#again no skin in the game i don't even really like pizza

[kangaracharacha]

iconic of me, the original food hater, to only be able to definitively pick something i love from this list

What brings people together is not mutual love but mutual hatred. Share a random, benign, food-related hatred with me:

[jupiterpilgrim]

Teach 'Em a Lesson: The Bold Guide to Putting Bullies in Their Place

Gaeul x Male Reader

word count: 7.2K

You're chilling at Gaeul's place with the crew, sprawled on her comfy couch playing Pokemon on your phone. Your friends are getting restless, talking about grabbing some pizza from that fancy joint across town.

"Yo guys, let's roll! I'm fucking starving," one of your friends says, jangling the car keys.

Everyone starts walking towards the door, but there's only room for five, and there are six of you. Well, you are very focused on your game, so without much suffering you accept the mission to be exiled from the pizza run.

But...

Gaeul waves goodbye to them, saying she'll stay behind as well.

"Someone's gotta babysit the nerd," she snickers, jerking her thumb at you.

You barely look up from your game, used to her constant teasing. At 5'5; Gaeul's a tiny thing but she makes up for it with attitude. Her boyish style - baggy jeans, oversized hoodie hiding her small tits - doesn't stop her from being hot as fuck.

Not that you'd ever admit that to her face.

The door slams shut and suddenly it's just you two. The silence feels different now. Gaeul flops down next to you, peering at your screen.

"Seriously? Pokemon? No wonder you can't get any pussy,” she taunts, poking your arm.

"Fuck off, I date plenty," you mutter, trying to focus on your battle.

She lets out a bark of laughter. "Yeah right! Name one girl you've fucked."

"None of your fucking business." Your ears burn but you keep your eyes on the screen.

"Ha! Virgin alert!" She's grinning now, enjoying getting under your skin. "Bet you've never even kissed anyone. Too busy jerking it to anime titties."

Your jaw clenches. "I said: fuck off…"

"I don't know how we have friends in common."

"Shut up, Gaeul..."

"Make me, virgin boy!" She snatches your phone, holding it just out of reach. "What're you gonna do about it?"

Something snaps inside you. In one fluid motion, you grab her wrist and pin her against the couch. She squeaks in surprise, eyes going wide. your phone falls onto the couch seat next to you.

"The fuck did you just call me? Say it again!" you growl, pressing her down. Your body covers hers completely.

"I-I... virgin boy?" Her voice wavers but there's a glint in her eye that wasn't there before.

You grip both her wrists now, holding them above her head. "Ha! Wrong answer."

Her breath hitches. You can feel her pulse racing under your fingers. That's when you notice it - the way she's squirming isn't to get away. Her thighs press together, hips shifting restlessly.

"Holy shit," you breathe. "You like this, don't you? The tough girl act is just that - an act."

"N-no!" But her face flushes red and her nipples are hard points visible through her hoodie.

You lean down, lips brushing her ear. "Lying bitch! I can feel how wet you are through your jeans." She whimpers, and that sound goes straight to your cock. "Wanna see how much of a virgin I am?" You grind against her, letting her feel how hard you are.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Just proving that even an annoying brat like you can turn me on too."

"Fuck you, n-nerd…" she whispers, but there's no bite in it. Her pupils are dilated, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"I'm not fucking kidding. Bedroom. Now." You release her wrists but maintain eye contact, daring her to disobey.

For a moment she hesitates, then scrambles up and leads the way to her room.

The second you're through her door, you grab her hoodie and yank it over her head. No bra underneath - her small tits are perfect handfuls topped with hard pink nipples.

"Fucking slut, walking around braless," you growl, pinching one nipple roughly. She cries out, legs trembling. "Bet you were hoping for this, weren't you?"

"No, I... ah!" She gasps as you twist harder.

"Still lying?" You spin her around, bending her over the edge of her bed. "Let's see how wet you really are."

You pull her jeans and cotton boyshorts down to her knees. Her pussy is dripping, juice running down her thighs.

"Look at that," you laugh darkly, running two fingers through her folds. "Soaked just from being manhandled a little. What a pathetic little sub you are."

“I-I'm not pathetic…”

She tries to close her legs but you kick them apart, keeping her spread wide. Your fingers circle her clit, making her moan.

"Please..." she whimpers.

"Please what?" You slide one finger inside her tight hole. "Use your words, slut."

"Please... oh… fuck me..." Her voice is barely a whisper.

You add a second finger, pumping them slowly. "What was that? Couldn't hear you."

"Fuck me!" she practically screams. "Please, I need your cock!"

"That's better." You pull your fingers out and wipe them on her ass. "But first..."

Your hand comes down hard on her right cheek. She yelps but pushes back for more.

"Gonna spank this attitude right out of you."

You alternate cheeks, watching them bounce and jiggle. Each hit makes her pussy drip more, a puddle forming on the floor. Her ass turns a beautiful shade of pink.

"Count them," you order.

SMACK!

"One!" she gasps.

SMACK!

"Two!"

By ten, she's sobbing and rutting against nothing. Her ass is bright red and hot to the touch.

"Good girl," you purr, rubbing the beaten flesh. "Now, on your knees!"

Half nervous and half anxious, she hurriedly gets rid of the pieces of clothing still on her knees, almost tripping in the process.

You take off your shoes and unzip your jeans, taking off your pants along with your underwear, letting your rock-hard cock spring free.

The sight before you makes your cock throb with anticipation - Gaeul, the annoying little brat who's been pushing your buttons for months, completely naked and on her knees in her bedroom. Her petite body trembles slightly as she stares at your massive erection, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and unmistakable lust.

You've finally figured out her game. All those times she went out of her way to irritate you, to get under your skin - it wasn't just random bitchiness. No, this pathetic slut has been desperately trying to get your attention the only way she knew how.

"Like what you see?" you growl, slowly stroking your shaft. "This is what you've been after all along, isn't it?"

Gaeul swallows hard, her small breasts rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. Her nipples are rock hard, betraying her arousal despite her attempts to play innocent.

"I... I don't know what you mean..." she stammers, but her eyes remain locked on your cock.

You step closer, close enough that your cockhead brushes against her flushed cheek. She gasps but doesn't pull away.

"Don't play dumb with me, you little tease. All those times you went out of your way to annoy me, to get under my skin... you were just begging to be put in your place, weren't you?"

Your hand shoots out to grab a fistful of her silky black hair, yanking her head back roughly. She yelps in surprise and pain, but you can see her thighs pressing together, trying to relieve the ache between them.

"Look at you, getting wet just from being manhandled again," you taunt, using your free hand to slap your cock against her cheek. "Such a pathetic little slut. Admit it - admit what you really are!"

"Please..." she whimpers, squirming under your grip.

You tighten your hold on her hair, making her gasp. "That's not what I want to hear. Tell me the truth - tell me why you've been such an annoying little bitch."

Tears form in the corners of her eyes, but they're not tears of fear or pain.

No.

These are tears of shameful arousal as she finally faces what she really is.

"Because... I-I'm sorry… because I wanted this," she whispers.

"Wanted what? Be specific, whore."

"I wanted you to get angry! To put me in my place!" The words burst from her like a dam breaking. "I wanted you to see what a desperate slut I am! Please... please use me..."

You smirk, satisfied with her confession. "That's better. Now open that bratty mouth of yours - time to put it to better use than talking back to me."

Gaeul parts her lips eagerly as you press your cockhead against them. Her tongue darts out to taste you, making your shaft twitch. But you're not interested in letting her take her time exploring.

Gripping both sides of her head firmly, you thrust forward, forcing your thick cock past her lips. She gags immediately as you hit the back of her throat, but you don't let up.

"Relax that throat, slut," you command. "You wanted my attention? Well, now you've got all of it."

You start fucking her face properly, each thrust going deeper than the last. Tears stream down her cheeks as she struggles to accommodate your size, but her eyes are glazed with unmistakable lust.

"Look at you, choking on cock like you were born for it," you taunt as you bottom out in her throat. Her nose presses against your pelvis as you hold yourself deep, cutting off her air. "Is this what you imagined when you were being an annoying little tease? Getting your throat used like a cheap fleshlight?"

Gaeul can only make gurgling sounds in response, drool running down her chin and coating your shaft. You hold yourself there until her face starts turning red, then pull back to let her gasp for air.

"Please..." she begs hoarsely between coughs. "I need more... need you to fuck my pussy too..."

"Oh, you'll get that tight cunt stuffed soon enough," you promise. "But first, I'm going to make sure you never forget what happens to bratty little sluts who don't know how to ask nicely for cock."

You slam back into her mouth, setting a brutal pace that has her gagging and retching around your shaft. Her throat spasms beautifully with each deep thrust, but she doesn't try to pull away. Instead, she grabs your thighs, trying to take you even deeper.

"Such a natural cocksucker," you grunt, watching your dick disappear between her stretched lips over and over. "All that attitude, and all you really needed was to be throat-fucked into submission."

After thoroughly using her mouth, you finally pull out. Gaeul gasps for air, her face a mess of tears, drool, and smeared makeup. Without giving her time to recover, you grab her arms and throw her onto the bed.

"Ass up, face down," you order. "Show me that needy pussy you've been hiding under those baggy jeans."

She scrambles to obey, getting into position and arching her back to present herself to you. Her pussy is absolutely drenched, her inner thighs glistening with her arousal. You run your cock through her soaked folds, coating it in her juices.

"Fuck, you really are desperate for it," you observe. "Your cunt's practically drooling. Beg for it, slut! Tell me how badly you need this cock."

"Please fuck me!" she cries out, pushing back against your teasing shaft. "I need it so bad... need you to fill me up and use me like the whore I am! I've been such a bad girl, teasing you all this time... please punish my pussy!"

You line up with her entrance and thrust in hard, making her scream. Her cunt is incredibly tight, gripping your cock like a vice as you force your way deeper. Each inch stretches her walls, making her whole body tremble.

"Fuck, you really are a desperate little slut," you grunt, starting to pound her roughly. "Your pussy's practically sucking me in. Is this what you've been dreaming about while playing your little games?"

Gaeul moans uncontrollably, her whole body shaking as you ravage her tight hole. Each brutal thrust makes her small tits bounce and jiggle. You reach down to pinch and twist her nipples, making her clench even tighter around your cock.

"Yes! Yes! Harder!" she begs shamelessly. "Use my slutty pussy! Make me your fucktoy! I've wanted this for so long!"

You increase your pace, slamming into her cervix with each stroke. The wet sounds of your cock plowing her needy cunt fill the room, along with her desperate moans and whimpers. Her pussy gets wetter and wetter, practically gushing around your shaft.

"You're going to cum on my cock like the whore you are," you tell her. "Then I'm going to take that virgin asshole too. Going to claim every hole you've got."

Her pussy spasms at your words.

"My... my ass? But I've never... No… it's too big..."

"That tight little hole belongs to me now," you growl, reaching around to rub her clit roughly as you continue pounding her pussy. "I'm going to stretch it out and fill it with cum. Mark you as my personal fucktoy."

Gaeul's moans rise in pitch, her body tensing up as your fingers work her sensitive clit. Combined with the relentless pounding of her pussy, it's quickly pushing her toward the edge.

"Cum for me, slut. Show me how much you love being used like this."

She screams as her orgasm hits, her pussy clamping down hard on your cock. You fuck her through it mercilessly, prolonging her pleasure until she's sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.

Without pulling out, you gather some of her abundant wetness and press a finger against her virgin asshole. She whimpers as you slowly work it inside, her tight ring of muscle resisting the intrusion.

"Please be gentle..." she begs. "I've never had anything in there..."

"You'll take what I give you," you growl, adding a second finger to stretch her tight hole. "This ass is mine now, just like the rest of you."

You finger-fuck her thoroughly, making sure she's ready for your cock. Her whimpers of discomfort gradually turn to moans of pleasure as her body adjusts to the new sensation. You can feel her pushing back against your fingers, hungry for more.

Finally, you pull out of her pussy and press your cockhead against her stretched asshole. "Deep breath, slut. Here comes your first assfucking."

You push forward slowly but steadily, watching your cock disappear into her virgin hole. Gaeul cries out, clutching the sheets as you stretch her wider than your fingers did. Her whole body trembles as you claim her last untouched hole.

"That's it, take it all," you encourage as you sink deeper. "Such a good little anal slut... taking cock in your virgin ass like you were made for it."

When you're fully buried in her ass, you pause to let her adjust. Her whole body is shaking, caught between pain and pleasure as her tight hole stretches around your thick shaft.

"Move..." she finally whispers, her voice thick with need. "Please... fuck my ass... make me completely yours..."

You start with slow, shallow thrusts, gradually building up speed and depth. Her tight hole grips your cock beautifully, sending waves of pleasure through you. Each stroke becomes easier as her body accepts the invasion.

"Look at you, taking cock in your virgin ass like a natural," you taunt, watching your shaft disappear into her stretched hole over and over. "You really are just a complete whore, aren't you? Born to take cock in all your holes."

"Yes, sir!" she moans, pushing back to meet your thrusts. "I'm your whore! Your anal slut! Please fuck me harder! Use my ass!"

You grant her wish, picking up the pace until you're properly fucking her ass. The sight of your cock plunging in and out of her stretched hole is incredible. You reach around to play with her dripping pussy, finding her clit swollen and sensitive.

"You're actually getting off on having your ass fucked," you marvel, feeling how wet she still is. "Such a perfect little fucktoy... getting your virgin ass stretched and loving every second of it!"

Gaeul can only moan in response, her body rocking with each thrust. You can feel her getting close to another orgasm, her holes clenching rhythmically around your cock and fingers.

"Cum for me again," you order, rubbing her clit faster. "Cum while I fuck this tight ass. Show me what a complete slut you've become."

Your fingers work her sensitive nub as you pound her ass, and soon she's screaming through another intense orgasm. The way her asshole spasms around your cock pushes you closer to your own climax.

"Where do you want my cum, slut?! Tell me how you want me to mark you as mine."

"In my ass!" she begs desperately. "Please cum deep in my ass! Fill me up... make me yours completely! I want to feel your hot cum inside me!"

You grab her hips with both hands and start fucking her ass with abandon, chasing your release. Her tight hole feels amazing, squeezing and milking your cock perfectly. Each thrust makes her whole body shake, her moans getting louder and more desperate.

"Take it all," you grunt as you finally explode, flooding her ass with hot cum. "Every last fucking drop... marking this tight hole as mine forever..."

You stay buried deep as you empty yourself inside her, making sure she takes every drop of your seed. When you finally pull out, cum immediately starts leaking from her gaping hole, running down her thighs in thick rivulets.

Gaeul collapses onto the bed, thoroughly used and satisfied. Her holes are red and swollen, leaking your cum and her own juices. You give her ass a hard slap, making her jump and moan weakly.

"From now on, you're mine," you tell her firmly. "No more bratty behavior - unless you want another lesson like this one. Understand?"

She looks back at you with glazed eyes, cum still dripping from her well-fucked ass. "Yes, sir... I'll be good, I… fuck… I promise..."

“Too busy catching Pikachus to catch some pussy, huh? What a shitty stereotype…”

"I thoug-"

“Shut up. Answer me: still think I'm a virgin?" you ask with a smirk.

She laughs weakly. "Definitely not. Fuck, I'm not gonna be able to sit right for days.”

"Good." You give her ass one final smack, making her yelp. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before talking shit.”

"Maybe," she grins. "Or maybe I'll just have to keep provoking you."

You grab her hair, pulling her in for a rough kiss. "Careful what you wish for, little slut. I might just have to teach you another lesson." She moans into the kiss. Your lips move down to her neck, where you leave a few bite marks, just so she remembers you when she looks in the mirror later. "The others will be back soon," you remind her. "Better clean yourself up before they see what a whore you really are."

Gaeul struggles to sit up, wincing at the soreness in her ass.

You head back to the living room, leaving her to clean up the mess you made of her. When you settle back on the couch and pick up your phone, the Pokemon game is still running.

A few minutes later, Gaeul emerges, walking down the stairs with a certain distrust in her expression, wearing fresh clothes, but walking with a slight limp. She sits gingerly on the opposite end of the couch, unable to meet your eyes.

"Something wrong?" you ask innocently. "You're usually so talkative."

She squirms uncomfortably. "Shut up..."

"That's not very nice, Gaeul." You give her a warning look. "Do we need another lesson already?"

Gaeul's eyes go wide and she quickly shakes her head. "No! Not now! I-I mean... I'll be good."

"That's what I thought." You turn back to your game with a satisfied smile, knowing you've finally found the perfect way to handle your bratty tomboy bully.

—

The sound of cars pulling up outside announces the return of your friends. Gaeul quickly tries to fix her messy hair and straighten her clothes, but there's no hiding the fresh bite marks on her neck or the slight tremor in her hands.

"Hey guys, we're back with pizza!" calls out one of your friends as they enter the house. "Hope you two didn't kill each other while we were gone!"

If they only knew.

Your friends pile into the living room, carrying several pizza boxes and drinks. They seem oblivious to the tension in the air or the way Gaeul can barely sit still.

"Everything okay?" one of them asks, noticing Gaeul's unusual quietness. "You seem different."

“I'm fucking fine!”

Gaeul blushes deeply. Your friends look confused but shrug it off, too focused on the food to question further.

As everyone settles in to eat, you catch Gaeul stealing glances at you when she thinks no one is looking. Each time your eyes meet, she quickly looks away, but you can see the mixture of fear and arousal in her expression.

You make sure to sit next to her on the couch, close enough that your thigh presses against hers. She tenses but doesn't move away, especially when you rest your hand on her knee under the pretense of reaching for a slice of pizza.

"So what did you guys do while we were gone?" someone asks between bites.

"Just played some games," you say casually, squeezing Gaeul's thigh. "Taught Gaeul a few new things."

She nearly chokes on her pizza, earning concerned looks from your friends. "Are you okay?" they ask as she coughs.

"Fine," she manages to say. "Just... went down the wrong way."

You smirk, knowing exactly what went down her throat earlier. Your hand slides higher up her thigh, making her squirm.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur of pizza, conversation, and subtle torment as you continue to tease Gaeul under the radar of your oblivious friends. Every touch makes her jump, every whispered comment makes her blush.

Now you understand why she teases you.

It's so fucking pleasurable.

When everyone finally starts heading home for the night, you hang back, pretending to look for your phone. As the last friend leaves, you corner Gaeul in the kitchen.

"Think you learned your lesson?" you ask, pressing her against the counter.

She nods quickly, her breath catching as you lean in close. "Yes... I won't be mean anymore."

"Good girl." You grab her ass roughly, making her gasp. "But just to make sure it sticks..."

Before she can protest, you spin her around and bend her over the kitchen counter. Your hand slides into her shorts, finding her already wet.

"Fuck, you're soaked again," you growl in her ear. "Did you get turned on sitting there in front of everyone, knowing what a whore you are?"

"Please," she whimpers. "They might come back..."

"Better be quiet then." You pull her shorts down just enough to expose her ass and pussy. "Wouldn't want them to see their tough tomboy friend being used like a fucktoy."

You unzip your pants and line up with her entrance, sliding into her still-tight pussy in one smooth thrust. Gaeul bites her lip to keep from moaning as you start fucking her against the counter.

"Such a good little slut now," you grunt, gripping her hips. "Amazing what a proper fucking can do to fix an attitude problem."

Your pace increases, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the kitchen. Gaeul's legs shake as she tries to stay quiet, small whimpers escaping despite her best efforts.

You reach around to rub her clit while you pound into her, feeling her pussy clench around your cock. Her whole body trembles as another orgasm approaches.

"Please," she whispers desperately. "I'm so close..."

"Cum for me," you command, working her clit faster. "Show me what a good girl you can be."

Gaeul buries her face in her arm to muffle her scream as she cums hard, her pussy spasming around your shaft. You fuck her through her orgasm until she's practically sobbing from overstimulation.

Just as you're about to cum, you pull out and spin her around, forcing her to her knees. "Open your mouth. Take your reward like a good slut."

She obeys immediately, looking up at you with those big eyes as you stroke your cock. With a grunt, you explode all over her face, covering her in thick ropes of cum.

"Don't move," you order as you tuck yourself away. "I want to remember you like this - on your knees, covered in my cum, finally learning your place."

Gaeul stays still, cum dripping down her face onto her chest. She looks thoroughly debauched and completely submissive.

"Clean yourself up," you say, heading for the door. "And remember - any time you start acting like a bitch again, this is what happens."

As you leave her house, you can't help but smile thinking about how different things will be now. The dynamic between you and Gaeul has shifted completely - no more will she bet the untouchable tomboy who loves to torment you. Now you know what she really needs, what she's been craving all along.

—

You sit in class, bored as fuck scrolling through your phone under the desk. A notification pops up - it's from Gaeul. Your heart skips a beat seeing that familiar contact name. Opening the message, you nearly drop your phone - this crazy bitch sent you a pic of her tight ass with an anal plug inserted, taken in what looks like the girls' bathroom. The caption reads "Missing your fat cock stretching me out... meet me after class? 😈"

You adjust yoursel in secret, already getting hard remembering how you bent her over your desk yesterday and fucked her tight ass until she was begging for more. It still amazes you how things changed between you two. For months she tormented you - calling you names, tarnishing your image at college, making fun of you in front of your friends…

Until that one day you finally snapped.

Now here you are three months later, sexting during class while pretending nothing's changed in public, with a phone full of filthy videos and pictures of your former bully. Videos of her fucking herself with toys, close-ups of her stretched holes, clips of her begging for your cock. On the surface she still acts tough, but you know the truth - she's just a needy anal slut who craves being dominated.

Your phone buzzes again - another pic from the bathroom, this time showing her fingers buried in her dripping pussy. "Can't wait anymore... Come fuck me NOW!!"

You raise your hand, making up some bullshit excuse about feeling sick. The professor waves you out and you practically run to the second floor bathroom where you know she's waiting. The halls are empty since class is still in session.

You slip inside the second floor bathroom and there she is - still in her typical tomboy getup of baggy jeans and oversized hoodie. Her short hair is slightly messy and her cheeks are flushed. The contrast between her tough exterior and what you know lies underneath makes your cock throb.

"Took you long enough, nerd," she smirks, but you can see the desperate hunger in her eyes. Her tough girl act doesn't work on you anymore - not since you discovered what a submissive little slut she really is.

"Shut the fuck up," you growl, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the cold tile wall. She gasps, her pupils dilating with lust. "Sending me pictures like that while I'm in class... you're such a desperate whore."

"Hmm, maybe I am," she taunts, grinding against your obvious bulge. "What are you gonna do about it?"

You tighten your grip on her throat, using your other hand to roughly grope her small tits through her clothes. Even through the baggy fabric you can feel her hard nipples. "I'm gonna remind you exactly who owns this body."

"Big talk from a ne-" Her words cut off in a moan as you spin her around and bend her over the sink, yanking those loose jeans down to her thighs. She's not wearing any underwear, the slut. The metal plug glints between her ass cheeks, just like in the picture she sent.

"Look at you, walking around with a plug in your ass like a proper anal whore." You give her pale ass a hard slap, leaving a red handprint. "Bet you've been thinking about my cock all morning."

"Fuck... yes..." she admits, dropping the attitude as you start playing with the plug. "Haven't stopped thinking about it since last night..."

You slowly twist and pull the plug, watching her asshole grip the metal. "Tell me what you want. I want to hear the tough tomboy beg."

"Please..." she whimpers as you pop the plug out, her hole gaping slightly. "Need your cock in my ass..."

"Not good enough." You spit on her exposed hole and start working one finger in while she squirms. "Be specific. Tell me exactly what you need."

"I need... fuck..." A second finger joins the first, stretching her wider. "Need you to fuck my ass raw... need you to remind me what a slut I am..."

"Keep going." Three fingers now, roughly fucking her loosened hole while she pants and moans. "Tell me how this nerd turned you into such a whore."

"You... ah!... you showed me what I really am..." Her pussy is literally dripping onto the floor as you finger-fuck her ass. "Showed me that I'm just a cockhungry anal slut... please, I need it so bad..."

"Need what?" You curl your fingers, making her gasp.

"Need your fat cock stretching my ass! Need you to fuck me like the worthless whore I am! Please, I'll do anything!" She's practically sobbing now, all traces of her usual attitude gone.

You pull your fingers out and quickly undo your pants, letting your rock hard cock spring free. "Look at yourself in the mirror while I fuck you. I want you to watch yourself break."

Her eyes meet yours in the reflection as you line up with her gaping hole. Without warning you thrust all the way in, making her cry out. The sound echoes off the bathroom walls but you don't care - you need to put this bratty bitch in her place.

"Fuck! So big..." she moans as you establish a brutal pace, watching your cock disappear into her tight asshole over and over. She tries to muffle herself by biting her sleeve but you grab her hair and yank her head up.

"No. I want to hear every slutty sound you make. Let everyone know what a whore you are." You reach around to roughly pinch her nipples through her hoodie. "Who would believe that the tough tomboy loves taking it up the ass?"

"Only... only for you..." she pants, her whole body shaking as you rail her. "You're the only one who gets to use me like this..."

"Damn right." You pull almost all the way out before slamming back in, making her yelp. "This ass belongs to me. I fucking own you."

Your words make her moan even louder. You can see in the mirror how completely wrecked she looks - face flushed, eyes glazed, mouth hanging open as she takes your cock. Such a different sight from her usual cocky expression.

"Touch yourself," you command. "Play with that dripping pussy while I destroy your ass."

She immediately reaches down to rub her clit, her fingers moving frantically. The extra stimulation makes her ass clench around you even tighter. "Gonna... gonna cum soon..."

"Already? Such a slutty response." You increase your pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the bathroom. "Cumming from getting your ass fucked in a public bathroom... what would your friends think if they could see you now?"

"Don't care... fuck... just don't stop!" She's openly crying now, tears of pleasure running down her face as you pound her mercilessly.

You grab her hips hard enough to bruise and really start hammering into her. Each thrust makes her whole body jerk forward, her small tits bouncing under the hoodie. "Come on then, cum for me. Show me what a buttslut you are."

Her orgasm hits hard - her ass spasms around your cock as she practically screams into her sleeve, her legs shaking so bad you have to hold her up. You don't slow down, fucking her through the intense climax.

"Good girl... but we're not done yet." You pull out suddenly, making her whine at the emptiness. "On your knees. Time to remind you what you're good for."

She drops to her knees immediately, looking up at you with those desperate eyes. Your cock is right in her face, still slick from her ass. Without being told, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

"That's right, taste yourself like the dirty slut you are." You slap your cock against her tongue a few times before shoving it down her throat. She gags but takes it like a champ, months of practice evident in how she relaxes her throat.

You grab her short hair with both hands and start properly facefucking her, using her mouth like a pussy. Tears stream down her face and drool drips from her chin but she doesn't try to pull away. If anything she moans around your cock, clearly loving the rough treatment.

"Look at me while I use your throat," you command. Her eyes lock onto yours, full of submission and need. "Such a good little fucktoy... so different from the bitch who used to bully me..."

She reaches down to play with herself again as you fuck her face, two fingers buried in her soaking pussy while her other hand works her clit. The sight of the former bully masturbating while choking on your cock pushes you closer to the edge.

"Gonna cum... gonna paint that pretty face..." You pull out of her mouth, still gripping her hair. "Stick out your tongue and beg for it."

"Please..." her voice is hoarse from the throat fucking. "Please, babe, cum on my face... mark me as your whore... I need it..."

You stroke yourself rapidly, aiming at her upturned face. "Here it comes slut... take it all..."

Your orgasm hits like a truck, shooting thick ropes of cum all over her face. Some lands on her tongue but most covers her cheeks, nose, and forehead. She moans as you mark her, still frantically fingering herself.

"Don't you dare wipe it off," you pant as the last drops fall onto her lips. "I want you to remember who owns you."

She nods, face completely glazed with your seed. "Yours... all yours..."

You tuck yourself back in while she stays on her knees, cum slowly dripping down her face. "Clean yourself up and get back to class. But leave the plug in - I want your ass ready for round two later."

"Yes sir," she says softly, finally dropping the last pretense of attitude.

As you head for the door, you turn back for one last look. She's still kneeling there, face covered in cum, jeans around her thighs, asshole gaping slightly.

Such a perfect sight.

"Oh and Gaeul?" You smirk as she looks up at you. "Try not to be such a bitch for the rest of the day. Or I'll have to teach you another lesson."

She shivers at the threat, clearly already looking forward to it. "No promises... might need another reminder later."

You leave her there to clean up, already planning how you'll use her next. Who would've thought that all it took to tame the tomboy bully was a good ass fucking?

The bell rings as you head back to class, already getting hard again thinking about round two. Maybe you take her home and fuck her in your bed, or if she can't wait that long, an empty classroom will do just as well.... The possibilities are endless when you have such an eager anal whore at your disposal.

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Later that week, you're hanging out with friends at the campus coffee shop when Gaeul suggests everyone come to her place to watch something.

—

The movie blares on the TV screen, flickering shadows across the room. Your friends are all sprawled out, zoned in, eyes glued to the action unfolding. But you? You’re only half-paying attention because Gaeul's sitting beside you, her hand resting a little too close, fingers drumming against the couch arm. Every slight touch feels like electricity shooting through your veins.

Then she shifts, stretches out her arms with a feigned yawn. "I'm grabbing something upstairs," she mumbles to the room. No one even looks up. She rises, tossing a quick, knowing glance your way before slipping out. Your cock throbs in your pants as you watch her walk away, her ass moving in those intentionally short shorts.

You count to sixty slowly before making your own excuse.

"Just gonna grab another beer," you say casually. No one even looks up from the TV.

Perfect.

Your heart pounds as you climb the stairs, already imagining how you're going to wreck that tight ass. The door to Gaeul's bedroom is slightly ajar, warm light spilling into the hallway. You open the door slowly and there she is, sitting cross-legged on the bed, waiting for you, her ankle bouncing impatiently.

“I thought you’d never show up,” she says with a smile.

Without wasting any time, you approach and spin Gaeul around and roughly bend her over the edge of the bed, yanking her panties down in one swift motion. Your cock throbs at the sight of her tight little asshole already glistening with lube - this dirty slut came prepared, knowing she was going to get her ass destroyed tonight.

"Fucking horny little whore," you growl, giving her ass a hard slap that makes her yelp. "Already lubed up and ready for my cock. Bet you've been thinking about this all day."

"Please," she whimpers, pushing her ass back toward you. "Need it so bad..."

You unzip your pants and pull out your rock-hard cock, giving it a few slow strokes as you admire her puckered hole. Your free hand spreads her ass cheeks wider, making her squirm with anticipation.

"Beg for it," you command, rubbing your cockhead teasingly against her entrance. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"Fuck, please... need your fat cock in my tight little asshole," she pants desperately. "Want you to stretch me open and wreck my ass while everyone's downstairs. Please fuck me like the anal slut I am!"

You press your thick tip against her hole, watching it start to stretch around your girth. "Such a dirty fucking whore, begging to get ass-fucked with your friends right below us. What would they think if they knew their tough tomboy friend was really just a cock-hungry buttslut?"

Gaeul moans as you start pushing into her impossibly tight hole. The lube helps, but her ass still grips your cock like a vice as you feed more and more of your length into her. You can feel every ridge and fold of her inner walls clinging to your shaft.

"Holy fuck, you're so tight... No matter how many times I ruin your ass, it always looks like virgin territory," you grunt, gripping her hips harder. "That little asshole is squeezing my cock so good."

"More," she gasps, biting down on her pillow to muffle her sounds. "Fill me up, stretch my ass open!"

You continue pushing forward until your balls are pressed against her dripping pussy. Your entire cock is buried in her ass, making her feel completely stuffed and stretched. You hold still for a moment, savoring the incredible tightness.

"That's it, take every inch like a good little anal whore," you growl in her ear, reaching around to roughly grope her small tits. Her nipples are rock hard between your fingers. "Ready to get that ass pounded?"

"Yes! Please fuck me hard," she begs in a desperate whisper. "Wreck my tight hole!"

You pull back until just the tip remains inside, then slam forward balls-deep in one brutal thrust. Gaeul lets out a choked cry into the pillow as you establish a rough rhythm, your cock pistoning in and out of her stretched asshole.

The wet sounds of anal sex fill the room - the obscene squelching of lube, the meaty slap of your balls against her pussy, the muffled moans she can't quite contain. Her whole body rocks with the force of your thrusts as you hammer into her tight hole.

"Fuck yes, take that cock," you grunt, watching your shaft disappear over and over into her gripping asshole. "Love seeing this tight little hole stretch around my fat cock. Such a perfect anal slut."

You grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back, making her arch her spine. The new angle lets you drive even deeper into her ass, hitting spots that make her whole body tremble.

"Harder!" she gasps, pushing back to meet your thrusts. "Fucking destroy my ass, make me your buttslut!"

You respond by increasing your pace, absolutely ravaging her tight hole. Your heavy balls slap against her soaking wet pussy with each thrust. She's so turned on that her juices are running down her thighs.

"Look at you, getting your pussy all wet from taking it in the ass," you taunt, reaching down to rub her swollen clit. "Such a nasty little whore, getting off on having your asshole stretched open."

Gaeul can only whimper and moan in response, completely lost in the pleasure of being used. Her ass grips and pulses around your cock, trying to milk the cum from your balls.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway makes you both freeze. Your cock throbs inside her stretched hole as you hold perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe. The footsteps pause right outside the door.

Your hand clamps over Gaeul's mouth as you stay buried balls-deep in her ass. You can feel her heart pounding, her asshole clenching even tighter around your shaft from the fear of getting caught.

After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps continue past the door and fade away down the hall. As soon as they're gone, you resume fucking her even harder than before, driven wild by the close call.

"Dirty fucking slut, almost got us caught," you growl, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "Maybe I should let them catch us, let them see what a cock-hungry anal whore you really are."

She shakes her head frantically but her pussy gushes at the thought, coating your balls in her juices. The way her ass grips you tells you she's getting close to cumming.

"That's it, squeeze that cock with your tight little hole," you grunt, feeling your own orgasm building. "Gonna flood this ass with cum, mark you as my personal buttslut."

Your fingers work her clit faster as you pound her stretched asshole. Gaeul's whole body starts to shake as she approaches her peak. Her inner walls clamp down almost painfully tight around your thrusting cock.

"Cum for me," you command. "Cum with my fat cock buried in your ass like the anal slut you are!"

She explodes around you, her orgasm making her squirt all over the bed as her ass spasms around your shaft. The intense tightness pushes you over the edge and you grunt as your cock swells.

"Take it, take my fucking load," you growl as you empty your balls deep in her ass. Rope after rope of hot cum floods her stretched hole while she continues to shake and moan through her own orgasm.

You keep thrusting through both your climaxes, making obscene squelching sounds as your cum starts leaking out around your cock. Her ass is still rhythmically clenching, milking every last drop from your balls.

When you finally pull out, her gaping asshole immediately starts leaking your thick load. You watch mesmerized as white cum drips down her thighs and pools on the bedspread below.

"Holy fuck," Gaeul pants, collapsing onto the bed. Her hole is still twitching and leaking, thoroughly used and marked as yours. "That was so fucking good..."

You give her ass one slap, admiring the way it makes more cum leak out. "That's what happens to me when you keep teasing me all day long. Get your ass stretched and filled with cum while your friends are right downstairs."

She shivers at your words, reaching back to feel her gaping, cum-filled hole. "My ass is gonna be so sore tomorrow…”

"Yeah, and you love it, don't you?!"

Your cock gives an interested twitch as you watch her finger herself, scooping some of your cum out of her stretched hole. To your surprise and arousal, she brings her cum-covered fingers to her mouth and sucks them clean.

"Dirty fucking slut," you growl, feeling yourself starting to harden again already. "You really can't get enough, can you?"

She grins up at you, still tasting your cum on her tongue. "What can I say? You've turned me into such a whore for your cock. Especially in my ass."

You grab her hair and pull her up for a rough kiss, tasting yourself on her lips. Your rapidly hardening cock presses against her stomach as you devour her mouth.

"Ready for another round already?" she asks breathlessly when you break apart, feeling your erection growing. "Gonna wreck my ass again?"

"Fuck yes," you grunt, spinning her around and pushing her face-down into the mattress. "Gonna use this tight little hole until you can't walk straight tomorrow."

You spread her ass cheeks, admiring how her gaping hole is still leaking your previous load. The sight of your cum dripping from her stretched asshole has you rock hard again in seconds.

"Please," she whimpers, wiggling her hips invitingly. "Fill me up again, use me like your personal anal slut!"

You line your cock up with her cum-lubed hole and push back inside with one smooth thrust. She's still incredibly tight despite being stretched and filled with your load.

"Fuck, love how this greedy little hole just swallows my cock," you growl, starting to pound her ass again. "Such a perfect little anal whore, always ready to take it in the ass."

The mixture of cum and lube makes obscene squelching sounds as you fuck her stretched hole. Your previous load leaks out around your shaft with each thrust, running down her thighs.

"Yes! Use my ass, wreck my tight little hole!" she moans into the pillow. "Love being your anal slut!"

You grab her hips and really start hammering into her, making the bed creak dangerously. Her whole body bounces with the force of your thrusts as you ravage her sensitive hole.

Your balls slap against her dripping pussy, already coated in a mixture of her juices and your leaking cum. The dirty sounds of anal sex fill the room once again.

"Such a nasty little whore," you grunt, reaching around to pinch and twist her hard nipples. "Getting your ass fucked twice while your friends are right downstairs. Bet you love the risk of getting caught, don't you?"

"Yes!" she gasps, pushing back to meet your brutal thrusts. "Love being your secret anal slut, love taking your fat cock in my tight little ass!"

You pull her up by her hair until her back is pressed against your chest, changing the angle of penetration. Your cock drives even deeper into her stretched hole as you fuck up into her.

"That's it, ride this cock like the buttslut you are," you growl in her ear, one hand around her throat. "Show me how badly you need it in your ass."

Gaeul starts bouncing on your cock, working her hips in tight circles that make her ass grip you like a vice. Her small tits bounce with each movement as she impales herself on your shaft.

"Gonna cum again," she whimpers after a few minutes of riding you. "Please make me cum with your cock in my ass!"

You throw her back down onto the bed and really start drilling her stretched hole, pounding her g-spot through her ass wall. Your fingers find her clit again, rubbing quick circles as you ravage her.

"Cum for me, you dirty anal whore," you command. "Cum all over my cock while I wreck this tight little asshole!"

She explodes around you for the second time, her whole body convulsing as she squirts all over the already-soaked bed. Her ass clamps down painfully tight on your thrusting cock.

The incredible tightness pushes you over the edge again. You bury yourself balls-deep in her spasming hole as your cock swells and pulses.

"Take it, take another load in this slutty ass," you grunt as you empty your balls inside her again. Rope after rope of hot cum floods her already-full hole while she continues to shake through her own orgasm.

When you finally pull out, her thoroughly used asshole gapes obscenely, leaking a river of white cum onto the bed. She collapses face-down, completely fucked out and marked as yours.

"Holy fuck," she pants, reaching back to feel her destroyed hole still leaking your loads. "Fuck, I'm gonna be leaking your load all night now."

"Next time I'm gonna make you wear a plug to keep my cum inside you," you tell Gaeul as you lay down next to her, catching your breath. "Make you sit through the whole movie feeling your ass full of my load."

She shivers at the thought, clearly turned on despite being thoroughly fucked out. "Fuck, I don't think I've ever been as naughty as I am with you now...." After a moment, she rolls over to face you with an unusually serious expression. "Hey... I need to tell you something," she says quietly. "I'm getting tired of hiding this. Hiding us."

Your heart skips a beat. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... fuck, this started as just casual sex after you put me in my place that day. But somewhere along the way I actually started having deep feelings for you." She looks away, clearly uncomfortable with the vulnerability. "And I'm sick of pretending I don't."

You're quiet for a long moment, processing this. "I feel the same way," you finally admit. "Have for a while now."

Her eyes snap back to yours. "Really?"

"Really." You pull her closer. "I love how you try to act all tough, but I know what a needy little slut you really are. Love making you fall apart on my cock. But I also just... love being around you. Even when we're not fucking. I love when you laugh at my jokes now, much better than when you pretended not to like them. I always thought your laugh was cute."

A genuine smile spreads across her face - not her usual cocky smirk. "So what do we do about it?"

"Well, we could tell everyone we're dating," you suggest. "No more sneaking around."

"Mmm..." She pretends to consider it. "Or we could keep this our dirty little secret for a while longer. The sneaking around is pretty hot."

You grin and squeeze her ass. "True. Nothing like fucking you with the risk of getting caught."

"Exactly." She kisses you deeply. "Let's give it another month of secret fucking. Then we can go public."

"Deal." You slap her ass playfully. "Now get dressed before they come looking for us."

She quickly pulls her clothes back on, wincing slightly. "I don't know how I'm going to be able to sit in the chair tomorrow in class."

"Good." You zip up your pants. "Something to remember me by while you study."

You head back downstairs first, trying to act casual as you rejoin the group. A few minutes later, Gaeul returns with a bowl of chips like nothing happened.

But you catch her squirming uncomfortably on the couch, feeling your cum leak out of her ass. The secret knowledge of what you just did makes your cock start to stiffen again.

She notices and gives you that familiar smirk. You know you'll be sneaking off to fuck again before the night is over. Maybe this time you'll bend her over the bathroom sink and stuff her pussy full of cock while she tries to stay quiet.

The thought of all the secret hookups to come over the next month has your head spinning. Every stolen moment will be even hotter now that you know there are real feelings involved.

But for now, you focus on the movie and try not to make it obvious that you just railed your friend's ass upstairs.

The perfect crime - except for the cum still dripping down her thighs.

[winterzxsoldierz]

Well You Know Me...

Avenger!Bucky Barnes X Goofy!Villain!Reader

Warnings: Reader being an idiot and a flirt, no mentions of Y/N, Reader is a Female and a demigoddess who loves to cause chaos.

Bucky's feet echo along the darkened hall, it's quiet, too quiet for his liking but he keeps moving, he doesn't know why he agreed to come here, to find you, you weren't really a problem per say but you are still on SHIELDS watch list as a threat and after that Loki issue Bucky wasn't taking no chances with you. Bucky gets to a door, it's large and steel, it's nothing out of the ordinary but he's still not lowering his guard knowing you're around, who knows what you'll do. He pushes open the steel double doors and walks in, it's dark, the only light is coming from a purple light in the desk on the corner, he's tense and looking around, he walks in further and feels around for a switch and turns on the lights when he finds it. He has to give it to you, you really have this little evil lair of yours going, with the purple and black furniture, the over dramatic gargoyle statue over the fireplace. He only stares at it blankly.

"Oh what's this? New meat for me to play with?" Bucky jumps out of his skin and turns around quickly, his gun trained on you, he didn't hear you, at all, you just appeared behind him. You smirk and tilt your head, while nothing but mischief gleams in your eyes. "You must be James?" You step closer. "I would give you my name...but that takes the fun out of my game." Bucky just stares not saying a word, his gun still pointed at you and his guard is still up, he was expecting a fight but you just stared at him like a child with a new toy to torment, you had a plate of pizza in your hand and a soda pop in the other.

"What are you doing?" Bucky asks, his eyes narrowed and weary. You laugh and shake your head "I'm on break duh, Evil people need food to." You bite a slice of pizza and grin at him. "Want some?" You say, outstretching your arm to hand him the plate with a raised brow. "No. i don't want your pizza." He scoffs, a grumpy frown forming on his face. "Okay first off rude, i'm not black death, secondly can you please put your gun away, i'm not gonna bite you....Yet."

Bucky's eyes roll, this was gonna be a long night, a very long night....

Two weeks later... "Hey James!" Again you catch Bucky off guard when he walks into your lair, this time though he has you in a headlock and of course you're grinning like an idiot, "Save these tricks for the bedroom James, you haven't even bought me flowers yet." he scowls and let's go of you "Shut up brat, the only flowers you'll get from me is at your funeral is when i kill you." your jaw goes slack and for a minute it's quiet, before a large grin appears on your lips, "Holy shit, that was hot, i knew you could flirt." Bucky blinks, and he pinches the bridge of his nose, he's only known you for a week and you're already driving him up a wall. "Shut up." Bucky grumbles and pushes past you into your lair. "Where is it?" Bucky asks. "Where's what?" You ask innocently. "The gun, with the green squiggly things, that shoots fire, that gun?"

Bucky demands, and stares at you. "Ohhh...that gun, his name is Blaze, and i don't have it."

You lie, Bucky is unamused, and waits for you to tell him. "You won't intimidate me." Your arms cross over your chest and you smirk, i can't give you Blaze, he's the best thing ever created since ultron" You smirk mischievously and chuckle at the look on Bucky's face, until you cave. "Fine, if i give it, will you protect him? it took me forever to birth him." "I'm not promising anything" Bucky grumbles and holds out his hand as you place the gun in his hand. "I'm going now." Bucky turns on his heels and begins to leave but you call out to him. "You know, you could at least leave your phone number since you're taking my son."

you knew he heard as he left and you can't help but laugh. you knew these encounters wouldn't end anytime soon.

i will post part two soon. let me know if this is good🖤

Part two here<-

[ohbo-ohno]

A small flower that sprays spores you happen to inhale in an attic

From the prompt list thing for Price x Reader? Please?

1k game here - no more please!

yknow im not really a big fan of sex pollen, but i gave it my best shot <3

2k of sex pollen smut with price! usual dubcon stuff because of sex pollen, but you and price are married so you're totally down <3 this is just pwp

"Hey, honey?" You call down the ladder, turning your find over in your hands.

"Yeah?" Price calls back, grunting as he drops a box on the floor below you.

You'd only felt bad for a few moments having him do all the heavy lifting, but you're perfectly content to dig through the contents of the attic. Neither of you had realized quite how full it was when you bought the house, but you'd much rather spend your day digging through old boxes than carrying them in from your moving van.

"Come take a look at this for me!"

You turn the little jar over again, shaking it just a bit and making the little flowers inside shift around the bottom. They're quite pretty - a bright pattern of red and pink, with a bit of black at the center - but you've never seen them before.

"What is it, love?" John asks from over your shoulder. You scooch closer to where he's propped on top of the ladder to the attic, forearms resting against the floor.

"Have you ever seen these before?" You pass the jar off to him, folding your legs beneath you and admiring John's shirtless form. He's a little red in the face, a lot sweaty, and you can't help but think about taking a short break from moving in...

"Hmm..." he turns the jar in his hand, just like you had. "I've never seen them before. Not too surprised, though." He shoots you a grin, offering the jar back. "Never did have much of a green thumb."

You take another peek, then pop the top of the jar open. The flowers are much more vibrant without the grime of the glass covering them, and you tip a few into your palm.

"Look," you say, offering your palm out to John. "They're so pretty!"

He takes a deep breath, leans a little further into the attic. "Not as pretty as you, love."

You roll your eyes, but can't resist the small smile. "That one was bad, even for you."

His grin is cheesy, his whole expression lovesick as he rests his chin on his folded arms. "I only speak the truth, love."

You can't help but giggle, tucking one of the flowers behind his ear. It's one of the only ones with a stem long enough to fit, and it looks quite silly next to his sweaty face and thick beard.

"There," you pat his cheek, shifting away to go back to your boxes. "Now you're as pretty as me."

"Now that will never be true."

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You don't see John again until that evening, when you're in the shower.

He'd spent the day downstairs, moving all your furniture about with his classic rock playing loud. You'd spent the day upstairs, finishing up your work in the attic and getting your bedroom and bathroom ready for the night while trying to drown his music out with the likes of ABBA and Madonna.

You'd brushed by each other a few times - playful dances, a bit of heavy petting over lunch - but had worked through what should have been dinner. As you wash the conditioner from your hair, you decide you should suggest pizza in bed for tonight.

You're humming to yourself when the shower door opens behind you, your husband already naked.

You smile when you get over the slight scare. "Hey, honey. Gonna join me?"

That's when you notice that something is a bit... off. He's naked but for the little flower behind his ear, which makes it easy to see how flushed his entire body is, and how obscenely hard his cock is between his legs.

"Oh," you can't help but blush a bit, turning to face him. "Feeling a little desperate, John?"

You mean it as a tease, but the sound that rips from your husband's throat is nearly broken. He's tearing into the shower before he bothers to answer, shoving you back into the slick tile and pressing every inch of skin he can against yours.

"John!" You gasp, giggling a bit when one of his rough hands jerks your thigh up and around his waist, the hot length of him resting between your folds. "Slow down, sweetheart, there's no rush."

He drops his forehead to yours, and you start to really see for the first time how needy he is. His face is almost tomato red under his whiskers, and his eyes are screwed up tight, almost like he's in pain.

"John?" You ask tentatively, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other cupping his warm cheek. "Are you alright, love?"

He shudders against you, only growing more tense. "Yeah, yeah love. Just... need to be inside of you, need it so fuckin' badly."

There's an edge to his voice you rarely hear, and there's a part of you that sparks in confusion, a bit of concern. But you arch your back for him, hike your leg a bit higher on his hip to truly spread yourself. "It's alright," you reassure, petting his cheek. "I'm always here for you, John, you know that."

He pushes into you too quickly, your body far from prepared to take something the size of him. But the slight pain melts into pleasure quickly as you melt in your husbands arms.

He's rough, rougher than he almost ever is, and you know your back will be bruised come morning. Every thrust in forces a loud gasp from you as you try desperately to breathe around his pace, your breaths syncing with his.

"Ugh," he moans against your neck, head dropping. "You feel... so good, so fucking good, love."

"You feel good too, John," you just barely manage to gasp out, nails digging deep into the muscle of his shoulders. "So- so big."

His moan is carnal, a rumbling sound that you can feel in your toes, and his thrusts somehow gets even rougher. The sound of his thighs slapping against yours is loud in the quiet bathroom, the sound of water dampened where it sprays against his back.

"God, you're like a vice," he hisses. "Tightest cunt, so good for me... perfect for me, just for me."

"Yes, yes," you chant, head resting against the tile. You rarely come from penetration alone, but hearing John's pleasure is enough for you to feel satisfied already. "Just for you, love, promise."

That's what finally pushes him over - he latches onto your neck, sucking a bruise there as he buries himself to the hilt, grinding himself as deep as he can go while moaning into your throat. You feel the spurts of his come inside of you, familiar after all these years together.

You're both panting in the aftermath, caught up in the pleasure.

You only realize he's still hard when he stands up fully, gripping your other thigh and helping you wrap it around his waist so he's fully carrying you.

"John?" You ask, shifting against him and causing you both to moan. "You're still...?"

He groans low in his chest as he carries you out of the room, confidently striding towards the bed. "I know."

"How... did you take something?"

He makes an offended sound, dropping you onto the bed and following you quickly enough after to keep himself inside of you. "Course not. Never needed any help in that department, not with you."

You're flattered, of course, but can't help but feel a little disconcerted by the fact that you can feel his come even though he's completely hard still.

"Alright," you say a moment later, tucking your legs as far up on his sides as they'll go.

He lifts his head just far enough for you to see him cock an eyebrow. "Alright?"

"Let's see how long you last, Captain."

You can feel his cock twitch inside of you, and he swallows your giggle with a kiss. He doesn't even bother to tease you back - to your slight disappointment - and instead begins to work his hips out of you, a slow drag out and a harsh push back in.

You both moan in sync, loud in the silence of your bedroom. You can't help but arch beneath him, trying to open yourself up more. As he starts to hit his stride, your knees tucked over his arms and pushed as high as he can without you pulling something, you feel the way the base of his cock rubs against your clit on every thrust in.

"Jo-John," you gasp, clinging desperately to his shoulders. "That feels so good, so good, love... oh, fuck, honey!"

"Yeah?" He grunts, face pulled tight above you. "Feel good? Gonna come for me, love? C'mon, attagirl, squeeze me tight... fuck, just like that, yes..."

He manages to get off much faster this time, but that doesn't seem to dull the intensity of his orgasm at all. He's still vocal, throwing his head back and letting all of his sounds out for you to hear. You manage to work your hips in just the right way to grind yourself against his flesh, and quickly find your own peak beneath him.

And still, it's not enough. You feel him working himself slowly against you minutes later, when you come down from your high.

You can't help but whine, your pussy oversensitive so soon after your orgasm. John doesn't pull out, though. He leans down enough to pepper kisses over your face, and begins to slowly fuck you again.

"J-John," you weekly protest, channel squeezing tight around him against your own will and drawing moans from both of you. "T-too sensitive, honey, I need a break."

"'m sorry," he pants against you, lips pressed to your cheek and leaving a small trail of spit. "I can't... I can't, love, need you too badly.

"John..."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry..." He sounds almost choked up above you, his voice cracked as he starts to pound into you faster and faster, forcing your legs higher. "I need to fuck you, love. Need to come. Can't... can't go another minute without- fuck, without you."

"You have me," you try, unable to keep yourself from trying to squirm away.

He snarls suddenly, forcing your legs so far back that your knees nearly brush the mattress. "Not yet," he spits, more beast than man above you. "Haven't... haven't given you enough."

You can only keen loudly, spine arching as the aftershocks of pain slowly morph themselves into pleasure.

Every thrust drags against oversensitive nerves, the clap of skin almost deafening. He brushes against your clit with just enough force to keep you on edge, keep you whining and moaning beneath him.

"Close," he pants, battering into you. "Just.. just a little... fuck, so close..."

"Come, John, please!"

Your own begging is what pushes him over the edge, your hole milking him for all that he's worth, even as you remain on edge.

He finally lets your legs fall from his arms, and you lightly shove at him until he falls away from you.

The both of you are panting as you lay side by side, staring up at your ceiling fan.

"Holy shit," you whisper, minutes or hours later. Your nerves feel like they're on fire, buzzing beneath your skin.

"Ditto," John echoes, sounding equally as rattled as you. It's almost impossible not to giggle at your poor husband sounding so shocked at his own stamina, and you roll into him so you can bury your face in his chest.

"What?" He asks, smile audible already. You don't even have to say anything for him to laugh too, your happiness always contagious. Soon enough he's wrapped himself around you, tucking his face safely into your hair and hiding his smile.

You fall asleep just like that, thoughts of pizza in bed long forgotten, and wonder if you can convince John to take whatever it is he must've had again sometime soon.

[fugmanssexystories]

Who Wants to be Naked?

My long tme girlfriend, Paige and I have been together for a little over a year and a half. We have had a very strong relationship for a while, passionate, caring, and unbreakable. 

When we were looking for something to do on a Saturday night in May, she suggested we just stay at home and do a game night. To be honest, it didn't sound exciting, but I went a long with it because it is what she wanted to do, and it really was her choice as the last time I chose what we did. "Sounds great baby, let's do it!"

Paige could sense that I wasn't too excited by this plan, but she had other ideas. "Trust me baby, you will enjoy yourself!" She winked at me, and I had the feeling I was going to have a good time.

I can't believe I'm thinking this, but I can't wait until Saturday and game night. Part curiosity, part the reason that I get the next choice in what we do. It did seem like it took forever for Saturday to come around. Finally it was Saturday morning and Paige was going out to run a few errands before tonight. I figured she was getting snacks and stuff. 

When she got home, I helped her get the groceries and stuff from the car, and she had a few bags of chips, some candy and some beer and wine, and a couple of other bags that she was quick to grab from me. "Isn't it just the two of us, I don't think we are going to eat and drink this much."

She smiled as I put the bags on the counter, "I may have invited a friend, don't worry, you will have fun." 

I helped her put the groceries away, she grabbed a box and a few other bags and ran into the bedroom and locked the door behind her. This both brought an air of mystery and one of excitement into the day, and now I really could not wait until tonight. About an hour later she came out of the bedroom and I asked her if everything was ok, she just smiled and gave me a kiss, "perfect baby!"

I could not help to notice that she had a little bit of excitement to her. This was infectious, as the closer it came to evening, the more excited I got to see what was going to happen. 

About 5:30 the doorbell rang and I jumped to see who it was, anticipation built as I got to the door and saw the pizza delivery person. "Two large cheese and pepperoni pizzas," she said, "28.56" I handed her the cash and closed the door. I thought 2 large pizzas, just how many people are coming? 

By the time I put the pizzas on the counter and sat down again, the doorbell rang again. I went to the door and opened it. I was excited to see Anna, Paige's best friend, and a real looker. It looked like Anna was dressed for a night out. Her long brown hair done up, make up to perfection, silk, barely see through blouse unbuttoned just enough to see her lace bra peeking out with her the top of her cleavage visible, short miniskirt and long stockings, capped off with high heels. She was going to break hearts wherever she went. 

I always noticed the stark contrast between Anna and Paige. Not to mention Paige's beautiful locks of blonde hair, somewhat tan skin tone and voluptuous figure, compared to Anna's who is more streamline, darker toned skin with smaller curves. Both women extremely attractive in their own way. 

I announced to Paige that Anna was here, I closed the door and brought Anna to the kitchen. I offered her a glass of wine while she waited for Paige to come into the kitchen. 

Moments later, she walked into the kitchen, she was dressed to go out, a long killer royal blue dress that clung to her body like a second skin. Her make up and hair done just right, not too much, but enough to enhance her natural beauty. 

So here it is, a Friday night, two gorgeous ladies hot pizza and tons of snacks, it's going to be a fun night. I will say with the two of them all dressed up, I felt a little under dressed. I grabbed a glass and poured Paige a glass of wine and one for me as well. Weraised a toast and Paige said, "here is to a fun game night!" Hear hear! 

I passed out some plates and we all had some pizza and settled in for a comfortable evening at our house. And thanked Paige for inviting her to the house, and they both made comments on how gorgeous they both were, I had to agree, and I did. They both smiled at me and I refilled their glasses as we finished our pizza and made our way to the dinning room..

Paige excused herself and said that she would be right back with the games. I caught a glimpse of her body as she exited the room, I noticed the high heels, stockings that led directly to  her bottom. She had a perfectly round backside and the skin tight dress exposed the fact that she was wearing a thong. 

She really dressed up to stay at home all night playing games. I didn't mind as the eye candy on both sides of the table was definitely one of the highlights to game night for me.

When Paige returned, she was carrying several decks of cards and Jenga dare. I didn't even know we had Jenga dare, but it was going to be an interesting night. We started off with a few games of rummy as the wine was flowing freely and we were munching on some snacks. By the time we were finished with the regular deck of cards, we were all feeling really good. By the time we started to play Jenga, we were all feeling frisky with each other. The dares in the game were relatively tame, but it did have one highlight when Anna and Paige had to share a kiss, and that really turned me on. I am certain that they felt me watching them and it had an effect on me, right after their lips parted, they both turned to look at me with a wink and a sultry smile.

Paige said, "this game is boring, let's liven things up a bit." 

Anna smiled and looked at me, "I'm game!"

I nodded that I was up for anything. 

Paige said here is a new game, she brought out some hand written cards and put them on the table in front of us. "When it's your turn, draw a card, but you must ask the question to both players,  if the first player refuses to answer the question, they must remove an article of clothing. And the next player has to answer. If the first player chooses to answer the question, the other player has to remove an article." Paige looked at both of us, "everybody understand the rules?" Anna and I looked at each other and agreed.

Anna asked, "what do you call this game?"

Paige thought for a minute and answered, "Who wants to be naked?"

Paige picked up a card and read it out loud, "have you ever had a sex dream about someone in this room?" She looked at Anna for her answer, Anna responded by removing her silk blouse to reveal her sexy lace bra.

Anna looked at me, "you have to answer!" 

The rules said I had to answer, they did not say I had to elaborate, so I simply said "yes!"

It was Anna's turn to draw a card, she smiled and read it out loud, "have you hoped to see everyone in this room naked, or have you already?" The question goes to me, if I answer than Paige needs to remove something, if I don't answer and take off something, she has to answer. This was a tough one, but I think I would rather hear her answer. I removed my shirt.

I looked at Paige and she confidently said "yes!"

I begged for her to elaborate but she just kept her response to "yes!"

My turn to draw, I read the card, then re-read it before saying it out loud..."have you had sex with everyone in this room?" I looked to Paige, she smiled and removed her shoes. I was curious on why she didn't want to answer, but I'm fine with her removing her clothes too. I looked to Anna, she thought for a second, downed her glass of wine, and smiled, "not yet." Her response had certain parts of my anatomy spring to attention as the realization of tonight's possibilities entered into my brain.

She looked for a response from Paige, who simply smiled and drew the next card.  

She showed us the card, the top said "Bonus" the writing underneath said "whoever holds this card can remove one article of clothing from every player at a time when they choose." She decided to hold onto it for the moment. "Anna, it's your turn!"

She drew her card and smiled as she read it out loud, "pick one player and kiss them passionately for 1 minute, other players need to remove 1 article of clothing."

Anna looked at me, and then at Paige, "go ahead and remove your pants, I want some more of Paige." With that she quickly went over and locked lips. I removed my pants and watched as my girlfriend and her best friend made out in front of me. It didn't take too long before my erection was straining against the only article of clothing I had left on. My tool against the fabric was noticeable in front of these two gorgeous women. 

We didn't start a timer or anything, but the kiss seemed to last forever, not that I minded or anything. When they finally removed their lips from each other, I could tell that both of them were in a state, Anna saw my condition and winked at me, "your turn!" 

I drew the next card and read it out loud. "What was the least sexiest place that you have ever had sex?'

I looked at Paige, and she answered..." When I was fresh out of high school I worked for a grocery store, I had the keys and I brought my boyfriend in after we closed and we did it in the walk in freezer."

Paige answered, so Anna had to remove an article, she removed her skirt, revealing her matching panties that went with her bra. Her body was very tan as I looked at her up and down. Her long legs covered with the sheer stockings a bit of skin then straight up to her panties, her belly button with the little ring in it up to her bra and cleavage, she was amazing and it wasn't just me who noticed. I caught Paige looking at every inch of her friends body, in fact she asked if she could turn around so that she could see her entirely, I must say, I did not protest at all.

Paige drew the next card, "if there was no regrets and no repercussions, you have 24 hours to sleep with anyone in this room, who would you choose?"

She looked at Anna, and Anna responded by slowly removing each stocking. She made a show of it and both of us were staring at every inch of her legs being exposed. After the show, Anna looked at me, and I had to answer.  I could not believe that the words left my mouth, but in front of my girlfriend, I finished my wine and said that "I would love to see, feel and taste every inch of Anna's body!" 

I looked at Paige, expecting an angry or horrified look on her face, instead, she smiled at me, "might be your lucky night, but we might have to share!" Paige looked at Anna and said, "I want to use my bonus card now, each of you have to remove one article of clothing."

I had only one article left on, but Anna was about to reveal something that I have been wishing for all night. She stood up and smiled, "can I have some help?" Not sure who she meant Paige and I looked at each other and stood up together and went over to Anna. We each stood behind her and slid a shoulder strap down. I wanted to bend down and kiss her shoulder but I resisted. Apparently Paige couldn't as I watched her nuzzle into Anna's bare shoulder and neck. I unclasped her bra and Paige and I slowly slipped the material over her breasts gently touching her nipples as we dropped the lace down to the floor. She stood topless in front of us. I couldn't help but to kiss her shoulder as well before I went back over to sit down. 

Paige looked at me, "no sir, you need to remove them," as she pointed to my underwear. Remember, it is hiding (not very well) my erection. "Rules are rules."

Anna encouraged me to take them off as well, she smiled and asked if I needed help. I didn't need help, but was not going to turn down a chance for her to help me out of them. Paige and Anna both came over and helped me unvail my hardness. They both reached their hands inside the waistline and pulled them away from my skin as to not injure my protruding member. When all of my hardness was on display, both looked at my erection, looked at each other, then looked me in the eye. Anna told me, "nice!" 

I went to the kitchen and grabbed another bottle of wine and refilled everyone's glasses. I couldn't help staring at Anna's bare chest, beautifully shaped with small hard nipples poking through the air, they looked like the needed a good sucking is all I could think about. When I went to Paige to fill her glass, she looked at me as if to say, I know, they need to be sucked.

I was disappointed as I just lost the game, but Paige said I can continue, but obviously I wouldn't be able to remove any clothes, therefore I either had to answer everything or figure out something else. I wasn't quite sure what she meant, but given the situation, I wasn't going to argue. 

I sat back down and waited for Paige to draw another card. She showed us the card, in bright red on the top of it read, "Penalty!" And right below that, the card read "you must remove one article of clothing off of your own body."

As she stood up and removed her stockings, she tried to make a show of it like Anna had already done. Anna and I stared as her legs became more and more visible underneath her dress. As she smoothed her dress back down, I could not help but think, why is she still dressed? I was naked and her friend was one step away from being completely naked herself. 

Anna drew her card and read it out loud, "what is on your sexual bucket list that you have to try before you die?"

She looked at me, I have to answer, the best part is either way, Paige has to lose her dress if I answer. "Tough question, but I have always wanted to be tied to a bed while multiple woman use my body for their own pleasure."

Anna and Paige looked at each other, then at me, and both of them smiled at me. All eyes moved to Paige as she had no choice but to remove her dress. We both watched as she bared her legs, then her thighs, and above her waist, wow it was taking forever, but I loved watching her do it. As she lifted it above her breasts, she revealed that she was not wearing a bra. Her bare chest exposed for everyone to see. 

I heard Anna gasp as she saw her friend's bare chest. Paige stood there in front of us, bare breasts, wearing only a thong. I have always loved Paige's chest, very voluptuous, large with large nipples that could dial a rotary phone when she's excited and she was. To have her show them off to another topless woman was exciting for me, I tried to resist, but I had to touch myself. 

Anna caught a glimpse of what I was doing, and declared,"no sir, that I believe is against the rules."

I removed my hand and brought it back up to the table top. I am in a unique position now, I am completely naked and one of them will be right along with me after this round. I hoped for a good card and picked up the next one on the pile and read it out loud. "Tell me one thing, other than straight sex, that you want someone in this room to do to you sexually, be descriptive!" I looked at Paige, awaiting her answer. She looked at Anna, then at me and stood up, removing her thong. She stood there naked in front of the two of us, you could see that she had recently shaved completely, not a strand of pubic hair was to be found, just her moist lips glistening between her legs. She looked so tasty and I couldn't wait to dive between her lips with my tongue. I looked at Anna who was licking her lips as she stared at Paige's naked form. I watched Anna as she was transfixed by her friend's nude body. 

Anna said, "woman, you look sweet enough to eat." Paige smiled at the compliment. When she sat down, her legs opened slightly and both Anna and myself were trying to get a better view. 

Paige looked at Anna, "well, what's the answer?"

Anna took a drink of wine before she looked at me, "I want your girlfriend to hold me down and lick me until I scream out and come, then  you slide your hard cock down my throat. I want to feel every last inch of you push past my lips. I would give up the right to breathe to have you all the way inside of my mouth. Then I want you to slide it in and out until you can't resist but to fire everything you have down my throat. And after you come in my mouth, I want your girlfriend to kiss me so that we can share every last drop of both of our come."

Paige and I both drank the rest of our wine, looked at each other and smiled. We then told Anna that since we were both naked, that she won the game. She jumped up, her breasts bouncing with the rest of her gorgeous body, and declared "I want to be naked!" 

Paige and I both stood our naked asses up and went to help Anna with her last stitch of clothing. We went to her and each kissed her passionately before slowly kissing our way down her body. Her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, we each spent a few extra moments on her nipples. I swirled my tongue around the taut little bud, gently nibbling on it. Her hands grabbed the back of our heads, keeping us at her nipples. 

Just like the girls did to me, we both put our fingers inside the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs as we trailed our tongues down her torso, finally exposing her entire body to us. Paige was definitely enjoying herself as she gave Anna's bum a gentle playful slap. Anna cooed with excitement as her friends hand found her bare flesh. I went around to the front and planted my lips at her belly button as she held onto my shoulder for support. I felt pressure being applied, forcing me downward until I reached her private opening. She smelled of arousal and I could see moisture on her shaven opening. It was so inviting that I reached out with my tongue and slid it between her lips once. Anna moaned with satisfaction and suddenly Paige was right next to me. She whispered, "can I have a taste too?"

I leaned back for her to take her turn, "mmmm, you taste incredible!" I had to agree and couldn't wait for us to venture to the bedroom. Paige grabbed Anna by the hand and Anna grabbed me by my tool as we all walked down the hallway to the large king sized bed in our bedroom. 

I don't know about the women, but I couldn't wait to get in the bedroom. Such possibilities, three naked people, lots of social lubricant, who knows where this will end up. I officially love game night and want to schedule more in the future. 

Once we got into the bed I let the girls have a little fun while I watched them kiss and explore each other's bodies. I watched as they kissed each other passionately fondling each other, Paige had her hand between Anna's thighs and Anna had her hands on Paige's bare ass. I laid back on the bed and just watched as my hand started to travel down my own body. When I got my hands wrapped around my tool I started to play, I couldn't help it, watching the two of them was really hot. 

Paige pushed Anna down on her back and moved her tongue down her body. She slowed down at her nipples and swirled her tongue around each one before sliding down further. She inserted her tongue inside Anna's belly button and Anna took a deep breath. When Paige forced her legs open, Anna caught me playing, she smiled and winked at me before closing her eyes to enjoy her friend eating her out.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, Anna was definitely enjoying the special treatment that Paige was offering, and I knew that Paige was enjoying this as well. I stood up, still playing with myself and walked over behind Paige. Her bum in the air as she went to town feasting on Anna. I held onto Paige's hips as I slid my tool between her legs and inside of her vagina. She moaned in Anna as I slid further inside. I wasn't moving fast, more like slowly sliding in and out of her hole, coating my erection with her moisture. After about 10 or 15 strokes inside of her, I pulled out and went up by Anna's head. I poked her in the lips a few times before she opened her eyes and then her mouth. She bent her head backwards as I fed her my tool. 

She moaned as she loed the taste of Paige's juices on me, then she began to swallow my meat as far as she could, she opened wide and grabbedmy cheeks, pulling me deeper into her mouth and throat. Holy cow, she was possessed and would only be satisfied if she felt her nose touch my pubic bone. It took a little while but that is exactly what she did. She moaned around me and then began to move her head back and forth, forcing me in and out of her open lips. I grabbed for her nipples and pinched them several times as she brought her hands to my hips and pushed and pulled me. I finally got her hint and forced myself in and out of her. I basically was fucking her face and she was loving every inch and every second of it, plus with my girlfriend moving her quickly to the point of no return, she was in heaven, and I am not sure about paigez but I was not having a bad time myself. 

I noticed Anna's body starting to tense up and I knew she was about to explode into Paige's mouth, I think Paige realized it too, I soon realized that she was sucking on her clt while s had several fingers buried inside of Anna's holes. This just about sent me over the edge. A couple more strokes and I was filling her mouth with my seed. A moment after I fired away, she lost it and went crashing over as well, and just like her prediction during the gams, Paige came up and they shared a kiss, exchanging the come between them. Come dripped out the sides of their mouth and their tongues chased after it until everyone was all clean. 

The women moved around and Paige laid down on her back on the edge of the bed. Anna jumped at the chance to get between her open legs. I watched as her fingers easily slid inside of her friends vagina. She moved her head down right above her clit and massaged it with her lips, sucking and licking Paige until she was breathless with excitement. I climbed on the bed and straddled her chest, sliding my already erect penis between her voluptuous breasts. 

She held herself together as I slid back and forth between her breasts. It was exciting to see her face as her friend was between her legs and I was between her tits. Her body was being pleasured and providing pleasure at the same time. She caught my eye and I watched her as she started to reach heights before she was going to crash. I don't know if Anna was experienced or not in this type of thing, but she was definitely pleasing Paige with whatever she was doing. 

It wasn't long before she was ready to go over the edge. I told Paige, "don't close your eyes, I want to see you!" She stared into my eyes as I could see her rapidly approaching the point of no return. Her mouth open wide, head tilted back as Anna pushed her over. She was moaning and her body was quivering underneath me. It was about all I could do to hold off until she finished before I exploded all over her chest, coating her with my fluids.

Once I stood up and moved off of the bed, Anna jumped right up and cleaned up my girlfriend's chest with her tongue. She even cleaned up parts that didn't have any of me on her. She played with her breasts, kissing, licking and sucking all over, but she payed particular attention to certain areas like her nipples, he neck and then they made out again. 

It didn't take long before I was excited and standing proudly at attention. Anna and Paige both noticed my condition and whispered to each other. The next thing I know, I am helped onto the bed and Paige brought out our box of toys. She took out the restraints and they fixed me to the bed. Both wrists and both ankles, anything they were about to do, I was helpless to stop it. 

I laid there helpless, erection standing straight up, begging to be played with, instead, hey played with each other. The knelt on either side of my outstretched arms and leaned over my body, exploring each other's mouths again. 

I watched as their hands toyed with each other. I nearly lost it when I watched Paige hook Anna's nipples to the nipple clamps we sometimes play with, I could tell, Anna had never experienced this before, she squealed and screamed her excitement and pain all at the same time. I had a great view of these two women playing with each other and Everytime they would kiss, Paige would pull on the chain that connected the nipple clamps, lifting  Anna's breasts by the nipple. It looked painful, but I think that after a while Anna began to get turned on by it, I know that I was definitely enjoying it. 

I feel someone's hand stroking my tool, And I couldn't tell exactly whose hand it was, but watching them together and having someone play with me, had my member solid as a rock and ready for action. To say it was torment was an understatement, but I was in heaven with this treatment. I knew by the end of this night, I would have no fluids left in me to give. 

[babybatscreationsv2]

Not a Sports Guy

Marvel | Starker

Peter isn't really a sports guy, but Tony is an athlete. When Tony talks him into coming to one of his games, Peter decides to wear the opposing team's jersey. It was only intended to be a petulant joke, but the other team doesn't know that.

Rating: Explicit

For H <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: possessive sex, protective Peter + protective Tony, sports au, rough sex, shower sex, exhibitionism

"You know I'm not going, Tony," Peter said. The amused smile on his face took the sting out of it but it didn't stop Tony from asking again.

"Just this once?" He sat down on the bed beside him. "You can watch me get all roughed up and sweaty."

Peter wrinkled his nose. He snapped another Lego onto what would eventually be a Lego model of Commander Cody's head. "I don't like it when you're sweaty."

Tony sighed. "You can help me shower after," he tried more suggestively.

"In the locker room with all the other guys? No thank you."

"Come on, Pete."

Peter rolled over onto his back and looked up at him. "Why do you want me to go so bad when you know I won't like it?"

"I just want you to see me in action."

"I already know how good you are. You have trophies and a sports scholarship that you don't even need."

"But I want you to see," Tony pouted.

"I won't even know what's happening. I'm a Lego, Star Wars, chemistry guy. I'm not a sports guy."

Tony blew air out of his nose. They sat staring at each other for a moment. "You're going. Just this once and then you never have to go again. But you're going."

"Fine. I'll go."

Tony smiled. "Good boy." He bent down and gave him a kiss.

Peter rolled his eyes. "At least let me finish this before the game."

"Whatever you want. I'll even order pizza." Tony climbed off of him and jumped down from the bed.

Peter laughed. "Pizza sounds great." He finished most of his Lego set before the doorbell rang. The pair ate their pizza and went to bed, one of them dreading and the other excited for the upcoming game.

The weekend came and Tony was abuzz. He dragged Peter around the stadium, showing him off to everyone who would listen. Only for Peter to sneak off to the bathroom and return wearing the wrong team's jersey.

"What's this?"

Peter crossed his arms over his chest. "I told you I didn't want to come and I'm here in protest."

"Come on, Pete," Tony sighed.

"Nope." Peter raised an eyebrow at him. He couldn't really be mad over this could he?

"Take it off," Tony said more firmly.

"Nope." Peter continued to stand, stiff and unyielding.

"Please. I'll buy you something nice."

"Not this time."

"Someone's gonna see you."

"Let them."

Tony looked over his shoulder. Everyone was heading out and there wasn't time left to argue.

"We'll talk about this later."

"Good luck."

Tony bristled as he stepped back outside. The air suddenly felt too hot and the noise of the crowd was grating. He stopped and faced the sun, eyes closed soaking it up with his skin. He heard footsteps, but he didn't look. Then a pair of arms wrapped around him and soft lips found his own. He wrapped his arms around Peter's waist and kissed him back.

"I said, good luck," Peter repeated. Tony opened his eyes to see him looking back at him with a teasing smile. He slipped away and Tony scowled after him, but the aggression was long gone. He could be such a shit sometimes.

He jogged out onto the field to join his team. It wasn't his best performance, but it wasn't his worst. Still he walked away frustrated that his team had fumbled the one game Peter was watching. He walked out towards the bleachers where he'd seen Peter sitting. His jaw clenched so hard he might have chipped a tooth.

His boyfriend was surrounded by three guys from the opposing team. They were all laughing and grinning. As he came closer, he could hear Peter talking about him.

"He really is the star of the team," Peter beamed.

One of the scoffed laughed. "Being the star of the losing team isn't that impressive though, is it?"

"You can't win them all," Peter countered.

One of the guys touched his shoulder. "We do. We're on a winning streak. Six straight games this season."

"You must know all about that," the third guy said. "You're wearing our jersey."

"I just wore it as a joke. I don't really care about sports. I'm a Star Wars guy."

"Oh really? You should come with us then. One of the guys has this old Boba Fett figure that he brings for good luck. He says it's really rare."

"That sounds really cool, but no thank you."

"Come on, you'll love it."

"Yeah, you can get to know the winning team a little better." His hand slid down Peter's shoulder to rub his arm.

Tony finally reached them. Peter's eyes turned to him as he came close. There was a flicker of something there. Guilt or anxiety or warning. Didn't matter. He grabbed the guy's wrist, squeezing but not as hard as he wanted to. He wanted to snap the damn thing in half.

"He said no."

He laughed and yanked his hand free. Peter stood up from his seat and stepped closer to Tony. His hand settled just above Tony's waist.

"Sorry. We just thought such a pretty boy deserved better than some loser."

Peter turned, quick as a snake, and deck him straight in the nose. Tony heard the crunch before the scream. He grabbed Peter around the waist and took a step back. The guy's teammates were too stunned, too busy watching the blood run beneath his palm to react quickly. So, Tony kept moving. Peter was tense, really to lash out again and it took a few backwards steps down the bleachers before he turned around and walked with him. Tony wrapped his arm around his shoulders, ears perked up for pursuers, but all they got were a few rude words yelled across the distance.

They walked across the grass and into the locker room. The rest of the team was either chatting, changing, or in the showers. Tony ignored them.

"Tony, I'm sorry-" Peter began.

"Don't be. I'm sorry I pressured you into coming."

He shook his head. "No, I shouldn't have been such a brat about it. This matters to you. It's not just a hobby. I get that now. And you looked really good out there, too."

Tony couldn't ignore the jersey in his periphery.

"Why were you talking to them?"

"I'm sorry. They just came up to me after the game and they knew who I was. I thought they were friends of yours."

Tony put his hand on Peter's shoulder where the other's had been. After a moment of consideration, he grabbed the fabric in his fist. He leaned in and kissed him, pushing him back into the wall. Peter leaned into him, kissing him back just as eagerly. He wanted him out of that jersey.

He pulled it up, breaking away from Peter's lips only long enough to pull it over his head. With a hand on his waist and one cupping the side of his next, he pulled him along towards the showers, navigating towards the sound of the water.

Tony backed around the corner into the open shower. It was shadowy, but not quite dark. Still he pushed Peter into the corner where it almost felt private, if you closed your eyes. He turned him around and pushed him into the wall.

"Tony," Peter gasped, softly. Tony nipped the side of his neck.

"Mine," he said in answer. Peter didn't argue as Tony unhooked his jeans and let them drop around his ankles along with his underwear. He grabbed a bar of soap left on the shelf and turned on the water beside them. They weren't quite under the spray, but their shoes were definitely soaked. And Peter's pants, Tony realized too late. It didn't matter now.

He lathered up the soap and with wet soapy hands yanked open his pants to get his dick out. He lubed himself up with soap and grabbed Peter's hip. Peter stopped him with a hand reaching behind him, only to take Tony's cock and press it against his hole. He leaned into it, pushing his hips back. He gasped, barely audible beneath the sound of the running showers. Tony watched his ass swallow him up like it was nothing. He held Peter's against him and kissed his neck until Peter turned his head to reach his lips.

He kissed him until the pressure around his cock was irresistible. Then he pushed him back into the wall with a hand on the back of his neck so he could fuck him hard. Peter gasped. He panted against the tile. Then he started to whine, painful whimpering moans that said he was being too rough and the soap wasn't enough. But he didn't complain. He pushed his hips back against Tony's crying his name with nothing short of worship.

He pressed him against the wall with his whole body, grinding into him until he was pushing Peter up onto his toes. He had tears in his eyes and he was shaking. Tony slowed down.

"Too much?"

"No, please- don't stop," Peter panted in broken sentences. "I'm so close- I was trying to- didn't want to cum yet."

Tony kissed his neck only to find himself biting into his skin. "Fuck," he moaned. "You're so fucking hot, baby."

Peter whined. He pushed his ass back against him, but Tony didn't take the bait. Instead he leaned back and pulled his jersey over his head. He put it on Peter.

Tony grabbed the front of it and pulled it up, balling it in his hand. He stuffed it into Peter's mouth. Obediently, he bit down, keeping the fabric where Tony put it.

"You're fucking mine, you hear me?"

Peter nodded. "Yes," he said with his mouth full. "I'm all yours! Please," he moaned.

Tony fucked him slowly, only so he could suck hickies into every bit of skin he could reach. He neck, his shoulders, the underside of his chin, until he couldn't stop himself anymore.

"You want my cum, baby?"

"Please, please," Peter begged.

"I want to feel you cum for me first. Show me how good I make you feel."

Peter moaned, jersey falling from his open mouth. He came immediately, clearly having been on edge for so long. Tony pushed him into the wall, fucking him through it and letting him rub his dick against the tile. When Peter whined his name, Tony came, too. He imagined fucking him like this right over the bleachers for all those assholes on the other team to see.

"So good, Peter," Tony breathed. "My good boy."

Peter smiled. He hummed happily and reached back to find Tony's hand and hook their fingers together. He shared a lazy kiss.

Tony lifted his head and something moved in the corner of his eye. A few of his teammates were peeking around the corner and ran as he saw them. Tony laughed.

"Thanks for the show!" one of them hollered. The rest broke out into whistles and cheers.

"Were they all watching?" Peter asked.

"Looks like it."

Peter groaned. He turned around and Tony wrapped him in his arms.

"At least no one will worry about who's jersey you're wearing after this story gets out."

"I'm never taking this one off."

"So, you'll come to the next game, too?" Tony smiled innocently.

"No," Peter said. "But I guess I'll help you shower, after all.”

[luvxiem]

Can I please request Shu fluff with 16."your mom called me.", 17. "i'll take care of it, don't worry." and 20. "can i borrow a hoodie?" "i don't know, will i get it back this time?" thanks! Congrats again on 500!

life goes on

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✧ word count: ~800

✧ pairing: shu yamino x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff

✧ summary: a brief moment into your relationship with your boyfriend of 3 years.

"your mom called me."

the soft taps against your phone screen suddenly stop as your boyfriend turns the corner and enters the living room, the plant vs zombies theme still playing despite the lack of attention. when you turn your head to look at shu, you see him casually leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, an easy smile on his face.

"wha'd'you mean she called you?" you ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. you raked through your mind to try and think of any possible reason for her to call him and come up empty handed. a sudden shiver runs down your spine. hopefully she wasn't calling about... about... marriage. ugh. even the thought of your dear mother subjecting your boyfriend to talks of marriage makes you want to shove your head into a pile of dirt.

shu pushes himself off the wall and plops himself down next to you, propping his head up against his hand on the backrest. leaning over, he pauses your game to save your poor peashooters.

"she just wanted to ask if we wanted to come over for dinner today," he soothed, grinning at your sigh of relief. you set your phone aside and turn your body to face him fully.

"did she say what we're eating? i feel like we always get pho when she asks us to come over." shu laughs and nods in agreement.

"that's true. why does she do that, anyways?" your glare has him raising his hands up in mock surrender.

"what? why are you looking at me like that?"

"you told her that you really liked the broth when you came over for dinner the first time. now she's doing that thing where you tell your parent you like a certain food and they always get that for you because they think it's your favorite," you grumble. sure, it's true that the broth from the restaurant your mom always orders from is amazing; however, you can't always eat pho whenever she invites the two of you over. at this point you're convinced she only invites you guys when she doesn't want to cook dinner or just wants pho for herself.

a sudden tap against your nose has you dragged back into the present, eyes wide as shu grins at your confusion.

"i'll just tell her you want pizza or sushi or something." your head falls against his chest in relief and you can feel more than hear his laughter.

"seriously?"

"yeah, i'll take care of it. don't worry."

without the threat of vietnamese noodle soup looming over you head, it's much easier to find the energy to agree to your mothers invite. shu is texting her the details when you suddenly remember your laundry still in the washing machine. poking your head out the bedroom door, you frantically call for the only other occupant in the apartment.

"shu! shu!!" the man in question looks up and raises an eyebrow.

"what's up, babe?"

"can i borrow a hoodie? my clothes are still in the washing machine." your boyfriend taps his finger against in chin as he shuts his eyes for a moment and pretends to think.

"hmm... i don't know, will i get it back this time?" he teases. you roll your eyes and head back to your guys' shared closet.

"i'm borrowing your light blue one!" you call out, hearing an 'ok!' in response. as you shrug it on and change into a different pair of pants, you return to the living room carrying your car keys in one hand and your wallet in another. shu is already dressed in outside clothes since he went out to buy groceries in the morning.

shu looks up from his phone at your entrance and stands, stretching his arms up over his head and lets out a pleasant sigh. the sigh quickly turns into a yelp, however, as you can't help but pat his cute tummy when his shirt rode up exposing soft, pale skin. you laugh at his whine ("hey! what the heck!") and slip your shoes on, holding the door open for your lover as the two of you slip out the apartment.

"hey, should we stop by the market on the way there?" shu asks. you nod, pressing the elevator button to take you down to the parking garage. "what did we bring last time? oranges? i think watermelons are in season right now, should we bring that?" the elevator dings and the door slides open as the two of you step inside and start your descent.

"watermelon is good," you agree. partly because you just wanted some for yourself, but you know your mom loves watermelon too so it's fine. "how can you tell if a watermelon is ripe, though?"

shu's eyes widen and starts explaining to you how his parents taught him how to tell a good watermelon from a bad one and you can't help but smile fondly at your lover.

today is a good day.

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500 follower event prompt list

[slytherinshua]

CALIFORNIA LOVE

genre. kinda just summer love w doy thoughts. fluffy but also a bit angsty. warnings. jealousy. lots of kissing. drinking. i don't usually write in present tense so if there are mistakes im so sorry i tried to proofread but i’m tired 😭 pairing. doy x fem!reader. wc. 663. request. no. a/n. this is all @eternalgyu's fault that i'm writing for nomad now but srsly doy has me in a chokehold its not funny but also sangha is fighting for bias spot SO???

waking up completely hung over with doeui, hearing the murmured curses that falls from his mouth as the splitting headache hits you both at the same time. as soon as you look at each other, all you can do is just laugh and huddle closer under the blankets, alternating kisses on the other’s forehead to soothe the headaches. memories from the previous night are foggy, but all you really care about is being next to him and feeling the warmth of his skin underneath you.

after you sleep for a bit longer and wake up for the second time in the late morning, doeui runs to the store to get hangover medication and pizza. everything about the morning is lazy and unplanned, just the two of you in each other’s company until the party starts later in the day.

doeui loves how you look in his oversized shirt when he comes back from the store; your hair a mess, but your eyes shining with excitement whenever you look at him. you share the pizza, taking turns feeding each other and sneaking in kisses before you get properly dressed for going out. 

except doeui’s idea of properly dressed still involves an open summer shirt exposing his abs and toned chest. it’s perfect attire for the beach, but you can’t help but stare a bit. he can’t complete the outfit without your pearl bracelet and necklace, and in return, you steal his black cap.

drinks, games, skateboarding, swimming, sports, dares— all of the classic summer things that you could indulge in are present at every party. and it lasts for hours. you spend most of the time on the opposing team from your boyfriend, giving him teasing looks and boasting every time you won. you’ll never admit that you purposely got a little touchy with sangha just to get doeui jealous, but you couldn’t deny it either. you wouldn’t have if you hadn’t caught one of the girls staring a bit too closely at his open shirt.  

it works like a charm, from the way he pulls your wrist as soon as the game of beach volleyball is finished. when he’s sure that he’s led you out of sight of his friends, his lips find yours faster than you could speak. it’s rushed and a bit rougher than how he normally kisses you, but it’s exactly the reaction you were hoping for when you did everything you could to rile him up. when he’s satisfied with the way he’s smeared your lipgloss and slightly messed up your hair, he mutters a quick, “you’re mine” before he joins the group again, making sure you were on his team for the next round.

as the sun sets, you gather around a cooler of drinks and popsicles. you steal sips of doeui’s beer throughout the time when you’re all laughing and telling stories. he doesn’t mind. each time he catches you reaching for his can, he feels even fonder of you. but he still drinks some of your cider to make things even.

when the sun sets completely and the rest of the friend group leaves, it’s just you and doeui still sitting together on the sand, listening to the waves lap at the shore and feeling the slight chill of the wind. you lean closer to him when he rests a finger under your chin, allowing him to press soft kisses to as much skin as he could reach on your face. his breath feels warm despite how cold the air is, and you think you could easily be able to stay like this forever.

but all good things must come to an end, and for you and doeui, it ends gradually like the summer turning to fall. as the weather gets cooler, so do your hearts. doeui still thinks back to that summer love every time he looks at your pearl necklace that hangs from his car mirror, longing for one more chance to kiss you.

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 13

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"Are you ready for Sunday's game?" Ben asked.

"I was born ready" June smiled.

"If you win, the league is yours."

"No way, really?"

"You can't be sarcastic and smile at the same time, Maxwell. It loses all its meaning."

"Shut up and keep cutting that tomato" she said, trying really hard to stop smiling like an idiot. 

She and Ben had kept seeing each other even more often, spending most of her free afternoons and nights at his house since she still shared her flat with John, and they would usually follow the same routine. 

She would buy some food after training, they would cook it together, and then eat it while watching something on tv until one of them fell asleep. Nine times out of ten, that would be June. Since she didn't like driving that late at night, she would stay at Ben's, always in the same room. By now, it felt as if it belonged to her. 

She had some clothes in the closet to get changed, a toothbrush and some creams in the bathroom, an extra blanket on the bed for when she got cold, a phone charger.... And if you asked Ben, he would tell you that it already smelled of her, of that perfume she always wore and that reminded him of his summer holidays in Spain.

In the mornings, and if June didn't have training, they would go out for a walk around the neighborhood before going back home and making breakfast, sitting together once again to eat and just talk, getting to know each other more and more. They weren't seeing the other as June Maxwell and Ben Chilwell anymore. They were just June and Ben. Two friends who occasionally made out.

"Are you doing anything special after the game?" he asked.

"Celebrate" she smirked. 

"And if you don't win?" 

"We are winning, Chilwell. Stop trying to jinx it."

"I'm not trying anything" he said, lifting his hands.

"Careful! You have a knife there!"

"Oh, sorry" he said, putting it down. 

"That was dangerous, Ben."

"I know, I'm sorry" he said, kissing her cheek.

"Being cute won't make me forget that I had a knife next to my eye."

"It wasn’t next to your eye" he laughed.

"That's what you say. You weren't paying attention."

"I'm sorry" he said, kissing her cheek again and hugging her from behind.

"Ben… Stop."

"Why?" he asked, now kissing her neck.

"Because I also have a knife, and you are distracting me."

"Am I?" he said against her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine.

"Ben… please."

"Ok, fine" he chuckled. "But only because that burger smells amazing and I'm famished" he said with a cheeky smile.

"Thank you" June replied, trying to focus on what she was doing and not on how close Ben's body had been to hers, on how he had made her feel. 

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“How does it feel lifting the league trophy, June?” Andrew asked.

“Honestly… best feeling ever” she said, a big smile on her face.

“How are you going to celebrate?”

“I don’t know yet. We may wait until the party on Tuesday with the boys to do something big and celebrate both titles together. But I heard there is pizza in the changing room, so that’s a beginning” she laughed.

“I like how that sounds” Jacob said. “What about you, Chilly? Anything to add?”

“Just congratulations. And behave yourself, Maxwell. I may have gone soft on you this season, but that may not happen on the next one” he smirked.

“I’ll try” she winked, noticing how Ben’s cheeks had turned a shade darker. 

“Ok, I think we can let June go eat that pizza” Andrew chuckled. 

“I think we can, yes” Jacob said. “Enjoy the summer, June. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, guys. You too” she smiled. “And you keep an eye on your phone” she whispered to Ben once her microphone was off. 

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“Are we doing something tomorrow or not?” Vittoria asked.

“I think I’m gonna be too tired, to be honest” Lauren yawned. They were on the bus on their way back to London, most of their teammates taking a nap or just catching up with their families after celebrating at the stadium.

“June?”

“I have plans” she said, her eyes fixed on her phone.

“Plans? With whom?”

“With Chilly, obviously” Lauren chuckled. “Are you taking your relationship to the next base?”

“There is no relationship” June replied, rolling her eyes.

“But whatever you have going on is going to the next base, isn’t it?”

“I would not complain if it happened” she smirked.

“June!” Vittoria laughed.

“What? The last time we met he was touchier than usual and I’ve been horny since then. I need a release.”

“Did she drink anything?” Vittoria asked Lauren. “She had never been this… open about her feelings for him.”

“I don’t have feelings for him.”

“Of course you don’t, June. Of course you don't” Vittoria said.

“Lauren, what is it?” June said, ignoring her other friend.

“Uh?” 

“You are giving me Leah’s judgy look. What is going on inside that head of yours?"

“It’s nothing. I’m just trying to decide when you are going to fuck up things with Chilly” Lauren shrugged.

“Lauren! Don’t be like that” Vittoria said. “This may work out, he may be the one!"

“He might, yes. But we both know June, and she could still ruin it.”

“Love the confidence” June replied. “But he isn’t the one or the love of my life. He is just a friend.”

“Yeah, yeah. A friend you don’t have feelings for and that you want to shag just because you are horny.”

“Exactly” she said, trying to keep all the things she had been feeling for him lately locked in the back of her head. All the times he had made her heart skip a beat with something he had said or with a smile. All the times she had felt funny things on her stomach when he had kissed her, touched her. They were just friends and nothing else, she couldn’t allow herself to think otherwise. It was too scary, and as Lauren said, she would definitely end fucking things up.

[prompts-by-anjali]

Hey! So I'm actually a writer and if you write nsfw prompts, could I ask for some of them? Not really anything in particular but like just the quotes? It's okay if you cannot :) but if you do think of writing it please number the prompts!! It would be of great help!! Thank youu ! <33

Also, I really love your prompts! Keep the blogs up! <3

Hi fellow writerrrr!!!! Omg thank you for asking, you're officially the first request! Woohoo! 💙 I'm currently keeping the blog more on the YA (young adult) side rather than the A (adult/new adult) side. So to answer your question: I won't be doing NSFW prompts or anything super explicit.

BUT I'm not about to leave you empty-handed! Feel free to take these ✨slightly✨ spicy and romance-y prompts and turn them up to the nth degree for your own writing <3 I kind of went off and did more than just dialog, but hopefully they're amusing at least! And thank you so much for the compliment, I'm glad you're enjoying the prompts! 💙💙💙

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-- prompt 1: hug with our mouths --

"Oh, no. That just happened. I can't believe that just happened."

"Did we just make out?"

"No, it was a hug with our mouths, idiot."

"Sarcasm. Noted."

"Gah, why did I do that? I feel so dirty!"

"… do you want to do it again?"

"No, of course I don't! What do you take me for? I don't -- I -- I -- shit. Shit!"

"Aw, you want to mouth-hug me. You're adorable like this. All hot and bothered."

"Fine. Get over here, stupid! Before anyone else comes back to check on us!"

"Sweet."

-- prompt 2: don't stop touching me --

A kissed B suddenly, without restraint. B's mouth moved against A's stiffly before jerking away. For a horrifying moment A thought they'd ruined everything. That they'd read everything wrong.

"I'm sorry. I didn't ask," A whispered, but B's eyes were unwaveringly locked on them.

"Do me a favor," B rasped.

"S-sure?"

"Don't stop touching me."

"Oh." A saw where their fingers had naturally intertwined, and B now was pushing their face into A's neck, devouring the skin-to-skin contact like they'd been starved of touch for years. "Oh, B. That's -- that's the easiest thing, honey. Just… do me the same favor?"

The words were like a switch. B jerked up met A's lips fervently.

"It's the same with me," B murmured between deep, core-melting kisses. A's mouth felt like it was on fire as B licked into it. B gave up on words after that, simply loving on A like there was nothing else in the world.

-- prompt 3: do you think i'm scared of you --

"So like, do you think I'm scared of you? Because even though Hero is, and even though I don't want to hurt your ego, it's just not true, dude," Sidekick said, tracing Villain's mouth with their fingers, watching in fascination as the corners slowly lifted.

"I would hope not," Villain drawled, tugging Sidekick in closer by the waist until their chests touched. "I do not make love to those who are petrified of me."

"You're so hot when you talk all fancy."

-- prompt 4: something really sultry --

"Hey, can you whisper something really sultry to me, in my ear, like in the romance novels?"

"Um what."

"Go on, pretend I'm like, just minding my own business but then you're a gorgeous stranger who sees me and wants me."

"Ew."

"C'mon! Please? Make it sensual."

"Fine. Uh, let me try. Ahem. Healthy communication. Respecting each other's independence. Loyalty. No pineapple on pizza."

"Whoa. Smash. Totally smash. In the backroom, right now."

"Pffft, what?"

"Oh, we weren't playing that game, were we."

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[fayedartmouth]

Fic snippet for @woudsohfiv

She's feeling under the weather, and I can't do much to comfort her except to let JJ be sick and get comfort instead.

JJ-centric snippet with John B. Probably set preseries, but it doesn't really matter. Everyone try to stay healthy out there!!

JJ can't remember what happened.

This happens, and he knows it.  Sometimes, it's his own fault.  Sometimes it's a beer too many or a little too much weed.  Sometimes, he's picked a fight he can't win, and he wakes up on his ass, blinking up at the sky, feeling lost.

It's not always his fault.  Sometimes it's a lost job.  Sometimes it's a bill that's not paid.  Sometimes he never knows what it is.  Sometimes it just is, and JJ can trace it back to the start and never find the reason why.

But this feels different.  He's in a bed, tucked in and safe.  His body is shivering while everything aches, and the entire world is tinged with white.  He feels the way his body finds no warmth beneath the blankets, teeth chattering as he blinks his eyes lazily at the ceiling.

It's the Chateau, he realizes dimly.  He's at the Chateau.

He turns his head, letting his head fall to the side. He sees John B, curled up, sound asleep in the armchair.  Someone has put all the blankets in the house on him, and John B looks cold.  JJ tries to sit up, tries to offer him one -- and immediately regrets it.

The room spins, and his ears ring. His heart starts pounding as his throat constricts, and the world dims to a pinprick of light as he gasps, short bursts of air that don't do anything.

He can't remember what happened.

Why can't he remember what happened?

"Hey," a voice breaks his thoughts.  It grounds him, pulling him back into himself.  "JJ, are you awake?"

It's John B.

Of course it's John B.

It takes a long moment for his eyes to focus, and even then, John B is fuzzy, the light haloed around him like he's some kind of damn angel.  He tries to speak, but his mouth can't seem to form words.

John B frowns, reaching up a hand and smoothing back his bangs. The touch is icy, and JJ shudders.  There's a whimpering sound, and he realizes only belatedly that it's him.

"You're burning up, bubba," he murmurs.

JJ thinks that he can make sense of this; but he's not sure he can't.

John B's frown deepens as he rests his hand on JJ's cheek.  The skin feels clammy beneath his fingers, but he doesn't have the energy to turn away.  "I know you said we can't go in for the flu, but I don't know."

That triggers something.  The flu.  JJ's got the flu.  John B had it first, and it swept through the whole friend group.  JJ got it last, and it had wiped him out.  He had had the good fortune to get sick here, at least.  And Luke's been too busy -- or too indifferent -- to fetch him home.

That was yesterday.

Or the day before.

JJ's not sure anymore.

"You've been really sick," John B says, biting his lower lip with worry.

He remembers bits of it now.  The first day, they'd played card games and watched shitty TV on the rabbit ears.  John B had made frozen pizza and fed him popsicles and ice cubes to make sure he stayed hydrated.  The fever had gotten bad, after that, and things were hazier.  Alternating bouts of chills and cold sweats, the fever racking his body until he was nearly insensate with pain and exhaustion.

The congestion had set in next, settling like a weight on his chest.  Even now, he can feel the constriction of each breath, grating in his throat as his head throbs.  John B had helped him to the bathroom; John B had held his hand.

John B's still here now.

With effort, he manages to swallow.  He starts trembling again, even more than before.  "I'm -- okay."

John B looks ready to laugh.  He makes a choked off sound, mixed with a cry.  "You're not okay."

"But -- you're -- here," JJ says, because that's what matters.

That's all he needs to know.

"I'm not a doctor," John B tells him flatly.

"Better," JJ says, voice growing weaker as his strength flags.  "You're a -- best -- friend."

Something settles in John B's expression -- something true, something real.  He smiles now, adjusting the blankets around JJ's chest.  "You think?"

JJ nods, murmuring his assent as his eyes start to get heavy again.

"Hey," John B says, jostling him back.  He holds out a pill, slipping it between JJ's lips before he can protest.  Then, he offers up a straw and JJ takes a short sip of water, just barely washing it down with a little choking noise.  "There.  That's better."

JJ shudders, not able to agree or disagree as he slips away again.  He can't remember what happened entirely, but he's pretty sure he knows what's going to happen next.

Because John B is here.  They're together at the Chateau.

"Everything okay," John B soothes, his fingers in JJ's hair, lulling him back into the darkness.  "Go back to sleep."

That's all JJ needs, in the end. 

[moonieshinesims]

Generation 2 - Chapter 3

Michiko spends her next week at school doing her thing, while Ako tries his best to lure in a potential blood donor...

Week 2 without mom & dad

Michiko started off the week in a good mood. She encountered another ghost...

"Michiko-prime! Michiko 1.0! The original Michiko!"

"Yep," the ghost said snidely, "you are your mother's child..."

"Why does everyone always say that like it's a bad thing?"

At school, Michiko's good mood wasn't exactly mirrored by everyone else.

"I only have two weeks left until I get to go off with mom and dad to the secret, but not-so-secret lair, or whatever it is they're putting together!"

"But then you'll have to leave me!" Phoenix seemed exasperated, "All alone, at this crap-hole of a school!"

River rolled her eyes, as if they wouldn't still see each other.

"Well, then, we gotta make the best of our last two weeks together!"

Meanwhile, Ako was having a hard time controlling his blood lust. He was hungry. It'd been about a week since he fed, and he really needed to feed.

He knew he had to do something before he ended up hurting Michiko, but who was he going to prey on? Who could he call over that would be willing to let him have their blood?

He remembered the idiot kid at high school - Dustin Broke. He'd been pretty easy to lure into that back room the week prior, perhaps he'd be willing to come over and donate a little blood again?

It really didn't take much convincing. Dustin came over the next afternoon, unfortunately a bit too early for Ako, as he was still asleep.

Michiko caught him on his way to the door however, and began a game of 21 questions.

"I'm Michiko. I live here. Again, it's like... winter? Why don't you have a shirt on?"

"I like not wearing shirts, okay?!" He huffed, "Where's Ako at?"

"Oh!" Michiko suddenly realized what the kid was here for, "He's still asleep actually. But you can come in and take a tour of our house!"

"...Okay." Dustin shrugged, he had time to kill.

Up in Michiko's room, a portrait caught Dustin's attention.

He was pretty good looking, was he one of Michiko's relatives?

"Oh! That guy's Claude René Duplantier Guidry! He's a ghost that talks to me in my dreams sometimes!"

Dustin turned back and stared at Michiko, he wasn't sure what to say to that!

"Anyways, you're here 'cause Ako asked you to come, yeah? I see you got some marks on your neck, are you two a thing?"

"WHAT?" Dustin nearly jumped out of his skin, "No! No way!"

"He's not that bad ya know..." Michiko smiled, slyly. "He's very smart, he can be sweet even though he pretends he's not, and he's a great cook!"

"Give him a chance!" Michiko nudged, "You might be surprised!"

She knew that Ako needed a willing blood donor around more often than not, and she also knew that he probably got lonely hanging out with her all the time. Maybe having Dustin around would be good for him?

Suddenly, from downstairs, they both heard Ako calling out for Dustin. Without even thinking, he turned on his heels and began walking out of Michiko's bedroom.

For the remainder of the night Ako and Dustin were no-where to be seen. Michiko wasn't sure if Ako had some hiding place inside the walls that he went into when he wanted to be alone, but she did hear loud noises, banging, and some wails throughout the night. Even after she'd decided to go to bed.

She figured it was best not to be too curious and let them have their fun.

The next few days at school were pretty relaxing. Michiko had fun with her friends and got all her homework done.

When the weekend rolled around, she talked on the phone with her mom and ordered a pizza for herself.

Ako came into the living room in the middle of one of her spooky movies. He did some stretching and waltzed around the rooms with a grin on his dorky face.

"Yeaaaah, well, we can talk about that when you're older."

"Hey, who do you think it was that talked him into giving you a chance?" Michiko smirked.

"You mean it wasn't my amazing looks and charming personality that convinced him to be my partner?"

"Whatever helps you sleep better during the day!" Michiko rolled her eyes and went back to her movie.

[shadie-dealing]

Some more reposting from the past..

(approximately age 9.. translated from memory)

... Momma is scared I think. She says we haffa be real quiet. I saw her go all still and funny.. the men that stared at us..

I have to leave school again. Miss Darcy was nice. She said my drawings are special.. but I won't get to see her anymore. Mom says we have to go back to Paragon. The islands aren't safe anymore... again.

I'm so tired of always moving.. I wish I had time to make friends. I don't want Momma to feel bad. I know she's trying to take care of me. I'm selfish.. I just want to go to the same school for more than year at a time.. I want to make friends..

I want to go to a slumber party.. They sound SO fun. You all sleep at one person's house, in like sleeping bags, but for fun, not cuz there's not a real bed. You stay up late, and eat pizza and cookies and drink lots of soda and watch movies. There's special games you play, like truth or dare.

I'm kinda scared of it.. but it also sounds really fun. I guess sometimes, they bully someone. I can't go to one.. cuz that'd be me. All the pretty pink girls would pick on me.. like they always do. I can't even be like.. pretty BROWN.. I'm just ugly grey.

I don't mean it.. not really. Momma would be so mad to hear that.. I like my skin.. it's pretty. Dark grey like the sky.

If I put glitter on.. I look like outer space..

It's so pretty..

But they don't think so. They think I'm ugly and weird.

Momma says my wings are beautiful. I like them. i can FLY with them!! They are small but strong.. like they feel special.. and my tail.. I love my tail.. it's part of me.. and Momma loves them. She says I'm lucky. Most people don't get extra parts that make them special.

I try SO hard to believe her. The other kids don't seem to think so.. they say I'm ugly.. a freak..only animals have wings or tails.. so My dad must be an animal.

I don't think that's true. Momma gets quiet and sad when I ask.. I don't ask anymore. She goes all quiet, and stares off into nothing.. remembering him. She.. really loved him. I know that. It's how she loves me.. I'm part of him. And he's gone. Momma loved him.. and I'm all that's left of him.

She never makes me feel like.. bad about it. I'm lucky. He was.. special, somehow. She thought so. And I am part of that.. and part of her. When I ask, she always talks about how I'm.. like.. her and him, in one person. And that's special.

I don't feel special like that, but I want to. I wish I knew more about him. What he was.. but Momma gets so sad.. SO sad.. I can't ask her any more.. I know it hurts her... that she wants me to know, but she can't tell me yet.

I can't wait to know. I bet he was.. amazing...

[doesdarlingexe]

For whoever you want (questions from your f/o): 🧸🍯✨☕️☀️

Doe & Incel <333 giggling and kicking my feet oh my god. also the pronouns shift around between "you" and "he" oops

🧸: what's your favourite memory of us?

Doe: I know I could say a new memory I made up just for this, but nothing can beat ending 5 from the time loop. I've cried multiple times, how couldn't I? "I'm so so so excited to spend time with you!", "I'm just so happy to be here with you". No matter how many loops, or what I do, he's infatuated with me and excited to be near me (even if that in itself has some consequences).

Incel: My favorite memory of us is our first dates. Whether it be a movie or dinner, watching him awkwardly struggle to pick the best dialogue option like an NPC was adorable, trying to seem caring and normal. Ordering for me with my usual order when I hadn't told him what I wanted, followed up with awkward stumbling of "oh haha lucky guess" when he realizes, trying to cover up his stalking. Just so happening to "stumble" on my interests and mention how he's totally so interested in the stuff I am even when he isn't. He learns to actually be more of himself along the way but it's cute how hard he fumbles the bag I love me a loser

🍯: what do you think is the sweetest thing I've done for you? there are so many sweet things you've done, I've lost count!

Doe: I appreciate the dead mice you leave at my door and on my pillow, but when I said I liked cats, I did not mean you. please stop that

Incel: this is phrased exactly the way he'd say it while trying to convince me to do something (while shaking and sweating and fumbling the bag) lmao. I do think it's really sweet how he tries so hard to make me happy. Even tiny things like making a ton of alts so it looks like my socials get more attention than they do, or getting on my socials while I'm asleep or away and mass blocking people he knows I dislike. Nothing that he does for my attention specifically, but smaller things that are really sweet if not a tiny bit strange. He doesn't know I know.

✨: what is a wish you'd like to make for me? or about our love?

Doe: I wish that you never feel like you're not enough or that you need to change for me ever again. I love you.

Incel: bro i wish you burn your mouth the next time you make pizza rolls and I hope the dead skin wont peel for days. haha L

☕: what's your favourite part about our morning routine together?

Doe: It depends on the loop, but post-game, I love when he wakes me up with a gift. I don't think he needs much sleep, because he's always awake when I fall asleep and awake when I wake up. Do I appreciate the actual gifts? no they're fucking awful and always worrying or gross. do I appreciate the gesture? immensely.

Incel: My favorite part is when you wake up late and come find me, silent before wrapping your arms around me without warning or kissing my head. Sleepy mumbles when I've been awake for hours, just wanting to come find me immediately so he can always be with me or touching me or spending time with me.

☀️: what is your favourite thing about our special, intricate love?

Doe: my favorite part about our love is just how devoted and doting he is, even if he doesn't quite understand he tries his best to show me love in his own way and it's nice learning how he expresses his love and how to show it back

Incel: I love how you try so hard to show me love in my way. putting all of your energy into me not just so you can show your love, but to make sure that I know how much you love me, too. It's adorable and sweet.

[starvette]

26th

Hey. Starting blogging again really helped. Something switched in me and I've been doing really well in some respects, but not all. I still don't work out every day or even every other day. I've been too stressed over getting medicine to post. Made and lost an internet friend over his being fat.

I just had like a three day pastry binge where I ate at least 15 of those and that made me want to come back here. At least most of them were vegan or just had a tiny bit of butter. Where do I begin this... I cut out fruit and grains and had a stunning improvement in skin. Then, perhaps out of fear it would go away, perhaps out of hating my bland diet, I promised myself one pastry cheat day every week. I felt so guilty I ate 90% vegan stuff but a lot of it is subpar. Sometimes it hits right and then other times it doesn't. And sometimes they haven't baked them (you know, specialty item for the freaks who care about something more than their own ass..let's take their money too) on the day I want them so I have to run around to 4 different stores. The first cheat day went alright. I ate 8.5 pastries. Then all I did was wait for the next cheat day, at times killing the remaining hours doing nothing. Started it early. Went insane from there. Toward the end had a belly ache which I NEVER get, but kept eating more because my cheat day was about to end and I had to get in as much as possible. Yep. Didn't even feel the flavor anymore. Just feel bread in my mouth. Couldn't stop eating though. Go out and feed it to birbs? Sleep and wait until belly ache lets up? Hell no. I finished it some nine or ten hours ago and still want more even now as I'm writing this. I'm letting myself eat amazing things today - lentil pasta with avocado. Tuna. Still want to binge. I incurred a 5700 calorie debt! Like. Obviously haven't weighed myself but I'm sure I'm back to 54. I finished Marya's book and started another one. It's a lot more childish but anything helps. Going from binge brain back into ana mindest is ruff stuff. Perhaps I should be excited, but I'm not.

Not sure what to do about cheat days now. Should I do one within 1500 limits? I'm just going to break it. Should I get pastries only from this one quality bakery and not supermarkets? Should I get one expensive vegan pizza? What about all the bad seed oils I'm getting from them? One mere pastry has so much oil it will skew my ratio upside down in just one day. Why am I blowing money on fish oil then? Why am I not more grateful for all the amazing opportunities I get?

I should quit cheat days. Get my dopamine from staring in the mirror at my clear face and from playing Tetris. I would sure like to go get one last binge in and THEN quit cheat days. I mean this. is. just. crazy. My brain fucking hurts. Honestly, this is so serious that maybe I should really think about installing some quality video game. Like we all secretly know Tetris is not it. I think they made Sims free. But then... I'll get addicted to those. (At this point you can picture me screaming because that's what I'm doing on the inside) So much for 'quitting all junk food forever' on May 5th. I forgot that I did that.

By the way, the gluten trial is clearly ruined.

Our hockey team beat Sweden! I'm watching the Canada game today. If I were smart I would bet a lot of money on these games I think. Surely they will lose to freaking Canada.

[biaswreckingfics]

Blurred Lines: Part 11

Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x Female Reader

Genre: Roommate AU, Acquaintances to Lovers AU, Fuckboy AU

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: swearing

Previous Chapter

Eric dramatically drops down onto the couch. His sweaty body halfway draping over Sophia as he takes a moment to catch his breath. Sophia grimaces at the wet clothes touching her skin but pats his arm lovingly anyway. Hyunjae plops down on the floor in front of you and leans back against the couch. His body equally sweaty.

Sunwoo walks out of his bedroom with a cardboard box in his hands, giving the guys an unamused look as he sees the two of them taking a break. "Really?"

"How have you accumulated even more shit than you had before?" Eric complains.

"I don't have that much more stuff," Sunwoo rolls his eyes.

"It's taken an entire extra load this time," Sangyeon walks back into your apartment with a deadpan expression. Clearly annoyed he got roped into helping Sunwoo move again. 

Sunwoo looks at the older man with an apologetic expression. "Okay. I have a little more stuff, but it's because I had more room here."

You listen to the boys bicker for a moment as you take in your, once again, trashed living room. Only this time, instead of feeling apprehensive and nervous, you just feel sad. It's official. Sunwoo is moving out. His background checks cleared the other day, and he signed the lease today. You're back to living on your own for a while.

"You guys are acting like you carried 500-pound boxes around," Kevin says in amusement as he chomps on a piece of pizza in the chair next to you.

Below you, you see Hyunjae's head whip toward Kevin, followed by a finger pointing in his direction. "Don't think I didn't notice you carried one box down, Moon."

Kevin shoves the rest of his pizza in his mouth and looks away innocently, causing Hyunjae to snort, "That's what I thought."

Sunwoo sets the box he's holding down before carefully sitting on it. He glances around the room, taking everything in with a thoughtful expression. Then, his eyes meet yours.

"I'm gonna really miss being here and seeing you every day."

Heat immediately creeps up your neck and warms your face. When the rest of the room zeroes in on you or looks between the two of you, you feel like you're going to burst into flames. "Me too."

The last few days, ever since Sunwoo talked to the apartment lady, the two of you have been hanging out at home together. You've been watching movies, playing games, and just… talking. Talking about everything under the sun. Your thoughts and fears, dreams and goals, past relationships, and how you've changed. You've talked about everything - except for your feelings for each other.

You have an inkling that Sunwoo might share the same feelings that you do. There were moments when he let small things slip through, but you didn't want to ruin your last moments as roommates, so you didn't push the issue. There'll be time for the two of you to have that discussion later. For now, you're happy to let your bond as friends continue to grow instead.

Laughter pulls you from your thoughts, and you glance around the room to find the rest of the guys teasing you and Sunwoo. 

"You can still hang out with each other."

"Yeah, you're moving five minutes away," Eric laughs with Hyunjae.

"He's gonna miss her," Hyunjae mockingly gives Eric big puppy eyes, causing you to slap the back of his head. He looks back at you like a wounded puppy before scooting out of reach and starting all over again.

Kevin joins in from the corner. "You must be a great roommate. Can I move in now?"

"Yeah, what'd you do? Sangyeon asks. "Cook for him?"

"Draw him a bath?" Hyunjae busts out laughing before he and Eric go on a tangent.

Sunwoo does his signature fake laugh as they tease both of you, but he eventually ends up kicking Hyunjae to get him to stop. You roll your eyes at the words, but you can't help but laugh at their antics. Plus, it's fun to watch them tease Sunwoo. Even if you’re collateral damage.

"You can always have sleepovers," Kevin suggests while wiggling his eyebrows.

You throw a couch pillow at Kevin, but Eric loves the idea. "Sleepovers! We should have a giant sleepover party!"

"Yeah… I don't think that's what Kevin meant," Hyunjae looks at Eric like he's dumb. 

"I know what he meant," Eric rolls his eyes, "but doesn't a sleepover with all of us sound fun?"

"It sounds like pure hell," Sunwoo comments, causing you to laugh.

A prideful expression crosses his features when he hears you laugh. You look away bashfully until Eric's idea of cramming all of them into your apartment reaches your ears.

"I hate to burst your bubble, but there's no way all of you are sleeping over here."

Eric's face falls, and he gives you a sad look, which irritatingly enough makes you want to take back your words.

"It's not that I don't think it sounds fun," you amend. "There's literally not enough room."

The room falls silent in disappointment before Sangyeon suggests, "We could go somewhere? Rent cabins for a week or something when the semester is over?"

"Oh. My. God," Eric sits up excitedly. "We have to do that! That'd be so fun!"

You and Sophia share a glance before she shrugs. "That actually does sound nice."

"We could invite the rest of the guys and their girlfriends too. Make a whole thing out of it," Kevin suggests.

You all share looks of excitement and anticipation before Hyunjae asks, "So, are we actually doing this?"

That's all it takes before everyone starts throwing out ideas, Sunwoo's boxes long forgotten. You think of places you can go, things you can do, and plan on making it a huge end-of-the-school-year trip. Though there's still another month of school left, it now gives you something to look forward to.

By the end of it, 15 of you are planning to go, including Sangyeon and Younghoon's girlfriends. Sangyeon searched for rental cabins while Hyunjae and Eric texted the rest of their friends to see if they were in. You and Sophia were in charge of coming up with things to do while there, and Sunwoo and Kevin were forced to figure out all the other small details in the meantime.

Once Sangyeon gets the okay from the rest of you on a set of cabins he found along a quiet lake, he calls the owner to make a reservation. The rest of you sit quietly in excitement as you watch him talk things through on the phone. 

"Okay! Thank you so much!" Sangyeon says, wrapping up the call. "Can't wait to see you either."

He hangs up the phone and looks down at it with a questioning expression on his features before looking up at the rest of you. "Was that a weird thing to say?"

"Who cares? Are we good to go?" Eric asks impatiently.

A giant smile overtakes Sangyeon's face. "We're booked for a week after finals!"

The group cheers excitedly, but Sangyeon immediately hushes them. "Hang on. Hang on. Let me tell you the details... Alright, we're renting three cabins. They each have two bedrooms and a couch. So, that means five to a cabin, and we will be taking turns with the couches."

"Personally, I think the couples should get the beds," Eric comments, causing Hyunjae to roll his eyes.

"Gee. I wonder why."

Sangyeon nods. "That makes the most sense. Three rooms for the couples, and then the rest of you can pair up to split the other three rooms and the couches."

"I'll take a couch," you find yourself offering.

It makes sense to you. You don't really want to share a bed with anyone. Maybe, you'd share a bed with Kevin or even Sunwoo if you had to, but you'd feel less pressured if you didn't have to worry about that. If you slept next to Sunwoo, you had a feeling you'd be too nervous to actually go to sleep and would toss and turn all night instead.

You feel someone's stare burning a hole into your head, and you glance around the room until you find the culprit. Sunwoo is staring at you, clearly lost in thought, until he feels your own stare on him, and he looks away. What? Is he bummed that you offered to sleep on the couch? Did he want to share a room with you? You shove the thoughts aside and begin mentally preparing to spend a week in total chaos.

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"Ah, ah. Get in the back with your girlfriend," Sunwoo stops Eric as he opens the passenger side door of Sunwoo's vehicle.

"But we're bros," Eric pouts, throwing a playful glare your way. "Why does she get the front seat?"

"Because she's nicer to look at than you are," Sunwoo comments as he shoves the rest of the luggage into the trunk.

You smirk as you take the passenger door from Eric and wave for him to go to the backseat with Sophia. He rolls his eyes before moving to the back door and throwing it open. You crawl into the familiar passenger seat and shut the door. A zap of excitement zooms through you, and you glance into the backseat to find Sophia. A contagious smile is on her face, and soon even Eric is smiling, clearly over his assigned seating. 

Sunwoo slams the trunk closed just as Sangyeon's car pulls up alongside you. He rolls the window down, and you glance in the back to see Jacob and Kevin waving. You wave back as Sangyeon asks, "Are you ready to go?"

Sunwoo comes to a stop by the driver's side door and leans over the roof of the car. "We're all set. Has anyone else left yet?"

"The others were meeting up at Chanhee and Changmin's place and taking off from there. They'll probably arrive right after us."

"Then, let's freaking go!" Eric yells excitedly from the back.

Sangyeon grins as Sunwoo climbs into the car and starts the engine. The excitement is palpable in the air. Sangyeon pulls ahead, and Sunwoo gets out onto the road behind him. You feel like you can bounce in your seat from giddiness. You've been counting down the days to this trip, and it's finally here! You were beginning to think it'd never come.

"What are we going to do when we get there? Go swimming? Make food? Start a fire?" Eric begins planning.

"Check-in would be my guess," Sophia responds drily.

You laugh, wondering how long Eric's been like this as the trip approached. Eric's always high energy, but you don't know if you've ever seen him this excited.

"Don't be lame," he responds.

"So, how have you been?" Sunwoo asks you as the two in the back fall into conversation.

You've only seen Sunwoo a handful of times since he moved out, and it was always in a group setting. You've actually seen everyone only a handful of times because you had all been so busy and stressed out with finals. Being in his presence now only reminds you of how drawn you are to him. Not that you could really forget, but you're suddenly reminded of how strong his allure is.

"I'm just glad the year is over, and we get a break.”

"Me too. Finals were freaking rough," he agrees. "I'm sad we weren't able to hang out a lot, though."

"Well, we have an entire week to make up for that."

A mischievous grin spreads across his face. "That we do."

Noticing the silence in the backseat, you turn around to see Eric and Sophia not so subtly listening in on your conversation. Before you can say anything, Eric asks, "Did you two ever make out?"

Your eyes widen while Sophia smacks him, and he turns and looks at her incredulously. "Why are you hitting me? You want to know too!"

You immediately turn back around in your seat, feeling your face flush. Glancing over at Sunwoo, you see a smirk on his face, but you certainly don't expect him to say his next words. 

"Unfortunately, not yet."

For a second, you forget how to breathe and Sunwoo definitely notices. He laughs before reaching over and patting your thigh a couple of times. When he leaves his hand splayed out on your bare skin, you can't decide if your lightheadedness is from his actions or a lack of oxygen... Both. Definitely both. Also… bless you for deciding to wear shorts today.

The warmth of his hand spreads throughout your body when Eric says something about now knowing the perfect dare. Sunwoo jokingly replies about now having to choose dare when it's Eric's turn. Your heart pounds so hard in your chest that you almost question if you're having a heart attack.

Thankfully, the rest of the ride doesn't involve teasing you. Sunwoo eventually removes his hand from your thigh so you can think. If it wasn't obvious what you're in for this weekend before, it most certainly is now. Not to mention, there's more to Sunwoo's flirting than his normal "make a girl squeal" that he usually has going on. There's something in the way he watches you that confirms he has feelings for you. You had a hunch before, but now you're almost positive.

"Oh my god, there's the sign!" Eric yells, making your ears ring. Normally, you'd be annoyed, but you're too excited. It's finally happening! Your fun week-long getaway has arrived!

Sangyeon puts on his blinker and turns into a copse of trees, Sunwoo soon following behind. The gravel drive is hilly, and with the trees surrounding you, it feels like you've been transported to another world. It certainly isn't like the urban streets you're used to.

A cluster of wood cabins comes into view, and a grin breaks out on your face. The lake is visible behind the cabins, and the sun glitters off of the calm water. You couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day.

Sangyeon parks his car in front of the office, and when Sunwoo parks next to him, you all get out and inhale a big whiff of fresh air. While Sangyeon and his girlfriend head into the office, the rest of you talk excitedly about your upcoming week of fun. Eric and Kevin take off in-between two cabins to look at the lake, while Jacob and Sunwoo come up with everyone's first move. You and Sophia walk up to what appears to be an empty cabin and peek in through the windows to get a hint of your accommodations. When you turn back around, you see Sunwoo leaning against his car, watching you with a light smile on his face. You smile back and move to go stand by him when two other cars pull down the drive.

You can hear the excited chatter through their open windows as the rest of your friends arrive. Hyunjae leans out the window and lets out a "woo-hoo" that's immediately cut off when Changmin turns around and smacks him. The noise draws the attention of the rest of your friends, and they all wander to the parking lot.

Sangyeon and his girlfriend walk out of the office, dangling three sets of keys in their hands. Thankfully, someone planned ahead on who'd be sharing cabins, and Sangyeon hands the other two sets of keys to those he deems responsible. Keeping the keys for his cabin himself, he turns and hands Jacob one set. He then scans the crowd, skipping Sunwoo and Eric - much to their dismay - to hand Haknyeon the third set.

Once the keys are claimed, Sangyeon has about two seconds to point in the general direction of their cabins before the crowd takes off running. Their vehicles long forgotten. Even though it's pretty clear who's sleeping where, they still run to fight for the best rooms. The only ones left standing are the four girls - you, Sophia, Sangyeon’s and Younghoon's girlfriends - and Sangyeon himself.

He turns to his girlfriend and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Brace yourself, love. It's going to be a long week."

"Okay, dad," Sophia snorts before turning to you. "First mission of the trip: Get Sangyeon drunk off his ass."

You smirk and look back at him. "Sounds good to me."

The rest of your group moves to follow the noise coming from one side of the property. As you get to the three cabins, you see you're on the far end of the rental place. Whether that's because the owner wanted to tuck you away or they figured it'd be nice to be on the edge didn't matter. It gave you your own small, private beach, and it's awesome.

You make a mental note to explore outside before following Sophia into your cabin. The inside is cute and cozy, with tacky little trinkets and decorations scattered throughout. The wooden walls make the space feel warm and small and give off the "You're in the middle of nowhere" vibes. Sophia finds Eric in one of the rooms, and you move to inspect the couch. It's brown and looks worn, but it's long enough to do the trick, so you set your bags down on the cushions.

A TV rests pushed into the corner, but unless it rains, it'll be of no use to you. A small, circular table sits right next to the little kitchenette and in front of a patio door that leads out to the back deck. You move to take a look out the sliding glass door, and a smile spreads across your face. 

The lake shines, taking up most of the view, and you see a couple of small boats tied up to a dock in between two of the cabins. To the right is a private beach and much to your childish delight, a small park in the sand. The bonfire pit sits toward the edge of the beach with nice wooden chairs just waiting to be claimed.

"Do you want to stick your stuff in my room?" Sunwoo's voice reaches your ears, and you turn to face him. "That way it won't be out in the open for everyone to see."

"Thank you. That'd be great."

He grabs your bags without another word, and you follow him to the room he and Haknyeon are sharing. He places your stuff against the wall next to his and faces you. "Feel free to come in here whenever."

Before you can say anything back to him, Eric fills up the doorway. "They're grilling behind Jacob's cabin if you're hungry."

He turns around and makes a beeline for the back door. Sophia follows after him, shooting a "you two are standing in his bedroom in a soon-to-be empty cabin" look. Exasperatedly, you roll your eyes and look back at Sunwoo, who's smirking in Sophia's direction. Obviously, you aren't the only one who caught her message.

He looks at you and raises his brows like he's saying, "your move". Nervousness overwhelms your system, and you quickly leave his bedroom, squeaking, "Let's go eat!"

Sunwoo's laugh follows you out of the cabin.

A few hours later, after everyone had a filling dinner and exhausted themselves from playing in the lake or screwing around on the playground, you all gather around the bonfire pit that someone started amid the chaos. Alcohol is getting passed around, as well as items to make smores, and you find yourself dropping onto one of the wooden chairs with a happy smile on your face.

The lake laps quietly on the shore to your right, and you turn your head to see the sun setting behind the trees on the other side of the lake. Today has been absolutely perfect, and the night is just getting started.

The sound of someone sitting next to you catches your attention, and you turn to see who it is. The delicious smell of his cologne hits you before his striking face comes into focus. You smile at Sunwoo as he holds out a plastic cup for you to take.

"I have no idea how this tastes, but Eric made them, so assume there's a shit ton of alcohol in it."

You laugh as you take the cup and watch Sunwoo bring his own cup to his plump lips. It only takes a second for him to grimace at the taste, but he continues to drink it for a few more gulps before he pulls it away.

"Jesus christ," he says, blinking a few times. "If you want a different drink, just say the word. I will not be offended."

You take a tiny sip from the cup and jerk back when the taste hits your tongue. "Oh my god, it tastes like straight rubbing alcohol."

Sunwoo reaches over and takes the cup from your hand, dumping them both out in the sand behind you. When he looks back at you, he says, "Our secret, okay?"

Once you nod, he gets up and goes over to the picnic table that's all set up with alcohol. You watch him make you a new drink, pushing away Eric when he tries to come help. Then, he comes back over to you.

"Okay. Let's try this again." He hands you the cup. "Now, I will be offended if you don't like this because this is my special blend."

"What's so special about it?" You bring the drink up to your nose and smell it, feeling pleased when a fruity aroma reaches you.

He gives you a cheeky grin. "It's made by me."

You huff out a laugh before letting the contents of the cup slide into your mouth. A burst of fruitiness fills your senses, and only a hint of alcohol is there. Sunwoo waits patiently for you to decide if you like it. You nod and then give him a thumbs up.

"This is really good. Thank you."

"Once again, your taste is impeccable."

Your brows furrow as you question, "When was the first time it was impeccable?"

"When you said you liked me," he smirks.

Thankful that it's getting dark and it's harder to see your facial expressions, you bring the cup to your lips and take a big long swig of it. Once you feel you've got a hold of yourself, you look back at Sunwoo and ask, "So, how's having your own place?"

His lips pull down. "It's not bad. I have room for all of my stuff, but it's quiet…"

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"I miss living with you. I had a lot of fun at your place. It was nice to hang out every day."

You're stunned by the sudden confession, but you find yourself agreeing. "It's certainly not the same without you there. I don't know what to do with myself half the time."

He smiles into his cup. "I'm free this summer. We can go back to our old ways of hanging out on your couch."

You laugh. "Does that sound appealing?"

"Of course, it does," he looks up at you with an intense stare.

"Okay…" You quietly respond.

"Sunwoo!" Someone yells from across the fire, pulling his attention. 

You take the moment to admire him while he's not paying attention. The fire reflects off his face, making him appear even more gorgeous than he normally does. If that's even possible. He looks ethereal, like a God.

It also hits you how much you've missed him. Having these small, simple conversations with him brought you a lot of joy, and you're so happy to be in this moment. To be near him. You find you don't want to go that long without seeing him again.

Sunwoo turns back to you. "Do you want to make some smores?"

"Sure," you nod, causing him to get up and grab the ingredients for you.

He comes back and hands you a metal pole to hold while he pushes a marshmallow onto the tip. He pushes one onto his own, and then you both place the white puff balls into the flames in front of you. The two of you discuss the antics of the others, how drunk everyone is getting, and everything else you can think of, which is probably how you burn three marshmallows to a crisp.

Once you whack the charred goo into the fire pit, Sunwoo takes your pole from you, shoving another marshmallow on the end. "Let me make it this time."

You can't help but laugh at yourself and laugh even louder when Jacob pouts that you're wasting all the "gooey goodness".

"How do you like it?" Sunwoo asks, causing you to raise your brows.

"How do I like what?" You mischievously respond.

Sunwoo's head whips back toward you with a parted mouth. When he sees your amused look, he says, "Your smores, you little shit."

A laugh is ripped from you, and you feel emboldened thanks to the alcohol in your system. "However you give it to me, Sunwoo."

You hear him mutter under his breath. "Jesus christ."

A couple of the guys try to get his attention, but he tells them that he's busy as he fixes your smore for you. He smushes the graham cracker pieces together and blows on it before facing you.

"Come here."

You lean over the arm of your chair and start to reach for the smore, but Sunwoo pulls it away from you.

"Uh uh. You can't be trusted to not somehow mess it up."

When you open your mouth to protest, Sunwoo pushes the smore lightly against your lips. You hold his stare as you take a bite of the sweet treat, but your eyes fall closed as the flavor explodes in your mouth.

You hum as you swallow. "Wow, that's good."

"Yeah, it is." Sunwoo's voice comes out a bit choked, and you open your eyes to look at him. He clears his throat and hands you the rest of your smore so he can assemble his own.

You turn to face the fire again and take a moment to survey the group. The rest of them are getting progressively drunk. Some are sitting in the seats around the fire, some are pushing each other on the swings at the playground, and a couple have disappeared for the night.

"I'm really glad we did this," you decide to say, and Sunwoo agrees.

"I'm happy we could all make it."

Changmin stumbles up to Sunwoo and starts pulling on his arm. "Come here. I want to show you something."

"Later," Sunwoo replies, pulling his arm away.

Changmin's brows furrow as he tries to figure out why he's being denied, but then his eyes travel up to you, and a drunk understanding seems to enter them. He leans down to whisper to Sunwoo, but he might as well have been shouting because you can hear him clear as day. "Are you having a date with your girlfriend?"

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest as Changmin makes eye contact with you. Butterflies erupt in your stomach when he continues on. "You're right. She's very pretty."

"Okay!" Sunwoo's voice raises. You try to decide if there's an edge of panic in it or if he's just trying to do damage control. "Why don't you show Chanhee whatever it is?"

Changmin pouts. "I already did."

"Juyeon, then!" Sunwoo suggests, seeing an opportunity as the older man walks by.

Changmin sighs. "Fine…"

When he turns away, Sunwoo eyes you from his peripheral vision before turning to fully face you. He bites his lip for a moment as he tries to figure out what to say after that. However, you decide it's time to mess with him some more.

"So, you think I'm pretty?"

He meets your stare, and you notice his eyes twinkling, much like the stars above you. "I think you're beautiful."

"Oh…" you let slip out. You always expected Sunwoo to tease you, and time and time again, he manages to surprise you. The fact that he called you beautiful is barely registering yet. You clear your throat. "And was that before or after I became your girlfriend?"

His lips quiver as he fights a smile. "Oh, definitely before. I've been bragging about you since day one."

A giddy feeling flows through your body. His stare is so intense - so caressing - that you have to look away. You face the fire and watch the logs snap and pop. Flames dance before your eyes as you debate where to go with this conversation. 

Both of you are tipsy, at the very least. If you're going to discuss potential relationships, you'd prefer you both be one hundred percent present. You don't want a single misunderstanding, but that doesn't mean you can't talk about other things.

"What are you looking for in your next relationship?"

He looks slightly surprised by the question but leans back to give it some thought.

"I want to be able to have that trust with someone again. That feeling of knowing your person will always have your back and your best interests at heart," he starts. "A sense of security, I guess… I want to feel so loved… like I'm someone's everything, but I don't want to be their entire world. I want them to be their own person. I want to root for them as much as they root for me." He faces you. "Does that sound stupid?"

You swallow, noticing how dry your throat has gone. "Not at all."

"I don't know," he turns away again, looking down at his cup. "A part of me is afraid. The one relationship I really gave my all to slapped me in the face. I'd like to have a relationship like that again, but with a better outcome. I don't want to feel worthless again."

You were going to stay quiet and let him talk, but you couldn't let that statement pass without a rebuttal. "Sunwoo, you're so far from worthless. It's not even funny. You're brave and kind. You push people to try things because you know they can handle it. You pay attention to the things most people think don't even matter, and you stick up for the people you care about without a second thought. You're an amazing friend, and I know you'll be an amazing partner to anyone worthy enough to be with you."

It takes a minute or so before he finally looks up at you again. "Thank you."

"I'm only telling you the truth," you shrug.

He hums. "What about you? What are you looking for?"

You take a deep breath and let yourself become hypnotized by the fire. For some reason, you feel like you could spill all of your secrets here, and both the fire and Sunwoo would harbor them until the end.

"I want someone who makes me feel valid and important. Someone who will let me explore a new hobby every single day even if they think it's stupid. Someone who will cheer me on instead of bringing me down and make me prove my worth all of the time," you admit. "I don't want to feel small and insignificant. I want to feel loved and cherished, and safe. To be fair, I think that's all anyone wants."

"I'll cheers to that," Sunwoo holds his cup up, and you lightly knock yours against it.

The two of you stay silent for a little bit. Both of you are lost in your own worlds, but you don't want this deep conversation to end. You want to tell Sunwoo even more stuff that'd be hard for you to say normally.

"You're really easy to talk to," you tell him. "I don't feel like you judge me at all."

"I don't," he says, leaning his head back against the chair. "People have done nothing but judge me for years. They think I'm a dick or a whore, an asshole, and I don't want to make people feel that way."

You glance over at him. "I don't think you're a dick or an asshole. There was a time I thought you were a whore, though."

He looks at you in amusement, and you bring your hand up, pinching your thumb and forefinger close together. "Just like a tiny bit of a whore."

He laughs, and you smile. He knows how you felt about him, and you've apologized multiple times, so you feel like you can joke about it now. Plus, there's nothing better than Sunwoo's laugh, and that's all you want to hear.

"I've been wanting to thank you for quite some time," he admits.

"For what?"

"For taking the time to get to know me. The real me," he sighs. "You didn't care about my reputation, and you didn't try to get in my pants like every other girl that spends time with me. You just looked at me like I was another guy and learned who I am as a person. That meant a lot to me."

You give him a small smile. "You know, I really didn't want you to move in with me at the beginning, but now, I wouldn't have had it any other way. I'm so happy I had the chance to get to know you and that you're in my life now."

He searches your face like he's working up the nerve to say something, but then his eyes dart past you. You turn to see Jacob quietly walking up to you. He gives you both a tired smile before saying, "I'm going to bed. Can you guys put the fire out when you're done?"

"Sure," Sunwoo nods to him while you look around the bonfire. Not a single soul is outside with you. Everyone else has gone inside and probably passed out. You pull out your phone and tap the screen to check the time.

"Wow, I didn't realize how late it already was."

"I don't know how we missed everyone going inside."

"Good conversation," you smile as he stands up.

He looks around for a stick and finds the one Sangyeon was using to stoke the fire. "That it was. Are you still good, or are you ready for bed?"

As much as you'd like to stay up and talk to Sunwoo until the sun comes up, exhaustion hits you. That, paired with the knowledge that the rest of the guys will probably wake you up with their loudness tells you that you should go to sleep.

"Bedtime."

Sunwoo nods in agreement and begins breaking the fire down. You head to the lake, discarding what’s left in your cup as you go and fill it up with lake water before joining him at the fire and dumping it on the flames. The wood sizzles, fading to red embers, and when Sunwoo decides it's okay enough to leave for the night, the two of you walk to your cabin.

"Do you have enough blankets and pillows?" He asks as the two of you step onto the back deck.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," you slow down when you notice he's come to a stop.

When you turn to face him, he lets out a quiet, "Okay".

The two of you silently stare at each other. Your eyes both searching the others. Then, he glances down to your lips, and his gaze stays there. Your mouth parts and you try to inhale air because it suddenly feels like you can't breathe. Is he going to kiss you? Right now?

Your stomach swirls with nerves until Sunwoo closes his eyes. It looks like it pains him to do so, but he does it. When he opens them again, the look of desire that was taking over his face is pushed down, hidden wherever he usually keeps it. His eyes come back up to yours, and he gives you a sweet smile, though it does little to lessen the disappointment you feel.

"Goodnight."

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