i like.'

peter's already collecting the tools, looking around his room for your bag. 'are your glitter pens in your bag?' you forgot you had them with you, the entire pencil case would be a savor right now. 'yes, but i left it downstairs.'

to peter, you're doing the biggest favor he's ever asked. he's willing to hunt and gather the supplies you need to make his life easier. 'on it. stay here and look pretty.' he's moving quick, you call out to him as he passes through the door. 'can you bring the whole thing, please?'

he doesn't respond but he comes right back up, pink bag in hand. 'where they at?' you point at the big pocket, your cherry printed pencil bag is handed over. (a gift from peter.)

'anything else? you want a coke, or a snack, or something?' you shake your head and start a header title for the first section, you're locked in. 'i'm okay.'

you highlight the title, there's another want brewing in your mind. 'actually...' peter perks right up, 'yes?' you pucker and tap your lips, your boyfriend is at your side and leaning down in seconds. three soft pecks, each one feels like an 'i love you.'

'you're sure there's nothing else you need?' he feels bad, it's a big ask. you've caught on and you're pushing him away gently. 'do you want me to do this or not?' peter nods quick and takes a large step back. 'i do, i just feel bad.'

'well, don't. and while i'm working on this you better keep revising, because you're going to bed at a decent time tonight, mister. and because you know how much i love the sound of your keyboard when you type.'

it's true, you've fallen asleep to the quiet clicking more than a few times.

peter bites back a smile. 'yes, ma'am.' you blow a kiss, 'good boy.'

peter revised, went to bed on time, and smugly showed off your work the following tuesday in class. 'see how organized this is, isn't my girl the best?'

peter passed with flying colors, he swears it's because of your cheat sheet and color coding. you tell him not to discredit his brain, he tells you not to discredit your work.

you compromise and accept the passing score with him because he swears it was built on teamwork. you think it's so you'll make him another the next time he asks.

and next time you'll be prepared with glitter glue. 

[a-leg-without-fear]

Nightmare🌧️

angst babes!!!

Ship: Worst!Logan Howlett x f!Reader

Rating: 16+

Wordcount: 986

Warnings: experimentation, allusions to drowning, needles, nightmares, PTSD struggles, cursing, self-doubt

Series: Leg's Tuna Tober

Clear water surrounded him on all sides. Burying him in a freezing, liquid tomb. He was completely submerged. Frigid liquid would be slithering into his lungs if it wasn't for the rebreather firmly lodged between his teeth. Artificial air pumped into his mouth in quick bursts. Opening his eyes resulted in them stinging from the chemicals in the water, so he remained in darkness.

The sounds of the world around him were muffled. Faint discussion filtered through the water like raindrops on a car roof. Snatches of "pulse at 82," "body temperature nominal," "preparing the adamantium now," reached his strained ears. Fists clenched around the metal table beneath him. What was taking so long?

Mechanical whirring buzzed in the water. Like a swarm of angry wasps submerged in a pond. It was hard to tell where the sound was coming from. Waves of harsh droning sped through the water at high velocity. He would have covered his ears if it weren't for the metal restraints firmly holding his wrists to the table.

Dozens of spinning needles stabbed into his skin. Hot poker after hot poker spearing into his flesh and making him cry out into the rebreather. Sparks of absolute agony swirled in the blood leaking from his new wounds. He thrashed against his restraints, desperate to escape from this new torture.

Logan's eyes snapped open as a harsh breath filled his lungs. His pulsed raced in his ears like a galloping horse. Sweat covered his skin in a thin coat. The cotton sheets flew from his body in fistfuls of cloth as he threw them from himself, scrambling to sit at the edge of the bed.

As his bare feet touched the hardwood, chest heaving, he took in his surroundings. Framed pictures of his new life in this universe decorated every available wall and flat surface. Images of parties at Wade and Althea's apartment, Mary Puppins graduating from dog-training, Laura with her new girlfriend. The group of framed pictures on his nightstand were singled out, the photos containing someone he held so dearly the frames were more expensive than the rest.

You.

Stills of you and Logan at a bar getting drinks, you asleep on the couch with Mary Puppins in your lap, you and Wade playing cards when you know he cheats. Your bright smile decorated every frame in a cheerful glow. Always one to make people happy without ever really trying.

A deep, revitalizing breath filled Logan's chest as he scooped up one of the pictures. It was a selfie he had taken a few months ago. You and Logan were on the beach somewhere in California. Teals and greens flowed over your shoulders from the two-piece bathing suit you'd decided to wear that day. Your sunburned arms were wrapped around Logan's shoulders, lips pressed to his cheek as you gave him a laughter-filled kiss. A content smile was stretched across his weathered face.

Logan looked over his bare shoulder to see you. Cuddled under the blankets, mouth slightly parted, deep in sleep. Your hair was lightly tousled from your usual tossing and turning.

How did he ever land himself here? After everything he'd done, or didn't do? How in the fuck did he manage to build this perfect life with you? How did he earn the right to wake up next to you every morning, a sleepy smile playing at your lips as you kissed his forehead, with pure adoration flooding his senses?

The frame glinted in the moonlight as he set it back on his nightstand. Logan's touch lingered on the glass. Wind had blown your hair from the bun you'd secured it in earlier that day. Wisps blew across your closed eyes and had tickled Logan's nose.

"Logan?" came your mumbled whisper. He shifted on the bed until he was facing you. Tired eyes blinked up at him from your place amongst the sheets. Your eyebrows were furrowed, confusion etching into your sleep-addled features.

"Sorry, doll. Nightmare," he cooed quietly. He smoothed his palm along your cheek. Your skin was warm, plush, comfortable. Like holding a peach on a summer's day.

You nuzzled deeper into his hand. A small smile pulled at your lips, "It's okay. Wanna talk about it?"

The question hung heavily around his head. Smoke curled in his mind from where his nightmares originated. Clouded, a monstrous fog that Logan could never quite focus on. It lingered in his mind like storm clouds over a choppy sea. He'd tried to direct his ship toward the tempest, to access his memories, but he'd always sink beneath the waves before he'd reach it.

Doomed to repeat his past every night and to not remember a single thing.

"Nah, I'm alright, sugar. Go back to sleep," he soothed as he brushed a stray hair away from your face. Your hands unburied themselves from the sheets and gripped at his forearm.

"At least hold me until then?" you asked, so damn sweetly. Like the only shelter in the wilderness was in Logan's arms. Like he was safe, someone worth being near when times got tough.

"Of course," he breathed with a sigh. You tugged the sheets down to offer Logan space to envelop you. He dutifully obeyed, sliding under the covers and cradling you to his chest. A content sigh puffed from your lips. He felt your eyes flutter closed as you buried your nose against his neck.

"Love ya, Lo," you slurred into his skin. It was only a few moments before your breathing mellowed out, sleep taking you under its soft wings.

Logan ran his hand up and down your spine. Soft skin ran past his fingertips in fields of heated velvet. The repetitive motion grounded him, reminded him that you were his. He pressed a kiss into the crown of your head.

"I love you, too," he whispered. He knew, unequivocally, that he was yours. Nightmares and all.

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Cheating - Price x Reader NSFW

When you find your boyfriend cheating on you, you look for refuge in your captain’s arms.

CW: fem!reader, unprotected p in v, cheating

Word Count: 6280

If you said you didn’t expect your evening to go like this, it was an understatement.

Standing in the doorway to your bedroom, your eyes were locked on the bodies moving under the sheets.

Your boyfriend, the man you had been with for the last 2 years, lay in your shared bed on top of his coworker.

With every movement, the raggedy bed creaked, their lower halves covered by the blanket - though the thin material did nothing to hide what was going on underneath, his hips vigorously thrusting while the woman moaned - the two of them completely in their own world.

After two months out in the field, you’d finally returned from deployment, coming back a week early even. And now here you stood, watching the man who supposedly loved you fucking another woman.

It was like you were frozen. Every cel in your body wanted you to run, disgust curling through your stomach, and yet you couldn’t move. You just stood there, nauseous as you watched.

And what was even worse; the woman (though you recognised her, you couldn’t remember her name) was wearing a blindfold. Your blindfold. Your shitty excuse of a boyfriend couldn’t even have the decency to buy her separate stuff.

That thought, that rage, was enough to get you moving as you stormed over, yanking the blanket back, causing both parties on the bed to gasp.

“You absolute asshole!” You yelled, slamming your army bag into your boyfriend’s side, successfully breaking the two apart and causing him to nearly topple off the bed.

“Y-Y/N?” He asked, the colour draining from his flushed face as he looked at you, his eyes wide as he saw you standing there. Home. “You’re early…”

The woman, hearing everything, scrambled back on the bed, pushing the blindfold up to be able to see, her eyes settling on you.

Immediately, a guilty look overtook her features but you couldn’t be bothered to give her another second as you glared at your boyfriend instead.

“Look, baby…” He tried but you instantly shut him up with just a hand gesture, seething.

Standing there in your army uniform, with your naked lover and his affair partner in front of you, you were simply at a loss for words.

A part of you wanted to grab him, throw him, hurt him - do everything you were ever taught when it came to fighting - but you decided against it. He wasn’t worth a possible assault charge.

So instead, you took a step back while your emotions raged inside you. “We’re done.” With that, you turned around and walked out.

“Y/N, wait!” Your boyfriend called out, scrambling to cover himself before he ran after you but by that point you’d already reached the front door, glaring back at him before you slammed the door right in his face and locked it.

Immediately, the doorknob started to jiggle before you heard a muffled curse.

With tears in your eyes, you looked down at the two keys in your hand. You’d purposely taken his as well, locking him inside.

Sniffling, you just dropped his keys on the doorstep, leaving him to figure out how he’d get out and get them as you then proceeded to walk away and to your car, needing to just get away.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, rain started up.

Within 20 seconds it was pouring down and you ran along the street to your car.

Your usual parking spot in front of your apartment wasn’t free, which is why you’d had to park an entire block away. Now you knew why.

By the time you reached your car and jumped in, you were soaked to the bone. Droplets splattered satisfyingly on the windshield of your car while you threw your duffel bag to the backseat, letting your head fall back against the seat as you covered your face with your hands.

Within ten minutes, everything had gone to shit.

The relationship you’d been so secure in was a sham. The guys had always joked you were smitten whenever you mentioned your boyfriend; Ghost playfully complaining and Soap making crude jokes whenever he could while Gaz would nudge you. It had all been fun then. As you sat here now however, it wasn’t.

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your phone - only moderately damp - and scrolled through your contacts with tears in your eyes.

You needed someone, you needed someplace to stay even. But you knew your best friend would ask a million questions before going on a warpath, and you weren’t exactly in the mood to explain it to the teasing triad, seeing their jokes turn into sympathy.

That left one person. Captain Price.

Sniffling, you let out a shaky breath before scrolling through your contacts. Last time you’d contacted him outside of work was to ask him for what he wanted as a birthday gift. That wasn’t to say you didn’t speak with the man or had a bad relationship, no, the complete opposite even. When not out in the field giving orders, he was kind, supportive, understanding and funny even. And most of all, he left you be in your relationship without meddling like the others.

So, without much of a thought, you typed up a message.

‘Hey, cap.

Due to some circumstances I need a place to sleep. Could I crash at your place?’

It was vague and probably a stupid way to ask but at the moment you couldn’t muster up the energy to care - all of said energy going into the effort to not cry over the piece of shit your ex-boyfriend was.

Faster than you expected, your message turned to being read as you saw the indication he was replying pop up.

‘Without question.

You know the address?’

Sniffling, you wiped your nose with the back of your hand and smiled at your phone. Typing a quick ‘yes’, you then got another message.

‘Good. Drive safe in this weather.’

For some reason, just that was enough to make your emotions spill over the wall you’d shoddily built and you began to cry while putting your phone down and starting the ignition.

Putting your captain’s address in your car’s navigation took a bit longer because of it, though the added benefit was that your cries quietened enough for you to drive by the time you’d managed to get it on.

Despite Price’s text, you drove without much care, the windshield wipers doing overtime in the pouring rain as thunder started to rumble.

Beside you, your phone started to light up with texts and calls, your boyfriend trying to contact you though you ignored them.

Within twenty minutes, you reached Price’s house and you parked your car right in front of his door. His own was sitting neatly in the driveway, leaving room for you on the street.

Wiping your tears away one last time, you composed yourself as much as you could before grabbing your bag and phone, taking your keys out of the ignition before you got out of the car and began rushing to Price’s home.

Looking up, the door was already open with Price standing beside it, beckoning you inside.

The moment you did, he closed the door, shutting out the rain and thunder right as a lightning flash in the clouds lit up the dark outside.

“Bloody hell.” Price remarked as he then took a step back and took you in, scanning you from head to toe.

Standing there, dripping wet, you guiltily stepped back until you were standing on the ‘welcome’ mat by the door, not wanting to drip water into his wooden floor. “Sorry to barge in.” You spoke softly but at that point, Price had already clocked the puffiness of your eyes and congestion of your nose, clear indicators you’d been crying.

“Here, let me.” He spoke as he took your bag from you, setting it down on the floor next to his own. Because of course, he’d only just gotten home as well. He stood before you in jeans and a shirt, but you figured he didn’t have much time to change into that before you’d already contacted him.

“I… uhm-“ You started, wanting to offer some sort of excuse or explanation but Price stopped you with a shake of his head.

“We need to get you dry first.” He spoke, a hint of his trademark authority in his voice. “Take off your shoes and follow me. I’m not letting you put on a dirty uniform, so you can borrow from me for the time being.” He spoke, nudging at your duffle bag with his sock-clad foot to emphasise what he meant.

Simply nodding, you bent down, cringing at the feeling of your wet clothes moving with you as you untied your boots. Though you’d worn this uniform while wet plenty of times, that didn’t mean it was ever nice.

Once your shoes were off, you stood back up straight and Price motioned for you to follow him.

Doing just that, you stepped from his entrance hall out into the living room, seeing the comfortable couch to the left that you and the team had spent many a night drinking on whenever your captain hosted an evening in together.

“Y/N.”

Snapped out of your reverie, you looked up to see Price standing to the right, at the bottom of the stairs leading upwards.

“Sorry.” You mumbled but Price just waved it off, beckoning you to follow him.

When you did, he started ascending the stairs, leading you to a room at the far end of the hallway, opening it to reveal what seemed to be his own bedroom.

“I don’t have a lot of choice of clothes for you unfortunately, my apologies.” He hummed, walking over to a drawer cabinet as he opened the bottom drawer, revealing pants.

Taking out a pair of sweatpants, he handed it to you before opening the second most top drawer, grabbing a random black long-sleeve shirt from the bottom of the pile to give to you as well.

“I think those would fit best.” He hummed before his eyes trailed down, lingering on your hips as he then slightly pursed his lips. “Do you think you need uh…” He started, hesitating to actually say it, though you quickly picked up on it.

“Oh, no. I’m not that wet, thankfully.” You quickly said, holding up the pants and shirt he gave. “These are fine, thank you. I’ll just go change in the toilet downstairs.” You spoke, feeling awkward and a little skittish and suddenly, Price’s hand was covering yours, warm and calm.

“You can change in the bathroom next door. There’s a warm towel there too which you can use.” He spoke, his voice suddenly calm and reassuring, almost soothing.

And it was embarrassing how much it helped to calm your nerves. But then again, maybe it was an instinct weened into you given your captain always was the voice of reason and calm on the battlefield. That’s what you told yourself at least.

Walking into the bathroom with the clothes in your arms, you gently shut the door behind you, letting out a shuddering breath as you leaned back into it, closing your eyes.

I the span of an half an hour, everything was flipped upside down and even if you’d already broken down, it didn’t feel like you’d truly processed what had happened.

Just shaking the thoughts off for now, you decided to change, getting into the sweatpants and tightening the draw string around your hips before switching shirts as well, adjusting the clothing where necessary.

Once done with that, you looked around to see a white towel hanging next to a grey one on a heated rack. Reaching out, you ran your hands over it, feeling the grey one damp - most likely used by Price to take a shower earlier when he got home. Moving over to the white one, you grabbed it, pleasantly surprised by the warmth and softness of it.

Using it to dry your hair, you were soon done and politely hung the towel back on the rack, making your way out of the bathroom after.

Moving downstairs, you heard the sound of a kettle whistling, making a small smile form on your face, knowing how proud your captain was of his kettle, passed down to him by his late mother.

Coming off the stairs, you saw Price by the kitchen counter, busying himself with pouring two cups of tea.

“Thank you for letting me borrow these.” You spoke softly, catching Price’s attention who looked up at you and smiled.

“Not a problem, love.” He hummed, making you blink at the nickname. “Come with me to the couch.” He beckoned before picking up the mugs, taking the lead.

Following him, you gingerly sat beside him while he placed your mug on a coaster, for which you softly thanked him.

“What’s going on then?” He asked after a moment, turning his body to you.

Looking over at the man, instead of the stern look you expected - one you’d seen plenty of times when reprimanded during training - his face was soft, a worry line on his forehead and his eyes slightly creased. Concern.

“I, uhm.” You mumbled, reaching out to grab the mug of tea as you cradled it, revelling in the warmth as it warmed your chilly bones.

“Take your time.”

It was the way he spoke it. Soft and in a whisper, a care shining through that broke you, causing tears to rapidly fill your eyes.

Seeing that, Price shifted closer, placing a comforting hand on your leg as he squeezed.

“I found my boyfriend, uhm-“ You started, taking in a shaky breath, trying so hard not to cry, trying to stay composed. “With another woman.”

Your voice cracked and diluted into a whisper near the end as you hid behind the mug, feeling pathetic.

“Oh, sweetheart…” Price breathed out, moving closer until his hip was pressed to yours, his right hand slinging over your shoulders while his left carefully took the time to put the tea back down. Wasting not a second after, he pulled you into himself.

Being so suddenly pulled into a hug, your face screwed up and you started crying all over, your breaths small and fast and your sobs pained.

“It’s okay.” Price soothed, holding you tightly.

Slowly, you curled your arms around his waist, crying into his shirt. “He was just there, doing it in our bed.” You cried and Price gently held you, rubbing your back.

“It’s not your fault.” He spoke softly, almost muttering into your hair and you nodded, trying to believe it as you felt yourself melt into his warmth and the comfort he brought.

“I broke up with him on- on the spot.” You sniffled, not wanting to sob in front of the man you looked up to. “He tried to run after me.”

“But he didn’t?” Price asked, a little confused but you shook your head no.

“I locked him inside the house.”

At that, a small, baffled laugh escaped the brunet. “You locked him inside? That’s my girl.” He grinned, pulling you in tighter as he rubbed your back again.

Just then however, his eyes landed on your pocket, his smile replaced by a frown.

“Your phone keeps going off.”

Sniffling, you wiped your nose and looked at your pocket. Though you kept feeling the thing buzzing in your pants, you were too far in your head to register it. Now however, you remembered and reached into the pocket, pulling your phone out.

Unsurprisingly, your boyfriend’s contact was displayed on the screen. You’d lost count of the amount of messages and missed calls.

“He’s been trying all night.” You muttered, making the brunet frown.

“All night? Even despite-? You should turn it off, love.” He spoke while the both of you watched the call go to voicemail.

“I can just ignore it.” You sniffled, trying to wipe your eyes. Yet right then, his contact came onto the screen again as he once more called.

While you were ready to ignore however, Price wasn’t as inclined. “Can I?” He questioned, holding out his hand for your phone.

Shrugging you handed it over.

Gently taking it from you, the man turned the screen towards himself. Glaring at it and the contact on it, Price suddenly swiped the green button, answering the call and making your heart lurch into your throat.

“Y/N, I-“

“Listen, mate, you need to stop.” Price interrupted, making your boyfriend halt in his steps.

“Who are you?”

Because your face was pressed to Price’s chest, you could hear every word your boyfriend said, even if a little quiet.

“You think that’s the most important thing right now?” Price scoffed in answer. “You need to stop texting and calling, you’re hurting her.”

“I’ll do as I please, it’s my girlfriend, dude. Now who are you? Why is she with you?”

Almost amazed at the gall of this guy, Price looks down at you, his brows raised and his head shaking in disbelief over how he kept blabbering.

“She’s not your girlfriend anymore.” Price spoke calmly. “She made that quite clear, didn’t she? Now it’s none of your business but I’m her goddamn boss. You hurt her so bad that she’s seeking refuge with her boss. And you think that warrants you still calling her your girlfriend? No, mate.” Price spoke, gripping the phone tighter, his jaw clenched.

“Just send her home to talk.”

“Absolutely not.”

“What’s your problem?!”

“You disrespected and hurt one of my best soldiers. That’s my problem. Now if you can’t treat her right and fill her needs, I sure as shit will. Call this number again and I’m coming over to shut you up personally.”

With that, Price ended the call, placing your phone on the table with a huff.

It took a second before the silence fully set in and Price looked down at you, swallowing. “Sorry, I- uh. I couldn’t have him talk about you anymore.”

He seemed almost embarrassed by practically yelling over the phone at a man he didn’t even know.

“Thank you.” You whispered, the tightness in your chest seeming a little looser before you let out a sigh. “How big do you think the chance is he’s now going to accuse me of cheating?”

“Moderately big.” Price sighed, pulling you up a bit to sit better in his arms. “I don’t know how you dated that asshole for so long, I’m sorry to say it so bluntly.”

Letting out a sigh, you shook your head. “It’s okay, I don’t know either. Just… was too blinded to see it, I guess.”

“Hey, you couldn’t have known he was cheating.” Price speaks softly, tilting your chin up to make you look at him.

You nod, letting out a shuddering breath before tightening your hold on the man as your thoughts raced. “I’m so angry, Price. I just want to do something to get back at him. I thought about beating him up when I- but I decided against it because of legal shit.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest at that, pleasant against your cheek and you glance up at him. “Probably for the best, though I can understand your want.” He hummed and you sighed.

Looking down again, you shifted a bit before your tongue darted out to moisten your lips. “Price?”

“Hm?”

“What did you mean saying that if he didn’t take care of me, you would?”

At your words, Price froze a bit, his eyes locked on a point across the room, darting a bit as he thought, his body shifting awkwardly.

“Well…” He started. “You deserve someone who loves you. He evidently didn’t.”

Pulling yourself back from his arms, Price instantly brought them down to his sides, crossing his legs and refusing to look at you. Somehow, he’d had the idle hope you wouldn’t read between the lines.

“I’ll go see if we can order some food.” He mumbled, deciding ignoring was the best course of action, yet as he began to move to stand up, you grabbed his wrist and tugged him back down.

Falling into the couch with a grunt, your hand was on his cheek and turning his face within a second, your lips connecting to his.

Shocked, Price stayed still for a second, not knowing what to do before his brain caught up on what was happening.

His left hand shot to the back of your head, tangling into your hair as he pulled you closer, starting to reciprocate the kiss in full, his mouth meshing with yours with no further hesitation.

Your eyes closed, you felt your captain kissing you so eagerly. And you felt more alive than you had in months of your past relationship.

Losing himself in your lips, Price felt his heart hammering in his chest as his right arm curled around your waist, grabbing and lifting you, turning until you were on his lap, making him tilt his head up to keep kissing you.

Shifting your hips, your hands dragged down his chest as you kissed him, the bristles of his muttonchops grazing against your skin in a drag more delicious than anything you’d ever imagined.

Finally, Price pulled back, his breathing heavy and laboured as he looked up at you. “Jesus, love.”

Panting softly, you looked down at Price, seeing his usually bright blue eyes darkened, his pupils wide as he looked at you, an almost adoring look on his face.

“I’m sorry-“ You started, only for Price to move both of his arms to your waist, pulling you in closer, forcing your legs to spread a bit further to accommodate his hips.

“Don’t you apologise.” He warned, leaning in to ghost his lips over your jaw, pressing a little kiss right below your ear. “You and I both know I don’t mind.”

Swallowing nervously, your hands tightened on his shoulders. “Yes but… it’s not right.”

“What’s not right is your boyfriend treating you like shit. You deserve more, sweetheart.” He rasped, shifting his hips a bit, making your eyes widen as you felt something press into you. “Let me make a proposition.” He said softly, one of his hands cupping your chin to make you look at him.

“I’ve seen you staring at me, I know what goes on in that mind of yours. But you were loyal to your boyfriend. That’s good. But he’s your ex now.”

“What are you saying?” You whisper.

At that, Price smirked, running his knuckles down your cheek. “I think you know. You want to get back at him? I can give you that.”

Biting your lip, you looked down, blushing as that left you staring at you sitting on his lap, practically on top of his crotch. “I-“

“Hey.” His voice was suddenly a lot softer as he made you look up at him. “You can say no, yeah? I’m reading between the lines here but if you don’t want this, just say it.” He spoke softly, his arm around your waist shifting to loosely hold onto your hip.

“You’re my boss.” You whisper and Price nods, a little dejected but masking it fairly well.

“I understand. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He smiled kindly, taking in a deep breath, shifting to sit up to lift you off of his lap, only for your hand to land on his chest and push him back into the couch cushions.

Surprised, Price blinked up at you. “I’m not uncomfortable.” You spoke lowly. “I… want this. But what if we get in trouble?”

Hearing those words, it was like the flip of a switch as he got the green light. Reaching up, he placed his hand on your cheek. “We won’t get in trouble. Because right now I’m not your captain. We’re off duty, there is no ranks here.”

“That’s such semantics.” You whispered and Price chuckled, his hand on your hip starting to wander back, partially splaying onto your ass where he lightly squeezed.

“Semantics is all we need, darling. Tell me you want this.”

Biting your lip, you nodded. “I want this.”

“Good.” Price grinned before leaning in, kissing you.

Wasting no time, he parted his lips, his tongue swiping yours as he asked for entrance, his hips starting to rock into you.

Grunting softly, you opened up, feeling his tongue start to delve into your mouth and explore, his hands wandering up and down your body as he rocked his hips, searching for friction.

Throwing caution to the wind, you began returning in kind. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you started grinding your hips, earning a groan from Price while you kissed, your lips feverishly moving against each other, desperate and needy.

Gripping your hip with his left hand, Price moved his right down your stomach, teasing his shirt that you were wearing up, a little groan leaving him as his palm brushed against his own joggers currently on your hips.

Breaking the kiss, he instantly started kissing down your jaw and to your neck. “Fuck, you look so heavenly in my clothes. It was such a mistake to give it to you.” He panted, his right hand gripping the waistband of your pants. “Wanted to take them off you straight away.

Smiling softly against his hair, you felt him nip at the skin of your neck, his hand grazing your lower stomach making butterflies crash around. “Do you really have such little self-control, sir?” You teased and Price bit down hard on your neck with a groan.

“Told you, there’s no ranks here.”

“You did, but I think you like it, sir.” You grinned and Price tensed beneath you, his hips twitching.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” He whispered. His hand starting to slip past your waistband, moving into your pants. “I’ll play along.”

Biting your lip, you felt his fingers explore down, rubbing the fabric of your panties, barely grazing your clit.

“Price-“ You whispered, feeling him buck his hips up into you, making you whimper, desperate for more.

“I know.” He hummed, his finger finding your clit, pressing it through the fabric of your panties, making you whine as he started circling his finger on it.

Biting your lip, you tried to push your hand into your pants as well, wanting to move your panties for him but Price stopped you, grabbing your wrist and tutting softly.

“None of that now. I’m taking my time with you.” He whispered, moving his finger down to the seat of your panties now, feeling how damp the fabric was, your slick soaking into it.

Unable to take it, you reached forward and grabbed onto the fabric of his jeans. Unbuttoning it, Price groaned softly, feeling his erection jump.

Carefully reaching in, you bypassed his underwear, feeling him instantly, his length straining against the confinements of his clothing.

Licking your lips, you carefully wrapped your fingers around it, your heart beating a little faster as you felt the width, sitting heavy in your palm.

“Go on, love.” Price encouraged, his breathing a little faster as he felt your hand on him, his own fingers finally pushing the fabric of your panties aside as he instead started running his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were.

Shuddering out a breath, you started trying to pull him out, only to stop as Price sunk a finger into you, his mouth on your neck starting to suck little hickeys while he kept encouraging you to continue.

Steeling yourself, you pulled him out, hard and big, making you bite your lip in equal nervousness and excitement.

“You’re so warm.” Price whispered into your ear, slowly thrusting his finger in and out, quickly adding a second, making you groan faintly. “That’s it. My girl.”

Shifting your hips, his fingers dragged through your walls and you started moving your hand up to the tip, using your thumb to rub over his slit, starting to spread his precum.

“Good girl.” Price praised, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he started scissoring his fingers, his palm finding your clit and rubbing into it.

“Hn-“ Suppressing a whine, you held onto the man with your free hand, your eyes closing. “Price, I want you…”

Groaning softly at your admission, Price smiled to himself, kissing under your ear and down your neck, sucking softly every now and then.

“I want you too but I don’t have a condom, love. Didn’t exactly prepare for this.”

“I’m clean.” You whispered, having always used protection with your boyfriend.

“I meant it more for your comfort than mine, sweetheart.” Price rumbled a chuckle. “Don’t want any happy accidents, do we?”

“I’m on birth control.” You whispered, grinding your hips, desperate for friction even as Price continued to softly pump his fingers, scissoring them and caressing your walls.

“Are you sure?” He asked, stifling a groan as you squeezed your hand around him.

“I want you.”

Letting out a little strained huff, Price pulled his head back and kissed you while pushing a third finger into you, gently moving it in and out, stretching you open.

Whimpering in response, your eyes shut as pleasure curled through you, his palm still digging into your clit while he moved his fingers.

“Please-“ You whined again and he couldn’t resist anymore.

Pulling his fingers out, you groaned at the kiss, feeling him retract his hand completely before he lifted you up and quickly turned the both of you around, pushing you down onto the couch while he leaned over you, his hips between your legs still.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?”

Without hesitation, you nodded and Price stuttered out a breath, reaching down to pump himself a few times, purposely using his right hand to spread your slick onto himself, a little groan leaving him.

“Take it off for me, sweetheart, yeah?” He asked, using that time to take his turtleneck off, throwing it over the back of the couch, watching you strip of all your clothes except your underwear.

Pushing his own pants down to his knees, he shifted to lean over you, his hands on either side of your head.

“You’re so pretty for me.” He whispered, his eyes roving your body. “Imagined this so many times and now here you are.” He smiled, leaning in and kissing you, his hand moving down in the meantime, starting to push your panties down your legs, slowly taking them off completely, leaving you bare beneath him.

Panting softly, you looked up, seeing Price hovering over you, his chest covered with hair, leading down to his stomach where it gathered in a point, running down until it flared again into a happy trail.

His cock stood, hard and the tip red, clearly just as needy as you felt.

Seeing you blatantly ogling him, Price smirked, leaning over you again, his right hand grabbing himself as he pressed his tip against your entrance.

“Are you ready, love?” He whispered, starting to glide the head through your folds, smearing your slick onto himself, spreading it.

“Yes, god, please-“ You practically begged, seeing the man’s lip curled up as he then positioned himself by your entrance again before pushing into you.

While he took it slow, your mouth fell open at the stretch, your eyes falling shut as you focused on his cock slowly pushing in.

“There you go, doing so good.” Price whispered, his breathing sped up in excitement as he slid in. You were so wet, making it easy.

About halfway in, he felt resistance and Price groaned. Your walls were wrapped so snugly around him and he carefully pulled out, keeping it slow to keep you comfortable.

“F-Feels good.” You whispered, feeling him slowly thrust in and out, slowly working more and more of himself into you.

“You’re taking me well, love.” Price praised, unable to take his eyes off of the slick coating his cock every time he pulled out, watching his length disappear into you just a second after.

“Sir-“ You whined and Price groaned, pushing in a little harder. Starting to speed up.

“That’s it. My pretty girl.” He gasped, reaching down to start playing with your clit.

“Ah-“ You whined and Price bit his lip, starting to increase his thrusts, watching you take more and more of his cock.

“Come on, take all of me, love.” He encouraged, pushing his hips forward, trying to push past your tight walls before he pulled out until the tip, thrusting back in after, repeating the process and working himself into your heat. “Almost.”

“Price-“ You moaned, the stretch making you gasp as he rubbed your clit.

“I know, I know.” He soothed, pushing his hips forward until finally, his hips were flush with yours, his entire length inside you. “Good girl, fuck-“

Panting, Price gripped your thigh, pulling your leg around his waist. “Please move.” You begged and he nodded, starting to thrust, making sure you were taking him entirely every time.

“You feel so good. So tight.” He praised, leaning down to bite into your neck while his hips moved.

“Price-!” You moaned, throwing your head back while he sped up.

Groaning into your skin, Price fucked into you, his eyes closed as he focused on your tight cunt wrapped around him.

His fingers still played with your clit, making a heat spread through you as you whimpered.

Reaching up, your hands tangled in the hair on the back of his head and you pulled his face up and away from your neck, instead slamming your lips to his, to which he quickly reciprocated.

Thrusting into you, Price’s right hand moved from your thigh to your ass, squeezing it appreciatively while he delved his tongue into your mouth, his other hand moved from your clit to resting on the side of your neck, his thumb splayed around the front of it, making him have a light hold on your throat while he kissed you.

Moaning into his mouth, your toes curled as he worked his cock inside you again and again, your heart pounding as a sheen of sweat started to appear on both your bodies.

Breaking the kiss, Price groaned against your lips, his right hand shifting to rub your clit again, making you clench around him.

“Oh fuck-“ Price moaned ever so softly, speeding up his thrusts as he felt a heat grow, his climax impending.

“Price, sir-“ You whimpered out a moan, Price pushing harder on your clit while he pounded into you fast and deep, making sure to hit all the way inside.

With every thrust into you, his cock hit your G-spot, making your back arch as you felt your walls begin to clench.

“That’s it, good girl. Needed me inside this pussy so bad, huh?” Price panted, his thrusts starting to stutter.

Nodding desperately, you whined out, bucking your hips into his thrusts, making him hit even deeper, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. “Fuck!” You cried out, causing Price to groan, his hand retreating from your neck to instead hold your hips up, making sure to keep hitting that exact angle over and over and over.

“He didn’t deserve you. Didn’t deserve to taste you, to feel you, to love you.” Price rambled, slowing down though he went rougher, starting to chase his high.

“Price, I’m-“ You cried out, throwing your head back as you felt his thumb push down firmly on your clit, a pressure building up in your abdomen.

“Go ahead.” He groaned. “I’m not far behind.”

Moaning, you sharply arched your back, feeling hum thrust in, your cunt stretched so wide on him while he circled your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

Unable to hold it in, it took just one more thrust for you to fall over the edge. Your orgasm hit hard as you moaned, your eyes forced shut as you clung onto Price, your nails digging into his shoulders while your walls spasmed and clenched around his shaft.

Gasping, Price continued to fuck you through your climax, your cunt tightening repeatedly around him and making him moan.

Releasing your clit, he caught himself with both hands on either side of your head, desperately thrusting into you, feeling your heat and the tightness overwhelming him.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, so good for me.” He groaned, panting harshly as he thrust a few more times before feeling himself start to twitch.

With a groan, he pulled out, his hand shooting down to rapidly jerk himself, needing just a few strokes before he too was cumming.

Moaning, he released his load onto your stomach and chest, thick, white spurts landing on your skin and pooling in the grooves of your flesh.

Jerking himself a few more times, Price then let go, panting harshly as he opened his eyes, looking down to see you laying beneath him, your eyes hazy, your chest heaving, and your skin painted with his seed.

Trying to catch his breath, Price hovered over you, his eyes glazed as his gaze slowly ran up and down your torso, unable to look away from his cum splattered onto your skin - thick, white and possessive.

“Fuck, I wanna take a picture and send it to that asshole.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you. “Show him who’s taking care of you now. Taking proper care of you.” There was a slight smile in his voice and you gently kissed back, instantly taking Price with it as he leaned closer, kissing you eagerly.

While the night started terribly for you, neither Price or you would see much sleep before sunrise.

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Cheat Sheet

Pairing: Draco x fem/Slytherin reader

Summary: You and Draco have always been especially good friends to each other, and this time is no different. But when you step in to save him in potions class, you both start to realize that maybe, it is.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: None, mostly fluff, some cursing and kissing

Behold, my second fic! Let me know if y'all want a part 2 for this one or my first fic, And Now I Do. Thanks for being so sweet and supportive, y'all are the best :)

If you watch HOTD, you'll enjoy a quote I pulled from a recent monologue 🐉

“Sssshh, ssshh, it’s okay.” You say calmly to the first year Slytherin crying in your arms. “I get homesick, too. But soon you will make great friends here who will feel like family. I promise.” The young boy pulls back, eyes puffy and cheeks stained with tears, which bled onto your shirt, but you don’t mind. You’ve been an older sister all your life, anyways. 

Draco had been made a Prefect this year and advanced his position on the Slytherin Quidditch team. Tonight, their captain has them practicing until nearly midnight. A bit excessive to you, but the Championship tournament against Ravenclaw is coming up and they’re hungry for victory. 

Because he’s always been able to rely on you, and your generally brilliant standing in your year, he’s asked you to take over his Prefect responsibilities for the night. This really only means keeping an eye out for students after curfew and tending to any notable incidents. You like to poke fun at Draco sometimes, calling him “the Slytherin-sitter.” This job couldn’t be easier for you.

“Can you walk me back to my dorm?” he asks through gasping sobs. You feel for the kid, remembering back to when you first started at Hogwarts and were nearly shaking on the train ride over. As if that wasn’t enough, you got sorted into the world’s most hated house. But eventually, you found your group when you beat the infamous Harry Potter in a wand duel in second year in front of your Defense Against the Dark Arts class. You remember turning back to your house and seeing your four new favorite smirks: Draco, Pansy, Theo, and Blaise.

You wonder how Draco would have handled this boy’s breakdown. What is Draco like around kids? It’s hard for you to imagine Draco being sensitive to a first year’s emotional needs. Your only frame of reference is when you ended up in the hospital wing in third year when you and Pansy thought it would be fun to try a fire spell on the Whomping Willow. Needless to say, it backfired… badly. But you remember Draco’s bedside manner when he visited you in the infirmary. You remember him being impossibly gentle when helping you stand up, laughing to tears with you when you told him what happened, and sneaking you some of your favorite desserts from the Great Hall. Ultimately, you’ve always been there for each other.

After you drop the student off at his dorm, you scribble some notes on the incident to have on record and spend a few minutes reading on your favorite couch in the common room. Around 1AM the door opens and Draco steps through, absolutely covered in sweat, cheeks blotchy and hair soaking wet. You jump off the couch and meet him halfway through the room, grabbing his broomstick for him and leaning it up against a table. Despite still catching his breath, he manages to speak, placing a hand on your shoulder first. For balance or for affection, you couldn’t tell.

“Thank you so much for covering tonight. Anyone give you trouble?” He asks you with genuine concern.

“Let’s not worry about my completely uneventful night and instead get you out of this uniform.”

He smirks and you drop your head, immediately regretting your statement.

“Now now darling, I know you’re eager, but I’ve worked out well enough for tonight.” He replies to you with a cocky tone, winking at you just before you scoff and hit his shoulder. You turn to walk back to your dorm, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards him. His demeanor shifts, eyes like ice looking down to meet yours.

“Really, thank you. I have a lot on my plate right now and you’re the only one in our band of idiots I can rely on.” He says, and you swear you can see a soft smile forming while he talks. His delicate grip on your arm and the sincereness in his voice are all you can focus on. You notice how the chill of his ring against your skin contrasts with the heat radiating off him. There it is again, that compassionate side peeking out from behind his hardened exterior; temporarily abandoning the Slytherin king for Prince Charming. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” You’re fully aware you’re batting your eyelashes up at him, but you can’t help it. You feel special seeing this part of him he normally hides from others.

“Consider yourself the least idiotic of us.” He says, and you feel his thumb graze over your wrist. You think to yourself, we’ve never stood this close before. The two of you laugh and drink in this moment for another few seconds. When you both turn towards the dorms, you relay the incident with the crying boy and just like that, the classic Malfoy everyone knows shifts back, his exhaustion making it hard to keep up the act.

“Better you than me. Can’t stand it when they cry. Insolent pups.” He scowls. You roll your eyes and sigh as you lean on the threshold of your dorm room.

“Such a mother hen.” Your voice drips with sarcasm. You know he likes it when you challenge him. Not many people would. 

“You know, now that I think about it, I can recall you crying on multiple occasions in first year, not excluding the time you lost that fight against-” He cuts you off, swiftly closing the door to his room. But that doesn’t suppress the sound of the laugh he lets out on the other side.

You smile, shaking your head and mumbling to yourself.

“Insolent pup.”

—

The next day, you’re in Potions class and it is glaringly apparent from the moment you sit down that Snape is in a terrible mood. Typical. You’re used to this but it doesn’t make life any easier. An angry Snape is usually accompanied by some random and unnecessary punishment.

He remains silent for a minute while staring down the class, scanning the room with eyes like daggers. Draco stumbles in the door, noticeably disoriented. You practically feel the relief emanating from him when he sees the empty seat next to you. He drops into the seat like dead weight, rubbing his bloodshot eyes that are wrapped in gray circles.

“Hey, you okay?” You whisper to him, not daring to stand out amongst the quiet class. When he doesn’t respond, or even so much as look at you, you reach to place a hand on his back.

“Draco.” He lazily turns his head towards you, finally getting his attention.

“What can I do?” You ask. Your heart sinks a little looking at your friend who is physically drained beyond repair. Moving your hand in circles on his back, you reach over to take his robe off for him, laying it on top of yours on the bench in between you. He doesn’t utter a word but you know he barely slept last night, if at all. With quidditch practice going so late and his attempt to catch up on homework until the sun reappeared, he was doomed today.

You look past Draco towards Theo, sitting at the table diagonal to yours. You watch as he shakes his head slowly, as if to warn you. Just as your gaze trails back to Draco, Snape’s voice cuts through the tension like a knife.

“I would like to assume you all completed the assigned chapter twelve reading this week.” He grimaces. No one is brave enough to speak up, not even Hermione Granger.

“But that would be foolish. However, I will know whether you read the material or not when I ask each pair to come up here and create a Sleeping Draught potion.” He drags on.

“...successfully.”

The class releases a collective chorus of groans and gasps, some frantically looking around for help, others using every ounce of concentration to remember the ingredients from the chapter. Your studious nature and vivid memory serve you well as you start to mentally list the instructions. Recalling Snape’s demand in your head, you repeat the words out loud.

“Each pair.” You whisper. Without giving any thought to it, you instinctively grab Draco’s hand and dip your quill in ink, lowering it to his palm that you’ve rested on your thigh. You don’t have time to notice the layer of visible panic etched on his face.

“Sorry if this hurts, hun.” You say while looking down at his hand, keeping your touch light as a feather. You’re too concentrated to acknowledge the nickname you used, but he notes it with a subtle glance.

Biting your lip, you try to make the instructions as legible as possible on his skin. Meanwhile, Draco doesn’t ask a single question, just completely submitting to you taking control. His eyes scan over your face in awe, eyelids hanging heavy, as he mentally catches up to the present moment. Here you are, saving his ass once again.

“How come?” His whisper takes you by surprise considering his defeated state.

“How come what?”

“It’s always you. How come it’s always you?” His voice is rough from fatigue, but not enough to hide the sliver of his sweeter, softer side that seems to be creeping back out of its cage again.

“Malfoy and Y/L/N, such exemplary Slytherins.” Snape remarks. ”You will go first.”

Swallowing the tension in your throat, you nod reassuringly to Draco before lifting you both to your feet, cautiously walking up to the front of the class. When you reach the table, you take in the sight of dozens of ingredients before you. The six you need stand out to you immediately, but you aren’t so sure about your partner. Truthfully, your end goal was to make it through this excruciatingly public test without him collapsing. It will be a miracle if he even remembers the answers are literally written on him.

You choose a few ingredients and nudge an elbow to Draco’s side, urging him to participate. He remains still, only turning his head towards you. You see a weakness in his eyes that breaks your heart, that makes you want to hold him in your arms, but you snap yourself back to reality. You know you have to do something. Before he can give up, you open your mouth and let the words fall out with confidence. Your voice slices through the stillness of the room, creating a sea of surprised looks. But you keep your piercing eyes directly on his.

“Lucky for you, Severus, we know this one like the back of our hand.” Your smug tone earned a hushed grumble of laughter from the class. Draco’s eyes widen with pride and realization, darting back down to his hand, gracefully hiding the cheat-sheet you inscribed on it. Your heart swells as he correctly reaches for the lavender, wormwood, and valerian sprigs.

From there, you take turns adding and mixing the components. The two of you find a rhythm and work seemingly in sync with each other. Skillfully glancing down to your discreet notes, he returns your elbow nudge from earlier while smiling down at the finished product as if to say, “Look, we did it.”

You turn to your professor and are instantly met with a cold, stoic death stare. Your heart jumps.

“10 points for the potion, 5 taken for addressing me by my first name, which you will never… utter… again… Miss Y/L/N.” He sneers.

You both nod and make your way back to your desk, taking a deep breath and finally relaxing. As the next pair hesitantly rise from their seats, you turn to each other in your seats and nearly burst out laughing immediately upon making eye contact, the both of you covering your mouths like little kids. Trying to suppress his outburst, he grasps your hand, intertwining your fingers. You’re both squeezing with enough pressure that some of the ink on his palm imprints onto yours.

Finding some energy, Draco pulls your hand towards him and reaches for his quill. He starts to reciprocate your earlier gesture, gently writing on your palm, though the writing is a little less… neat. You read the words etched messily on your skin. So, how come?

A blush creeps onto your cheeks as the moment forces you to confront the feelings you’ve developed for him. He hasn’t completely let go of your hand yet, letting his fingertips linger on yours. Still committing to the dead silence of the room, you pull his hand back towards you once again, continuing your strange and intimate game of tug-of-war. Lifting his hand to your face, you place a gentle kiss on the back of his hand. Your confidence from the stunt you pulled starts to wither away, an abundance of nerves catching up as Draco’s hand suddenly releases from yours. Panic floods your body. 

Fuck.

But he doesn’t let it drop. No, instead, he reaches to cup your cheek, his other hand propping his head up on the desk. Your heart flutters as you relish the feel of his affectionate, gentle touch, his fingers just barely grazing your hair. There it is again. Prince Charming.

He lowers his hand and grins, pointing to the spot where the ink from his hand rubbed off on your cheek. He takes out his wand and whispers a spell to clear it, removing the evidence. He takes your hand in his again and rests them on his lap. He closes his eyes and drifts off, never letting his grip falter.

And that’s how you spent the rest of the potions class.

—

Heading back from dinner in the Great Hall that night, you spot Draco sitting on the stairs that lead down to the dungeons. You break away from the crowd, telling them you’ll catch up in a minute. You take a seat on the stair below his, facing him while resting your hands on his knee.

“I keep replaying the image of you calling him Severus in my head. There isn’t even a Gryffindor out there that could match your bravery.” He says, looking down at you with pure adoration.

“Well, I had to act quickly considering my partner was barely conscious. You were about to go down and I wasn’t going with you.”

He laughs shyly and rests a hand on top of yours.

“I got you something,” you say as you reach down to your robe pocket. In your fingers is a tiny vial of potion with a small bit of parchment tied to it with purple string, displaying his name. “It’s a bit of the very successful Sleeping Draught we made. I snuck some while you were mixing. You were a bit too… out of it to notice.”

You drop it into the palm of his hand, watching the grin on his face grow wider at the sight of the gift.

“We have a three day weekend starting tomorrow and you are going to take that and sleep through the whole thing.” You demand.

He remains quiet for a moment before moving himself down to the stair you’re sitting on, turning his body to face yours.

“To say I owe you is an understatement. I can’t possibly ever repay you.” He stores the vial in his pocket and looks back up to you.

“I don’t expect anything from you, Draco. I’m not doing you a favor. I’m just looking out for you.”

“But that’s just it, love. I rarely ever ask for your help, and yet you’re here… all the time.” His words slow their pace as he inches closer to your face, gazing down between your eyes and your lips.

You shrug with a small smile, giving him a look you know will melt his heart.

“Guess that’s what makes me such an ‘exemplary Slytherin.’” You smirk, referencing the title Snape had called you from class. And that does it for him.

He takes your head in his hands, cradling your face for a moment. He scans you over, like he’s taking a mental picture, examining your every feature. Within seconds, he’s pulling your face to him, claiming your lips with his. This isn’t a tender kiss, this kiss is everything. This kiss holds years worth of longing and laughter and gratitude. His lips move against yours slowly with no intention of breaking anytime soon. You feel your heart explode, a million little butterflies bursting from it. One of his hands moves to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. He feels you smile against him, which he sends right back to you.

You feel his mouth open slightly between kisses and take the opportunity to slide your tongue in his mouth, earning a soft, satisfying groan from him. The vibration from his voice sends chills down your body, and you savor every second of it. Your tongues and lips dance with each other with hunger, claiming each other’s territory as your own. The soft texture of his lips, the rough movement of his mouth… It's almost too much. You want to get closer to him. You have to be closer to him.

You break the kiss for a second, lifting yourself up to land on his lap. As you settle down on his thighs, you run your fingers through his hair and catch glimmers of light and lust in his eyes as he continues to fall for you. Straddling him, you feel his hands immediately grabbing your ass, pushing your chest against his and crashing your lips together once again. Your arms wrap around his neck as he swallows the moan you let escape your throat. The bond between you feels electric, every thought in your head replaced by tiny, vivid sparks.

In the midst of your embrace, he detaches your lips momentarily, catching you by surprise. He maintains the intimacy, leaning his forehead on yours and nudging your nose with his.

“How am I supposed to sleep now?” He jokes and you can feel his hands move up to your waist, tightening their grip as if you’d ever try to leave.

“And I’m the eager one?” You scoff at him playfully. With your eyes so close to his, you can sense the depletion in them. That heavy-hearted feeling you experienced earlier, just when you thought he was about to give up, rises in your chest again.

“Let’s get you to bed before we get stupid and you fall apart.” You comfort him, kissing one cheek and then the other. You feel him sigh, knowing you’re right. He doesn’t have it in him to argue otherwise right now.

“Sorry, love.” He says modestly under his breath, the words laced with shame. “Promise me we can get stupid when I feel like a living person again.”

“You said it yourself, Draco. I’m here all the time. I’ll be there when you fall asleep and I’ll be ready,” you break mid-sentence to kiss him once more with vigor. You send the rest of the thought into his mouth, your voice drenched with desire.

“...when you wake up.”

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ooo i loved "deserve it" so much 🔥 could we get another part of him fucking her in his bed and the wife catching them, and he looks at her and keeps on going 👀

so glad you enjoyed it! :) thank you for the request <3 hope you like this one!

word count: 2.3k (this turned out longer than i expected oops)

warnings: (18+ only!) smut, fem!afab!reader (no use of y/n), unprotected sex, tiniest bit of choking, piv, slight size kink but not rly, breeding kink/creampie, praise, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, honey, girl, etc), cheating but not rly bc.. yeah, happy/soft ending :)

part 2 of deserve it (read the 1st part here!)

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"C'mere, baby.. No need to get shy on me now. We're already here, aren't we?"

Joel's voice fills your ears as he lays you out on his bed for him, his wife's bed, his hands trying to rip your clothes off in desperation to see all of you already.

Your breaths become louder as you inhale sharply, Joel's hands lifting your shirt off of your body as you raise your arms up instinctively. You've been at this with him too many times to count now, but never, never in this bed. It makes it all the more exciting and absolutely vile.

"Up, up, up.. Let me see you, honey.." He breathes out, his voice low and lustful as your tits fall from the release of your shirt, throwing it to the side. He tuts his tongue at the sight of no bra anywhere on you, making a smirk grow on his lips.

He reaches for one of your breasts, squeezing it gently as he moans softly at the feeling of it within his hand, making him shake his head in disbelief. "So pretty, sweetheart.. How lucky am I, huh?" He praises you, moving down to your pants to pull them down along with your panties, the impatience he has growing furiously inside of him.

"J-Joel.." You gasp out, the feeling of the cold air from how quick his hands move hitting your core. You intuitively spread your legs for him, arousal increasing with each second that passes. Your folds grow slick at the thought of his cock inside of you already, your eyes focused on him and only him.

His hand caresses your inner thigh, fixed onto your glistening cunt as he licks his lips, chuckling at how eager you are for him. He glances up at your face, seeing the desperation seething out of you. "Needy, needy girl.. What d'ya want? Gotta hear it, honey. Tell me what you need.." He urges out of you, his fingers tracing up towards your core, but not reaching there just yet.

You bite your bottom lip as you stare into Joel's eyes, your focus flickering from his face to the hand that's ever-so-slowly teasing you. "Want.. Want you to touch me, Joel.. N-Need you inside me, please.." You whimper out, both of your hands reaching to grip onto the sheets.

He grins up at you and nods his head slightly, pursing his lips as he lets his thumb glide along your wet folds, the sudden touch making you gasp out. "Need what inside you, baby? Use your words, I know you can.." He tells you sternly, the noises coming out of your mouth only encouraging him to start rubbing small, gentle circles around your clit.

You hiss at the feeling, mouth falling open at the sight and feeling of his thumb on you, making you stammer out, "Y-Your cock, I need your cock in me, please— Fuck, Joel.."

Your pleas seem to convince him enough to give you what you want, as he removes his hand from your body to take his clothes off, your eyes hypnotized by him and his body. It isn't the first time you've seen Joel naked, that's for sure, but you never get tired of how the sight of him makes you feel. How wet you get, knowing that he's all yours for the night; how he's going to ruin you.

With his clothes and belt tossed onto the floor, his focus is back on you, wasting no time to get his body on yours. His aching cock catches your eyes for a moment as his arms reach out to both of your sides on the bed, caging your body in with his face hovering over yours, pressing his lips on yours for a messy kiss.

You moan into it, bringing your hands to grab onto the sides of Joel's lower back and waist, pulling him in closer to you. His cock nudges against your wet heat, making him pull away from your lips to groan out at his tip getting a taste of your cunt.

"Gonna fuck this pretty lil' pussy, baby.. Fill it all up and make it mine, yeah? You want that?" Joel asks you, his heavy breath and words making you shudder at the feeling and thought of his intentions.

You whine out and nod your head earnestly, his hand reaching between your bodies and to your cunt to insert his thick fingers between your puffy lips, sliding them through your slick to gather it up. "Please, Joel, please.. Want it so bad, please, just— fuck me already!" You gasp out, making him laugh at you.

It's mean and degrading, and it makes you crave him even more. He knows that he has you hooked around his finger and there's nothing that'll change that now.

​​His fingers slide out of your folds, his hand grabbing onto the base of his cock to prod his fat head against your entrance, pushing just the tip of it inside of you.

The feeling of it makes you gasp, jaw falling wide open as you stare up into his eyes, his hand suddenly moving to wrap around your neck, gently yet firmly.

"Fuck.." Joel draws out, rocking his hips to push just an inch more of his cock inside of you, "That's it, baby.. Tight little cunt.."

He swiftly pushes his hips all the way inside of you, filling you to the brim as you whine out, eyes shooting open to stare down at the view of his body flushed against yours. The stretch of him makes your core ache, your walls gripping onto him tightly, "F-Fuck, wait— Too much, Joel, wait—"

Joel just hushes you, lifting your legs up to rest by the sides of his hips, making them wrap around his waist. He pulls out slightly, resting the tip of his cock against your hole before slowly pushing himself back in, cherishing the feeling of you clenching around him with each thrust.

"No, no.. Y'gonna take what I give you, baby.. C'mon now, be a good girl for me. Know you can take it." He coos, encouraging you while his hands grasp onto your thighs, having full control of your body to move it just how he wants.

Your breath draws in sharply, feeling like he's everywhere on you the way that he's making you fall apart on his cock. His pace becomes relentless, making your body shake as he pounds into you, his fingertips tight enough on your thighs to create marks that'll last for days.

All you can do is bare it, feeling the heat inside of your stomach and cunt grow the faster he fucks you; the harder you take it.

Unable to even think or process anything, your eyes shut at the feeling of the tip of his cock continuously hitting that spot in your body, making your core and mind go numb, your mouth uncontrollably spewing out moans and his name.

Hearing Joel laugh faintly at you, your cheeks grow flush at his words, eyes opening slowly and hazily to look at him. "Attagirl, baby.. Takin' cock like you were meant for it. Like this pretty pussy's meant for me. S'all mine, isn't it? Y'gonna let me fuck it whenever I want, honey?" He asks you, his tone cocky and low.

You nod your head shakily, your face all fucked out as your eyes roll to the back of your head. His strokes make you shudder against him, your cunt clenching around him tightly as his thick cock continues to stretch you out completely.

At one point, Joel just pushes himself in as deep as he can possibly go, making the fat head of it protrude outward against your stomach. It makes your mouth fall wide open, eyes fixed only onto the sight of the swelling bulge in your stomach.

Groaning loudly, you whine out, "J-Joel, oh, fuck! S-So.. too deep, oh god—", which just spurs him on, loving how good you take it. He reaches one of his hands up towards your pussy, pressing his thumb against your clit to rub fast, tight circles around it.

The feeling of it shoots through your body, immediately making your eyes widen at how fucking good it feels. Your cunt squeezes around him, all while he pulls his hips back just to immediately slam his cock back in.

His rough, fast strokes make you lightheaded, forcing your eyes shut as you feel your climax grow closer and closer. As Joel's movement hardly ease up, your sense of surroundings are completely lost, focused solely on the feeling that his cock and fingers were giving you.

The sound of a door opens, only notable for Joel as his neck lifts up and away from you, his eyes focused on the woman standing right at the doorway.

His wife.

A gasp is forced out of her mouth as she stares at the scene of him fucking you into his bed.. their bed, making Joel just smirk up at her as he pounds into you over and over again, the view of his wife staring spurring him on even more.

It doesn't make him stop or slow down at all. If anything, it makes him go harder, causing the moans and yells of his name from you to become even louder and more urgent, your body convulsing around him.

"J-Joel! Fuck! Don't stop, please!"

And so he obliges, the speed of his thrusts quickening all while he stares back at her. His wife's mouth falls open, her hand moving to cover it up in shock. His thumb on your clit moves faster to feel you tighten around him again, the constriction of your walls making him groan loudly as he lifts his head up in utter bliss.

"Never gonna stop, baby.. Pussy's too good.. The best I've ever had." He lets out, chuckling softly as his eyes focus back on his wife, knowing that she's seen and heard enough. His wife finally storms out, leaving the door open behind her as she runs down the stairs and away from the house.

You lay there unaware of the encounter, too hypnotized and fucked out by the ecstasy that Joel was giving you, his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot and bringing you closer to the edge.. and Joel was right there with you.

Your eyes stir back open to look at Joel's face, his words pushing you even further to your release, "Y'gonna come for me, honey? Come all over my cock? Wanna fuckin' feel you soak me, baby.. while I fill you up.. Make you so full of me s'ya feel me for days.."

His words just push you to the edge, that final force making your entire body tense up as waves of pleasure flow down to your cunt, your walls writhing and trembling around his thick cock.

Joel's movements of his thumb on your clit gradually slows down as your high unwinds, "Just like that, baby.. Good fuckin' girl.. Don't you fuckin' stop.." Your gasps and harsh breaths settling the more your body relaxes and eases into your climax. Your dripping slick coats his cock and your thighs, making you feel so filthy.

His lips curl up into a soft smirk, his stare fixed on your tired face as his thrusts chase his own release, groaning out your name with his fingertips nearly ingraining themselves into your skin.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, forcing a whimper out of your throat as your eyes bore into his own, biting your bottom lip harshly at the sensation in your spent, sensitive cunt. You encourage him, reaching for one of your tits to squeeze it harshly to put a little show on for him.

"Fill me up, Joel.. Ruin me for any other man, f-fuck.. Wanna feel you so deep, J-Joel, I—" You stammer out, panting and letting out soft gasps as his hips meet your own with each push and pull. Joel's grunts fill your ears as his pace makes the bed shake and creak, his movements increasingly overstimulating you.

Your words and the sight of you rouse him, urging him closer and closer to his peak as his heavy breaths and grunts grow louder and quicker, your wet cunt finally bringing him to his release. His hips slam against your own one last time, pushing his cock into you as deep as he could, rocking himself forward to get even an inch of him further.

His hot, long bursts of come spill inside your cunt, making you whine at the intense feeling of it filling you up, the tip of his cock so deep inside of you making you cry out.

Joel's hips give you one final push, pulling back to thrust back into your hot cunt as he groans out, satisfied as he finishes inside of you. He lets out a chuckle, tired and spent out as his body gives out to lay on top of your stomach, his cock never pulling away from you so he can keep you full to the brim of him.

He looks up at you with wide, ardent eyes, his lips forming into a soft smile as he presses small kisses against your neck, both of his hands holding onto the sides of your waist gently. "So good for me, sweetheart.. Fuck, can't get enough of you.."

He moves his head back up to place a firm, yet passionate kiss to your lips, making the both of you shut your eyes and sigh into it, contentment filling your bodies. Breaking away from the kiss, you smile and stare into his eyes, running your fingers through his hair just to touch him as long as you can.

"Stay the night.. Let me hold you close, huh? Don't wanna let you go.." He coos at you, shutting his eyes as he wraps his arms around your body, pulling you unbelievably close as the warmth from his entire body consumes you completely. You nod your head and sigh, chuckling as you shut your eyes too.

"Don't worry.. Not going anywhere, Joel.."

And you don't.

His bed may also be his wife's, but it's always been you who's made him feel at home.

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Girl, your writing is so freaking good!!!

I was Wondering how fratboy!gojo would react to reader pulling a TikTok prank on him like paying for „premium air“ or playing the sound „shawty, your man still around?“, would he get angry, thinking that she is cheating on him even though he is the King of cheating?

Thank you so much for your stories, they always highlight my day ❤️

thank u sm for reading babi 💗💗🎀🎀💞

after a session of toe curling sex, sensual kisses, and words of affirmation as part of aftercare, you and satoru finally untangled limbs and relaxed. usually, he puts you straight to sleep but today you felt restless and wanted to just run around. satoru’s breathing tingles your ear as he breathes shallowly.

his lips are pressed into an adorable pout, while his long white lashes flutter against his eye lids. he’s on his respective side, but he still made sure to keep his arm outstretched and touching you in some way.

you don’t usually play pranks on satoru, but you’re bored and you have been watching too many tiktok couples. with a sigh, you prepare yourself to get into character.

“gojo.” saying his last name felt extremely weird. that word is foreign on your tongue and you make a face as if it has an actual taste.

satoru stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up. you roll your eyes and say his name again, but louder. “gojo!” you say while patting his side.

he jumps up, looking at you in worry. “what?!”

you clench your teeth together for a few seconds to keep yourself from laughing. you force out a sigh and jump up from your bed. you begin rapidly pacing around your room, pretending to pick up things and put them in their respective places.

“you gotta go! he’s on his way!” you exclaim. you pick up his discarded clothing and throw it at his face. “hurry!”

“who is he?!” satoru frowns. he’s freshly awakened and nothing you’re saying is making sense at the moment.

“my boyfriend!” you have to turn your back to him so that he can’t see the smile that made its way onto your lips.

the room goes extremely quiet, a pen could drop and echo throughout the room. you pretend to busy yourself by picking up your own disregarded clothing and putting them on. once you’re dressed, you look over at satoru who’s staring at you with a look in his eyes. your heart almost drops from his death stare.

“can you get up? i have to change the sheets.”

“boyfriend?” he parrots.

“yes. my boyfriend. now, get up and go. please, he said he’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

satoru just stares at you. you have a stare off with him, not saying anything to each other. satoru breaks the contest first. he chuckles to himself as he slides off of the bed and begins dressing himself.

“i hope he knows how to fight.” satoru tells you while stomping his foot into his shoe.

“huh?! you’re not gonna fight my boyfriend, gojo.” you watch as his head snaps towards you when you say his last name.

“you’re full of shit. y’know that? does he know that you break down when i don’t give you enough attention throughout the day? does he know that i took your virginity? you’ve never said shi—” he cuts himself off by just sighing and running his hands down his face.

“we can argue later, jus’ go.” you dismiss him.

“delete my number.” he says as he walks towards your dorm room door.

you realize he’s serious and you quickly break character.

“toru! wait! i was playing!” you’re grabbing at his wrist to stop him from walking away for good.

he looks down at you. his skin is flushed from how angry he had gotten. his breathing is harsh and he has this faraway look in his eyes.

“you lying?”

“there’s no other guy. jus’ you toru. jus’ you.” you reason with him. you’re pulling him back into your room, and standing on your tippy toes to place your lips against his. as the kiss begins, he doesn’t immediately kiss back. not until you whimper out a weak “daddy, please.”.

once he calms down and he’s absolutely sure no other guy is coming, he sits back down on your bed.

“you play too much.” he lectures bitterly.

“you were sooo mad.” you giggle, kissing on his jaw.

“was not.” he argues, knowing very well that he was in fact mad.