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Ain't Right part 2
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: It's the holiday season and Joel is a Scrooge.
Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI, age gap (56/20), swearing, p in v, unprotected sex, size kink, oral sex (m!receiving), SQUIRT, creampie, threats of violence, alcohol
Celia's note: uhm hello??? what the flip thank y'all sm for all the love on my first post!! I got so many requests to make a part 2 so dinner's ready y'all dig in!!!!
Read the first part! > part 1
Jackson looked so pretty this time of year. The Christmas lights, the snowmen, the comfy sweaters and chocolate chip cookies; you loved it all.
Especially gift-giving.
To you, there was really nothing better than seeing someone's face light up when they open a present.
This year, there was someone special you planned to go all out for.
It had been 3 days since Joel Miller fucked you in his house, on his bed.
You hadn't stopped replaying the moment in your mind, especially the part when he finished all over your stomach.
However, it just so happens that after those amazing thirty minutes, Joel was called away by Tommy.
He had to leave and do something that you weren't allowed to know about. Undoubtedly some dangerous mission that pained you to think about.
So your victory was short-lived.
But, like the gentleman he was, he walked you home and made sure you were okay before he left. You wanted to kiss him goodbye, but felt too nervous to do so.
You don't know whyâhe literally had his cock in you a few moments prior.
Yet you couldn't, and just had to watch him walk away.
Now, you haven't seen him in three days and were starting to get serious withdrawals. Whatever he was up to couldn't have come at a worse time.
You finally had the taste of his perfection, now he was gone, leaving you to deal with your desire alone.
You tried to preoccupy yourself with helping set up all the Christmas decorations around town as well as baking an absurd amount of treats.
You also managed to get him a little gift in the meantime, stuffing it in the cutest box with the prettiest wrapping paper.
God, you hoped he'd come back soon.
And luckily, he did!
You had heard from Maria that everyone had returned from their tripâsafe and sound.
She had also told you that she was throwing a little Christmas get-together at her and Tommy's house to celebrate.
She was careful to mention that Joel would be in attendance.
So, that night, you whipped up your signature cinnamon apple recipe and put on your cutest outfit.
You topped it with some fuzzy reindeer antlers because you were in a very festive mood.
As you walked alone to Maria and Tommy's, you were freezing your ass off in your skirt and sweater. You wore tights with your skirt in hopes that it would help with the cold, but who were you kidding?
You didn't care, though. You just cared if Joel thought you looked pretty or not.
You pranced up the steps of their porch, letting yourself into the house and getting immediately bombarded by the hoard of people inside.
Maria made it seem like it was going to be a small thing, but the entire Jackson population seemed to be in her living room.
Thankfully, Tommy catches you come in and walks up to greet you. "Hey there stranger," He grins, looking down at the dish in your hands. "What you got there?"
"Brought desert," You chirp, handing it to him with a proud smile.
"Well well," He muses as he takes the glass container from you, looking it over with surprise. "Didn't think you could tie your own shoes, let alone bake anything."
You roll your eyes before scoffing. "You're just mad because I can tie my shoes and bake something before you can conjure a coherent thought."
Tommy fakes a wince before chuckling. "Alright, touché kid. We're gonna be playing charades in a little bit so stick around, alright?"
You nod, having absolutely no intention of 'sticking around' for charades. Tommy wanders off with your apples, finally giving you a moment to survey the party.
Obviously, you were looking for one person in particular.
You squeezed through all the crowds of people, scouring what felt like every room in the house.
But no dice.
Joel was nowhere to be found and sadness washes over you like a tidal wave.
Was he doing this on purpose?
Torturing you by depriving you of his presence? This was hell.
You plant yourself by the special eggnog and down several glasses to take the edge off.
You were tipsy in no time, it really didn't take much. It was like Maria just dumped an entire bottle of vodka in the bowl and splashed some milk in it. It was disgusting, really, but it was getting its job done.
As you hunched yourself over the bowl, someone tapped you on your shoulder.
You spin around, your hopes high.
"Joel!âOh. Hi Connor." The disappointment you feel inside displays clearly in your tone.
You're now face to face with the boy who has been unsubtly trying to sleep with you for months.
"Hey there! You look fucking great tonight." He flirts, a smug grin on his face.
You grimace because you know he thinks he's so cool, even though you'd rather die than stand here with him right now.
"Thanks." You say flatly, turning back towards the eggnog and pouring yourself another glass. For some reason, Connor takes this as an invitation to step closer, now invading your space.
You don't even bother trying to hide your disgusted expression. His cologne is attacking your nostrils, and it doesn't even smell good.
"That skirt looks amazing on you." His eyes unabashedly drag along the skin of your legs, making you shiver in disgust. He takes it too far when his hand comes up to brush your arm.
"You come here with anyone?" He coos, leaning against the food table like he was hot shit or something.
You couldn't stand this douche. Just as you were about to tell him to fuck off or something, you feel someone looming over you.
"She did." A gruff voice comes from behind you, and you immediately recognize that it could only be one person.
You whip around, your face lighting up at the sight of Joel.
His expression is settled into a natural scowl, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at the boy in front of you both. Even though he looked scary as shit, he was so fucking hot.
You're instantly horny just at the sight of him.
Connor scoffs, looking between the two of you, but your eyes stayed glued to Joel.
"Really? Him? But he's likeâan old man." Connor spits, which immediately earns a glare from you.
Just as you're about to cuss him out, Joel beats you to it.
"Walk away before this old man breaks your jaw." His voice is stern, not to be tested.
It makes your core tighten with need.
Hearing the threat that he assumes to be all too real, Connor doesn't waste time scurrying off.
You turn back towards Joel, a warm, relieved smile spreading across your face. âHi,â You whisper, wanting to hug him so bad but holding yourself back because he wasnât a big fan of PDA. âM'so glad you're back." You do, however, step closer into his personal bubble.
His face softens when he finally looks down at you, and you can almost swear you see his lips curling up into a smile.
"Yeah, me too, kid." He husks out, looking between you and the bowl of half-empty eggnog. "Enjoyin' yourself?" He asks with somewhat of a disappointed look on his face, clocking that you were a little tipsy.
"Now I am." You answer truthfully, beaming up at him. "Have you been here the whole time? I was looking for you earlier but I couldn't find you."
Joel shifted on his feet, sliding his hands in his pockets. "Just got here. Tommy was talkin' my ear off at the door." He explained, an exasperated look on his face.
You laughed and nodded, knowing you both shared that experience.
"Are you having a good time, though?" You ask, actually curious because he seemed like he would rather be anywhere else right now.
He shrugs, brushing a hand through his short hair. "This Christmas holiday crap is givin' me a fuckin' aneurysm." He huffs out with complete honestly, scratching the back of his neck.
"What? Really? Why?" The shock and bewilderment in your voice isn't lost on Joel.
He sighs out, knowing you're about to explain the magical spirit of the season or whatever.
"The blizzards, people spazzin' out over gifts, all 'cause some fat guy is coming down chimneysâs'all just ridiculous."
You want to giggle at how actually annoyed he sounded, but you hold it down.
Grouchy old man.
"I'd let you come down my chimney," you flirt, but then correct yourself. "I have let you come down myâ"
Joel shoots you a glare, daring you to finish your sentence.
You know when to cut your losses, so you don't.
"Well, speaking of gifts," You start, rummaging in your bag to pull out your present for him. You hold it up, the pink wrapping paper making him cock an eyebrow. "Merry Christmas, Scrooge."
Joel feels an unfamiliar feeling swimming around in his stomach at the sight.
He slowly takes the box from you, looking at it like it was a puzzle.
He really wasn't expecting anything from you. But he supposed people who have had the other persons genitals inside them should probably give them something for Christmas.
He finds himself very pleasantly surprised.
After a moment, he finds something to say.
"Couldn't find some manlier wrapping paper?" He coughs, his voice low but it's obvious he's joking with you.
You roll your eyes and scoff. "Just open it!"
Joel somewhat grins at your impatience but finally starts to open the box.
That grin drops off his face after he sees the contents, an immediate bittersweet feeling swelling in his chest.
You're watching his face so intently, so scared that he didn't like it based on his reaction.
Joel pulls out the watch from the box, clutching it tightly. He's not saying anything, so you hear yourself start to ramble.
"Do you like it? I just saw that the watch you wear is broken so I figured I'd get you a new one. If you don't like it I can take it back."
You're starting to crumble underneath the weight of his silence, anxiety bubbling in your gut. Just as you're about to ask him if he's okay, Joel finally looks back at you.
"S'real great. Thank you." His tone is genuine, you can tell he's telling the truth. But why does he look so pained?
"Of course." Your murmur, your eyes searching his. After a moment of silence, you clear your throat. "There's one more thing, actually."
Joel's shoulder slump. "You got me another present?" He asked tiredly, looking at you with disbelief.
A guilty smile paints your face before you gesture for Joel to follow you. "It's upstairs. C'mon."
He doesn't know how much more his heart could handle.
Reluctantly, he follows you up the stairs, wondering why you had a gift waiting for him in Tommy's guest bedroom.
You open the door and close it behind you both, purposefully not turning the lights on.
Joel walks into the center of the room, standing aimlessly and confused as to why you hadnât flipped the light switch yet.
But then he hears the rustling of clothes and when you eventually turn the lights on, you're wearing nothing but a bra and panties.
His cock immediately gets hard.
"What do ya think you're doin'?" He whisper yells, trying to keep his eyes on your face but that proves to be impossible because your tits looked so good in lace.
"What? You don't like it? I bought it for you." You give him a 360 and he has to brace himself against the bed.
Fuck you looked good.
He sits down on the mattress, dragging a hand down his jaw in thought.
He's debating if he's really about to fuck you in his brother's house.
Why were you always making him go against his morals?
A few seconds of silence pass between the two of you before Joel snaps his eyes back to your figure.
"C'mere."
Got 'em.
You squeal excitedly before running over, slotting yourself between his legs and placing your hands on his shoulders.
In turn, his large hands come out to hold your hips, his gaze zeroing in on your perfect-looking cleavage that he was now eye-level with.
Just as he was about to slide his hands up to grope your breasts, you sink down to the floor.
Joel's puzzled as he watches you get on your knees, looking up at him with those mischievous eyes. He truly has no clue what you're up to, that is, until you bring your lips to the bulge in his jeans.
You place the softest kiss on his clothed hard-on, earning a groan from him.
Now he knows what you're trying to do.
He juts his hand out, holding you firm by your shoulder.
"You ain't gotta do that, sweetheart." Joel says softly, probably the softest you've ever heard him say anything.
Your body erupts in goosebumps when you hear the endearing pet name slip so effortlessly from his lips.
"I want toâbeen wanting to since, like, forever." You murmur, nuzzling your cheek against his inner thigh.
Joel wasn't sure what to think right now.
His past romantic experiences taught him that blowjobs were a hassle for womenâsomething that they did only if they felt they had to.
But here you were, looking up at him with those wide eyes and wanting nothing more than his dick in your mouth.
You surprise him everyday.
His dick has literally never been harder, especially when you finally start unzipping his pants to let it spring free.
You gaze up at him again, waiting for his green light.
Joel had one hand white-knuckling the edge of the bed, while the other gently caressed the side of your head.
He offers a short nod of approval, already trying not to come just by the sight of his cock so close to your face.
You waste absolutely no time in grabbing the base of his dick with both hands, gingerly licking at his tip to warm him up.
Joel throws his head back, groaning at the feeling.
You tilt it up so you can drag your tongue all the way up his shaft, then bring your mouth down on his tip.
"Fuck," Joel curses, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before snapping back open, not being able to look away from you.
Tears are falling from your eyes the farther you go down on him, the sensation of his head poking the back of your throat was making you dizzy.
But you don't stop. You're eager to please.
Your hands pump at the length you can't reach, while your warm mouth and tongue swirl around him.
You're too good at this, and Joel knows he's not gonna last long.
He can't help it when his hand in your hair turns into a fist, tightly gripping the strands like he was afraid you might go somewhere.
You moan when he accidentally pulls your hair forwards, forcing you deep on his cock. You bet he didn't even realize what he just did, based on the way his chest was heaving and his face looked so lost in pleasure.
You gag and more tears spill from your eyes, but you don't even dream about lifting off. If Joel was getting off on this, you were going to do more of it.
You moan, still keeping his cock in your mouth as you try to go even deeper down on it.
"Oh fuckâ" Joel suddenly yanks your mouth off his cock, breathing heavily as he stares down at you.
You cough and sputter at the loss, looking up at him with that same fucked out expression you had last time.
"Why?" You manage to whine, wondering why he stopped you before he came.
Joel doesn't answerâinstead he picks you up by your armpits and places you on the bed.
The quick change almost gives you whiplash, but Joel's surprisingly steady and husky voice guides you.
"On your stomach, pretty girl." He mutters as he taps your leg in a gesturing manner.
...Was he trying to kill you with that bedroom voice of his?
A whimper crawls its way out of your throat, your body having an audible reaction to his sweet words.
You flip over onto your stomach, instantly arching your back for him.
Being the impatient man he was, he rips your panties and throws them to the side in a lust-driven blur.
You literally didn't even care. Sure, they were new, but you'd just find another pair. The only two thoughts in your mind right now was Joel and Joel's dick.
Something warm and soft prods at your entrance before slipping to wedge between your folds, gathering up your slick.
You try to push back on it, but Joel holds you still, making you lose the rest of the small amount of composure you had left.
"Joelpleasefuckme," You sob, your cunt weeping for his cock. "need you so bad it hurts,"
You reach back, your hand finding his that was holding your hip and squeezing it.
Joel didn't want to admit to himself how much he loved the neediness in your voice, your obvious desperation made him harder.
"M'gettin' there, don't gotta beg me baby." He mutters, his hand that you grabbed intertwining with your fingers. His other hand was rubbing circles in the skin around your hips.
You feel that same sensation of his tip, but then Joel also brings his chest down to engulf your back.
You're already trembling, but when he begins to pepper kisses down the nape of your neck and back, all while slowly sheathing himself inside your pussy...
You effectively lose your mind.
"OhFUCKJoelloveitsomuch," You blabber, not having enough strength to hold yourself up anymore so your head drops into a pillow, muffling your moans.
Effortlessly, he pulls you back up so that your back is flush with his chest, his one arm wrapped around your stomach to keep you secure.
You rest the back of your head on his shoulder as she starts rocking into you, letting your body go limp because you know he's got you.
"Can you take it or do I need'a stop?" He asks, his tone making you dizzier.
You frantically nod, turning your head to the side to look at him. "I can take it, promise I can," you muster out between moans. "please don't stopâwant your cock in me forever-"
Joel chuckles.
God, he really never stood a chance against you.
"I don't know about forever sweet thing, but I'll see what I can do for tonight, yeah?"
You giggle airily, like you weren't all there, nodding your head in acknowledgement. Your eyes are closed for a second but you feel his lips on yours, hungrily taking whatever they wanted.
You passionately return his kiss, mewling into it because his lips paired with the slow thrust of his dick was enough to drive you crazy.
The stretch of his cock is as close to heaven as you're ever gonna get.
His speed picks up which means your moans get louder, and Joel has no choice put to bring his other hand up and cover your mouth.
There's still a party going on downstairs, after all.
"Gotta be quieter baby," he pants, even though he's not slowing down his speed at all.
You whine into his hand, surprisingly loving the feeling of it because it's like he's swallowing you whole.
You feel that tight coil in your stomach slowly start to come undone, and you know you won't last long now. You try to tell Joel, but his hand is muffling your noises.
All the sudden, he speaks in your earâhis voice low and raspy. "Don't want you doin' this with anyone else, hear me?"
...Well.
You weren't expecting that.
His words probably made you soak the sheets because of how wet you became.
He sounded so stern when he said it too, making your heart flutter even more.
You nod, tears pouring from your eyes. He lets his hand off your mouth for a moment and you immediately jump at the opportunity to speak.
"Only want you, only ever wanted you, Joelâm'all yours, always been yours," You mewl after gasping for air, your body jolting with each of his deep thrusts.
"Fuck," Joel swears, quickly but carefully putting you down only to flip you over onto your back. Now in missionary, he buries himself all the way inside you again before dropping down so your faces are centimeters apart. "All mine, huh?" Joel reiterates, and you can't tell if he's mocking you or maybe asking for clarification.
Probably the ladder.
You agree nonetheless, a string of yes's spilling from your mouth.
"Yeah, just for me." He pants, slamming into you with more vigor than before. Your cunt is constricting around him like a vice, he'sânot planning to last much longer either.
"M'gonna cum," you whine, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for support.
When Joel hears this, he drops a hand down to rub at your clit, making you come undone altogether.
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck waitwait Joel-" You feel something..unique boiling, but then Joel's expert fingers release the flood gates.
You scream as you squirt all over his cock, your entire body writhing with the overstimulating pleasure.
Your juices soak him. When he see's this, he comes immediately.
He groans as he finishes inside you, unloading into your snug cunt. The feeling is incomparable for the both of you.
Once the haze of perfect pleasure dissipates, Joel realizes what he's just done.
"Shit," he grits, pulling out and watching his seed drip from your hole. "Fuck."
You manage to sit up on your elbows, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Don't worry," Your voice is quiet and crackedâyou just had the squirt fucked out of you, after all. "I've been on the pill since we had sex the first time."
Joel looks down at you, stupefied.
Eventually, he feels his heart start beating again and huffs out a sigh of relief. "Thank christ." He leans back against the headboard, raking a hand through his hair and thinking about how that was a fucking close one.
You're lying next to him, still trying to catch your breath. "That felt so good," You manage to murmur, your body still shivering from the after shocks.
After you catch your breath, you turn your head to look up at him. "M'serious about what I said, about bein' yours."
He looks at you and your serious face for a moment, then brings his hand down to gently ruffle the top of your head.
"Yeah, I know you are." His texan drawl prominent.
"I'd let you brand me with a fire poker if thats what you wanted." You say flatly, no joking tone in your voice whatsoever.
Joel is taken back by the sudden jump in intensity, assessing you to make sure you were being for real.
You were, and when he realizes this, he shakes his head. "You've lost your damn mind." He grunts, dragging a hand down his face.
You shrug.
"I think a ring would do the trick." Joel mutters, not meaning for it to have some kind of underlying message or anything. But you're quick to jump to conclusions.
"A ring?" You squeal, moving to lay on his chest which earns a huff from him. "Didn't know we were already goin' steady like that, Miller!" You tease, the giddiest smile on your face.
"I didn't meanâquit. You know what I was sayin'." Joel grunts, looking at you with an unamused expression.
You don't quit though.
"My ring finger is a size 6, would love 2 carats but if you can swing for 3 that would be perfectâalso, I hate silver bands, it has to be goldâbut make sure it's not that super yellow fake gold, I like more rustic looks, I mean, if that wasn't obvious-" You cast him a glance, alluding to the fact that he was rustic looking.
Joel rolls his eyes before gently nudging you off him, getting off the bed and walking over to your clothes that you discarded a long time ago.
You continue rambling from your position on the sheets, staring up at the ceiling as you recited, in extreme detail, how you loved oval shaped diamonds the most.
He walks back over and manhandles you to sit up. "Lift up your arms." He mutters, putting your sweater back on you.
"Hm, gettin' some serious deja vu right now." You murmur, smiling up at him.
"Yeah, yeah, hush." He grumbles before sliding your tights and skirt back on as well.
The act is so kind and heartwarming. You mumble a thank you before standing up, almost falling back down because your legs were still a bit weak.
Joel made a motion like he would've caught you, reaching his arms out. "Careful." He warns, planting a hand on your lower back for stability. You giggle and nod, regaining your ability to walk slowly but surely.
You guys tried to discretely walk back down the stairs, but with Joel's hand on your back and your happy expression--it wasn't hard for people to guess what happened.
***
A couple days had passed since Tommy and Maria's party.
You were finishing up some hand-made Christmas cards on your desk when you heard a knock at your door.
"Coming!" You shout, leisurely making your way to the front door.
When you open it, no one's there. You look around, only seeing a familiar male figure walking away in the distance. When you step outside to shout after him, you feel yourself kick something.
Upon looking down, a small velvet box lays at your feet.
You pick it up carefully, opening it to reveal a gold ring placed so delicately inside. The small note inside reads:
Merry Christmas. -Scrooge
#smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller smut#joel miller#joel tlou#the last of us hbo#the last of us#tlou fanfiction#drabble#I need him so carnally
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àč What you thought would be a casual night over with your best friends at their dorm, you shouldâve known that they had other plans than just watching movies..
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f!reader | warnings: smut, pwp (kinda), mentions of cheating, threesome, lowkey possessive behavior, slight size kink, objectification, blowjobs, raw s.x, edging, degrading/praise, one face slap, fingering (in both holes), oral (f. rec), yn got that grippy, video recording, spanking, c.m eating, creampie, here to spread the hoon being obsessed w ass agenda | words: 7.9k
a/n. i was getting jakehoon brainrot and js wanted to post smth here since i been away for a lil bit >< btw, i never written threesomes before so mâsorry if this isnât the best (â„ïčâ„)
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âyouâre late.â
sunghoon couldnât wait to scold you the minute you arrived, greeting you with an agitated look his face. heâs leaned against the door he just opened, eyeing you up and down as his other hand disappears into the pocket of his shorts. you recognize them to be his basketball ones, his favorite and lucky pair of shorts.
âi know, i know mâsorry !â you shoot a quick apology before passing by him to enter his dorm room he shares with jake.
even though heâs supposed to be upset that you showed up a good fifteen minutes late, his eyes fixate on you once more, lingering on your body shamelessly. youâre already dressed for the sleepover, having chosen to wear your sanrio themed night shorts with a random anime t-shirt you owned since high school.
movie night monday; itâs been a tradition where you dedicated every monday 7pm sharp that you, jake, and sunghoon watch a movie together. though, today isnât monday, itâs actually friday. since all three of you have been pretty busy all most of the week and when either of you had free time, the other wouldnât have any time to spare. so, movie night friday instead.. ?
you turn around, accidentally locking eyes with sunghoon whoâs been staring at you this whole time. fortunately, youâre werenât that bright so you donât question him. you barely even noticed that his eyes were on you anyway.
âwhereâs jakey ?â you ask him, voice pouty and disappointed to not see your other best friend in the room with you..
after he closes the door behind him, he makes his way back to you. he almost wants to laugh at the height difference you two share. he can see the top of your head, well, he would if you hadnât had your head tilted upwards to look at him.
he loves the fact that heâs a lot taller and larger than you. it does something to him. is he old fashioned for preferring his women shorter than him ? maybe, but who cares. it attracts him, he canât deny it, especially when the woman in question is you.
âheâll be back soon,â he reassures, watching how your hold on the strap of your backpack twitches when he steps closer to you.
âhe went to take a quick shower. didnât wanna be all sweaty after practice,â sunghoon further explains and you nod, quickly backing away and throwing your bag on jakeâs bed.
he doesnât intentionally mean to make you anxious. itâs not his fault if his proximity cuts your breath short, but he finds it cute. really fucking cute.
jakeâs bed is positioned to the left side of the room while sunghoonâs bed is on the right. their dorm is minimalist in terms of decoration because in terms of mess... itâs the opposite. typical of a manâs roomâ of a two young menâs room.
itâs not super messy where you canât even see the floor beneath your feet, but a box of empty beer bottles is chilling beside their mini fridge and clothes scattered everywhere as well as school furniture.
but as unpleasant as it seems, you feel good in their room.
and anyway, they know how to clean, they just donât really do it. but whatâs new ?
âsorry for the wait !â jake exclaims as he enters the dorm, coming in with his used towel wrapped around his shoulders. he shook his head, attempting to get his wet hair away from his face.
âthe shower i normally use was broken, so i had to use the other one down the hall and the damn curtain kept trying to stick to my ass,â he loudly complains and removes his slides by throwing them in a corner near the entryway, walking up to you.
âthatâs why i donât pull the curtain,â sunghoon says, always having the best but also weirdest advice. âdoesnât bother me anymore.â
jake cringes, flashing him a dirty look. âyâknow youâre fucked up for that,â he accuses his friend, laying his towel on the back of his chair so it can properly dry. âthe water gets everywhere if you donât pull it..â
âand you make weird eye contact with people,â you chime in, jake agreeing with you with a âyeahâ and a nod of his head.
sunghoon rolls his eyes as if you and jake were the weird ones when everybody knows damn well itâs fucked up to not pull the shower curtain.
ânah, just close your eyes,â he persists, believing heâs in the right and you both are in the wrong. âand anyway, itâs better than having the curtain sticking to your ass every time someone enters the shower room. plus, thereâs a drain for the water, so fuck you.â
you gasp offendedly when he insults you, giving him a tap on the chest to scold him for his bad words. he only smirks at the hit, wanting to tell you it tickles as a way to tease you, but he knows you hate it when he laughs at your lack of strength.
âdonât say that !â you reprimand, staring at him severely and he thinks you just look so cute when youâre mad. itâs unfortunate how heâll never take your anger seriously.
he grabs ahold of your wrist, stopping from giving him another hit as he canât help but laugh at your flustered expression. âi wasnât saying it to you, babe,â he rectifies, pulling you closer to him by the hold he has on your arm. your face is then but a mere inches away from his, the corner of his mouth curling up, as always. âjust to him âcause he deserves it, but not you.â
you look him in the eyes, breath quickening as his plush lips seem way too close to yours. you notice his gaze shifting between your lips and eyes, quickly catching on to the idea he has in mind. you donât let him think about it too much though.
âyouâre so stupid,â you mumble, detaching yourself from him, putting a safe distance between you two.
you glance over in jakeâs direction, hoping he didnât just see how sunghoon was literally trying to kiss you, but heâs busy tidying up his hygiene products he brought to his shower.
sunghoonâs eyes havenât left your form, still looking at you with a smug smile on his face, but he stops when his friend turns around.
âkay, so... what movie we gonna watch ?â
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âsorry y/n but thereâs no more soda,â sunghoon announces, looking inside their almost empty mini fridge. that meant it would be time to go do some more food shopping.
âbut i need one !â you whined from where you are laid down on sunghoonâs bed, previously sandwiched between them two with jakeâs laptop on your lap to watch a movie. âiâm thirsty and water wonât hit the same...â
sunghoon sighs, knowing heâll give in to your whims. how can he resist your adorable face and your pouty voice ? youâre their pretty, spoiled best friend, after all.
âiâll have to go to the convenience store...â he explains, hoping itâll make you change your mind and go with water instead of a soda.
you upheld the same expression, big rounded eyes and corners of your lips tug downward. âyeah ?â you say back, not bothered at all to make him walk miles just for a little can of soft drink. âplease, youâd be a sweetheart, hoonie,â you flatter him, using compliments to make him give in and it works, as usual.
âmmh... fine,â he sighs yet again, upset for being so weak with you. you deserve it, but heâs not really willing to leave you alone with jake, especially with the smug look he has on his face right now.
âbring some candies, too !â you ask while heâs searching through his wallet to check if he has enough for all that.
âand chips,â jake adds in, smirking childishly. âoh, and ramen, since weâre at it !â
sunghoon narrows his eyes at him, well aware that his friend has something in mind, but he canât tell what exactly. âdo you have the money for all that ?â
âyou do,â he replies quickly, snuggling himself closer to you.
âiâm not paying for your shit, jake,â sunghoon spits back, putting the money in the pocket of his basketball shorts.
âah, come on, please !â jake groans, but his friend doesnât wanna hear him.
he picks up a pair of jeans off the floor, knowing that jake likes to hide some of his cash in there. he pulls out a couple dollars, not really caring if he takes more than he needs to.
he quickly puts on his sneakers and brings his phone and keys with him, heading out the door. âdonât wait for me !â he yells back before exiting the room, door shutting loudly behind him.
just as youâre about to hit the spacebar to resume the movie, jake closes his macbook, extending his body over yours to drop off the laptop on the floor.
âwhatâre you doing ?â you furrowed in confusion.
âwaiting for sunghoon.â
âbut he saidââ
he cuts you off, putting his index finger over his lips. âshut up, will you, princess ?â he smiles when you listen and dare not to open your mouth again, looking at him with doey eyes and pouty lips.
he hovers over you, one hand supporting his weight on each side of your body. he rapidly settles himself between your legs, lowering himself slowly, looking deeply into your eyes. your heart accelerates and your stomach twists, starting to get nervous about what jake is about to do.
he carefully lifts your pajama top over your belly, making you involuntarily flinch when his lips brush up against your skin. he glances at you when you move, but he doesnât say anything. he just looks at you with his piercing gaze as a warning or maybe as a way to reassure you, telling you that you donât have to be anxious.
you swallow in a whine when his pillowy lips lay on your stomach, leaving you bothered and hot by just the simplest action, yet the most meaningful at the same time. he kisses your skin, his lips trailing down until they reach the band of your night shorts.
you shiver, swallowing again, the area between your legs heating up as he embeds more soft kisses to your tummy. they are wet and warm as well as intimate and sensual. he presses his plump lips down on you, the tip of his nose touching your skin as he gets terribly close to your core. youâre flustered by the way he explores this area of your body you never knew was this sensitive until now.
his large hands eagerly grip the sides of your hips, gripping hard, but it doesnât pain you. it cuts your breath short and makes you feel possessed, like he owns you. owns all of your body, owns your emotions because thereâs nobody else at the moment other than him whoâs making you feel this way. the hold he had on your hips soon shifted down to your clothes that separate you from his lustful mouth. itâs as if itâs searching for you, searching for your core thatâs turning wetter as the minutes pass by incredibly slow.
his lips travel between your thighs and you didnât hesitate to open them for him, not thinking once about anything else than his mouth on where you need him most. his fingers tease you by slipping under the band of your shorts before slipping back up, doing it over again. he pulls them slightly down, but stops âcause he likes to toy with you.
âare you gonna... umâŠâ you lose your words, a loud gasp leaving your lips when his mouth finds your bud of nerves, already aching from the lack of contact.
he doesnât stay like that for too long, stopping when he feels your muscles tightening underneath him, pulling down on your shorts by hooking two fingers under them at the front. âyeah,â he whispers, confirming your doubts.
you feel his hot breath fanning on your skin, locking eyes with him as he continues to pull, bringing your panties along down with them. âlike... like the last time ?â you ask in a tiny voice, which makes jake smirk at your cuteness.
âmhm.. like the last time,â he repeats before concentrating back on his task.
he attacks your stomach in kisses, distracting you from the fact that heâs working overtime to use his two hands to get your shorts and underwear off you. it works, you donât try to resist or fight back, only choosing to bury your fingers in his thick soft hair. rapidly, your clothes find a spot on the floor, being long forgotten about the moment jake puts his mouth on your pussy. he licks a long strip from your leaking hole up to your clit, wrapping his lips around it. he passes his arms around your hips and your legs propped on his shoulders, clad feet touching his lower back.
he nibbles on your clit, suckling on it, making it all puffy and swollen. he sucks avidly on your bud and million tingles pass through your body. you buck your hips upward by instinct, pushing down on his head and gripping a fistful of his hair between. you moan sweetly, jakeâs cock hardening in his shorts at the melodic sounds you let out each time he sucks and licks, giving you the impression that heâs literally making out with your pussy.
you imprison his head between your plushy thighs and he likes the feeling of it, he loves it actually. heâs happy to know he makes you feel good. so fucking good. you nearly suffocate him between your thighs, you do this because youâre agitated, squirming around under him and moaning, sounding almost like cute little meows.
his head of silky dark brown hair peeks out from between your legs and your stomach flutters at the sight, your mind numb and fuzzy from a thousand little clouds. he laps at your clit and you lack the words to even describe what youâre feeling, but itâs wet, so wet. his tongue is everywhere, teasing and licking like itâs second nature to him. at this very moment, you believe jake was born to simply eat pussy and nothing else.
he ruts his hips up against the mattress and lets out a deep moan, cock aching from being restricted in itâs confines. the wet sounds your cunt produces turn him the fuck on, badly, dick painfully hard at the way your pretty moans swam through his ears and at the way you shove him against your pussy as if his head wasnât already completely buried between your legs. itâs a lot for you to handle, your fingers are no match in comparison to his mouthâ they would lose instantly. if sunghoon knew what you two were up to right now, you canât imagine what his reaction would be. you wonder if he knows about last time, thereâs no way he doesnât, jake never hides anything from him..
you two hooked up only once beforeâ while he still had a girlfriend. though, she eventually broke up with him because he seemed to be far more invested in you than he ever was with her. she thought you were a nice girl in the beginning, just assuming that you all had a very close relationship since childhood. but the dynamic between you all seemed a bit too close for comfort than just a regular friendship, and little did she know that her suspicions were completely true.
she wanted to brush off the fact that jake would always post you on his socials but never thought to post them together, hell, he practically acted like he was single most of the time. neither jake or sunghoon put anyone above you, so if someone were to date either of them they were just going to have to accept the fact that you come first, no matter what.
but on second thought, if sunghoon already knows, then why would he leave you all alone with his friend whoâs incapable of keeping his tongue in his mouth, away from your cunt ? no wonder why he was so hesitant on leaving. now you feel bad, you shouldnât be doing this behind his back.. no, you shouldnât be doing this at all. or should you?
you canât help but think if sunghoonâs tongue as skillful as jakeâs ? as wet and warm ? surely, with those pretty, rosy lips of his you can only dream what they would do to your poor little clit. you moan at the thought, twisting jakeâs hair in your small fists, coming closer to your release. it doesnât take you a lot, a few licks and he has you over the edge. with skills like his, youâre bound to be in seventh heaven really quickly.
so quickly and intensely that you donât even hear the door opening and closing, nor does your best friend..
âjake, what the fuck !?â
your brows knitted at the sudden exclamation, but donât give it much importance as you feel your high approaching. your pleasure is soon cut short and you get frustrated really fast.
âno, no, no,â you stress in a panicked state, feeling jakeâs mouth leaving your pussy. you pull on his hair to have him back against you, but he doesnât budge.
âwhat ?â jake responds nonchalantly, looking at sunghoon who has just entered the dorm with all the snacks and sodas purchased from the convenience store down the street. âdonât you want the poor girl to cum ?â he smirks like the situation is totally normal.
and maybe it is normal. itâs not the first time heâs gotten his way with you, it surely wonât be the last. youâre stupid enough to not see the way your friends look at you, how theyâre always undressing you with their eyes or how they salaciously lick their lips whenever you find yourself in a compromising position. they were both huge pervs, but with you they are more than that and youâre about to find it out.
you turn your head toward sunghoon whoâs standing beside the bed, a crease between his dark, thick brows. his gaze sharp as a knife, mad at you for being such a whore, but how can he really blame you when jakeâs lips are so tempting, literally breathtaking.
âoh, please, hoonâ !â you beg, clit throbbing. having jakeâs mouth ghosting over your cunt is utterly agonizing, so hurtful when he could soothe the ache between your legs in less than a second. itâs pure torture.
âwhatâre you begging for, hm ?â he taunts, voice low and husky, making your stomach twist. you whine, eyes watery from how badly you need this release. âcan you tell me instead of crying like a little slut ?â
jake looks at you from his spot between your thighs, smiling devilishly with no intention of helping you unless you follow sunghoonâs order. you find it unfair and kind of dumb because if he had come in just a minute later, you wouldâve orgasmed by that time. and it wouldâve been magical.
sloppy kisses are given to your inner thighs and you swear jake is doing it on purpose. wiping your eyes with the pads of your thumbs, taking a deep breath before adverting your gaze to sunghoon. âplease, can i cum ?â
âi dunno,â he responds curtly and you frown even more. he approaches you and leans over you, cupping your jaw, angling it in his direction. âhow badly do you want it ?â he whispers, his pink lips so close to yours, you canât help but stare at them.
âi- i,â you stammer, totally braindead and on the brink of tears. it shouldnât be that hard to say a complete sentence, but right now, it is. you surely did look pathetic, crying for a stupid orgasm. âplease, wanâ it badly.â
âatta girl,â he purrs when you finally say the words he wanted to hear. âyes, you can, sweetheart,â he gives his approval and your eyes light up.
jake doesnât wait to dive back into you, lips already on your clit when sunghoon letâs go of your face. you both look down at where jakeâs mouth operates, slurping up your arousal and flickering your little bud of nerves with his pink muscle.
you whine and grip his hair, tangling your fingers in it. jutting your hips upward in his face, his licks and sucks much more powerful than previously.
youâre brought back to the edge of your orgasm in little time, mouth agape as you close your legs around jakeâs head. sunghoon takes the opportunity to insert two of his fingers in your mouth, going deep and pressing his digits down on your tongue. you close your lips around him and you ask yourself if heâs verifying how much you can handle at once. if you can take his long fingers, youâre surely more than capable of taking something else way bigger.
you drool all over yourself and wince at the wet sensation, not really accustomed to it. you moan around his fingers as you rock your hips in jakeâs face, the knot swelling in your stomach ripping apart. the pleasure is intoxicating and ten times more intense. who wouldâve thought jakeâs mouth can turn such a little orgasm into a literal tsunami.
you cum hard while still having sunghoonâs fingers knuckles deep in your mouth. you hear jake groaning at the pain you inflict on him by pulling on his hair, but he loves the pain and loves even more your pussy grinding in his face.
jake unhooks your thighs off his shoulders and pushes them over your stomach. he savors your arousal dripping down from your hole, drinking it like a thirsty man as if it was his only source of water. he makes out with your pussy and this time itâs not just an impression. heâs opening and closing his mouth on you, sucking on your lips like he would do if he were kissing you.
sunghoon retracts his digits from your mouth and slaps the side of your face with his wet fingers, holding your jaw within his grasp. âhappy ? you got what you wanted, greedy little girl,â he rasps out, gritting his teeth.
heâs so hot when he grits his teeth. he has this look in his eyes, one that makes goosebumps spread down your spine. he seems mad, upset youâve let jake get into your panties so easily without a second thought. or mad because you didnât wait for him. well, according to jakeâs itâs what you were doing, but you shouldnât have started without him. if only you knew you were about to start that..
âyes,â you nod, muttering the word. sunghoon holds your face tightly, fingers pressing on your cheeks, jutting your lips out.
jake gets up on his knees and your heart almost does a backflip in your chest at the view of him with his hair all messy, knowing youâre the cause of this beautiful mess. his lips and chin are caked in your juices. he licks them clean and wipes his chin with his hand, flashing you a devious smile after.
âsheâs just a dumb little girl, now,â he teases, bulge very apparent in his shorts. âdid you have a good time, hm ? grinding on my face like a deprived virgin ?â
sunghoon frees your face to cup your cunt instead, slapping it a couple of times, making you squirm out of overstimulation. âshe sure did,â he agrees, licking your arousal off his fingers before speaking up again. âlook at her. no thoughts behind those pretty eyes.â
you want to say something back, but you can only produce a pathetic whimper.
jake is about to lower his shorts over his crotch when sunghoon stops him. âthe hell are you doing ?â he scowls at the other man.
âwell, itâs my turn,â he answers casually, but sunghoon doesnât seem to agree with him. âi got her all wet, i deserve this pussy.â
âyeah, and you did it behind my back. itâs only fair i get to hit it firstââ
ânoâŠâ you grumble, interrupting your friends. they both look at you, intrigued with what you have to say. âstop fighting. i get to decide who fucks me first !â you roll over, getting on your stomach and then on all fours to escape jake. you sit up, flicking your eyes between the two men. âand nobody will.â
âwhat !? why !â jake exclaims while sunghoon scoffs. itâs stupidly easy to piss them off.
you place yourself over the edge of the bed, your back facing sunghoon and your feet hanging off the mattress. positioning jakeâs hand to bring him over to you. you sit on your calves, opening your legs wider and leaning on your hands while jake is placed on his knees, back up straight.
you look over your shoulder and point at sunghoon where he should be. âkneel here,â you instruct, pointing to the spot just behind you.
you smile when he gets on his knees and he grins back at you, knowing your greedy little pussy wants more. two pairs of plump lips on your cunt on the same day ? blissful.
but you should know sunghoon isnât really the type to follow orders, far away from obeying to your selfish little rules. heâs the one who commands, not the opposite. never the opposite.
âjake,â you tug on his sweats, making him look down at you.
he smiles sweetly, cradling your face in his warm hands. âyeah, princess ?â his lips pursed as if to blow you a kiss. âwanna suck on my dick ? is that what you want ?â he coos, saying such lewd words in a soft, tender voice.
âplease.â
he groans appreciatively at your pleading, his cock twitching happily in his briefs. âget rid of that first, baby,â he demands, pulling your pajama top off of you, revealing your breasts to him. âperfect...â he purrs, fumbling your tits in his palms before reaching for the band of his pants.
at the same time jakeâs pulling his cock out, you feel your asscheeks being pushed apart and a big glob of spit falling down between them, dripping down over your puckered hole. you gasp when a thumb comes to stroke the muscle, lubricating it.
you canât really focus on whatâs happening behind when jakeâs angry erection stands proud just before your eyes. you moan at the very sight, having never thought that seeing your best friendâs dick wouldâve been so arousing.
heâs perfectly girthy, his head a cute shade of pink and glistening in pre-cum. not super veiny, but you can sense the weight of it. looking at it makes you hungry, salivating like a puppy in front of a bowl of food. jake was freshly shaven and you love it. his well defined v-line accentuated how slim and toned his body is. a few veins pulse out on his abdomen, going down to his pelvis, and you want to pass your tongue over each one of them.
you open your mouth, jake guiding his cock toward your mouth, but itâs at that moment that sunghoon plunges two fingers in your sopping cunt. you moan out, knitting your brows as he reaches a sensitive spot right away. he scissors your insides, and even if you said nobody would fuck you, you think heâs stretching you out exactly for that.
âshhh,â jake tries to soothe you, patting your head in an endearing manner. âkeep your mouth open, baby.â you do so and he doesnât hesitate to stuff it, moaning in relief as he puts a hand at the back of your head to keep the pace steady.
he keeps a hand around his base to guide it in your mouth and you lax your jaw, letting him bury you full of his cock. you want to reach the end so bad, pleasure jake like he did with you, but he feeds you his cock slowly, too slowly.
you never been more eager, so impatient to suck him off. you wanna make him cum, satisfy him. you want him to use you, use you like youâre worth nothing more than a sexual object. he can ruin you, fuck your throat with his fat cock, you only care about hisâ theirâ pleasure.
he holds your head, letting go of his cock when he considers heâs far enough in. âah, what a good fucking whore,â he praises breathily, watching the way your lips wrap tightly around his stiff shaft, drool spilling down on your chin from being so full.
you bat your lashes up at jake, feeling your eyes stinging. he growls when your eyes connect, his fluffy bangs covering his beautiful almond shaped eyes.
you canât see sunghoonâs movements, but you can feel everything. his breaths, the calluses on his hand palming your bottom, his long fingers pounding into you, his thumb teasing your rim, you feel it all.
he lays his tongue flat over your cunt where his fingers operate, licking a long trail until he reaches your other hole. you clench around him, a little bit taken back by his obsession with your ass, but still really turned on.
itâs nowhere near uncomfortable, though itâs not an area you usually explore when youâre alone. you keep your jaw slack for jake as he starts to thrust in back and forth at a slow pace. he doesnât move much, most of his length stays in your mouth. itâs enough friction for him to enjoy, hearing his soft moans above you.
you arched from the sensation, chasing after your pleasure and he groans pleasantly, having his head buried between your cheeks. he curls his fingers in you and pat gently the spongy spot in you, making you moan obscenely around jakeâs thick cock. it sends shockwaves throughout jakeâs body and he opens his mouth in pleasure, pushing his cock in deeper. he frowns adorably while his mouth ajar, watching his meaty length disappear and reappear between your swollen lips.
sunghoonâs traces your empty hole with the tip of his tongue, teasing you and making you contract around his fingers so hard he has difficulty to move in. he slaps your ass and your whine is muffled because of jakeâs cock in your mouth. you unclench and he can finally move in freely.
he pulls on one cheek while he kisses and licks around your rim, sometimes going in just a little. you push your behind onto sunghoon, eliciting another groan from him, angry or maybe satisfied, you truly have no idea.
youâre trapped between your two best friends and you donât know what to think, mind so dizzy, potentially ready to explode. one feeds you his cock, the other eats your ass while fingering your pussy. how can your brain function correctly in this situation ? well, it cannot.
âso fucking impatient,â sunghoon hissed, now entering a bit of his thumb into your hole. the stretch is weird, but it tingles at the same.
he removes his two digits from your drenched pussy, making you whimper around jake, spreading your wetness over your puckered hole after he retracted his thumb. you feel the dampness between your cheeks, purring when sunghoon brings up more arousal.
he pulls your two globs of flesh apart, coming to lick your ass again. you feel his nose pressing down on you and the teasing tip of pink muscle tickling your tight hole. he almost cleans you off of your juices, leaving only his saliva and the insatiable hunger he has for your ass. your eyes roll to the back of your head and jake sees it, grabbing your hair at the top of your head in a tight fist. you let out a painful elongated whine, loving the burning sting and the stretch of your ass sunghoon offers you.
jake guides the bounces of your head on his cock, doing long and rhythmic thrusts. he groans deeply, the sound coming from his throat, and you mewl in return. his face deeply focused in concentration, cheeks colored in red, breaths shallow and lips dried. he licks them, swallowing in a breathy moan after. he looks delectable, his dark gaze planted on you, never once looking away unless itâs to watch his thick cock entering your mouth at a relentless pace.
you feel digits stroking your rim, teasing a bit before sunghoon spits on it. âmaybe i should fuck this tight little ass,â he states as he spreads his saliva, dipping in his thumb slightly. âteach you a lesson for being sneaky and fucking with jake behind my back.â he passes a finger over your slick, noticing how wet you are.
you want to protest, hearing sunghoon standing up on his feet after his scary, but tempting threat. youâre about to pull out when jake pushes down on your head, keeping it in place. âah, shit...â he hisses, feeling you swallowing around him.
itâs not long until you sense a long cock sliding over your drenched cunt and you look worryingly at jake, but he only smiles at you, still holding your head down.
sunghoon pushes his tip up against your tight ass hole and you clench around nothing, heart beating faster. you wonder if heâd really dare to do it, but you know heâs not the kind of guy to do it the... messy way. heâs just teasing, as always.
âstop whininâ, baby,â jake coos, stroking your cheek delicately. he moves in slightly and you flatten your tongue under his cock. ârelax, mâkay ? thereâs nothinâ to worry about, itâs just us,â he reassures you and you close your eyes, letting him use your mouth as he pleases.
you finally feel his cock inside you, sliding in your pussy in one motion. your wetness allows him to enter you with ease, making you moan around jakeâs hard dick. one hand strokes your back, big palm caressing your dewy skin, passing over the bumps of your spinal column.
âsheâs fucking tight, suckinâ me in like crazy,â sunghoon rasps out, smacking one of your asscheeks, making your flesh jiggle from the force of the hit. âacts like she doesnât wanna get fucked, but thatâs all sheâs been dreaming about...â
an idea would soon strike jakeâs mind, thinking of another way he could potentially humiliate you. reaching for his phone thatâs sat on the corner of the bed, he quickly unlocks it to go straight to the camera app, recording a video of you sucking him offâ thisâll make the perfect jack off material for him later.
you whine out, wanting to say something, but you canât while having a mouth stuffed full. âsuch a nasty girl, arenât you, princess ?â jake purrs, lips curving upward into an evil smile, panning the phone down to catch this beautiful sight underneath him.
he refrains a lewd moan from escaping his mouth by biting down on his bottom lip, fist pulling harder on your hair. you do your best to breathe through your nose, focusing on your gag reflex and hollowing your cheeks to maximize his pleasure.
âah, fuckâ!â jake cursed through gritted teeth, almost making the device slip out his hand, too close to his high to continue fucking your mouth. he yanks your head back, pulling out of you in an instant.
his cock twitches after he analyses your face, looking absolutely destroyed. you breathe with difficulty, cheeks stained by your tears and chin by your drool. you blink several times, looking back into the camera before moaning out loudly, leaning yourself on jake.
sunghoon doesnât miss your sweet spot and itâs too intense for you, holding on to jake for some emotional support. you tug the sides of his t-shirt, sticking the side of your face to his chest, crying against him all while youâre getting fucked into oblivion by one of your best friends.
jake canât help but play with your dangling breasts, fumbling the plushy flesh in his rough palms and pulling on your nipples. it makes you arch your back even more, leaning on jakeâs touch and pushing your hips against sunghoonâs.
the man behind you holds your hips tightly, sinking his fingers into your soft flesh, leaving your poor skin sore and the marks of his fingertips behind. he snaps his hips against yours roughly and he seems to never get enough, driving his cock into your wet pussy like a mad man.
jakeâs erection stands just before your eyes, glistening in your spit and hard as rock. he sees you looking at it so he grabs it, guiding it to your lips. âwanna suck it, baby ?â he asks in his sweet voice and you glimpse up at him, drooling on his t-shirt, looking totally braindead. âcâmon donât be shy, open that pretty little mouth of yours...â
you part your lips to mouth at the reddened tip, suckling on it gently. jake hums, stroking your hair delicately, the opposite of sunghoonâs actions who pounds into you with force, using you to get himself off.
suddenly, he steadies his hips against your ass, stopping his vigorous hip thrusts. he pulls out and your legs turn pliant, no longer strong enough to stand on their own without him holding you up. you cry, letting go of jakeâs cock and glancing over your shoulder to see sunghoon getting rid of his long-sleeved t-shirt.
âdo you wanna switch ?,â jake questions sunghoon and this time he nods, catching his breath.
âyeah,â he breathes out a positive answer.
jake smirks down at you, recording yet another video. âcâmere, baby,â he softly instructs, grabbing your forearm and bringing you to the head of the bed. he takes off his sweats before stretching out his legs and leaning his head on the pillows. âspin around, show me that little ass.â
your form straddles his lap how he wants it and you see sunghoon following you, gently tugging at his aching cock covered in your juices. heâs long and curvy, but he looks less stiff than jake, you suppose heâs the type to get more length when erect.
âcâmon, princess, put it in,â jake smiles and you crane your neck to look back at him, shuddering in desire at his words. âsit on it,â he insists.
âokay, jakey,â you sigh out of exhaustion.
you take his wet cock in your hand and angle it toward your leaking hole, moaning softly once you fully sink down on him. the stretch of your cunt is good, feeling completely full. he twitches inside you, extending his arms to grip your hips possessively.
you moan in unison, jake letting out a long grunt and you a loud whine. he doesnât reach as deep as sunghoon, but he fills you up really well.
âoh, fuck,â jake curses, biting down on his bottom lip out of pleasure. âgo ahead, ride me, baby.. just like thatâ he softly demand and you oblige happily.
you start doing a grind motion, leaning on jakeâs thighs to keep your balance. he runs his palm all over your body, making sure the camera gets every angle, appreciating your curves and the way you move your hips on him to pleasure yourself.
sunghoon grips your chin, making you face his angry erection, his hand wrapped around it. âshow me how good of a slut you are, sweetheart,â he sings, tucking a wild strand of hair behind your ear.
his long fingers stroke his cock, but they stop at the base when you tilt your head down, catching his swollen tip in your sticky mouth. he hums appreciatively and passes his fingers through your hair, now wet by your sweat, collecting your hair in an improvised ponytail, keeping them away from your face.
you bob your head over his long cock, stroking the base with one of your palms since you canât fit all of him in your mouth, your other palm still resting on jakeâs thigh. you hear the beautiful, raspy moans of sunghoon, proud of yourself for making him feel good.
he is also smoothly shaved, skin soft and sturdy under your tongue and fingertips. you love the sleek feeling of him, although you equally adore the feeling of jakeâs against your skin. you grind and spin your hips on jake, doing little motions that are more pleasurable to you, but he still approves, muttering a âfuck yeahâ while directing your hips.
youâre sucking off sunghoon as if you were actually in a porno, bobbing over his length and moaning around him exaggeratedly. you donât know where this sudden rush comes from, but you wonât complain. surely not when he looks impressed, in total admiration.
âfucking slut,â jake slurs out, pupils dilated and filled in a fog of lust at the sight of a white ring forming around the base of his cock coated by your pussy.
you whine around sunghoon, disagreeing with him, or maybe agreeing. it doesnât matter anyway with the way you clench around him each time he throws bad words at you. you like how they treat you, as if all those insults were deserved and justified. but they know damn well none of the things they say are remotely true, thatâs why itâs so exciting.
you move in slow circles, jakeâs hands grabbing and slapping your ass. your juices are everywhere, dripping down his balls and sticking to his pelvis. it feels a little bit dirty, but you donât think anyone in this room really cares. it probably smells so much like sex and you wonder how long itâll take for the odor to go away. knowing your friends, they could probably never open the windows just to keep the smell of you in.. you would dissuade them from it, because come on, but the thought secretly makes you wanna smile.
âfuck, that little mouth of yours is doing wonders,â sunghoon compliments, relishing in the praise upon hearing that. âdonât know how long mâgonna last, baby,â he announces, looking down at your lips gliding smoothly over his long, curvy cock.
âsame..â jake adds in, voice raspy and breath erratic.
youâre encouraged by that, pleased to know youâre making them both feel really good. you use your full potential and lift up your hips, dropping them back down on jakeâs dick. you love the stretch, love how his cock pushes your walls to make room for himself, being so big your pussy just canât keep his size.
you take sunghoonâs length deeper in your mouth, slurping and swallowing around him. he groans, telling you how much he likes you and your wet tongue.
âokayâ fuck,â sunghoon begins, but curses when you cup his balls, innocently glancing up at him. he puts a hand on the top of your head and pushes you away from him, his cock slipping out your mouth.
âiâm taking her pussy, now,â he says, still looking at you even though heâs addressing jake.
âwhat ? no ! why ??â jake complains, groaning loudly in disagreement.
âbecause i want to,â he simply answers back, too stubborn to even proceed with a further explanation.
âwell, youâre gonna let me finish first.â
as you lift up your hips, jakeâs cock pulls out of you, heâs quick to reposition and turn you around, lying you down on the bed where he was previously. sunghoon lets him, rolling his eyes at the childishness of his friendâ even though heâs not acting very maturely either.
jake straddles your waist, stroking his cock just over your breasts, licking his lips. you watch him snap a few quick photos while his hand runs up and down his shaft rapidly, all coated in your wetness and saliva of earlier.
âshit, shitâ âm cumming,â he hastily warns, fingers wrapped tightly around his dick. he was already close when he was in you, so it doesnât take long until heâs brought back close to his high.
his eyes are blown out, looking at your tits like thereâs nothing sexier on this earth. his hips stutter and you place your palms on his bare thighs, feeling how hot his skin is.
âmmh ! fuck,â he chokes on his words, angling his cock toward your boobs. you look up at him as he empties himself on your chest, long ropes of milky white cum landing on your breasts. he keeps stroking obsessively until he spills out everything, little white beads falling from his wet and reddened tip. you look so fucking good like that, heâs gonna have a camera roll full of you by the end of this night.
he whines a little when it starts to hurt because of overstimulation. eventually he finishes, passing a hand through his hair, removing his wet bangs from covering his eyes. his chest heaves rapidly as he tries to regain a normal rhythm of breathing.
âgo away, loser.â
jake sends a death glare at sunghoon before clearing the way, sitting down, back against the wall.
sunghoon enters you again, locking your shaky legs behind his back. you gasped when he pounds in immediately, not once missing a beat. you sneak a hand between your legs, circling your pulsing, puffy clit left alone for too long now.
with your other hand, you swipe a finger in jakeâs cum that were caked on your boobs, picking it up and bringing it to your mouth. sunghoon watches you eating his friendâs cum and he squints his eyes at you, perhaps maybe a little jealous..
âoh ! hoon,â you mewl, the coil in your stomach tightening from his tip brushing against the sweet spot inside of you and your finger drawing more quick circles to your clit.
you lick more cum off your fingers, arching your back and closing your walls around sunghoonâs long cock. you moan loudly when you reach your high, milking his dick and clenching repeatedly around him, bringing him close to his high as well.
âfuck, youâre sâfucking tight, angel,â his hips snap against yours and like earlier, they steady on you, cock twitching inside your pussy.
he doesnât pull out this time and paints your insides white in his cum, spurting every last drop he has deep into you. you sigh of contentment, loving the hot sensation of his cum in your pussy.
ââm so full, hoonie,â you purr and he slips out slowly, looking at his seed dripping out of you as your hole keeps quivering and clenching from your previous orgasm.
he wets his lips, wishing he could see this everyday of the week; you full of his creamy cum. but of course, heâs not the only one to want this. heâd have to share.
ânext time, iâm the one cumming inside,â jake says from where he is, catching a glimpse of the white substance dripping out your hole. âyou selfish prick,â he mutters to his friend.
later on, after sunghoon passed a cloth between your legs and jake cleaned the mess he made on your tits, you fell asleep in sunghoonâs bed. the boys ended up finishing the movie without you since you were rightfully too tired too join, eyelids closing on their own. they stayed up late at night, playing video games and eating ramen, sometimes giving each other stupid challenges like how many amount of push-ups they can do in a determined time.
they didnât really disturb your sleep since you were knocked out. though you sometimes woke up from their voices, you went back to sleep easily. in the morning, you woke up with sunghoonâs arm wrapped around your waist and jake coming back with breakfast.
in simpler terms, it seems like movie night monday was a success, though you might not have finished the movie, you ended up making one yourselves..
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Hi! could you possibly write something about a fuckboy!soap and shy!reader that he uses for sex, and she keeps letting him? im craving angsty angst ANGST that just keeps hurtingâŠyou donât have to if you donât want to and thank you if you do! Have a great day!
Okay, one thing you all should know about me? Is that Iâm a weenie lol so I canât help but make things a little hopeful most of the time. Alsoâ gonna make this like a college type AU
Soap clocks you from a mile away when he sees you at a party. Thereâs a cup of beer in your hand that youâve been nursing, just sipping to have something to do while you cling to the side of the friend who forced you to come.
Heâs seen you in his classes before. Youâre good. Not the type to be seen in a place like this. And that kinda whets his appetite. He wants to fuck you, break you, make you fall apart for his own amusement.
He nudges Gazâ they have the routine down to a scienceâ splitting up the birdies that are a little too huddled together so they can have their way with them. Gaz runs interference this time, Johnny mouthing an âI owe yeâ his wayâ chatting up and pulling your friend away to talk a bit more. Youâre alone now, and Johnny swoops in, weaving through people on a warpath.
He corners you expertly, and youâre a pathetically easy read. Easy to tease, to coax, to push. He just has to throw in a few lines about how pretty you look, peppered between him saying heâs always wanted to talk with you, always admired you in classâ he gives just enough detail to lull you into thinking this is courting. That heâs going to fuck you because he likes you.
Works like a charm. Always does. You clumsily follow him to his roomââYe didnae ken? This is my fraternityâs house, bonnie,ââ as he pulls you along by the hand.
He enjoys pulling you apart. Like the birds taking Prometheusâs liver. Heâs not a complete animal, he makes you cum, but he doesnât give you kisses the way youâd probably hoped he would. Heâll tell his mates laterâ it was kinda cute how fucking bad you were at giving head, too.
He lets you stay the night even though your clinging is a bit annoying. Pushing you out would burn this bridge, and heâs not ready to do that just yet. Not when he could keep having fun.
Come morning your clothes are tossed your way (sans panties, those are going in his trophy collection), and he has the decency to drop you off at your place with the promise of further contact.
Come your next class, heâs back to acting like he doesnât know you. Youâre shy, but youâre not stupid. Itâs easy to see that you were played, and you curse yourself for falling into it.
So why do you show up when he texts you, asking you to come over?
Promethean indeed.
And it keeps happening.
Itâs not like he treats you badlyâ thatâs what you tell yourself. Youâre just the idiot for expecting more than orgasms. Itâs nice to feel wanted. Itâs not nice to put your clothes on and get out right after, but youâre willing to ignore that. You shouldnât be. But you are.
Youâre not the kind of girl who gets asked out. So why refuse the one source of attention you have? He makes you cum, right? Thatâs more than a lot of guys do, so it would be unfair to expect more. High maintenance. Right?
If Johnny can see the hurt behind your eyes when you turn to check behind you when you leave, as if heâll suddenly change his mind and call you back into bed to hold you, he doesnât do anything about it. Heâs content to tug on his jeans and brush past you with a cigarette in his mouth.
You steel yourself as usual, double checking the straightness of your clothes as if itâll make you feel like less of a cheap whore when his housemates glance your way as you leave.
The door across from Johnnyâs is almost always open, despite how closed off its occupant seems. Youâve never met Simon. Well, you really havenât met anyone in Soapâs life. Thatâs not what he keeps you for, is it? Fucktoys donât get introduced to the friend group. Doesnât stop Simon from staring holes in your back every time you leave. Must think youâre easy. Must wonder if Johnnyâll mind if he has a go. Or maybe he just thinks youâre pathetic. You certainly do.
But itâs happened one too many times. Apparently, even a worm will turn. His stare itches and crawls up your skin when you already feel like such a piece of meatâ chewed up and spit out. And you must be losing flavor. Before long you wonât even have this. You turn to look at him instead of walking on as usual.
âWhat the fuck are you looking at?â You spit in a tone that surprises you. Youâve never said anything like that to someone, not in earnest, anyway.
âLemme take yâout somewhere.â
What?
What?
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Love me like this (OT8 x reader)
pairing: OT8 x reader omegaverse AU
summary: when you get your first ever heat well into your adulthood, the only thing you want to do is shut everyone else out. fortunately for you, your boyfriends have another idea.
warnings: omegaverse, virgin f! reader, uses she/her, oral f! receiving, oral m! receiving, face fucking, heat cycles, thigh riding, penetrative/unprotected sex, knotting, slight degradation, some mxm, spitting, bulge kink, some size kink, talk of safe words, mean dom! Chan, breeding kink, talk of mating bites, basically a huge orgy
wc: 10500 (jesus christ) notes: this is straight up filth (sorry) but also my first omegaverse fic!! here are there scents: Chan: petrichor/mint; Minho: vanilla/black tea; Changbin: jasmine/patchouli; Hyunjin: rose/vanilla; Jisung: bergamot/pink pepper; Felix: sea salt/sandalwood; Seungmin: lavender/fresh laundry; Jeongin: lime/grass; Y/N: caramel/brown sugar
You hadnât seen the boys all day. Maybe thatâs why they were so concerned when their first impression of you was the door slamming behind you on your way into the house. You didnât mean to cause such a scene, but you did run here. You keep your head down and the anxious spike in their smells overwhelms you. You know you should explain to them whatâs going on but you canât find it in you, instead running toward your room as you ignore their calls after you. When a sharp pain hits your abdomen you trip a little bit, clutching your stomach. But with your instincts on high alert, you make it to your room before anyone can catch up to you, locking it behind you for safe measure.Â
âIâm fine,â you call out a bit harshly behind you. âIâm fine. I just want to be left alone.â
Youâre more than glad that you decided to put on the strongest scent blockers you own today or they would have immediately known what was going on. Your heart beats out of your chest and you know all you want to do is bundle up and seek safety and comfort, so that is exactly what you do. Once the bottom of your closet is cleared out, you drag your comforter off of your bed and spread it on the floor. You find every blanket and pillow in your room and add it to the pile. When you spot Chanâs hoodie, the one that you begged him for just the other day because it was drenched in his smell, you know you need it the closest to you. You throw it over your body despite how warm you are, grabbing your noise canceling headphones for good measure, and shut your closet door behind you. It would be just a matter of time before they come banging on the door asking what was wrong but you just canât tell them.Â
Your heat has started.Â
And though this relationship with your boyfriends is new, you hadnât quite crossed the physical barrier with any of them yet. You also havenât told them yet⊠that this is your first heat. Thatâs why it came on so unexpectedly and why, perhaps, youâre so ashamed. Trying hard to ignore the pain shooting through your body and centralizing in your stomach, you shut your eyes tight and focus on your breathing. You just need to sleep. For now, thatâs all you need.Â
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You smell petrichor and mint before you see him. Youâre encompassed by the familiar smell of rain that immediately soothes you and you know when you open your eyes that Chan will be there. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and your eyes finally flutter open. You take out your headphones and look at him, not saying anything.Â
âHey,â he says softly.Â
âHowâd you get in my room,â you mumble. You know you locked the door behind you so when you see Chan look at you sheepishly, rubbing his neck, you sit up to look at your door. Completely off of its hinges. âChan,â you groan.Â
âI know, I know,â he tells you. âI wasnât trying to go all âcontrolling pack alphaâ on you, but I was really starting to get nervous, you know? You ran in here lookin like you were in pain, you didnât answer anybody and you closed yourself in your room⊠I know you wanted to be left alone but itâs been about two hours and you havenât answered anybody. I was really worried, okay? Iâm so sorry.âÂ
âItâs fine,â you answer. You understand. You really do.Â
âDo you want to tell me whatâs going on?â he asks. His hand strokes your arm and it comforts you. The alpha notices your hesitation and sighs, running his hand through his hair. âCan I⊠can I scent you? I think it would calm both my alpha and your omega down a little⊠and you are wearing my hoodie. Do you want that?â You nod and crawl into his open arms, burying your face into his neck. You inhale deeply to get his scent and you notice his fingers lightly brushing over your scent patches.Â
âDonât,â you say into his neck. He retracts his hands instantly and you sit in comfortable silence, him rocking your bodies back and forth peacefully in an attempt to soothe you.Â
âI started my heat,â you tell him finally. You feel him tense a little bit before he gains his composure.Â
âWe thought maybe thatâs what happenedâŠâ he replied truthfully. You shoot him a suspicious look and you notice his face start to turn red. âWe noticed⊠uh⊠we could sort of smell your slick.âÂ
âOh my god thatâs so embarrassing,â you groan.Â
âItâs okay, love, itâs natural,â he answers softly. âEverybody has heats and ruts⊠youâve seen your fair share of alphas in pre-rut in this house to know that.âÂ
âNot me,â you admit. âEverybody gets them⊠except for me.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âIâve never⊠gotten my heat before, Chan.â You can tell by his expression that heâs shocked and a little confused.Â
âBut youâre presentedâŠ? Youâre an omega,â he points out. That much is obvious, you want to tell him.Â
âI presented without going through a heat. I had⊠a pseudo-heat, basically. That first time my body produced just enough hormones that I presented but not enough to sustain a heat⊠and Iâve never had one since. They said my omegan hormones were too low.âÂ
âBut you started it today?â he questions. You nod. âItâs understandable⊠I mean, you live with eight overly-hormonal alphas that are now courting you. Itâs probably your body's natural reaction. Is that whatâs got you so worked up?â You nodded again. âWhy didnât you tell us, baby?âÂ
âI was embarrassed,â you admit shyly. He grabs your cheeks so that youâre looking right into his eyes.Â
âWhat is the worst that could have happened, hmm? Did you think we would tease you? Shame you?â You reluctantly nod your head from where it rests between his hands. âThat would never, ever happen.âÂ
âI know,â you tell him. Logically you knew that but you couldnât help the burning feeling of shame and embarrassment that flooded through your body. âI was⊠at the store⊠and some asshole alpha noticed that I started my heat⊠I didnât know how he knew. I didnât even know! But he made some uncomfortable comments and I got so scared⊠I ran all the way home.â
âYou poor thing,â he coos. âNext time if you ever need us or you feel unsafe, you can call me right away. You can call any of us. Weâll always come to you, no questions asked, okay?âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
âCan I scent you now?â he asks. You think about it for a second before nodding. Your body now feels like any threat is gone, maybe from Chanâs alpha pheromones that heâs been pumping out or maybe due to his reassuring words. You let him peel your scent patches off and your scent of caramel and brown sugar floods the room. With the undertones of Chanâs mint smell, the room almost smells overwhelmingly of a bakery. You know your smell is overpowering, sickly sweet and probably too strong but Chan inhales it straight from its source, burying your head in your neck. âDo you want me⊠or maybe another alpha⊠to take care of you for your heat?â he asks carefully.Â
âI was going⊠I just⊠I can do it myself,â you tell him. His eyes widen.Â
âFor your first heat? Are you sure? Itâs probably going to be a lot.âÂ
âItâs just⊠Iâve neverâŠâÂ
âYouâve never had sex?â he asks. Your lack of an answer tells him everything that you need to know. âI didnât know that, but thank you for sharing that, baby. If you want, whoever you might choose would be very careful and go nice and slow. Theyâd make you comfortable, love. Are you sure you donât want to try? Itâs up to you.âÂ
His words have you already starting to heat up more than before. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together but Chanâs thick legs are in your way. Youâd forgotten that you were practically sitting in his lap.Â
âDo you want that, baby?â he questions, noticing the arousal painted on your face and how your scent starts to sweeten the more you think about it. You nod eagerly. âWho do you want to pick for your first time?âÂ
You think and you think but you just canât seem to pick one of your alphas over the other. The more you think about it, youâre not sure you can leave any one of them out of the situation⊠youâve come to love each and every one of your boyfriends, you were sexually attracted to all of them, and they all make you feel comforted and feel like youâre at home. Your wolf cannot stand to have one and not the others, practically howling in protest. Your stomach twists when you think about how to express this to Chan.Â
âNeed⊠you all. I want everyone to be there.â His eyes widen slightly. You can tell heâs more than aroused by the thought of it.Â
âYouâre sure?â he asks, scanning your expression one final time.Â
âCanât choose. I want all my boyfriends.âÂ
Thereâs no judgment in his face whatsoever. You know your boyfriends have all had multiple partners for their ruts before so this wouldnât be anything new⊠You were the last to be courted, the last to join the relationship, and so you were the only one who hadnât crossed that barrier with anyone yet. Youâre a little nervous but more than excited for the prospect of whatâs to come, to finally cross the line with all eight of them. And you can't wait to tell them.Â
When Chan asks if you want to move your nest into the den you agree. The makeshift nest in your closet just isn't going to cut it anymore. You need something suitable for all eight of your alphas. Chan clears the den before you enter and takes the time to explain to all of the boys what is going on while you work on building your communal nest.Â
Spreading out your comforter widely across the floor, you start rummaging around the house to find items from everyone. You want the blanket on the couch, the one that smells a little bit like everyone⊠Chanâs hoodie, of course. Seungminâs stuffed animals and Felixâs pillow get thrown into the mix. Changbinâs gym clothes, Jisungâs squishmallow, Minhoâs dirty sheets⊠itâs almost perfect, though you almost cry when you find out that Jeongin just recently washed his favorite shirt. You knew it was the one thing that was missing from your nest, and maybe it was the hormones or the pain but that almost seemed like the last straw for you. Jeongin soothes you with his alpha pheromones and promises to heavily re-scent the shirt for you, which will have to do. Once the nest is an amalgamation of every smell swirling together you canât help but roll around in it. You even find yourself starting to purr.Â
When Chan opens the door to the den, you find yourself wanting to show your pack alpha the nest that youâre so proud of.Â
âMy nest. My nest, alpha, see?â you ask, grabbing his hand and inviting him into your nest.Â
âBeautiful nest,â he tells you. You squirm in excitement and smile wide at him. âDid such a good job, omega. Are you ready to invite the other alphas in too?â You nod at him excitedly, your scent sweetening as your alphas enter one by one. With you at the middle of your nest and an alpha on either side of you, two strong pairs of arms engulfing you and three more alphas on each side, you fall asleep with your omega purring in excitement.Â
âShe fell asleep,â you barely hear Felix point out. Â
âShe must be emotionally exhausted. Building her nest probably took a lot out of her. She needs us now.â You smile contentedly, happy to be surrounded by the people you love before the throes of your heat take over.Â
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You wake up to a delicious feeling between your legs. You let out a whine as you grind against whatever you feel behind you and itâs only the muffled groan you hear that truly stirs you from your sleep-filled haze.Â
âMinho?â you squeak. Sitting up and looking around you, you realize everybody else is still asleep.Â
âMm,â he replies. You feel your face flush in embarrassment and you quickly go to hide your face behind your hands once you realize what you had been doing. Heâs quick to grab your hands and put them at your sides, his cat-like eyes boring into your own. âYour heatâs really started, yeah?â You nod pathetically at him, clenching your thighs together to get a little bit of relief. âYou can keep riding my thigh if you want to,â he suggests. You squeak when his hands take purchase on your hips, pulling you on top of him. Any protest gets stuck in your throat when his thigh slots in between your legs, placing pressure where you desperately need him most. Â
You rock your hips back and forth slightly, scanning Minhoâs face for any judgment. Instead, you catch a whiff of his scent spiking in arousal, his black tea and vanilla smelling remnant of a coffee shop. You canât help but bury your face in his neck, inhaling deeply to better consume his smell. Tiny moans are punched out of you as he guides your hips into him, grinding you back and forth on his thigh. You know you have slick pouring out of you but you canât seem to care when he feels this good.Â
You can tell heâs restraining himselfâhe must know this is your first time doing anything, really. You've been fighting the urge to kiss him for too long but the sight of his lips caught between his bunny teeth is too hard to resist. You lurch forward, connecting your lips together despite the way your heart beats erratically. The way you squirm against him and the friction of his muscled thigh against your leg, it just isnât enough. You need more.Â
You smell a familiar wave of stormy petrichor and Chan is pulling you off of Minhoâs leg before you can protest. He maneuvers your body effortlessly, getting you in the exact position he wants youâlying on your back, knees propped up. His lips trail down your body for a moment, meeting your neck to breathe in your caramel scent. He licks over your scent glands for just a moment as if he were actually ready to devour you, but Minho thankfully quiets your moan with a quick peck to your lips.Â
Chan trails lower and lower still until he reaches your shorts, pressing long, open-mouthed kisses to your thighs that has your head spinning.Â
His hand reaches between your shorts, fingering your clothed core. âCan I touch you here?â he asks, examining your expression. You nod apprehensively. âI want to use my mouth on you, pretty girl. If you feel uncomfortable at any time or want me to stop, just let me know, okay?âÂ
âOkay,â you whisper. Thatâs enough for Chan to slip your shorts and panties down your legs in one fell swoop, his fingertips hot against your skin. You immediately feel the urge to close your legs, especially since you know youâre dripping an obscene amount of slick, but Chanâs strong hands keep them open. The alpha shoots you a gaze that spreads hot throughout your whole body, stern in letting you know not to hide from him. Minhoâs hand strokes your face, bringing you back to earth while you relax into his touch.Â
When Chanâs tongue licks up your slit and attaches itself to your clit, itâs like electricity spreads through your whole body. You moan into Minhoâs hand which has quickly attached itself to your mouth, muffling your noises.Â
âShhh,â he reminds you. You seem to have forgotten that there are six other alphas sleeping in the den at the moment and youâre grateful for his save. âIf you want us to stop, blink your eyes three times,â he murmurs. You nod your head, eyes wide. Chan continues to lap and suck at the bundle of nerves between your legs, his fingers coming to grab the slick that spills out of you. Rather than pushing his fingers into you like you expected him to do he softly circles your entrance, getting you used to the feeling. Between Minho working you up on his thigh earlier and the liquid hot desire that you had been fighting off all day, it doesnât take much to bring you to the edge.Â
You canât help but rock your hips into his face, seeking out more pleasure until his hands hold your hips down effortlessly. âStay still,â he murmurs. âTake what I give you.â And you doâyou take and you take and you take, relishing in every swipe of his tongue and calculated touch. When Minho reaches down to grab your breast over your shirt, thumbing at your nipple, you finally come apart. The two alphas help you through your orgasm, Chan watching you intently from his spot between your legs. He only parts from you with a soft pop once youâre done squirming and your ragged breathing has slowed.Â
Finally you notice the smell in the room. It would have been easy to miss over your sweetened caramel and brown sugar, but sure enoughâ jasmine, lavender, rose, bergamot, sea salt, lime. It must be your heightened sense of smell that causes you to easily pick up the scent of the other six alphas, all in various states of rousing from their sleep. As if on instinct, your scent spiking during your release must have awakened them.Â
When Felix opens his arms you gratefully accept his embrace. He has always smelled like the ocean, comforting and refreshing, but the scent comes out much saltier now. You can tell heâs trying to hide just how affected he is.Â
âHi Lix,â you mumble into his chest. He rubs soothing circles on your back. Your emotional connection has always run deep with Felix, even before he asked to court you. His touch and scent has never failed to comfort you, not even now. If he notices your lack of clothes he certainly doesn't comment on them, though youâre not sure if itâs for your sake or his own.Â
âWas that okay?â Chan, ever the attentive and protective leader feels the need to ask. His alpha is running wild with the need to check in on you, pleasure you, dote on you⊠âHow do you feel?âÂ
âGood,â you answer with a small smile. âFelt good.âÂ
You squirm in Felixâs lap a little. âThen why do you look so embarrassed, baby?â Whelp. You werenât expecting for him to read you like an open book.Â
âS not enough,â you mutter. Chan blinks at you for a moment, prompting you to go on. âI feel like I need something moreâŠâÂ
âAwww,â Changbin coos. âBaby, do you need an alpha to pop a knot in you?â You find yourself letting out a small gasp at his words, red hot desire burning through your system. Thatâs exactly what you need.Â
You lean towards Changbin and slot your lips together. He certainly wasnât expecting it but eagerly accepts it and you moan into his mouth, not caring about the seven other alphas in the room currently watching.Â
âDo you want a knot?â Youâre not even sure who asked the question but you nod so enthusiastically that someone behind you snickers.Â
âWho do you want, baby?â Chan asks you. You only have to ponder for a second before the answer is clear.Â
âChangbin,â you confess. Maybe it was because he was the first one who suggested it or perhaps his tone, the slight condescending lilt in his voice driving you wild with desire.Â
Chan hesitates for a moment and you freeze. Did you say something wrong?Â
âI wouldnât recommend that for your first time, love,â Hyunjin recommends gently. You furrow your brow and your scent must sour at his wordsâyour omega already set her sights on him and you didnât want anything to interfere. You whine in response.Â
âWhy?â you pout.Â
âChangbin is, uh, the thickest one here? Um, itâll be hard to take him for your first time.â Hyunjin flushes while you process his words. Oh. Oh.Â
You know that the eight of them have been involved, some moreso than others who had previously established relationships in the group, but such an intimate response from Hyunjin surprises you for some reason. Unfortunately, his words don't quite sway you the way that he had hoped. If anything it makes you squirm even more thinking about the way he would fill you up deliciously.Â
âPlease,â you beg, though you donât even know what youâre begging for.Â
âWhy donât you start with Lixie?â Chan suggests. His words hit you hard when you realize youâre still in the alphaâs lap. Felix, your Lixie and his sea salt and sandalwood and gentle touchesâŠÂ
âFelix,â you whisper into his ear. âCan I have you?â His eyes are blown wide due to lust and his scent spikes, telling you all you need to know but you wait for him to answer anyway.Â
âOf course,â he drawls. His voice has always sent sparks right down to your core but even more so now, you canât help but instinctively grind into him, causing both of you to let out a low moan at the sensation. Felix pulls down his sweats, the only layer of clothing separating you two, and gently lowers you down to the floor of your nest. You spread your legs open for him and watch as he stares at your glistening core; you have no time to be shy though, not when youâre so desperate that you start to whine. Felix lets out a low laugh before guiding his length between your legs, teasing your entrance with his tip. He pushes into you slowly and waits for you to adjust, your heat fluttering around him and your eyes rolling into the back of your head in bliss.
âMove,â you tell the alpha, and heâs gentle in the way he rocks his hips into yours, slow but deep. Both of your scents swirl around the room overtaken by your arousals and you canât help but think it smells like salted caramel, and the thought of how perfect your scents compliment one another has you going crazy. âMore,â you tell Felix as you wrap your legs around his waist. Your eyes flit to the other alphas in the room who all watch you intently, causing your body to flush more than it already was. Chanâs eyes bore into you and cause you to shudder, but when Felix presses his thumb to your clit and starts to go faster you lose your focus on the other alphas.Â
He works you up surprisingly fast and he presses his body closer to yours when you start to writhe underneath him. âSo good, omega,â he grunts. âPerfect, sweet omega doing so good for their alpha.â You donât warn him before you cum because you yourself are not expecting it. Felix looks like heâs trying so hard to hold back and work you through your orgasm but thereâs only one thing on your mind.Â
âKnot, alpha,â you beg him. âKnot me, please.â Two more harsh thrusts and Felix spills into you, locking his knot into place as you continue to come undone around him with a loud cry. He brushes your hair out of your face and lowers his body onto yours, rearranging your figures into something more comfortable while you wait for his knot to go down. You sigh content in his arms, already feeling more satisfied than just moments ago.Â
âYou okay?â Felix asks and you hum in approval. You felt more than okay but you didnât know how to express that.Â
âThank you, Lixie,â is what you say. You lay in his arms, trying not to squirm or think about his thick knot buried in your cunt lest you start to get yourself worked up again.Â
âJesus,â Jeongin finally says, breaking the silence. âThat was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen.â Everyone snickers at the youngest, eager alpha and you can tell heâs not lying, a sizeable bulge in his joggers to prove his point. You try not to salivate.Â
âCâmere,â you tell the youngest alpha. He looks at you with wide eyes and practically crawls to you, bringing your face into an unexpected, messy kiss. Jeongin has always smelled very citrusy, like lime and grass. His scent reminds you of summer and you fail to restrain from sticking your face right into his neck, licking at his sensitive scent glands.Â
âHi, baby,â he coos. He tries to act nonchalant and unaffected by your actions but his breathing tells another story. You palm at the bulge in his pants and he lets out a small gasp, not expecting it. He watches as you desperately try to get his pants down and reveal him. âWhatcha doing?â he asks finally. âLixieâs cock isnât enough? Itâs still buried inside you, baby.âÂ
You flush at his words, feeling hot all over. As if to punctuate his point, Felix pulses from where he is inside you, causing you to let out a low groan. âWanna touch you,â you pout.Â
âYeah?â he smirks. He wastes no time now in pulling down his joggers, watching as your gaze is transfixed on his cock. Itâs endearing, he thinks, that youâre suddenly so obsessed with him and making him feel good. Once revealed your jaw drops at his length; long and skinny but pretty, just like him. You reach your hand up to touch him, to wrap your hand around his girth but he slaps your hand away lightly. He tsks at you, instead pushing his hips forward to rest his cock on your lips, tapping it against them for good measure. âCome on, baby, you can take it,â he urges. With the innate urge to please your alpha you open your mouth and suckle on the tip, tasting his pre-cum coating your mouth. Heâs delicious, just as you would have assumed, and you moan around him as he pushes forward slightly.Â
Felix curses behind you; you suppose that in your quest to help out the alpha in front of you, youâve been slowly grinding your hips into the alpha still locked into you with his knot. You couldnât help it, really, the sight in front of you is just too arousing to be helped. But Felixâs hands grab a hold of your hips, stilling you.Â
âJust one more minute,â Felix groans. âMy knot⊠itâs starting to go down.â His voice is pained from overstimulation and so you do the best you can to not move a muscle despite the way the heat between your legs pulsates with need. You focus on Jeongin instead, bobbing your head forward and backward in an attempt to get all of him in your mouth. One of his large hands takes place in your hair, grabbing it but not harsh enough to hurt. Itâs just enough for him to be able to take control of your head, using you to take over his own desires. Even still the alpha restrains, not pushing far enough into your mouth for you to choke. When you open your eyes to stare at Jeongin above you he is the epitome of beauty, his toned abs and v-line prominent from where his shirt is now lifted with the corner placed into his mouth. He looks downright sinful with the way he stares down at you with dark eyes.Â
Youâre manhandled the second that Felix finally pulls out of you. A pair of hands are on your hips and youâre being pulled off of Jeongin and onto all fours, another alpha pushing into you before you have time to truly comprehend what is going on. The smell of roses and vanilla floods your senses and you know that itâs Hyunjinâs doing, eager to please you and fill you up before you have to beg someone else to do so. Youâre thankful you can reach Jeongin even better in this position with no need to crane your neck. Jeongin pushes in once again, using your mouth as Hyunjin rocks his hips into you from behind.Â
You feel so full like this, your head starting to feel cloudy when the only thing you can see, smell, or feel are your two alphas. They set up a brutal yet sturdy rhythm between them, Hyunjin in your guts at the same time Jeongin hits the back of your throat. You feel something wet run down your face and Jeongin coos when he sees the tears from your lower lashes start to spill, quick to run his thumbs on your cheeks to wipe them away. He grabs your hair and pulls out, holding you up as he asks if youâre alright. You nod and shut your eyes again, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. The only thing you crave at this moment is your alpha and his cock, the need to be thoroughly used for his pleasure while Hyunjin gives you pleasure of your own overwhelming.Â
Jeongin chokes out a breathy moan when heâs close, spewing praises in your ear that are downright filthy. His grip on your head gets a little more harsh and your face is straight against his pubic bone as he rocks his face into yours two, three more times until heâs spilling his warmth down your throat.Â
âFuckk,â Hyunjin groans from behind you. âSheâs so tight, sheâs clenching around me.â Before you even have time to recuperate, Jeongin is pressing his mouth into yours in a searing, messy kiss. You moan straight into his mouth, unexpecting of the sudden affection.Â
 âYou gonna cum baby?â he whispers, a sly grin on his face. âGonna cum on alphaâs knot?â Your eyes roll back in your head, focusing on the pleasure building up. You rock yourself back onto Hyunjinâs cock, feeling the precipice of your orgasm.Â
âClose,â you warn. âHyunjin, pleaseâŠâ Jeongin grabs your chin and makes you look up at him and the sight of the alpha above youâŠÂ
You and Hyunjin come apart at the same time, your powerful orgasm shaking through your body and causing his knot to slot in place as he releases inside of you with a groan.Â
Your ears start to ring with the power of your orgasm and you vaguely recognize Hyunjin lay you down on your stomach, his body slumping on top of yours as gently as he can muster. Someone strokes your hair and you lean into their touch, sighing contentedly. When Hyunjin finally pulls out you let out a whine of protest but somebody pulls you into their arms, holding you close. Youâre rocked back and forth as someone whispers into your ear and itâs soothing. Youâre surprised when the smell of lavender and laundry hits your nose because Seungmin has never been this gentle or doting on you before.Â
You blink your eyes open to see him staring softly down at you. It makes warmth flood your heart because you and Seungmin⊠have always had a playful, teasing relationship full of banter. He wasnât one to coddle you or necessarily go out of his way to say kind things to you. He was more the type to show his love through actions than through physical affection or words of affirmation. Like memorizing your coffee order, giving you his hoodies to wear, folding your laundry for you when youâve had a bad day, or taking you out to the arcade or to watch baseball games with him. His love was often unspoken and so the way he holds you so close to his chest, it makes light tears flood down your face with adoration.Â
âSeung,â you whisper. His hand strokes through your hair. He must be feeling a certain type of way, or rather, knows this is exactly what you need right now. Especially as a sharp pain shoots through your abdomen and he cradles you even closer.Â
âYou feelin okay?â he asks, voice laced with concern. âYou can take a break if you need to.â You shake your head, the proposition of not having every one of your alphas distressing enough for a whine to leave your lips. âHey, weâre not going anywhere, pup,â he tells you. âIf you need an alpha cock that bad, there are eight of them to choose from.âÂ
Thereâs the Seungmin you know. You hate to admit how his words are sent straight to your core. Youâve always loved your banter and teasing nature, and right now it has you red hot to your bones. You feel the slick pour from your legs and you whine again, shoving your head straight into his neck.Â
âYouâre gonna act all shy now?â he scoffs. âGonna act like you didnât just choke on Jeonginnieâs cock ten minutes ago?â Your body burns at his words and you squirm in his lap, causing him to chuckle. âI can give you what you need if you ask nicely, pup,â he tells you, laying you flat on your back. You cover your face with your hands and he growls, pinning your arms at your sides.Â
âPlease,â you whimper.Â
âThat was pathetic,â he laughs. âYou can do better than that.âÂ
âSeung, please,â you babble, squirming desperately beneath his gaze. âWant you⊠need you please alpha, it hurts, want your knot, please take care of meâŠâ Well, that seems to be exactly what he was looking for as he lets out a pleased shudder at your words. You watch, licking your lips as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down just enough to let his cock out. He teases it against your folds but doesnât make you wait long before he pushes in, gentle but deliberate in his need to satiate your desires.Â
You let out a content moan at being filled by him. His arms on either side of your head, he starts rocking his hips into yours. You lift your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he softly grinds into you.Â
When you hear a wet sound behind you, you immediately turn your head. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of Jisung on his knees with Minhoâs cock shoved down his throat, one hand gripped harshly in his hair as he maneuvers him the way he wants. The sight is sinful, pornographic, nauseatingly attractive as your boyfriend looks so pliant and submissive for the other.Â
A light smack to your face draws your attention back to Seungmin. âDumb omega,â he says in a teasing lilt. âPay attention to the alpha thatâs fucking you, yeah?â You nod pathetically at him, trying hard to concentrate despite the lewd sounds that come from behind you. He makes it so easy to pay attention though, his cock bullying in and out of you in a way that has you seeing stars. Youâve always wanted to see him like this, for him to lose his composure because of you. And heâs still holding together so well, barely audible panting and low groans escaping his throat when his hips slam against yours just rightâŠÂ You want more, though. You want his smug grin to be wiped off of his face, want to see him lose himself to the pleasure in the same way you are. Right now, âthis is for you,â is what heâs telling you, and though heâs feeling good heâs only focused on you, his omega, and fucking her dumb through her heat because thatâs what you need. Youâre leaning up on your elbows before you can process it and pulling him into a messy, wet kissâone that distracts him long enough for his pace to falter and for you to push him onto his back.Â
âWhatââ Seungmin starts, taken aback. His eyes widen slightly and his brow furrows in confusion but youâre taking charge of your pleasure now, using him while showing him youâre not all dumb omega, that you can take care of him just as well. You grab his hands and place them onto your breasts, squeezing around his hands so he gets the point to hold them the way you want. And he immediately responds, kneading the flesh and thumbing around your sensitive nipples.Â
You start rocking your hips and the satisfaction you get when he lets out a groan and throws his head back is unlike anything youâve ever experienced. You want him to make that sound again and again, want to ride him until you make him pop his knot inside you. And when your hips slam up and down into his, completely setting the pace and feeling his big cock hitting all the right places inside you, you feel smug. Smug because Seungmin has his eyes closed in pleasure, his mouth open and panting, unable to control where he puts his hands. The stoic, smarmy alpha act is gone and now all he can focus on is your tight pussy and the pleasure you give right back to your alpha. And youâve always loved his voice, his singing beautiful and melodic in all the right ways, but now⊠Now? You would hear those pitchy whines every day for the rest of your life if you could.Â
The best part about this new position is that it gives you a perfect view of the show you were missing. As you bounce rhythmically on Seungminâs cock you eagerly watch your Sungie get his throat fucked relentlessly. His big round eyes are scrunched shut, face dripping saliva and tears as he moans around Minhoâs cock, pistoning into him at a brutal pace. The hand is still tight in Jisungâs hair, effectively holding him in place for him to just use⊠And Minhoâs face is cat-like, predatory with narrowed eyes and a sly grin. You clench around Seungmin, losing your pace as you turn your focus to the show in front of you, your heart beating rapidly when Minho turns to look you in the eye and watch the way you chase your own pleasure. A thin glean of sweat coats his features and when Jisung gurgles around him, making a lewd pathetic sound, Minho throws his head back with an open mouth. You think it might be the most beautiful scene youâve ever witnessed in your life. Then Minho pulls his cock out of Jisungâs mouth with a wet pop, and Jisung sticks his tongue out as if expecting what comes next. When Minho finishes all over Jisungâs face and eagerly laps up what he can, you cum too, the sight too irresistible to ignore the way your body wants to respond to it. And so you grind yourself against Seungmin again and your pussy squeezes him so deliciously, as if trying to milk out every last drop. Itâs no surprise he follows suit, pumping you full of his release as his knot settles comfortably at your entrance.Â
You let out a loud, dramatic sigh as you collapse into Seungminâs arms, relishing in the way he strokes your hair and draws little symbols on your back. There he isâthe soft Seungmin that's comforting and caring, and not the Seungmin you usually see on a daily basis. Youâll take it, never one to complain about cuddles or a little gentle caress from your alpha. You nuzzle into his neck, letting that fresh lavender smell overwhelm your senses as you relax. You even start to doze off a little bit, your muscles tired from overexertion and your head nestled comfortably in the crook of Seungminâs neck. Even though youâre both a little sticky from sweat, your bodies feel like they were meant to be pressed together like this.Â
It doesnât take long for Seungminâs knot to deflate but you find yourself letting out a whine in its absence. âShhh, pup,â you hear him coo. You vaguely find yourself thinking you want more, need more but youâre flooded with the potent scent of petrichor that makes you feel so pliant and sleepy you canât help but succumb to sleep. You want to whine, curse Chan for using his pheromones on you but you canât bring yourself to when you feel a wave of security and comfort engulf your senses.Â
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Youâre in an in-between state where you can hear whatâs going on around you but you canât move, limbs and eyelids too heavy and protesting the signals your brain is sending.Â
âThat was so hot,â someone says, barely audible. That at least floods you with warmth and satisfactionâyour pack thinks youâre hot.Â
âI feel bad for making her fall asleep but she needed it, she was starting to push herself,â someone says, changing the subject. You can at least put two and two together and figure that itâs Chan expressing his regret. âEven if she sleeps for a few minutes, her body needs it.â Someone else hums in agreement.Â
âWas mean,â you slur. You slowly regain use of your extremities, fingers twitching then your whole hand. It takes some effort but youâre able to rub the sleep from your eyes.Â
âSorry baby,â Chan sighs. He strokes your hair with deft fingers and you think you can forgive him, just this once. It is your first ever heat, after all, and who would you trust but your one and only pack alpha?
âYou owe me one,â you say with a pout, and you open one eye to shoot him a playful glare.Â
âAnything,â he concedes. âBut I think you have other company.â As you sit up and wiggle away from a sleeping Seungminâs grasp, you notice the subject in question. A whiny, squirmy Jisung, eyes flickering between you and Minho at rapid speed.Â
âPlease, hyung,â he squeaks. âSheâs awake now, please? Iâll be good. Iâll be so good,â he babbles. Minho just watches with his arms crossed and squints at you, the hint of a grin splaying on his face. When he waves his wrist dismissively at the younger alpha he all but leaps into your arms. He kisses your face wet and erratic and you realize he smells more like Minhoâs vanilla than his own bergamot. That thought alone, that Minho has already laid his claim on him is enough to have you squeezing your legs together, remembering the scene from not long ago.Â
His arms grope every part of your naked flesh within reach and you feel thoroughly felt, thoroughly wanted. You moan his name and babble and grab him back, arching your back in an attempt to press your core against his. He doesnât protestâyouâre so wet that his length accidentally slides into you and makes a loud squelching sound that causes you both to squeak. When Jisung ruts into you itâs desperate, messy and all-consuming. He barely pulls out before pushing back in, trying to savor the feeling of being inside you without having to fully leave.Â
A hand on his shoulder causes him to jump and itâs Minho with his devious smile. He still wants to have control over the situation, over Jisung, and his presence serves as that reminder. âDonât you dare think about cumming before your omega,â he orders. âOnly pathetic alphas canât please their omegas, right Sungie?â Jisung nods frantically, his grip on your hips both bruising and grounding.Â
Youâre not expecting Minho to bend down and start lapping at your clit so it takes you by surprise, your legs thrashing out only to be held in place by the two alphas. His precision counteracts Jisungâs reckless abandon, his eyes narrowing and darting between watching you and Jisung. As if to add fuel to the fire, he occasionally tongues at your entrance making sure to pay attention to Jisungâs length pistoning in and out of you.Â
âGood job,â Minho purrs condescendingly. Youâre rocking your hips up in a desperate attempt to get Jisung deeper, to feel Minhoâs tongue right where you want it. âLook at how youâre making our baby omega feel.â Jisungâs eyes are half-lidded at the alphaâs statement, his tongue sticking out as he pants and whines.Â
âM close,â you warn Jisung. You watch him closely, no longer paying attention to Minho or his actions.Â
âOh god,â he whimpers. âPlease, please cum. Iâm gonnaâgonna fill you up so good. Gonna cum so deep, canât hold it anymore, y/nnie, pleaseââÂ
Your orgasm crashes over you and Jisung explodes the second he feels you clench around him. He cums and cums and you feel his warmth so deep inside you, his cock pulsing as his release hits him just as hard as yours. His knot locks in place and you both let out a sigh of relief. He collapses onto you and you hold him tight, watching Minho rub circles into his back and your face alternatively. At one point Minho reaches in between yours and Jisungâs bodies just to thumb at your clit which makes both you and Jisung whine at the oversensitivity and for Minho to smile devilishly.Â
You think Jisung might have fallen asleep by the way his breaths even out, not even budging when his knot finally deflates. When you shoot Minho a frantic glance he is already moving, taking Jisung in his arms and prying him off of you. Though he whines at the separation he immediately curls up into Minhoâs arms so he canât be terribly distressed.Â
You throw an arm over your eyes and smile. You even let out a light laugh because how can this feel this good? How can your alphas take such good care of you, be with you during your first ever heat (which is supposed to be stressful), and make it so comforting and pleasant?Â
You smell jasmine and patchouli before you even see Changbin and you already want to press your legs together. Changbin is the thickest one here, Hyunjin had said. Itâll be hard to take him. Youâve never been one to back down from a challenge but youâre already second guessing yourself when Changbin fills you up with his thick fingers. Just two of them and you feel so full, but then he pulls his fingers out and sucks Jisungâs release from his fingers. The sight is almost obscene but your heart rate picks up, clearly intrigued by his actions.Â
âWant a taste?â he asks with one eyebrow quirked. You open your mouth and then shut it again before nodding at him shyly. Youâre expecting for him to reach down in between you again, to find more of that white substance to scoop up and feed you but instead he leans forward, grabbing your jaw by the hinges and forcing your mouth open.Â
âTongue out,â he demands. You do as you're told, sticking your tongue out as wide as it will go. Changbin leans even closer and spits directly onto your eagerly waiting tongue before lightly slapping your face, signifying for you to close your jaw and swallow. You do taste Jisung a little bit, a bitter mix of salt and his signature bergamot smell. For good measure, you stick your tongue out again to show Changbin that you swallowed every last drop. He smiles at you and you return it happily until he pulls down his pants.Â
Fuck.Â
They werenât kiddingâhe was thick and long, his girth almost resembling a can of soda. You crawl backwards instinctively, wanting to say something intelligent like âthereâs no way thatâs going to fit inside of me.â Of course, no words form and Changbin responds to your hesitation by grabbing an ankle, pulling you towards him alarmingly fast.Â
âItâs okay,â he coos. âAlpha will take good care of you, alright?â You whimper but nod your head, watching as he drags his length up and down your center. He positions his tip at your entrance and you can already feel the stretch. Youâre well-lubricated with enough slick and cum now to at least make it a little easierâyouâre not sure how you would manage withoutâbut you still feel inch by inch stretch you out.Â
âBig,â you complain, squirming under his intense gaze. You can tell he wants to make some snide remark in return but instead he just blushes, his ears turning red to indicate your words have some sort of effect on him.Â
Finally heâs seated all the way inside of you and if you look down you can even see the slightest bulge in your tummy. He must see it too because he groans and flings his head back.Â
âWoah,â Hyunjin comments from somewhere behind you. âThatâs so hot. Heâs in her guts.â You laugh as Changbin says something filthy to him in return.Â
He hasnât even started moving yet, staring at the bump in your stomach. When he presses down on it you both moan, the pleasure heightened.Â
âLook at that, babe,â he instructs. âWhile I fuck you full watch the way my cock hits your little tummy.â He starts in earnest then, the way he thrusts into you at full force enough to knock the air out of your lungs. He punches little noises out of you every time your hips connect though heâs not exactly quiet himself.Â
âThatâs gonna be me next,â someone whispers in your ear. You look up to find an intimidating Chan lingering over you and he grabs you, positioning himself right behind you so he can hold you still while whispering improper words in your ear. âGonna fuck my omega so good, hmm? Gonna stuff you full of my cock over and over again.â You squirm but he has a vice grip on you, leaning forward to nibble on your ear. His hot breath against your skin has your body running hot but you feel him everywhere, smell him and his petrichor with every breath you take. Even while Changbin is fucking the living daylights out of you Chan is there, distracting you from every other sensation. âTake what we give you,â he snaps when you move again. âAre you so cock-drunk and greedy that you wonât listen to your alphas?âÂ
You shake your head, tears pricking at your lash line. âNo, Channie, alpha, Iâll be good, gonna be good,â you promise. Changbin grabs your legs and hoists them over his shoulders, effectively bending you in half while he bullies his cock in and out of you.Â
âToo much,â you wail at a particularly deep thrust and you hear Changbin scoff.Â
âToo much?â he mocks. âYou donât think your alphas know whatâs too much for you? Silly omega.âÂ
His words cause your toes to curl and your body to tense and before you can even warn him you cum around him so tightly you swear you black out for a second.Â
âSo tight,â he comments and you let out a high-pitch sound and close your eyes tight while your orgasm continues to pulse. He fucks you so hard and fast through it that your body is overwhelmed and fuck, youâre cumming again.Â
Chan and Changbin both watch as your release squirts out of you, covering his lower abdomen and causing him to glisten in a way thatâs obscene. But boy did that do something to Changbin, the scene so hot that he pushes his hips into you one final time and stills as he finishes. You cry out when his knot locks into place, not used to an intrusion that large and you think thereâs no way you could move, youâre just too full.Â
When you lean your head back you see Chan smiling at you with a glint in his eyes youâd never seen before.Â
âWhat?â you ask him as he leaves small touches along your body, paying close attention to your collarbone and shoulder.Â
âNothin,â he responds quickly. He waits a beat and then⊠âYou need to take a break before we start? Need to take a nap?â Itâs sweet that heâs checking in on you when you know heâs been dying for a chance to ravage you, his scent giving him away.Â
âNot a chance in Hell,â you laugh. âAlpha, you better fuck my brains out or Iâll find someone else to do it.â Youâre bluffing and you both know it, his eyes darkening at your attempt to rile him up. Youâve heard about Chan and his tendency to get in these moods, his need to put people in their places and essentially⊠tame them. You knew you could push his buttons and he would show you a side of him youâve never seen before while simultaneously trusting him to reduce you to a whiney, submissive omega for him. Itâs what you wanted. He knew it too. You can tell when he tongues at the inside of his cheek and smiles, looking up at the ceiling as if to calm himself down.Â
âCute,â he comments as if heâs talking about you and not to you. âVery cute. But when I have you crying because you canât cum again and alphaâs cock is too much for you, remember that it was you who tried to be cute, and it was you who riled me up, yeah?â You gulp nervously. Chan looks⊠predatory, observing you as if determining when the right time is to strike.Â
âI couldâve been so sweet to you,â he continues on. Your breath catches in your throat. âYou couldâve gotten sweet, loving Chan to help you through your heat, to fuck you slow and gentle. But thatâs not what you want, right? You want the big mean alpha to âfuck your brains out?âÂ
Changbinâs knot deflates and you wrap your legs around him in a last-ditch effort to get him to stay, to maybe fool Chan into believing that his knot is still locked deep inside you. But youâre not that lucky because Chan is quick to laugh and grab your legs, prying you off of Changbin as if you weigh nothing.Â
âDonât be smart now,â he warns. âFinish what you started.â He pulls you close to him, sitting you down in his lap on his prominent bulge. He kisses you once harshly before trailing down, sucking a large mark onto your neck right below your scent gland. His teeth nip right where your mating bite would be, teasing you.Â
Your eyes flicker to everyone else who seems to be watching in awe. Hyunjin has crawled into Changbinâs arms now that heâs available but both of their eyes are glued to you as if watching a cinematic masterpiece.Â
âHeâs so hot when he gets into his âalphaâ mode,â Felix whispers to Seungmin. You wanted to agree with him but your senses are so overwhelmed with petrichor and mint. Chanâs scenting you, claiming you as his as thoroughly as he can for the other alphas to see.Â
âThey canât help you,â Chan comments when he sees you shoot Minho a desperate look. He gives you a fake pout in return. âItâs me and you, omega. Your safe word is pineapple, okay? I will only stop when you say that word, otherwise itâs game on.â You nod at him and he grips your chin harshly, making you look straight into his eyes.Â
âWords.âÂ
âYes, alpha.âÂ
Someone lets out a shaky breath.Â
Heâs quick to maneuver you the way he wants, positioning you on your knees with your back facing him. You turn behind you to look at him but he grabs the back of your neck and pushes you face first into your nest. You hear him unbuckling his belt and you want to look so bad, to touch but he positioned you a certain way and you donât want to disobey already.Â
Chan says nothing as he pushes his length into you, grabbing your hips and letting out a groan as he bottoms out. He pulls out and slams back in, causing you to lurch forward. Your hands grab at anything, a pillow or t-shirt in order to ground yourself as he sets a brutal pace.Â
At some point you hear him scoff and he reaches forward and grabs your arms, holding them behind your back. This lifts your face and chest off of the ground and he uses this new leverage to pound into you.
âFuck,â he groans. âPerfect little cunt. Gonna⊠fill you up. Gonna make you round with my pups.â You gasp. You would have never thought he had such a filthy mouth and here you are, looking at the unfiltered version of him.Â
âChan,â you moan, clenching around him. His thighs slap against the back of yours and you can feel him so deep inside of you that you let out sounds that can only be described as animalistic. Your orgasm builds up so fast that you barely have time to warn him, letting out a loud cry instead. He fucks you through it until the afterwaves have worn off and your head slumps forward. He lets go of your hands and gives you a second to recuperate and then heâs lifting you up again, cradling you in his arms.Â
Youâre about to question what heâs doing before he slides into again and you squeak. He shushes you and grabs your thighs, lifting you up and down on his cock.Â
âYouâll let me use you, omega, right?â he grunts. âLet me use you like a little toy until I cum?â You nod and blink tears away at the overstimulationâyou want to do this, want to be good for him. His grip will likely leave Chan-shaped fingerprints in your hips and that thought alone makes you feel warm, your wolf liking the thought of your pack alpha claiming you for everyone else to see. You throw your head back and Chan lets out a groan as if heâs in pain. âDonât do that,â he whines. âDonât show me your pretty neck like that. Youâll make me want to bite you.âÂ
You gasp, your heart beating twice as fast in excitement. Youâve talked about mating bites before, but since the relationship was still so new you had assumed everyone would wait until the courting phase was over. But that thought of being his, belonging to him and the pack?Â
âOh, you liked that, didnât you?â he grins. He bounces you up even higher just to slam you back down onto his cock, relishing in the way your face scrunches in pleasure.Â
âHer scent spiked,â Seungmin comments intelligently. âShe really wants you to bite her.â You want to make a snide remark, to tell him to shut up but nothing comes out besides a broken sound.Â
âYeah?â Chan teases. âWould omega like it if I put a bite right⊠here?â He leans forward and places his teeth right on your scent gland, right where a large hickey was already forming from his previous actions. He bites you, lightly, not enough to mark or seal the bond, but itâs enough to make you cum again.Â
Youâre surprised, heâs surprised, and you practically convulse from the intensity of it. His hips stutter and he falters, clearly taken aback.Â
âGonna⊠gonna, fuck,â he gets out. You can tell he was going to say something that probably would have made you squirm from the lewdness of it but he canât get it out because he thrusts once and then twice before he releases inside of you. He throws his head back and opens his mouth to let out a loud cry and he looks angelic in a sense, a thin sheen of sweat covering his features and thick muscles that makes him look like heâs glowing. You help the best you can, weakly lifting your hips to help him ride through his orgasm but his knot locks into place and he holds you so tight in his arms you think you might suffocate. He cradles you towards his neck and places you right into his scent gland and a sense of serenity washes over you.Â
Youâre thoroughly spent. You feel satiated, no longer thinking about your pleasure or the desire that had overcome you. You can rest and you very well could fall asleep in Chanâs arms right now, with his cock still seated inside you but you know his protective inner alpha would never let him. Jeongin brings you water to drink out of a straw and you oblige, drinking every last drop in record speed. Minho is close behind with a sandwichâwhen did he even leave the nest? But he hand-feeds you every bite as you breathe in the scent of your eight boyfriends. Your nest smells like love. It smells like home, like the eight people who have vowed to take care of you.
Chan hears you sniffle and immediately tenses. âWhatâs wrong?â he asks. âAre you hurt? Was I too rough?âÂ
You laugh as you pry yourself away from his neck to look at him, grabbing his face with two hands as you plant a kiss to his lips. When you pull away he gives you a confused look, brows furrowed with pursed lips.Â
âI just love you,â you confess. âI love you all.â He lets out a sigh of relief when he realizes the tears were happy in nature.Â
âWe love you too,â he replies with a kiss. âWeâll have to talk about this mating thing, you know.â A blush creeps up your face when you remember how eagerly your body reacted to the prospect of getting bit.Â
âI know,â you answer. âJust⊠want to be yours.âÂ
âBabygirl you already are.âÂ
When his knot finally deflates a pair of strong arms lifts you off of him. Changbin helps you lay down and Seungmin is waiting with a wet cloth to wipe you clean. You donât even have to lift a muscle but you do, leaping into the arms of a sleepy but sated Felix. You nuzzle close to him and Jisung clings to your back immediately. You register a flurry of hands and legs all moving together to join the cuddle pile taking place in your nest but your eyes flutter closed and you let out a content sigh.Â
You knew that one day you would have to get your heat and though you were apprehensive about it, you shouldâve known youâd have your pack to help you get through it. You shouldâve known it was okay to open up to them about in the first place and you shouldâve known they would take care of you without blinking an eye. Now you know and it has only reinforced your love and trust of them.Â
You fall asleep in seconds surrounded by the warmth of your alphas, your boyfriends, your pack.Â
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MARKS ON YOUR BODY - LN4||OP81
summary : In which it starts with strip poker and ends with questions about a specific hidden tattoo and some secret piercings. Or, Lando and Oscar are both hot for you and let you know it.
listen up : zakbrowndaughter!reader 18+ not fully smut but pretty suggestive (at least for me who doesnât write smut lol) iâm blushing. STRIP POKER PHOTO INSPIRED!! tramp stamp and tits pierced??đââïž
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âAlright Lan, You wanna stop?â Oscar eyes Lando whoâs in pants only. The only way Lando would lose strip poker is if he distracted me too much with his body.
He laughs, âFuck no!â
âFuck yes.â I throw down my cards and yawn, âIâm bored of winning.â Oscar had so many pieces of outerwear that heâs lost multiple times but still is wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
Strip poker is my game apparently, maybe the possibility of the guys being naked fueled my fire.
âI swear youâre cheating.â Lando shakes his head.
Oscarâs laughing as I scoff, âI do not cheat! Just accept defeat, Norris.â
He leans against the table, âIâm not losing to you, Brown.â
âI think itâs too late for that, Lando.â Oscar fiddles with a card in his hand as I lean my head back. Apparently, my hair moves with me and Oscarâs brow shoots up, âYou have a tattoo?â
I blink, âUh yeah.â
âWhat!?â Lando practically screams, âLetâs see.â
I move back my hair to reveal the tattoo thatâs behind my ear, itâs a tiny 8 for the number I grew up racing with. âThatâs hot.â Lando nods as Oscar hits his arm, âI want to get a tattoo.â
âNo you do not!â Oscar argues as Lando sends him a dirty look.
He turns back to me, his arms crossed against the table so his biceps pull my attention, âDid it hurt?â
I shrug, âYeah, but some of my others hurt more.â
Landoâs jaw drops, âYou have more? How did we not know this?â
I laugh again, âI hide them from my dad.â
âReally?â Oscar asks, seemingly surprised at my sneaky nature.
The corner of my mouth pulls upwards, âYou wanna see the rest?â
His eyes are deep as he nods and taps the card against the table. âIâm assuming theyâre easy to hide.â
I sigh and hook my finger to the bottom of my shirt, pulling it upwards. He's right, of course. All of my tattoos arenât easily seen by my father.
I pull my shirt until I reach my sternum. Landoâs smile dulls as his eyes zero in on my skin, clearly not wanting to miss anything. I have a star design that goes in a line with little details around it.
Oscar leans his head back against the headrest, biting his lip and checking me out. I donât think heâs ever looked hotter.
Landoâs hair is a mess but in the sort of attractive way that makes you want to pull it. The two of them are my greatest desire with bright orange caution tape put up by my father.
Zak Brown hates when I'm with the two of them, no matter which, he doesnât trust me. But coming back from the FIA awards, they offered me a ride since we were all going back to england, so it was only polite to accept.
I drop my shirt and I swear I see Landoâs mouth fall into a frown. âDamn⊠didnât know you went against daddyâs orders.â
I smirk, âHe hates tattoosâŠThinks theyâre trashy. Which is ironic because...â I stop myself before I can go on, trailing off and grabbing my water to play it off.
âBecause what?â Oscar asks.
âUmâŠâ I donât really know what to say and I feel quite overwhelmed with these two men staring at me.
âYou have one more. Donât you?â Oscarâs trying to hide his smirk but is shit at it. Lando looks to his teammate, then me.
âNow we have to see.â The curly haired man stretches his arm on the table, his muscles rippling and making me bite my lip.
âOkay.â I situate myself so I'm sitting on my feet. I pause, looking at both of them for a second. The whole thing is so oddly erotic and ridiculously hot.
I turn around in my seat, pulling down the back of my sweats ever so slightly so my tramp stamp is in view. I look over my shoulder to see their reactions because neither of them say a thing.
Oscar is staring, face blank and directed at my lower back. Landoâs mouth is open just the slightest bit, his arm draped over the back of Oscarâs seat. Itâs not huge, just thin lines that make up a butterfly and some swirls to compliment it.
âFuck.â Lando whispers, Oscar looks at him but doesnât tell him to stop, just mumbles along with his friend. âYeah.â
âYou like it?â I know they do. Iâm not blind.
The two are staring at me like iâm fucking edible and the way they look right now, I might be. âIâd be an idiot not to.â Oscar says as I turn back around, my shirt still pulled up and my hair to one side.
âI think this is the first time Landoâs been speechless.â I joke as his eyes meet mine again and his cheeks go pink. âAm I making you nervous, Norris?â
I expect him to roll his eyes or scoff, but he just breathes out and says, âYouâre really hot, Y/n.â
âCanât argue with him there.â Oscar wipes a hand over his mouth before tapping the table, âI wanna see it closer.â
I realize that he means he wants me to sit on the table. âNot even a please?â I tease but I'm already turning and setting myself down on it.
Iâm about to adjust my pants but Landoâs hand does it for me. His skin is cold and holds my hip as his fingers dip below my waistband.
âWhy a butterfly?â Oscar asks, leaning against the table to get a better look. I lean back and rest against my arms as they look.
âThought it was cute.â
Oscar laughs a bit, âHow often do you mark your body because itâs cute?â
Lando slides out of his seat, moving into mine so I'm facing him. He doesnât even ask, just slides a hand onto my hip and another on my shirt, pulling it up to see my sternum.
Oscar switches with Lando so heâs now holding the back of my sweats. I let my eyes train down Landoâs chest⊠his abs⊠his arms. Heâs fit as fuck and the way he was acting during strip poker, he knows it.
I go back to Oscar's question, realizing I got distracted by Lando in front of me. âVery often actually, piercings too.â
This prompts Lando to push my hair behind my ear, admiring my jewelry, âHow many do you have?â He sounds almost out of breath.
âTwelve.â His fingers drift over my earrings, counting.
âYou only have five on each, though.â As soon as Lando says it, I hear Oscar shift in his seat.
I donât even wait for Lando to catch on, I just grab his wrist and have my shirt go up with his hand. Lando lets out a noise, close to a whimper.
He stares at my bare chest, the only thing on me is my jewelry decorating each nipple.
I hear Oscar stand, his hand gripping my hip tighten as he gets closer. Heâs looking over my shoulder, I lean back a bit so he has a better view of my tits.
Landoâs hand is resting on my neck, pushing my shirt against my skin, I can feel his pulse beat faster under my fingertips.
Landoâs gaze shifts to Oscar as the brown eyed man stares back at him. I feel like theyâre having some telepathic conversation that I canât understand, until Oscar looks back at me.
His eyes are darker, the air filled with tension. As my eyes flick to Lando, I see his chest rise and fall. I get it now.
My hand slips to Oscarâs face, his jaw and cheek warm against my touch. I hesitate purely to see how his breath hitches, then I kiss him.
Lando swears as Oscarâs tongue dips into my mouth, he freezes between my legs. I break the kiss with Lando, hooking my leg around his waist to pull him in closer.
âAre you still nervous?â I whisper as Oscar moves his lips to my neck. Lando looks like heâs dreaming, his head turning side to side slowly as I smirk.
He kisses me, softer than Oscar at first but he becomes sloppier when I start being affected by Oscar attached to my neck.
The aussie mumbles against my skin, âThis your end goal all along? Strip poker⊠tattoo tour⊠fuck?â
I lean my head back and laugh, âNo. I guess I'm just lucky.â
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Imagine if ghosts reverted to their death state on the anniversary of their deaths, but I'm making it worse for Edwin in particular.
So I feel like Charles would struggle with it, obviously, but he also met Edwin when he was actively dying so, after a handful of years, he doesn't mind if Edwin -- only Edwin -- sees. They just sit down for the day and read till he can slip into his orb form in a facsimile of rest.
But then we got Edwin. This man will yap and yap about capital H Hell but God Forbid he actually TALK about his trauma. 'Charles mustn't be exposed to that!' is his fav excuse but c'mon. Be. So. Fr. He just doesn't want Charles to think of him differently.
There are days where Edwin hops off to the library or something and gets lost in books for days, it's not new. Ghosts have shit perception of time. So when Edwin disappears to the "library", Charles thinks nothing of it. He just goes to do some of his own shit -- concert, ghost cricket, idk -- and very impatiently waits for Edwin to be done. (They have a deal that he can come drag Edwin away after the 48 hour mark if he's not home by then.)
Another thing is, Edwin hasn't explicitly stated what day he died, so Charles has no idea. It doesn't occur to him that he's never seen Edwin's death anniversary till he's telling Crystal they'll be closed in a week for his, and she asks when Edwin's is.
And he just. Doesn't know.
So Crystal ushers him through her vanity because god forbid these boys have self initiated confrontation. And now Edwin is being cornered and he reluctantly reveals what he's been doing. Aka lying and spending his most vulnerable days in an abandoned garden or something. Charles is fucking Gobsmackedâąïž and they talk, etc.
Anyways, Edwin's death anniversary is a month or two away from Charles' so they wait, both anxious as hell but Charles is being Charles and coping by helping Edwin instead.đđ (Edwin confronts him because PUT THEM BOTH ON BLASTâŒïžâŒïžđŁïžđŁïž)
On the day, Edwin's form changes little by little. Rubbed in rashes around his wrists and the corners of his lips, paler, sunken eyes, and bursted blood vessels looking like freckles. Charles spends the whole night reassuring Edwin and layering him in love and I'm such a sucker for love confessions so you KNOW they gotta have a moment like:
"I'm proper gone on you, aren't I?" Charles whispers into Edwin's hairline, sounding utterly smitten.
"Even like this?" Edwin asks. Equally quiet and wholly insecure, something Charles will spend the rest of his afterlife rectifying the same way Edwin has for him.
"Especially like this."
#tetris belies itâs wisdom upon thee#dbda#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#charles rowland#payneland#crystal palace surname von hovercraft#shes here for a line or two#and whips them into shape so she deserves a tag#anyways these gay ghost boys make me wanna explode
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Itoshi Sae has far more feline traits than those narrow turquoise eyes of his. At the top of your notes app titled âI donât need a cat, my boyfriend already is one,â is the fact that Sae will never, ever be clingy, will never ask for your touch, and is coy about romance as a wholeâbut he just has to be near you.
Manshine City is playing Ubers. Ubers cannot resist having a yellow card every time they step on the pitch, and Manshine City pisses Sae off more than even he knows. Youâll press him about that later, because heâs watching the match in your shared bedroom and not the living room television which is not only bigger, but louder like he likes. Why is he fixing your temperpedic to be a damn near 90 degree angle when thereâs a perfectly good couch in another room?
âWhoâs winning?â You call from the bathroom. Youâve chosen to grab a bar stool from the kitchen to make yourself comfortable as you part your hair into four sections. Itâs a hard ritual, but it pays dividends; you noticed that you were shedding a lot less hair when you sat down and pre-detangled before the shower. And you were a little optimistic about your last style and ended up stretching it out a few days longer than you should have. The end result wouldnât be good to your heart.
Youâre half way through finger detangling your section when you realize Sae hasnât answered you. You lean back, the open door to your bedroom allowing you to catch a glimpse of him. Thereâs something off about his expressionâSaeâs normally indifferent looking, sure, but there is a harder frown etched into his face. And heâs not even looking at the game. Heâs glaring atâŠthe door frame?
âBabe,â you say, and it breaks his trance. He looks up at you, but youâve once again disappeared from his line of sight. That lean back was killing your spine.
âHuh?â
âI asked who was winning.â You carefully two-strand twist the now slippery section together, then use an alligator clip to keep it off your back. Itâs kind of crazy how long your hair is now compared to the beginning of the year. You take down your next section, looking up from your lap and-!
âHoly shit!â
Sae gives you an unimpressed look in the mirror. You look at his reflection instead of him when you demand âWhen did you get in here?â
âWhile you were daydreaming.â
The tv is off. Or itâs paused. The vacuum of silence is a little uncomfortable. You were doing your hair in an old tshirt; a reprint of Saeâs U20 match jersey. It would make plenty money on the internet, and here you were getting hair products all over it. Sae looks at the front of your shirt with a wrinkled nose. Other reasons your boyfriend is a cat: he needs a fucking collar, and he pulls faces instead of vocalizing.
âWhat are you doing?â
âMy hair.â
You can see his roaming gaze trying to piece together the exact routine you have, but heâs struggling. Before another quip can leave his mouth you elaborate. âPre-detagnling. That way when I wash my hair it has less breakage.â You squeeze your detangler into your hands and slather it into the wetted section of hair you were working on. âI wanna keep what little hair I have.â
You get a real reaction this timeâa snort of disbelief. âYou have more hair on your head than Aiku has on his entire body.â
You blink. âThatâs not really a metric Iâm privy too.â
âHeâs like a gorilla. Itâs gross.â
You hum, but you love Saeâs endless opinions. You can tell he still has some rattling around in his brain that heâs having trouble spitting out. Perhaps heâs finally using a filter around you, or heâs really trying to find just the right delivery to piss you off. Itâs 50/50.
He finally settles on, âYou hair has gotten really long,â as heâs transfixed by the quick motion of your digits twisting the hair into a long rope. When it drops against the side of your head and he sees where it reaches, he shakes his head. âLike, really long.â
âThanks,â you smile, and warmth spreads in Saeâs chest. âWerenât you watching the match?â
âI paused it.â
âWhy?â
He doesnât answer. âI thought long hair bothered you?â
âIt does,â you answer slowly, really trying to keep up with this conversation. Sae pings questions at you like the midfielder he is, but this is a little too quick. âBut I think when I was growing my hair out the first time I never shaped it, or did styles with it. There was this girl at a restaurant I went to, like, years ago when I was at the beach with my parents who had long natural hair. She had it pulled back in a satin scarf and had like two little front pieces sticking out.â You create the style by gesturing your hands over your head. Saeâs gaze melts, the usual hard line of his mouth settling into something content.
âShe was so pretty.â You have a distant look on your face, and Sae doesnât doubt you have that crystal clear memory in your head. âI wanted to be as pretty as her. But I didnât really know what to do with my hair, and it has really hot all the time, so I cut it. I think about it all the time though.â
Sae acknowledges your story with a nod. He traces shape of your curls with his finger, careful not to pull too hard. A soft tug elongated the spiral, and then it snapped back.
âYour hair is beautiful,â Sae suddenly spits, making eye contact with you in the mirror. âI liked it when it was short, and itâs pretty now that itâs longer. I donât know if I ever told you.â
He hasnât. Not so bluntly, at least. Sae never needs to occupy his hands, so he doesnât touch your hair at all, ever, but now he coils the strands around his finger like his own personal fidget. Something stupid balloons in you lungs and press hard against your ribcage. Pride, maybe? Love, probably. You twist your neck and the piece of hair slips from his grasp.
ââPreciate it,â you reply, adopting his casual air to force down your excitement. Saeâs face stays the same though, and he even goes so far as to press a little kiss to your exposed shoulder blade. He must feel the heat of your skin, because a smirk curls across his face. Oh, you could kill him.
âAlright, alright,â you shoo him. âI gotta get to work. This is just the pre-wash, so Iâm going to take a minute in here.â
âI could shower,â he says absently, and before you could even protest, Sae is opening the shower door, rearranging products around the wall to make sure your shampoo, conditioner and wide tooth comb are front and center. âItâll be warm though, and not scalding hot like you like it.â
âThen donât shower with me.â
The pipes turn on, Saeâs fungerâs dipping under the water the check the temperature. âItâs bad for your skin anyways.â
You donât even mention it. You probably will halfway through when heâs âunknowinglyâ doing your hair for you, but it could wait.
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You could make a Yandere Virgin Viktor, what he would be like if he were in love with his new assistant, but he hasn't declared himself yet..
( I don't know if you make yandere characters, if you can't do that I understand and I'm sorry for this request )
yandere!virgin!viktor who knows â just knows â youâll be the one to take his virginity the instant he lays eyes on you.
heâs been waiting. waiting so long for that special someone to show up â the someone who he could give himself to wholly and completely, with absolutely no regrets.
and you are that person. viktor just knows it.
itâs in the soft way you speak to him, the way your gaze lingers on him from time to time, the occasions when you subtly slide against his front to allow your plump rear to graze his cock â you want to take it, itâs so obvious; you want him to completely lose his mind as he buries himself inside your pussy over and over, as he loses every bit of his innocence with each drag and slide. as you take it from him.
you want to be the one to fuck him up entirely. and anyone could see it, right? itâs not just viktor.
heâs sure sky can see it, more than positive that jayce can too â doesnât miss the way jayce sometimes bristles with jealousy when you snuggle yourself into viktorâs personal space and talk so low itâs like youâre whispering to him (and only him); and viktor doesnât even try to shake off the satisfaction it makes him feel.
youâre his as much as heâs yours.
and thatâs why you donât pull away when his hand âaccidentallyâ grazes your soft chest as he reaches past you to grab something. itâs why you donât bring any focus to the way his eyes practically undress you, despite the fact that youâre very aware of it. itâs why you lean into his touch, why you hug him for a fraction of a second longer than anyone else at the end of the day, why you smile and giggle so much when he talks to you.
viktor knows it, but something is holding him back; maybe itâs fear, maybe itâs doubt, maybe itâs his complete lack of experience â maybe itâs all three rolled into one. even the irrefutable fact that itâs destined by the stars fails to give him the courage to act upon it.
but one day, he will. one day he will bury himself deep inside that hot cunt of yours and lose every bit of sanity and innocence within your walls; heâll fuck you so good that all the waiting will be worth it. heâll give you his everything until you cry from how painfully deep his love is embedded into your bones.
heâll make you see the truth.
but for now, viktor will simply fuck his own fist while he fantasizes about you; eagerly biting into his lip and craving the day he can merge your realities together to create one entirely new, entirely unique to just you two.
because thatâs how itâs meant to be. viktor knows it.
actually my first time ever writing yandere pls be gentle </3 i actually really enjoyed writing this so thank you so much for requesting! gotta get back to the other drafts i have so many jfc thank you all for reading and i love you so much!
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meddle about
an outerbanks band au! | a jj maybank and rafe cameron smau
synopsis: after competing and winning the battle of the bands, the sirens were offered a record deal, launching them into stardom. when they are about to go on their first world tour, the band is faced with the decision of who they will open for them. they choose the swell, their runner-up in the battle of bands two years prior. with a rocky past with some members of the swell, y/n, the leader singer of the sirens, must tread carefully not cause anymore problems during this choatic tour.
intros | prologue | part one
tw: mentions of depression, anxiety, adhd, addiction, child abuse (emotionally and mentally), alcohol, weed, cocaine, homophobia, and sex.
word count: 2.1k
author's note: finals week kicked my ass but we slay and i put out a new chapter of something finally
thursday, august 15th, 2024
You took one last puff from your cigarette before throwing it down to the ground and smothering it with your sneaker. You let out a loud sigh before grabbing the handle of the door and walking back into the first stop of The Lie to Girls Tour.Â
As you walk in you notice how the venue has come to life with roadies sending everything up for later that night. You start walking towards your dressing room when someone calls out your name.Â
You turn my head and see Ward Cameron making a B-line for me. You roll my eyes and stop in front of him.Â
âWhat do you want, Ward?â You ask the manager of The Swell and Sarahâs father.Â
He gives you a sneer and folds his arms to assert dominance over you.Â
âWhere is Sarah?â He asks with a stern look on his face.Â
I let out a chuckle.Â
âI donât know where she is, Ward, but I can be damn sure she doesnât wanna talk to you.â You say before walking away from the older man.Â
You walk towards your dressing room and look around yourself diligently hoping you donât see him. You make it to your dressing room and open the door to see Sarah getting her hair done by the bandâs hair stylist, Aubree, and Cleo getting her make-up done by the bandâs make-up artist, Kimora. You walk in, letting the door close behind you, and go straight for the couch that Kie is sitting on and lay your head on her lap.
âYour dadâs a dick, Sarah,â I say with my eyes closed enjoying the atmosphere of the room. Kite lets out a muted snort.Â
âI know he is, but what did he do now?â She asks, twisting to look behind her at you on the couch.Â
âNothin, just asked where you were. But I guess he didnât even bother to look because anyone else could have told him that you were here.âÂ
âDid you tell him where I was ?â
âFuck no, that would mean I would have to spend five minutes walking with him here. I would rather spend the night in whatever torture chamber Satan's got prepared for that man.âÂ
The whole room laughs but you. You werenât joking, you were serious.Â
âHowâd you even bump into him girlie?â Cleo asks?Â
âWent for a smoke out on the side.â You reply nonchalantly.Â
Everyone in the room this time groans.Â
âI donât like this judgment Iâm getting from everyone. I hardly smoke cigs anymore! We are Texas and Iâm not tryna get arrested before we have even gotten on stage.â I defend.Â
âI guess thatâs acceptable,â Kie says, tapping your nose.Â
You scrunch your face at her.Â
âSo how are you girls feeling? The first night of your basically sold-out tour.â Aubree asks as she finishes the final curls on Sarahâs hair.Â
âSo excited, man. I have a good feeling about tonight.â Cleo smiles.Â
âOh my god, knock on wood right now, Cleo! Youâre gonna jinx us!â You exclaim sitting up from Kieâs lap.Â
âI don't think itâsâŠâ
âI swear to god, you better knock.âÂ
Cleo doesnât say anything but rolls her eyes and knocks on the ledge of the vanity in front of her.Â
Kie looks at you and sighs.Â
âBabe I mean this in the nicest way possible, did you take your meds today?â She questions.Â
âYes, I did.â You roll your eyes at her question.Â
âSo excited and nervous.â Aubree takes it away.Â
âSheâs just nervous about interacting with JJ.â Sarah spills.
âWhat the fuck! No, I am not! I could care less what the dipshit thinks.â You refute.Â
Just as you finish, the band stylist, Jess, walks into the dressing room holding everyoneâs outfit.Â
âSo you didnât text me saying you literally have to look sexier than sexy this whole tour to show JJ heâs an idiot.â Jess chimes in.
You let out a loud groan.Â
âDamn it, Jess. You just fucked my whole I donât care vibe.â You whine.Â
Everyone lets out a chuckle at your reaction.Â
âWell, Iâll have you know that the outfit I picked up is killer.â Jess smiles.Â
âLemme see!â You sit up excited like a child at Christmas.Â
She puts all the outfits on the rack and pulls out yours.Â
Everyone in the room, oohs and ahhs.Â
âOh Jess, you are a magic baby!â You laugh.Â
She smiles and shakes her head and walks over to you to give you the hanger.Â
âGet changed, I wanna see how it looks on you.â She demands.Â
âYes, maâam.â You smile and get up off the couch. You go behind the divider and get undressed and put on the outfit that she had chosen for you.Â
You get changed into a faux leather corset and a black faux leather skirt.Â
When you step out from behind the divider, everyone in the room whoops and whistles.Â
âGet in my chair now,â Aubree exclaims. âI have the best idea.âÂ
You giggle and nod excited to see what she had in store for your hair. As Aubree works on your hair, Kimora starts on your make-up.Â
The room is filled with laughter, music, and singing. Aubree is done with your hair pulled into a slick back 90âs spiky bun when thereâs a knock on the door. She gives your hair one more spritz of hairspray before going to grab the door.Â
When she opens the door, the once loud and obvious room is now dead silent. JJ Maybank is standing in front of the door.Â
He looks around uneasily and then looks at you. He is in awe of the way you look.Â
âIs there a reason youâre here?â Aubree sneers at him in an unkind tone.Â
âUh-uh i-uh..â He keeps staring at you.Â
âYo pervert, either say something or get out.â Kimora scolds him.
âYeah- uh sorry,â he keeps his eyes on you. âWard sent me to get you, says Minerva is looking for you.â
You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. What the fuck? You think to yourself.Â
âAnything else?â Kimora questions, their tone suggesting heâd leave.Â
âHe said I had to walk you thereâŠâ He hesitates.Â
âSheâll be out in a minute.â She says before shutting the door in his face.
You turn to the other girls with your eyes widened in confusion. They all shrug at you not knowing what is going on. You look at Sarah and mouth Your dadâs a dick. She sighs heavily and nods.Â
You look around the floor and put on your Doc Martens.Â
âFucking bastard.â You mumble to yourself about Ward before opening the door.Â
You look at JJ with a sneer and wait for him to lead you to Minnie.Â
âSo uh- IâmâŠâ He stutters out and you cut him off with a glare.Â
The rest of the way to Minnie was silent. He did not try to utter another word to you.Â
When you find her, she is surrounded by roadies asking her questions about the final touches on the venue.Â
When she sees you and JJ together she gives you a strained smile. She knows that this is not a situation you want to be in.Â
âThank you, Jackson. You can leave us.â She says coldly and wraps her arm around your shoulder. You giggle when she calls him his legal name and wrap your arm around her waist.Â
âYou look like a good kid, everyone did you up real pretty.â She smiles down at you.Â
âThey did, this team might be my favorite.â You smile up at her.Â
âGood, goodâŠâ She says as the two of you walk. âI gotta ask you a favor and I know you donât wanna do it but Ward Cameron is up my ass and if I know if we make a fuss, which I want to, things will get leaked to the press and none of you kids need that right now.âÂ
âWhat do you need, Minnie?â You furrow your brow.Â
âI need you, specifically, to sing a song with one of the members of The Swell. Ward wants it to be JJ for publicity to say there is no bad blood between the two of you, but he can kiss my ass. That is up to you to forgive him and only you, hun.âÂ
âJesus Min, this man is gonna be a pain in our asses all tour isnât he?â
Minnie nods and that is all you need to know that it is going to be a long tour.Â
âAlright, Iâll do it. And Iâm choosing the song.â You say.Â
âSounds good to me. Break a leg, youâre gonna kill out there.â She offers a kind smile before reaching five steps away from you and she is surrounded by people who need to ask her questions.Â
You turn around and go back towards the dressing rooms. You look around looking for the name you need. You go up to the door and knock.Â
The door opens and you have a smirk up at him.Â
âHow would you like to piss off your dad tonight.â You ask.Â
He doesnât respond with words but instead, a sly smirk spreads across his face and he opens the door wider so that you can step inside.Â
â
The crowd was electric tonight. Even though most of The Swellâs songs were unknown to the crowd, they enjoyed it very much and it definitely helped that all the members were attractive.Â
You stand backstage getting mixed up as you watch from the sidelines. As the last song comes to an end JJ goes up to the middle mic.Â
âHowâd yâall like that one?â He asks the crowd. They cheer and scream to show their enthusiasm.Â
âGood, good,â He chuckles into the mic. âNow Iâm gonna hand this over to Rafe.âÂ
Rafe is up from his drum set and someone is already taking his place. He runs up and daps up JJ before taking his place in front of the mic.Â
âNow, if youâre a fan of The Swell, youâll know I donât sing up in the front often but I wanted to treat yâall for the first show. And as for something extra special, I have a guest. But your hands together for Y/N L/N of The Sirens, everybody!â He exclaims.Â
The crowd goes while as your name is said and you step out on the stage. You give the band members a wave except JJ and head on over to Rafe.Â
âHey, everyone, are these guys treating you well?â You ask into the mic. The crowd cheers in response. You smile seeing everyone enjoying themselves.Â
âI'm glad, so I have a question,â You look at the crowd. âDo yâall know Perfect by One Direction?âÂ
The crowd erupts in total chaos.Â
âSeems like they know it, pretty girl.â Rafe flirts. You give him a smirk and move in closer.Â
âSeems like it, so yâall are gonna sing along with us?â The crowd erupts once again in cheers. âAlright letâs do it.â You smile at the crowd.Â
The music starts playing and you sway your body to the music coming from your ears. Rafe brings the mic to his lips and winks at you before he sings.Â
âI might never be your knight in shining' armor, I might never be the home you take home to Mother,â He sings to the audience. âAnd I might never be the one who brings you flowers,â He turns to you while pointing at himself and sings âI can be the one, be the one tonight.âÂ
The crowd screams loving the chemistry the two of you are displayingÂ
â When I first saw you from across the room I could tell that you were curious,â You sing, looking up at him and checking him out.Â
âOh, yeah,â The whole band harmonizes with you.Â
âBoy, I hope youâre sure what youâre looking for âcause Iâm not good at making promisesâ You riff.Â
You and the whole band sing the chorus. But as you sing your eyes are locked on Rafe and his eyes are locked with yours.Â
When everyone gets to the line, âIf you like to do the things we shouldnât do,â you and Rafe are close. He has one hand on the mic and the other on your waist. You have two arms around his shoulders sharing the mic he was sharing. His gaze is locked with yours not daring to look away.Â
For the rest of the song the two of you are never less than a foot apart and when you are close one of you is touching the other. It was like you were the only people on stage even though you were performing in front of thousands.
Although you never looked away from the audience or Rafe, the one thing you could feel was JJâs burning jealous gaze on your back.Â
after the concert...
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may I request missđđ»ââïž some high nsfw katsuki
warnings for nsfw, p star! katsuki, no quirk college au, consumption of weed n alc, masturbation, fem! reader, itâs a cliffhanger iâm sorry i donât have the brain rn
katsuki bakugo would become a porn star entirely on accident.
the topic would surge from time to time in his friend group, mostly as a joke. because "gosh, bakugo! you have the body of a porn star! you sure you're not on some secret account we don't know about?" and it really got to him. what does a porn star body look like, anyway? it's a mystery to him, as he pulls out his phone on incognito and...
he's in disbelief. he's actually looking up porn. never in his life would katsuki bakugo ever think of doing so. katsuki feels like he'd be less guilty if he's not sober whatsoever, so he's searching multiple accounts on his twitter throwaway with one hand as the other holds a small joint. it's not long before his eyes are completely red, pants and boxers slid down to his ankles, and videos recommended by kaminari going on auto-play.
but he's not satisfied, not one bit. he stopped caring for physique videos ago, he's now entertained by the poor technique. with blurry vision, he reads the replies and quote tweets, expressing their inconformities. comments like "god, her moans sound so fake", or "can't he stroke it slowly? i want it to last" make his mind run. katsuki bakugo was lost in the world of constructive criticism, while his ego began to chew at him.
he can do better than those stupid extras, right?
of fucking course. he's katsuki bakugo. but he's not gonna fucking do it. nope. never.
katsuki bakugo is a lightweight. he feels like he's sitting on the moon instead of his couch as he's gulping down some cheap rum his friends bought the week prior. and soon enough, his camera app is open, cock fully on display, and he's stroking it for a few good minutes. and the camera catches everythingâhow his cock twitches every time his strokes get slower, how the tip was reddish and filled with precum from the very beginning, his heavenly moans, his white-knuckled grip, and how his knees shake as he comes undone and stains his red, velvet couch.
and he has the video on twitter as a draft, half written caption and all. katsuki needs to visualize how it would look like if he posted. until he does. his finger slips, and the video and half caption are posted. at first, katsuki is mortified and doesnât know what to do, until he sees a person liking and commenting. he decides to leave it up until he sobers up.
twelve hours and a huge hangover later, user 00179359027728kb is a twitter porn sensation.
thousands of users express their love for him, asking and demanding for more videos, as well as wishing to be his partner in crime. when katsuki realizes he can monetize this, he suddenly has dollar signs for eyes. a few videos later and katsuki bakugo is famous.
so famous, in fact, that one of your friends is in love with him, despite only seeing the lower half of his face. she raves about him to you on the daily, and as a result you find yourself creating a throwaway to watch his videos, and damnâkatsuki is fucking sensational. heâs an icon, and you wish he were in your bed right then and there.
but heâs quickly discarded by your own brain as you get ready for an outing. itâs a nice, weekend night, and your friends are ready to go clubbing. once you get there itâs⊠okay, you suppose. dim lighting, people stuffed like sardines in a can, and the occasional couple eating their faces in the corner. you know the many cocktails you had are catching up to you once you accidentally bump into a person, and as you turn to apologize, youâre stunned.
âyâshould watch where youâre going.â
âiâm so sorry, i didnât see yâwaitâare you that kb guy from twitter?â
heâs like a deer in headlights. ââŠthat depends. whoâs askinââ
ânameâs y/nâ you giggle, âi know you cause i have a friend whoâs nuts for you.â
you officially pique katsukiâs interest. his eyebrow rises as he smirks, âoh, is she?â he tilts his head to the side, âwhat about you, sweets? you watch me too?â
shyly, you nod. his smirk gets bigger as he steps closer, âshe here? i donât really do pictures, though.â
âdo you do videos?â
liquid courage. it would cost you a lot to even say that sober, and you blame your drunken state for your boldness. katsuki bakugo has that fiery look in his eye as he laughs. âsure i do, sweets. you wanna be the first model for my page or is it just to spite yer friend?â
first?
only model is your goal. youâre determined to make that happen.
âbathroom? in 5?â
âya got it, captain.â
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What Arcane characters would gift you for Christmas!
Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce
(Semi crack Drabbleïżœïżœ sorry for going super long with Viktorâs and Jayceâs HCs. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH)
(Jayce is Hispanic in my hc :3)
ENJOY AND HAVE FUN LOVE YALL<3
Not proofread
JINX
Hear me out⊠the first thing she would plan to gift you are decorated safety googles.
As a matter of fact everything she gifts you is handmade!
She knows you love to spend time with her when sheâs in her workshop and the extra spare of googles she had were pretty crappyâŠ
âUgh, these old things? Pfft, they look like theyâve been through a freakinâ explosion⊠oh wait, they probably have! We gotta get you a new pair soon toots!â
Theyâd be totally decked out! Lots of character as she calls it.
âOkay toots check it out! Maximum protection but most importantly! They got style!â
The googles themselves would be in her classic style, very colorful paint, cute little heart scribbles all around! And of course lots of glitterâŠ.
â"I mean, you've got to stay safe while causing mayhem, right? And hey, if we're blowing stuff up together, you'll definitely need these. Plus, I made them perfectly for you. No one else will have goggles like these... trust me!"
I totally see her adding little handmade jewelry from her gears and spare parts, would totally make you a belt or choker out of spare bullets.
Vi
She would totally panic on what to get you for Christmas. Like what if you suddenly hate the thing youâve loved since the very beginning sheâs known you???
Would end up both buying and making you something!
Sheâs make you something small but meaningful
âOkay Okay fine! You can open mine now. Just donât laugh too hard CupcakeâŠâ
Youâd open the poorly wrapped gift to uncover a bright pink scarf she knitted you! The stitching is a mess.. there a holeâs through the project (no doubt a missed stitch) but in all honesty it so cute you feel like your heart might explode.
"Yeah, I know I'm not, uh, the best at this kind of thing," she mutters, scratching the back of her neck, "but I figured you could use something to keep warm... and, you know, 'cause it's winter. And... you're important to me."
Guys please tell her she did an amazing job PLEASE.
She would also totally buy you a pair of combat boots! Totally saved up for months in advance.
She loves the idea of being able to match and have a bit of her style on you!
Ekko
Just like Jinx (sobs) heâd also make something for you!
The first thing heâd give you would be a little sketch book full of drawings of you from random moments throughout your relationship he remembers oh so clearly.
"I've been working on it for a while... It's... it's just a bunch of drawings. I mean, not just anything. Stuff that made me think of you. Stuff we've done, or things I hope we do. I don't know, it just felt like the best way to show how I feel about... well, us."
Okay he would also totally make you matching jewelry (matching clock hand necklaces?)
Youâd force him to take the hour hand since itâs shorter (heheheh little man)
Once you explain your reasoning as to why he should take the smaller one he sighs disappointedlyâŠ
"Okay, okay, I get it," he finally says, a little less playful now, his voice softening. "I guess if you want me to wear it, I can..."
Then, a grin creeps back onto his face as he adds, "But don't think I'm letting you off the hook with the minute hand. You're wearing that one for sure." He places the hour hand necklace around his neck, the smaller pendant resting there, and looks up at you with that mischievous gleam in his eye.
He pauses, holding up his necklace, "I'm still the one with the bigger job. You'll just have to keep up." A proud smug smirk now rests on his face.
Viktor
FUCK WHERE DO I BEGIN I LOVE THIS MAN
o k a y. He would just like Vi panic⊠not because he doesnât know what to get you but because he totally is going Christmas shopping late⊠very very late.
As much as I would love to say heâd make some little invention to make your day easier and give it to you for Christmas I donât see it happening.
Not because he wouldnât do it but because he already does it all the time! A little example, youâre late for work often? A little robot that hits you with a plastic squishy hammer every morning at 7 am waking you up when he canât!
Heâd definitely want to make Christmas special, I see him buying you something and then doing something special for you too!
Christmas morning would be greeted with warm hugs and kisses along with an even warmer bowl of potato soup!
He wanted to make sure he perfected his motherâs BramboraÄka recipe. It was a once a year meal him and his mother shared every Christmas day.
Heâs not a good cook by any means⊠but this is the one dish he can make and oh boy can he make it.
"Don't expect perfection," he says with a small, self-conscious smile, as you catch him sneaking a taste of the soup. Viktor looks up, his gaze softening. "I hope you like it," he says, and despite his usual perfectionism, there's a quiet pride in his voice. You take a sip, and the rich flavors of mushrooms, potatoes, and herbs immediately comfort you, just like his mother's love must've comforted him all those years ago.
OKAY for the making gift he planned I see him commissioning something due to the fact a lot of his inventions lack aesthetics.
Specifically I see him commissioning a music box that functions as a a jewelry box as well! He would have loved to make it himself but he was worried he wouldnât have gotten the look right.
"Do you like it?" he asks, his voice softer than usual, as if he's worried about the reception. "I had it made... I thought... it might remind you of us."
The detail was breathtaking-floral patterns etched into the surface, with tiny gears and delicate metalwork accenting the edges. The craftsmanship was stunning, and you couldn't help but run your fingers over the smooth finish.
you lifted the lid, and a gentle, lilting melody began to play. It was slow and sweet, a tune that felt timeless, and as you stared at the tiny figurines inside, your breath caught.
His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his cane, his gaze flicking between you and the music box. "I commissioned it," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "I had the craftsman use a sketch I made. It's how I see us... in my mind. How I feel when I hold you." He paused, his expression softening. "I thought... I thought you deserved something that would remind you of that. Of... how much you mean to me."
Jayce
Oh hon⊠Jayce would spoil you rotten.
Iâm talking presents are overflowing underneath the tree.
You thought you lost your favorite piece of clothing? WRONG! He commissioned for more to be made in different colors and textures for you.
All the fragrances in the world he knew you would enjoy.
Cozy adorable pajamas we would give you Christmas morning so you could cuddle up drinking hot chocolate.
Spends Christmas Eve spoiling you and cuddling and being so tooth rottenly sweet.
Itâs Christmas Eve, the scene was almost overwhelming. The living room looked like a perfectly curated holiday catalog-twinkling lights, a roaring fireplace, and, of course, an absurd number of gifts. Jayce sat cross-legged beside the tree, an excited grin lighting up his face as he handed you the first box. He had merely grinned, sheepish yet unrepentant. "What can I say? I got carried away?.â
"Open this one first," he urged, nearly vibrating with excitement. Inside was a bottle of an exquisite fragrance, the glass etched with delicate, swirling designs. It smelled divine-rich, warm, and entirely you.
"I figured you'd like that," he said eyes carefully watching everyone expression you make. You swear if he had a tail it would be swishing uncontrollably right now.
Christmas Day would be you spending Christmas day at his motherâs house!
(Listen Iâm hc them as hispanic because for one HIS MOMS NAME HIS XIMENA⊠and two because why not :3 )
You have a great relationship with his Mother, she absolutely adores you and sees you as her daughter.
Thereâs lots of yummy food sheâs prepared⊠perhaps too much for just 3 people?
Nonetheless, a pot of pozole, tamales de puerco and de dulce! And of course she made jayceâs favorite choco flan!
God she urges to to eat until you nearly pop! You have to undo your belt by the end of the nightâŠ
"Come, sit!" his mom insisted, pulling out a chair for you. "Jayce told me you've never had my tamales. That's a crime! Here, start with this." She placed one on your plate, her eyes twinkling.
Jayce sat beside you, his grin widening as you took your first bite. "Good, right?" he asked, nudging you playfully.
You could only nod, savoring the perfectly seasoned masa and tender filling.
Later in the evening, when everyone was too full to move, Jayce leaned over and slipped his hand into yours. His eyes were soft, his voice low as he said, "I'm glad you're here. Thisâ" he gestured to the lively scene around you, "âfeels perfect with you."
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I'm sure you can tell from your notifications I've binged the entirety of your asshole roommate bingge au today, so here's my contribution
You know the meme of guys watching horror movies with girls so they'll be scared and cling to them? Well Binghe tried that, but Shen Yuan is extremely unphased by horror movies, so it usually ended up with Binghe acting scared so Yuan-ge would cuddle him (good, but he wants it to be the other way around.) Anyway, at some point he figures out that if he finds cool nature films to watch, Shen Yuan will grab onto him to point out cool facts. Basically,
Watching a horror movie:
Shen Yuan: Well that was fucking stupid of them
Binghe: *Exaggerated squeak of fear* Gege, I'm scared!
Binghe, internally: This is not going to work
Watching a documentary on the natural adaptations of various wild cats:
Shen Yuan, grabbing Binghe's arm: Oh, I love these! Did you know that margays can actually reverse their ankles 180 degrees to go up and down trees more easily? Isn't that cool? See- they've got a video. Gods, that looks so weird. But isn't it fascinating? Tropical birds actually evolved something similar-
Binghe, focusing on not sobbing because gege is looking at him with such a delighted expression and he's holding onto his arm and his eyes are so pretty and: Mhm
SO TRUE ... but also while they're watching horror movies and binghe is moping about yuan ge not being scared, shen yuan would be the one to go "binghe is being so quiet... I'll hold him, he must be terrified" and binghe is having the time of his life
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NOT SO HAPPY HOLIDAYS - LN4
âłpt.5
christmas special
part one - part two - part three - part four
summary : As the days start getting closer to Christmas, you find yourself even more comfortable with your previous enemy. In a drunken spirit and ego boosted from karaoke, Lando canât control his words. Even when Max finds you two in bed together.
og summary : Spending Christmas with my brothers best friend isnât my ideal way to celebrate. With my parents in the maldives and my ex calling me non stop, I was hoping for a small town cozy christmas! I was going to get that with Max and his girlfriend until Lando Norris worked his way into the mix.
listen up : dual pov! alcohol! swearing! drunk lando!
words : 3334
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âLando. Listen to me.â Oscar says over the phone, his voice registering in my brain but being distinctly distracted by two women taking instagram photos next to me.
âI am listening.â I mumble, watching Y/n turn and smile at the camera. My phone vibrates in my hand and I see that Oscar has requested facetime instead.
âWhat?â I look at the man whoâs sitting in the sun and probably at the beach, âCan you pay attention for two seconds? I donât want to be talking about work either.â
I sigh, turning away from the girls, âCan I ask you something?â I walk farther away just in case they can hear me.
Oscar groans at me still being off topic, âShoot.â
âHow did you know Lily fancied you?â
His brow jolts up, âI mean, We were pretty young, I just remember that she spoke to me a lot and she-â Lily pops her head in the call now.
âDon't listen to him, Lando! He was absolutely oblivious even though I was literally a giggling school girl around him.â
Oscar looks at her lovingly, âYou were quite smiley.â
âOkay wrap it up lovebirds.â I roll my eyes.
Lily leaves and Oscar looks at me quizzically again, âSo, who do you like so much that would possess you to ask that question?â I stay quiet for a moment, glancing back at Y/n whoâs backlit by the sun, âArenât you with your family? Or Max and his girlfriend right?â
âNo one. Iâm just curious.â Deny deny deny.
He hums, âWait⊠Doesn't Max have that sister you stalked all year-â
âOkay bye Oscar!â
He scrambles to get words in, âWait we still need to talk about-â
I hang up on him.
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Max and I have been kicked out by our the women. More like I was kicked out and Max was just craving a coffee. Itâs not my fault I canât cook!
After almost catching Y/nâs hair on fire, I was banished to the little coffee shop thatâs been getting us through this week.
The barista hands us our coffees and one hot chocolate for Y/n. Max and I walk slowly to our car, looking at the scenery on the way. âIâm excited for Christmas.â
I smile as Max hums, âYouâre awfully chipper.â He gives me a side eye and a smirk, to which I promptly shove him, âUgh! I do not want to know!â
He laughs, âI know that P teases you about it, But I really do think a girlfriend would be good for you.â
I donât just want a girlfriend. I want Y/n. I kick a rock at my feet, mumbling, âYeah I doubt that.â I meant that he wouldnât want me to have a girlfriend if it was his sister, just he scoffs.
âThink about it! This year was completely fucked and yeah a lot of good shit happened but imagine how much easier the bad shit would be if you were in love.â
âYouâre disgusting. Us ten years ago would be gagging at this conversation.â
Heâs smiling still, âYeah and thatâs because I am in love.â I roll my eyes at his cheesy ass, âHow do you have no roster, mate? Itâs honestly embarrassing.â
âMaybe I do.â I sip my coffee, âI donât have to tell you everything.â
âMaybe iâm just hanging out with Y/n and P too much, their best friend girly vibes are fun.â He points to me, âStill, itâs break! Get your groove on!â
I walk faster, shaking my head. âGroove? Iâm going to leave you in the snow.â
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Iâm in a mini dress in the snow. What could go wrong?
I slip five minutes out the door which makes Landoâs arm become my new best friend even though my faux fur coat keeps tickling him.
We may or may not have pregamed for the tiny local bar which has me slipping on ice. âFour jolly jolly shots pleaseâŠâ Lando reads off the bar's menu, laughing a bit.
He looks good. Like really really good. His curls are perfect as usual and when he leans over to talk to the bartender, his dark green shirt tugs against his arms.
My brothers arm goes around my neck, tugging me and laughing, âMerry Christmas, sis!â
âLet go of me you vermin!â
âShots!â P sings, handing me mine.
âCheers to us!â Max grins, holding his tiny glass up.
âCheers to Christmas.â P smiles happily.
Lando taps his glass on the table along with us, winking at me, âCheers.â We all down the weird peppermint alcohol and swiftly make our way to the dance floor.
We sing along to shitty music and dance together in a crowd of college kids home for break, and their parents.
Landoâs hand finds my waist and is quickly slapped away. He gives me a pouty look which I find annoyingly attractive and quickly turns it into a smirk.
I down my drink, spinning back to my friends and dodging a guy and his friends. âHey!â The guy smirks and I accidentally laugh in his face, he looks about five years younger than me and is staring at my chest.
I find my friends laughing and drinking with a random man who sort of looks like santa.
âY/n!â Lando puts his arm around me which I promptly pull off.
âArenât you busy trying to hook up with a tourist?â I blink at him while my brother and P are distracted.
He leans in a bit, âYouâre a tourist, arenât you?â
âYou trying to get in my pants, Norris?â This makes him smile.
âIâm familiar with the area.â
I find myself at the bar again, but this time I order water. P and I giggle at the sight of Max and Lando just standing there looking lost without us.
âIâm really proud of you.â P says out of the blue.
I frown, âThanks? Iâm proud of you too.â
âI just mean⊠youâve been through a lot.â I know what she means. My ex. âAnd youâre the best person I know.â
I smile, âI adore you, P.â
The truth is, my ex cheating really did break me. But I already knew something was wrong. I wasnât being treated correctly and honestly breaking up with him was not on the top of my to-do list.
P was always there for me, my brother is a lot to handle and sometimes I just need a girl to talk to. That girl for me is P.
She pops back to her boyfriend while my water gets refilled. I swear this altitude is fucking with me, iâm so thirsty all the time.
âHi.â I'm about to yell at the college guy who approaches me, until I realize there is no way this man is under twenty five.
âOh! Hi.â I smile politely and tap the bar.
I clock his douchy attitude as soon as his ringed hand (which definitely came from shein) and patchwork tattoos land on the bar, clearly flexing.
âYouâre gorgeous⊠Sorry, I just had to tell you!â He acts shy, like itâs horribly embarrassing to hit on. woman.
âThank youâŠâ Is all I can say before he continues.
âIâm Seth!â Heâs australian⊠I think? Heâs got short hair with dark skin that makes his eyes pop. âAre you visiting? I am.â
I nod and sip my water, âYeahâŠâ
âMy girlfriend used to live here! My friends let me choose the place andâŠâ Heâs going on a long rant that I definitely did not consent to hear.
Heâs loud in the way that iâm embarrassed to be heard with because heâs talking nonsense and trying to scoot closer to me with every word he speaks.
I bring my glass to my lips again, looking around then back to Seth who is still talking about his ex. Did I do something to offend the universe?
The hand on my hip scares me, but I donât jump. I know the feeling too well by now. Landoâs smiling at the bartender, a protective arm around me, âThree green tea shots, thanks.â
He leans his hip against the bar, holding me close as my cheeks go red and I start chugging my water. Seth looks absolutely astonished, âWhoâs your new friend, Sunshine?â
âSeth.â I say, swirling my straw around the cold glass.
âHey manâŠâ Seth looks scared. âI- I didnât know she was taken.â
âSheâs not.â Heâs quick with it and I have to bite back my smile to contain myself from embarrassing Seth even more.
âOhâŠâ Seth hums, clearly wanting to go but I know Landoâs doing that thing where he states blankly at someone while smiling. âWell uhâŠâ
âChoose your words carefully, Seth.â Lando slides him the shot then hands one to me. I decline and he downs it easily.
âThanks.â He downs the drink with Lando, âAnd sorry.â Seth looks at me before scurrying off.
I turn to Lando, his hand never moving from my body, âWho knew you were so intimidating?
He shrugs, âI donât mess around with the people I care about. Plus he just seemed like he was bugging you.â
âQuite talkative.â I smile softly as he laughs, âYouâre good at the whole protective act.â
âWho said I was acting?â His face is serious when he says it, but immediately changes when he hears Maxâs voice.
âYo!â His hand drops to his side and he smiles at my approaching brother, âThey have karaoke!â
P and Max end up on stage exactly two drinks later. I stick to water, my head already hurts from the others singing.
They're singing Ainât No Mountain High Enough, and sort of slaying it. Max spins P as they both laugh and pretend theyâre at some sort of concert.
âPlease get up there!â I giggle with Lando, my hand on his arm as he smiles at me in that dreamy way he does so often.
âNo way, Sunshine.â His eyes lined on my lips, his words a bit slurred.
âPlease, Lan?â
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, âWhatâll you give me if I do?â My breathing quickens as he looks at me, drunk and so out of it that he looks like heâs about to kiss me.
I reach my arm out to fix the messy bit of his hair. His eyes follow my hand and drift down my arm back to me. Thereâs something so personal about the way he looks at me but itâs hard to explain.
Heâs got many different expressions and maybe I'm just a bit self centered, but I swear he has some just for me.
Heâs drunk now so all secrecy goes out the window. Heâs lucky Max and P are singing so horribly on the tiny sticky stage.
âWhatever you want.â I pull my hand away, âWhen youâre sober, though.â
âIâm not even that many drinks in!â He scoffs in a whiny tone.
Heâs five drinks in I think.
âBut iâll do whatever you say apparently.â His chair makes noise against the floors, practically pushing P and Max off the stage as his chosen music starts.
Linger, by the cranberries.
My smile grows as he starts, absolutely butchering the song immediately. He looks fucking free and absolutely ridiculous.
The microphone against his lips as he spins around and points to me, âYouâve got me wrapped around your fingerrrrrr!â
It was my favorite song in highschool.
Heâs a terrible singer and incredibly drunk but knows all the lyrics by heart.
Max starts videoing and Lando flips him off, P is actually in tears and I feel a sense of calm and quiet happiness. Itâs weird to think about, especially surrounded by sound and drunken people.
Still, I really do appreciate my friends in moments like these. I watch Lando on the stage again, his eyes are closed and heâs singing along quietly.
Most of the bar claps when heâs done, providing him false confidence even as he almost falls from the stage.
Lando slumps himself in the chair next to mine, Max and I speaking about old Christmasâ and how weird it is that so many things have changed.
P talks about her family traditions and how sheâs happy weâre all together even if it is a bit unconventional.
Lando stays quiet, just hums along to the music and keeps his eyes closed. Max laughs at his friend, âReady for bed, Bob?â
âI can drive back.â I sit up.
Max and P arenât quite ready to go and assure me that they can take a cab. Lando, however is piss drunk and giggling at everything I say.
He holds onto my hand as we leave, the cold air hitting him like a wreck, âAy!â He practically runs to the car, tries to get in the driver's seat, and finally gives in to me driving.
âI don't want to go back!â He complains as I drive off.
âWe can⊠look at lights?â He nods eagerly and rests his head against my arm, his fingers drift up and down my arm, doodling invisible drawings.
I drive through the small neighborhoods, all quiet for the time of night. The lights are bright and nothing like where I actually live.
Lando slips his hand in mine, holding it tight and looking out the front window. I let him rub his thumb against my skin, acknowledging the goosebumps it sends up arm.
Maybe I let myself pretend like it means something more than Landoâs drunk touchy self.
His curls brush my bare arm because he requested I take off my coat and turn the heat up instead because it was âitching himâ.
And I did it because something about Lando makes me just want to say yes.
âI wanna house like that.â He says, pointing to a medium sized white home. Itâs got colorful lights all over and a tiny display of Rudolph in the yard.
âI like this one.â I take my free hand off the wheel for a second and point. Itâs across the street and covered in white lights.
I keep driving as Lando turns the radio on which is playing Christmas music.
He hums along with the song that he most definitely doesnât know.
His hand goes to my hair, twirling it around his finger as he looks up at me, doe eyed, âCan I have my reward now.â
âYouâre nowhere close to being sober, love.â
He stops when I speak, whispering as if thereâs a million people around, âYou called me love.â
âYouâre not even gonna remember this tomorrow.â
He gasps, âTomorrow's Christmas eve! What a good present. You love me.â He hums and rests his head back against my shoulder.
âKeep dreaming, Norris.â I say while smiling.
We look at all the different lights, rating them and laughing. I mostly laugh at drunk Lando who canât stop laughing.
Lando rolls down the window and even though itâs freezing, I let him. Itâs silent out, except for our music on low.
âDo you like me?â Lando asks as I start back to our place.
I raise a brow, âSure.â
âBut do you?â He looks up at me but I donât dare look down.
âI donât hate you.â
Itâs easier to get him into the house than it was to get him in the car. Besides a tiny slip, he laughs it off and instantly pulls his shirt off when we step inside the hot house.
We both stumble upstairs, I'm so tired that I could fall asleep on the floor. Yet I drag myself into the bathroom and remove my makeup and change into sweats and a hoodie.
Lando is in sweats now, leaning against the bathroom door as I brush my hair. âI canât sleep.â
I laugh, âYou havenât even tried.â
âCome with me?â I shake my head, going to my own bed. He follows me still, catching my wrist and begging, âPlease. Iâm cold.â
âYou have no shirt on.â
âI want you to.â He admits and for a second I wish he wasnât so fond of Vodka.
Iâm dragged into his bed, his arms wrapping around me quickly and humming against my hoodie, âYouâre warm.â His hand goes to mine again, holding it.
âYouâre gonna get us in trouble.â I say as I see the smirk on his face.
âThe doors locked.â
His hand is still intertwined with mine when he looks up at me. I probably look terrible, but he just smiles.
âYouâre really beautiful, Sunny.â His voice is clear and the softest itâs been in a while, especially while drunk.
He yawns and rests his head back on me. Lando whispers while his eyes are closed, iâm not even sure if he meant to say it out loud, but he does. âI hate you for it.â
Itâs the first time his words really hit me.
âWhy?â I whisper, staring up at the ceiling.
âYou know.â And then heâs asleep and iâm stuck with a man cuddling me who I think I just might like more than I ever thought I could.
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Thereâs few times in my life where I completely regret my lifeâs decisions. This might just be one of them.
Max is staring at us with his mouth open.
Max is staring at Landoâs shirtless self and his bare arm thatâs around me!
I elbow Lando so hard that he wakes up with a groan. âFive more minutes.â He tries to pull me closer but I slap him again.
He opens his eyes this time, at first theyâre narrowed at me as if I had the audacity to wake him up. Then he turns his head to what iâm staring at and promptly sits up straight.
âGoodmorning, Max!â He grins.
âShut the fuck up.â My brother responds, Landoâs face goes slack and lays back down, covering his face with a pillow, âIs this why you two wanted to leave early yesterday?â
âNo!â I say right as Lando says, âYes!â
âI think I'm going to throw up.â Max starts pacing while I see P peek her head in from my room, surveying the situation as I mouth âhelp meâ and he leaves me.
âChill out! Nothing happened.â I say while Lando moans and reaches for the water on his bedside table. âRight, Lando!?â I hit him again.
He sends me an annoyed look, âRight.â He takes a drink, wiping his mouth and looking at Max, âTrust me mate if something did happen she wouldnât be wearing anything.â
I think he might still be drunk.
Max and I scream in unison. I climb out of the bed, my leg getting stuck in the bedsheet.
âI came to check if you two were still alive because itâs eleven in the morning, but Landoâs door was locked. Yours wasnât and your room connector was wide open!â I roll my eyes and stomp into my room.
âHis drunk ass practically dragged me in there and I wanted to sleep!â I shrug, putting on my slippers and pulling my bed head hair into a messy bun.
âMy head is pounding, can you two be quiet!?â Lando says from the other room.
Max follows me down the stairs, âNothing happened?â
âNothing happened!â I echo, finding P in the kitchen and sending her a wide eyed look, âHe was drunk, Max.â
I pour myself some coffee, crossing my arms as Max gives me a look. Lando comes thumping down the stairs, hoodie on now with his hair an absolute mess. âGuysâŠâ
Max stops him, âIf you make another sex joke Lan, I might kill you.â
âHey!â He groans, taking my coffee from out of my hands and drinking it! I roll my eyes and pour myself another. âI was just going to say-â
âChoose your words very carefully, Norris.â I mumble.
âHappy Christmas Eve.â He raises his mug, smiling at all of us.
âOh.â Max blinks as P lets out a little snort.
âWell thenâŠâ P smiles at me, âI think itâs time to cook!â
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A Christmas Carol AU
Inspired by a prompt found in the @haunting-heroes-creative-games :) (i.e. back on my shit again)
When a 15 year old Jason, pissed at Bruce for taking Robin away from him, finds his birth certificate he realizes Catherine Todd is not his real mother.
Just as he resolves to go out and search for his birth mother, Jason finds himself accosted by three ghosts in his room, talking about A Christmas Carol of all things.
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"So, what? We're gonna Christmas Carol him?"
Dan scoffs, crossing his bulky arms with an unimpressed look. "We hated that movie."
"I didn't." Dani chirps, disturbingly cheery, "I didn't see it!"
"We hate Christmas," Danny corrects, "But the movie was alright, and the logic is sound."
"I don't hate Christmas," Dani once again interjects cheerily, "I've never participated!"
"Sound my ass," Dan growls over her, throwing his hands up. "We don't even know this guy!"
"Minor detail." Danny insists, "Tuck can look him up."
"He's a fucking Bat, Danny." Dan scrunches up his face, pinching the bridge of his nose just like Vlad does when he's disgruntled with any of Dad's shenanigans.
"He's a Robin, actually." Dani pipes in, "And he's just a kid. How hard is it gonna be to pretend to be this kid's Ghosts?"
"You're a kid," Dan reminds her, crossing his arms, "And you didn't believe me when I told you sticking a fork in the outlet would shock you."
"I believed you," Dani sniffs haughtily, crossing her arms and pointing her nose up with a snooty voice, "The warning simply did not deter me from doing it anyway."
"We don't have to convince him we're his Ghosts, or even that we knew him before," Danny reasons, needling, "We just have to convince him that we'reâŠ"
He hums, pointing at Dani. "Past."
He points at himself, "Present."
He points at Dan, "Future."
Dani does a little cheer, arms up and twirling into the air before landing with her legs over Dan's shoulders, hands and head settling atop Dan's fiery, but harmless, hair. It flickers, before going limp into long white strands that Dani messes up by gently scrunching up the strands and running her fingers through them.
Dan lets her, huffing and looking weirdly like a downtrodden, wet cat. "Why am I future?"
"Because." Danny doesn't continue, because he knows it makes Dan annoyed. True to form, his scowl gets worse, like sucking on a lemon. They all know why anyway.
Dani grins, triumphant and knowing, letting her voice go real deep, "The future," she intones into Dan's hair, "is here."
"The future is now," Danny corrects her, but doesn't lose his smile, floating up to tuck a strand of her hair back behind her ear.
"The future is already here," Dan mumbles his correction, or is it a follow-up? "It's just not evenly distributed."
"How about you distribute some of those muscles, Gibson," Danny sighs, shaking his head "Waiting for puberty is such a drag, and we both know you didn't get the mass from Vlad's side of the family."
Dan makes a moue of disgust, but it serves him right. The consequences of his own actions, and whatnot. He looks up at Dani, who simply shrugs. "I think you'll do great." She leans down to give him two pats on the arm.
"So how's acting out A Christmas Carol gonna help us stop this Jason guy from blowing up?" Dani fiddles with Dan's hair, tongue poking out as she attempts a braid, "Will he even see us? Ghosts in this dimension taste funny."
"He'll be able to see us, it's magically rich enough for some ghosts to maintain a semblance of themselves," Danny explains for the third time. Dani and Dan hum at different pitches, and even though Danny is the common denominator he kind of hates that Vlad has more of a lasting impression on them. "The ectoplasm here is scarce and mostly corrupted, though, so it's rare."
"So there's lotsa bad ghosts here?" Dani eyes the messy braid she's made, proud, even as Dan's silky hair immediately causes it to fall apart, "Or 'mentally unsound' or whatever Frostbite called it."
"No," Dan grumbles, annoyed and indulging all at once, "Corruption begets ecto-rot, but the scarcity means they're not strong enough to actually retain their sense of self enough to rot."
"Shades," Danny explains when Dani looks even more confused, "There's lots of shades."
"Is this one of the Olympian dimensions?" Dani groans, flopping over Dan's shoulder as he sits down on the sofa, "I love Pandora and all, but if I see Zeus again I'm gonna lose it."
"It's one of the hero dimensions," Danny hums, taking over braiding Dan's hair the way Jazz made him when they were little, "There's a couple of Amazons walking about, but on the whole no Olympians."
"I don't know why he didn't just dump me in a Norse dimension." Dan leans back and closes his eyes to their ministrations. "Especially with my current occupation."
The three of them are sitting in Dan's apartment, a large loft studio located somewhere in the UK of the aforementioned hero-dimension. Alber-something, Danny can't remember. Doesn't need to, it being a different dimension from his anyway.
Dan doesn't have a lot of things: a sofa and TV, a bed in the corner, a decent but small kitchen. They're still trying to figure out decorations, but Dan on the whole is a minimalist so it's been slow going.
He's working as a bartender these nights, whiling away his odd existence now that his form has stabilized.
And wasn't that a trip? Learning that hey, adult lightning halfas shouldn't really be mixed with teenage ice halfas, actually!
Apparently, ectoplasm can become corrupted if you try to combine incompatible sources.
Apparently, side effects include (but are not limited to) unmitigated violence and a devastating need for vengeance.
Sound familiar?
"This dimension has a lot of time continuity errors," Danny reminds him, "Dropping you here gave the least amount of pushback."
"Yeah, yeah," Dan flaps a lazy hand, "Praise be the speedforce and flashpoints and whatnot."
"Plus," Dani adds softly, absent-minded as she watches Danny finish up the braid, "Lotsa heroes to help out if you relapse."
Dan heaves a slow, controlled sigh. Danny and Dani both pretend they don't notice.
"Is it bad?" Dan doesn't open his eyes, his voice is so low Danny can only hear him by virtue of his ghost powers, "Like me levels bad?"
"No." Danny shakes his head, leaning into his older self, his older brother of sorts, "He decapitated eight crime lords, killed a couple of assassins, maybe an innocent or two depending on your definition of things."
"Past tense?" Dan scrunches his nose. They all hate how confusing Time Shenanigans are.
"He's living as Red Hood, right this very moment."
"Red Hood?" Dani questions, "That his hero name?"
"Crime lord alias." Danny corrects her, "But he's more of a vigilante these days. Has a bat on his chest and everything."
"But it's bad enough to warrant a trip to the past." Dan points out, "Bad enough for us to try and persuade him. Does he relapse?"
"NotâŠexactly." Danny scrunches his face, not wanting to explain Clockwork's ambiguity.
Dani floats to spread over Danny and Dan's laps, sprawling out and purring like a cat. Self-soothing, though it's more for their benefit than hers.
"Like Dani said, thereâre lots of heroes here, and he doesn't have powers." Danny continues, petting at Dani's soft hair, "The world doesn't end. He doesn't have the means to, even with the ecto-rot."
Danny pauses, and chooses his words deliberately and carefully. "And deep down, Jason Todd is a hero through and through. Relapse would beâŠdifficult. His Obsession is similar to yours."
Dan lets that sit for a moment, but nods, Danny moving a little with the motion. The tension slowly bleeds out as they wait like that, enjoying each other's company.
"If the world doesn't end," Dani whispers, "Why is Clockwork sending all of us?"
Danny thinks on that, on his meeting with Clockwork. The Ancient's voice when he explained what would happen.
He thinks about Jason Todd, about Bruce Wayne, and Catherine, and Sheila. He thinks about Batman, and Robin.
He thinks about Dick Grayson and Tim Drake, about Damian Al Ghul, about Cassandra Cain, and all of Jason's Outlaws.
He thinks about a tattered uniform that stays up in a glass case for a long, long time.
Most of all, he thinks about Dan.
He thinks about regrets and one bad day away.
And then he stops thinking about it, because sometimes the past is the past, and other times, it's the future that never happens that haunts you instead.
"You know, Dani." He settles on, "I'm not sure. He probably has his reasons."
Dan leans heavier onto him, and they lean together like that, with Dani in their laps.
Ghosts of decisions made, unmade, and never to be.
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#There will hopefully be another chapter release every day until Christmas#With an epilogue the day after!#Unless i get impatient or things happen and everything gets messed up#then ill just cry a little#but itll be out there eventually#back on my shit again#i watched the muppets a christmas carol threeish times for research#and watched a video essay on it rec'd to me by fen#and still it ended up being completely different from the actual movie#just like my haunted mansion au#history is repeating itself and im not sure i like it#danny phantom#my writing#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#rambling#danny fenton#dcu#jason todd#dani phantom#dan phantom#christmas carol AU
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Need some more public maid au thots something very risky in front of his family or friends
hehehe, so another anon had asked about her getting stuck somewhere so i'm going to combine both of your asks for this!
bon's thoughts (18+)
mrs. sainz had just given you a basket full of dirty clothes to place in the washing machine, and you were dropping the clothes in one by one to give yourself some time because you were hoping the time would go by faster so that you could end your shift and head back home. carlos knows what you're doing, and he tells his sisters to keep watching the movie and that he'll be right back. he smiles at his mom, kissing her cheek and she's grinning that her boy's so sweet to her, and he heads down the hallway to the washing machine room.
you're trying to get something out of the dryer, ass out like that, just for him to admire. the machine running was always loud, so he figures he can have some fun. it seems like you're stuck and while you're trying to ask for help, you feel a finger trail down the curve of your ass,
"you're stalling, no?" carlos asks, "trying to finish your shift without doing what you're supposed to? which is me?" he laughs a bit, glancing to see that the door to the washing machine room was wide open. oh, he knew he was going to have so much fun with you right now.
"carlos, carlos stop, help me out of here!" you whine, trying to wriggle out but for some reason you just can't seem to get out! you feel him drag your panties down, and now you're freaking out, telling him that you can't get caught, not like this! but he doesn't pay any attention to your worries and he spreads your cheeks, spitting onto your asshole that's winking at him, inviting him inside you. he spits some of his saliva onto his fingers, tracing the outline of your ring while your cries have died down, you're much too intrigued at what he's about to do.
"i can't believe i haven't taken your ass yet, you should stay overtime just so we can do some more experiments no?" he snickers, pressing a finger into your ass and you're gasping out loud, unsure if even with enough preparation you can take carlos. you knew him well enough for that.
mama sainz is walking around the kitchen, cooking dinner and she asks her girls where carlos is. she figures he's in the bathroom, and walks down the hallway just to check if he's there. she's unaware that her sweet son is currently bullying his cock in your ass, rubbing your clit while you're crying in the dryer, feeling so full at the moment. you have a hand on your mouth, trying to silence your noises because you can hear footsteps approaching but carlos is taking this opportunity to go faster, chuckling the entire time at the way you're shaking under each thrust of his hips.
when you squirt against him, he pulls out and licks your juices up from your cunt, before smacking your and pulling you out of the dryer. your mind is a hazy mess, knees almost buckling as you stare at him with wide eyes.
"we should do this more often, no?" he asks, with a smile and you slap his face before squealing as he picks you up and fucks your cunt against the wall.
#bon's thoughts#bon's anons#bon's asks#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz msut#carlos sainz smut#carlos sainz x reader smut#carlos sainz imagines#carlos sainz headcanons#carlos sainz one shots#carlos sainz drabbles#f1 smut#f1 x reader#f1 x reader smut#cs55 smut#cs55 x reader#carlos sainz x female reader#carlos sainz x female reader smut
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 Ëâș. â darling, can I be your favourite ? â :Â
ïč brother's best friend!grim reaper x fem reader ïč.đč Ę
 . . . verse 9948e jĂŹngyĂ x fem reader !! đ : ïč  grim reaper Ë himbo characterïč
your brother's best friend is such an idiot - yet for some reason you can't stop staring at his d-d-d- face!
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Brotherâs friend JĂŹngyĂ !! đ : who you view as just a silly himbo. You hear his loud laughing downstairs and cannot help but roll your eyes before you stuff your face back into your book. You watch how he steals your brotherâs food and childishly insists itâs because heâs âgrowing.â How he is so hellbent on that damn gym . . . why does he need any more muscle? He has plenty! You would know, youâve stared at his arms, his toned v-line when he stretches, the way his body flexes subconsciously while he is doing everyday tasks.
Brotherâs friend JĂŹngyĂ !! đ : who is the height of irritation with how he jokes and pokes fun at you though. How he ruffles your hair up or snatches your phone and holds it over your head. Heâs known you since all of you were kids, itâs his duty to bully you like a big brother would, he claims! You wanna throw something at him. A chair. Yourself.
Brotherâs friend JĂŹngyĂ !! đ : who you find to be so annoying, but is such a sweetheart around you! Always asks if you are doing alright, holds doors open and pulls out chairs for you. You snuck out to a party and didnât want your brother to know and needed someone to come pick you up; JĂŹngyĂ was there. He carries the grocery bags for you if he catches you slaving your way along. Heâs always there to offer you a lift. Everything. So why do you hate him so? Itâs all playful, fun and games, itâs always been like that. Recently, you feel it becoming more genuine. Maybe itâs because. . .
Brotherâs friend JĂŹngyĂ !! đ : who has no idea that you have started dreaming about him. About those large, strong hands on your thighs. How they might squeeze and stretch you open. Just like how heâll stretch you out on his cock. You know that he is big - you accidentally walked in on him changing. You wished your courage won and you threw yourself to his lap. But heâs so stupid! Would he even know how to please a girl?
Brotherâs friend JĂŹngyĂ !! đ : who caught you humping at your pillow. Ass flushed to your heels as you scrunch the sheets in front of you. The constant rock of your hips that gave him the perfect view of a wet patch forming on your panties. Were you grinding on a vibe? Seems like it. But what shot straight to his dick is the way you were moaning his name. Laced with cusses, pleads, ridicules. How dare he make you feel like this, how dare he make you want his cock soooo badly?
Brotherâs friend JĂŹngyĂ !! đ : who fucks you over that same pillow since you wanna whine so much. He spanks a broad hand on your thigh and yanks you back on every thrust. Watches how your flesh ripples as his cockhead bullies your cervix. Heâs even bigger when heâs hard. Meaner too.
âSuch a messy pussy you have here baby. She think of me a lot?â
Whereâs the stupid, sweet boy youâve known for years? Behind you. Hips grinding on your ass while his cock splits you open. A part of you wishes you could see how your gummy walls spasm and strain around the base of his dick, coated with a ring of cream at the base.
The vibrator has become his partner in crime. With the way JĂŹngyĂ weighs down on your poor, quivering body, your puffy clit humps against the pillow and pink vibe with every thrust. It makes your jaw drop as your drool coats the dark sheets that your fingers fist.
âJ-JĂŹng - hhhh - J- pleeaaaa - hah!â Youâd hate to say it, but you are being outmatched. Your pitiful cries are nothing in comparison to the wet squelches and slobbers of your fluttering cunt. She cries for him like he came back from war. Clings to him as though she wants to remember his shape for the rest of her life. And he sees that. He delights in it.
His voice, once hearty and light, now rumbles deep sins as he hunches over your prone position. âSooooo wet for me. Yeah? Ah, so wet for your brotherâs best friend? Yeah baby?â If anyone were to walk in, surely they wouldnât see you at all. Only JĂŹngyĂâs broad back and flexed arms. His hands cage your head and show the sheets on either side of your face no mercy either. The same way his balls smack against your swollen cunt like a punishment. A cum-filled reprimand.
âYâknow. . . I was beginning tâthink youu hated me,â
He huffs out a laugh. Ragged. A groan quickly follows after and his hand retreats from the sheets to instead slam down on your jiggling thigh. Clap! It reaches under and grips onto your squished breast after. All the more leverage to fuck into you like an animal.
He sounds like one too. His heavy pants and deep grunts. âBut thasâ not the - ah fucckk such a sweet pussy - not the case, huh? No. . .â His cold lips drag down the heat of your neck. Your scent is a drug heâs already hooked on. What more than to sink his teeth in?
âNo. You âere just - just pent up. Just cock hungry.â His chest crushes against your back. His thrusts shallow into messy, ruthless humps. Squeezing silky strings of cum and staining the sheets further. Youâll have to get âem all washed unless you want a cross-question from brother dearest.
âG-Gonna c- hic - gonna - JĂŹngyĂ - g-gonna âum-!â
âY-You still remember how to?â
Damn him and his teases. Damn him and the way heâs made you dumb on his dick. Youâre made acutely aware of just how strong he is. Guess those long-strung gym sessions count towards something.
Seems so with the way he flips you over like you weigh nothing. Brace your legs with his arms and shove them back. All the while his hips keep slamming against yours as though heâll shatter if he stops. His filthy mouth sure as hell doesnât stop either. Nice to see he still cannot shut up even when heâs ballâs deep inside of you.
He strikes you a grin. Maroon irises shrunk. Heâs attacking your neck with kisses and making you see stars with every pummel of his cock. Every smear of his cum and yours all over your walls.
Brotherâs friend JĂŹngyĂ !! đ : who explains itâs because he was ashamed. He thought he overstepped. He didnât want to hurt you! He loves you, loved feeling you all over his hands and body. Fuck, heâs still dreaming of it. âPlease donât be mad at me - I just - I just . . . want to make sure you okay,â he pouts.
Of course you cum again. He canât expect you not to when heâs fucking your cunt into next week. This time you claw at his broad shoulders and wretch a sob. In turn he groans and stuffs you full. He simply has to plug you up while youâre squirting all over. With a small click of his tongue and a - âmessy girl.â
Brotherâs friend JĂŹngyĂ !! đ : who distanced himself after that day. You couldnât believe it. He pounded you raw and now left like you hadnât cum on his dick ten times and over? You confront him on it. Bunch up his shirt and yank him down to give him a piece of your mind. He was many things but you didnât know he was a dog - why is he looking at you with puppy eyes?
Brotherâs friend JĂŹngyĂ !! đ : who you ride the face of in the empty gym bathroom as compensation for jumping to conclusions. He was sooo grateful for the sweet taste of your pussy smearing all over his face. You quickly learn that his tongue is just as devious. It fucks up into you like itâs his damn lifeâs mission. His lips suck on your clit like candy. His eyes roll back as though the mere feel of you grinding down on his face is gonna make him bust then and there - ( it did )
Brotherâs friend JĂŹngyĂ !! đ : who has to contain himself whenever he visits your brother. He adores your brother to bits, he does, but he doesnât have the heart to tell him that the real reason he is visiting is because of those pretty skirts and tight shorts you have suddenly, conveniently, started wearing around the house. He will tell you however. Grunt it in your ear as he gives you a quick fingering over the kitchen sink when he came to âhelp you with the dishesâ while your brother ventured off upstairs after dinner. He makes sure to tell you what a whore you are while his fingers are pumping you to shaky knees and cum on the kitchen floor.
Brotherâs friend JĂŹngyĂ !! đ : who knows itâs wrong. Youâre his friendâs little sister! But he wants you so bad. Needs you even more. Heâll settle for your warm pussy and drooling cries for now; but he wants to take you out on a actual date soon. Maybe to eat. So that he can show you that he wants more than just the squeeze of you around his cock - but your heart as well.
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