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kannady · 28 days ago

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v i a g r a

pairing: sylus x reader

summary: you worked in a pharmaceutical company that had recently developed a libido-enhancing drug. however, it had only been tested on the average people. it needed to be tested on someone with an already high libido. who could be a better test subject than your boyfriend?

an: i dont knowwwww. this is my first time writing smut. lemme know if you feel the knot-in-your-stomach typa feeling. bet you cant tell this was inspired by innocent birdcage ;). and btw this is NOT related to my other sylus fic im working on, its a oneshot.

genre: sylus, love and deepspace, smut, p in v, cunnilingus, creampie, reader is a researcher, established relationship, slight degradation, 18+ content

The lab was quiet at this hour, the glow of screens illuminating the sterile surfaces. You tapped a finger over the data pad as you scrolled through the latest results. Perfect efficiency, zero side effects. Your company had managed to create a libido-enhancing formula that promised to provide pleasure and only pleasure—nothing else. However, there was one small issue. The formula had only been tested on ordinary people, and there was still one variable left untested: the effects of the revolutionary drug on someone already with a high libido.

And that was how Sylus ended up sprawled across your exam table, looking far too pleased with himself. “Remind me again why I’m the ideal subject?” He knew exactly why, but he needed to hear it from your lips. Again.

“We needed someone with a high baseline stamina, rigor, and elevated natural response,” you replied confidently, refusing to let your voice waver.

He smirked at your response and repeated the word elevated like it was an inside joke, stretching just enough to make the fabric of his shirt rise, revealing his toned abs. Not now. But you couldn’t help yourself and stole another glimpse. He was truly beautiful everywhere.

He noticed your gaze. “Like what you see, kitten? Or should I say doctor?” You ignored that—or at least tried. But he knew exactly what he did to you. You adjusted the sensors on his wrist and walked to the monitor to check his vitals. His pulse was steady, strong. Like he knew where this was going.

“Administering the dose now,” you said, handing him the pill with your gloved hand. Sylus took it slowly, his fingertips brushing yours with deliberate intent before popping it into his mouth. He swallowed, never breaking eye contact.

“How long until it kicks in?”

“Approximately twenty minutes.” You turned back to the monitors, determined to focus on the numbers and not the way he was watching you.

“So, we’ve got time to kill.” His voice was a low purr. You knew what he meant. Knew exactly where this was going. But professionalism was a flimsy shield against Sylus when he got like this.

The first alert chimed on the monitor. Elevated heart rate. Pupil dilation. You didn’t need the screens to tell you what you could already see—the way his breath deepened, the way his fingers flexed against the table like he was holding himself back.

“Interesting,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly. “This feels faster than usual.” His gaze dropped to your lips. You caught him wetting his own, you weren’t mistaken.

“You should take notes, doctor.”

Oh, right. You hastily reached for your journal and started scribbling. You needed to record the exact time the dose was administered and when the effects began. But your attention snapped back to the monitor when it buzzed. You frowned. The sensors were going wild. Panic set in as you turned to Sylus, and the sight alarmed you. His face was flushed, bangs stuck to his forehead from sweat. He was panting.

“Oh, shit! Shit!” You ran to him and placed your hands on his shoulders, but his body heat seared through the fabric. The drug had worked fine for everyone else, but this was the first time you’d seen this. You racked your brain. You’d studied for this. Now was not the time to panic. Apply the knowledge!

Okay, follow the protocol. You dashed to the cabinet for diazepam. He needed sedation and close monitoring. Just before you could inject him, he grabbed your wrist. Just enough to make your breath hitch and sat upright.

“You’ve been so thorough with your research.” His lips brushed the shell of your ear. “But don’t you think it’s time for a more hands-on approach, doctor?”

You opened your mouth to protest—this was supposed to be professional, controlled, but his lips grazed your neck, and the words dissolved into a gasp. His hands slid down your hips, gripping hard as he lifted you onto the exam table, knocking aside vials with a careless sweep.

“Won’t you help me, kitten?” His eyes flashed with feral hunger. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he closed the scant distance between you.

He kissed you like a man starved. His lips molded against yours in a hot, demanding kiss, tongue delving into your mouth to claim it. One hand fisted in your hair, holding you in place, while the other gripped your hip, yanking your body flush against his. He nipped your bottom lip, soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue before diving back in.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned against your lips. His hands slid down to palm your ass, squeezing as he pulled you tighter. You could feel his thick, rigid length straining against his jeans. The sensation made you moan into the kiss.

He released your hair, grabbed your hand, and pressed it against his hardening bulge. “You feel that, kitten? You made me so fucking hard.” He lightly bit your lip. “Been thinking about how good I’d fuck you, make you come all over my cock.”

His words were filthy, incredibly arousing. You couldn’t help but imagine him taking you raw, making you feel so good. But he’d read your thoughts.

“You want it too, right? Say it, kitten. Beg me to fuck you like the little slut you are. Hmm?”

All he’d done was kiss you, but you felt like you were floating. You didn’t care about the experiment anymore—you just wanted him.

“P-Please, Sylus…”

“Please what? Use your words, kitten.” He rocked into you, letting you feel how much he wanted you, how hard he was already.

“I want-want you to f-fuck me, Sylus.”

“Good girl.”

His hand slid under your shirt, calloused fingers skimming your stomach. He paused at the underside of your breast, thumb teasing the edge of your bra. “You wanted data? Let me show you exactly what your little experiment does to me.”

He yanked your top off and latched onto your neck, pressing sloppy kisses and bites into the sensitive skin, marks that would linger. The drug’s effects were evident in his movements: impatient, relentless. The monitors were a mess of erratic beeps, but neither of you cared.

With an expert flick, he unhooked your bra and latched onto your breast, his free hand sliding down your stomach, fingers dipping beneath your skirt to tease the wet heat between your thighs.

“Fuck,” he growled against your chest, voice dripping with lust. “Already soaked for me, kitten?”

You gasped as his fingers pressed against your clit, circling just enough to make your hips jerk.

“S-Sylus—the experiment—”

“Oh, we’re still experimenting,” he purred before kissing up your throat and capturing your lips again. His tongue plunged deep, mimicking the filthy rhythm of his fingers as they slid inside you, curling just right to make you cry out. “Maybe not in the way you planned.”

Without warning, he plunged three fingers into your dripping cunt, making you gasp and arch off the table.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, pumping his fingers in and out. “So fucking ready for me.”

Sylus knelt, his tongue lapping at your clit as his fingers curled inside you, stroking that spot that made your toes curl. He suckled hard, fingers speeding up, fucking you with ruthless intensity.

“That’s it, baby. Soak my fingers. I want to feel you dripping all over my cock when I split you open.” His voice was a filthy growl against your skin.

You could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, your body tensing as you neared the edge.

“Come for me, sweetie. Come all over my fingers like the desperate little slut you are.”

His thumb pressed hard against your clit, rubbing tight circles as he finger-fucked you wildly. The obscene sound of your arousal filled the room. His eyes met yours, wicked gleam in their depths as he waited for you to shatter.

The orgasm crashed over you, your back arching as Sylus wrung every last drop of pleasure from your trembling body. Your thighs clamped around his head, fingers tangled in his hair.

But Sylus wasn’t done. He licked you clean until you were a squirming, overstimulated mess.

“That’s it,” he murmured against your thigh, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin before pulling away. His lips glistened with your arousal, and he licked them slowly, savoring the taste. “So fucking delicious.”

You were still catching your breath when he stood, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. His eyes never left yours, dark with hunger.

“Now, where were we?”

The leather slid free, and your pulse jumped. He smirked, letting the belt drop before popping the buttons of his jeans. The denim slid down, revealing his thick, straining cock, already leaking at the tip. He palmed himself with a groan, stroking slowly as he watched you.

“I hope you’re taking notes, doctor.”

Your mouth went dry. The drug had amplified everything. His scent, the heat rolling off him, the way his muscles flexed. Professionalism was long forgotten.

Sylus stepped forward, yanking your hips to the edge of the table. His cock brushed your soaked folds, making you shudder.

“Tell me you want it,” he hissed. “Tell me you need me to fuck you.”

You didn’t hesitate. “I need it. Please, Sylus-”

He didn’t make you beg again.

With one brutal thrust, he sheathed himself inside you, filling you to the brim, drawing a sharp cry from your lips. He was huge, stretching you impossibly full.

“So fucking tight,” he hissed.

For a moment, neither of you moved, overwhelmed. Then Sylus pulled back and slammed into you again, setting a relentless pace. The exam table rattled, monitors beeping wildly, but the only sounds that mattered were the filthy slap of skin and your ragged gasps.

Sylus’s hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he drove into you, each thrust hitting that sweet spot.

“That’s it. Take it,” he growled, voice strained. “Take every fucking inch.”

You could feel another orgasm coiling fast. Sylus sensed it too, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles as he angled his hips just right.

“Come for me,” he ordered. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock like a good little slut.”

The command shattered you. Your walls clenched around him, pleasure erupting as you came with a broken cry. Sylus fucked you through it, his control fraying, thrusts turning erratic.

“Fuck, you’re milking me so good,” he snarled, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. “Gonna fill you up, kitten. Pump you so full of cum you’ll feel me dripping out for days.”

The filthy promise sent another wave of heat through you. Sylus’s rhythm stuttered, his cock twitching as his release tore through him. With a guttural groan, he slammed into you one last time, hilting himself deep as hot ropes of cum painted your walls.

You whimpered at the sensation, oversensitive body pulsing weakly around him.

For a moment, the only sounds were your ragged breaths and the wet slide of Sylus’s cock still lazily thrusting, spreading his release. His forehead dropped against yours, breath uneven.

“Fuck,” he panted, lips brushing yours. “That was-”

The monitor let out a shrill beep. Sylus didn’t flinch.

“Turn it off,” he growled, nipping your lip.

You slapped at the buttons until the noise stopped. Sylus chuckled darkly, hands sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs teasing your stiff nipples.

“Good girl.”

His cock was still hard inside you. You gasped as he rolled his hips, dragging against your sensitive walls.

“S-Sylus--”

“Mmm, not done yet,” he murmured, lips trailing down your throat. “That little drug of yours? It’s got me fucking insatiable.”

His teeth grazed your collarbone. “And you’re not walking out of here until I’ve had my fill.”

Before you could process the threat, he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up until your ass pressed flush against him. One hand tangled in your hair, forcing your head back as the other guided his cock back to your soaked entrance.

“Can you take it?” he demanded, voice dripping with lust.

You whimpered, already aching.

“Y-Yes--”

Sylus didn’t wait. He slammed into you in one brutal stroke, sheathing himself to the hilt. The force knocked the breath from your lungs, fingers scrambling for purchase as he set a punishing pace.

“That’s it,” he growled, grip tightening in your hair. “Take it like the fucking slut you are.”

The filthy praise sent sparks through you, your body responding eagerly even as pleasure bordered on pain. His free hand found your clit, rubbing rough, relentless circles.

“Gonna make you come again,” he promised, voice dark and sinful. “Gonna make you scream so loud they hear you in the next lab.”

You couldn’t hold back the broken moan as his fingers worked you in time with his thrusts, the dual stimulation pushing you toward another dizzying peak.

“Sylus-!”

“Say my name like that when you come,” he ordered, hips snapping forward hard enough to make the table creak. “Let me fucking hear you.”

You shattered with a cry, body clamping around him as pleasure ripped through you. Sylus swore, rhythm faltering as your tight heat milked him through his own release. He buried himself deep, grinding into you as he came, groan muffled against your shoulder.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your heavy breaths and the soft drip of sweat and cum onto the floor.

Sylus finally pulled out, hands smoothing over your trembling thighs.

“Well, doctor,” he purred, pressing a kiss to the small of your back. “I’d say your experiment was successful.”

You collapsed onto the table, boneless and utterly ruined.

You looked around. The lab was a disaster.

Sylus chuckled lowly, taking in the wreckage—overturned vials, scattered papers, blinking monitors. His gaze drifted to you, still sprawled and trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, but his eyes held something softer.

“Looks like we made a mess, kitten,” he murmured, brushing a damp strand from your forehead.

You groaned, weakly swatting his hand. “You think?”

Sylus laughed, offering his hand. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You hesitated, but his fingers curled around yours, warm and steady. Your legs wobbled, and he didn’t miss your wince as your feet touched the floor. Without a word, he slid an arm around your waist, pulling you against him.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple.

You wanted to protest, but your knees threatened to give out. So you let him guide you to the sink, where he wet a cloth and gently wiped away the sweat and stickiness.

“You didn’t have to-”

“Don’t,” he cut in, thumb tracing your jaw. “Just let me take care of you.”

No teasing, no smugness. Just quiet sincerity.

Once you were steady, Sylus turned to the lab, righting equipment and gathering papers with surprising efficiency.

You watched, lips quirking. “Since when are you so domestic?”

He shot you a smirk. “I have hidden depths, sweetie.”

You rolled your eyes, but your chest felt strangely warm.

By the time the worst was cleaned, exhaustion weighed on you. Sylus noticed immediately, his arm slipping around your waist again.

“Let’s get you home,” he murmured.

You leaned into him, too tired to argue. “You’re not carrying me.”

Sylus grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Wouldn’t dream of it, doctor."

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nanaslutt · 1 year ago

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when they catch you masturbating

ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso

cont: masturbation, voyeurism, jerking off, sex toys, perv!behavior, teasing, sexual tension, jealousy, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, established relationships in all but Toji's (fuckbuddy Toji)

MDNI

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Gojo:

You held the purple vibrator against your clit while you stuck two fingers inside of yourself, moving them in and out shallowly from the awkward angle. Your arms weren't quite long enough to allow your fingers to go in past the first knuckle, making you incredibly frustrated as you knew your sweet spot was just a couple more millimeters inside. If Gojo was here this would be no problem, but unfortunately, Yaga had sent him away on a mission, leaving you to deal with your little problem alone.

"F-fuck." You grit in annoyance, canting your hips towards your hand as you try to force your fingers deeper inside you, to no avail. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on the vibrator buzzing against your clit as you pulled your fingers out from inside yourself, as all they were doing was taking the focus away from your pleasure and onto the frustration of not having Gojo's freakishly large fingers at your aid.

Slipping your hand under Gojo's shirt you were wearing, you pinched at your nipple, trying to pleasure yourself more so you would be able to cum. You tried holding your breath, as you knew that sometimes worked in aiding you to finish faster, but nothing was working. Gojo had successfully ruined your body, you were officially unable to cum without his aid.

"Fuck... C'mon..." You groaned, squeezing your eyes together harder as you tried to focus on the pleasure, but the frustration and annoyance were now on the forefront of your brain, blocking your pleasure. Groaning in frustration, you flipped your body over so your face was pressed against the sheets and your ass was in the air, legs spread.

With one hand, you reached behind your ass and tried to finger yourself that way while you pressed the vibrator against your clit again, but once again, the angle was too awkward, and your fingers were just too short. You tried to imagine Gojo teasing his tip against your tight little hole as he often did, while he rolled your clit between his fingers.

"Fuck... Satoru please..." You whimpered, pushing your hips back against your hand, making your fingers breach the tight ring of your cunt. A jolt of electricity shocked down your body, your imagination was putting in work as you really started to get into the fantasy of Gojo teasing you. "F-fuuck put it in, give it to me, please..." Just when you started feeling like you were getting close to something, you heard a loud 'tsk' from the doorway.

Snapping out of your fantasy, you scrambled to turn around, pulling Gojo's shirt between your legs to cover yourself as the vibrator lay forgotten next to you, buzzing against the sheets. Your adrenaline calmed down when your eyes found the assailant's face, your fear instead being replaced with embarrassment and shock and Satoru stood in the doorway with his arms crossed and a scowel on his face. Although he looked upset, you could very clearly see the massive boner he was sporting through his Jujutsu High slacks.

"What are you using some toy for when you have me? You're really so impatient you couldn't wait 2 days?" Satoru tsked, his pout becoming more prominent. "I tried to be quick too... can't believe I got replaced by some fuckin' toy." Your heart raced in your chest, you couldn't tell if he was really mad or just playing around. Satoru did make it clear that you would never need to masturbate alone again because you had him, so it made sense why he would be upset about the toy.

"Y-you.. what are you doing here?" You asked, your hands curling into fists in the shirt, balling up the fabric as you kept your pussy covered. Gojo huffed before uncrossing his arms and started walking toward you. "You sound so guilty right now. Asking me what I'm doing in my own girlfriend's house after she gets caught fucking some toy." Satoru spit, his face more serious than you've ever seen it before.

Walking quickly up to the side of the bed where you sat, he gripped your chin and looked at your face, his impressive eyes not missing the dried tear stains on your cheek, his ego instantly taking a hit. "Oh! and it was so good it made you cry tears of joy?? You might as well kill me now." Gojo said dramatically, bringing your face closer to his as he inspected you more. "How many times did you cum on that toy, huh? More than me? You like it better than me?" Gojo said, his displeasure being very evident in every single one of his actions.

You had tried to avert your eyes at first, but when you heard him say those words and picked up on the authentic jealousy in his voice, you brought your gaze back to him, looking at him in the eyes as you gripped his wrist, preventing him from manhandling your face around anymore. "N-no no I-" You swallowed hard, preparing yourself to rid any confusion as to why you were crying. "Satoru I... I couldn't cum. I- don't think I can... cum without you." You said, your confidence seeping away as he stared at you intensely, hanging onto your every word.

His eyebrows raised in surprise at your confession as he studied your face before he dropped his eyes to examine the rest of your body. Judging by your sweat-slicked body and your still-steady legs, he could tell you were telling the truth. After you had cum your voice and body were usually far more unstable, shaking and trembling from the force of your orgasms. His jealousy washed away in an instant as his hands cupped your face more gently than his hand had grabbed your chin.

You scrunched your eyebrows and averted his eyes, looking anywhere but his face as he gazed at you with a smirk. "So... you were crying because you were frustrated right?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. When you didn't respond, he continued, "Bet your little fingers couldn't hit that spot inside you that you love so much, huh? Made you cry cos you wanted it so bad?" Gojo teased, making your face heat up in embarrassment.

You almost preferred when he was jealous, at least he wouldn't be so teasing and cocky right now. Maybe you shouldn't have told him you couldn't cum without him, you knew damn well it was going all to his ego. As if that needed to get any bigger. "Fuck... that's so cute. You're such a crybaby." Gojo giggled, finally making your eyes lock onto his at the degrading name. You pouted at him, a look of embarrassment and disdain on your face.

"Aw, what's wrong? You mad at me?" He teased, caressing your face before he pulled away, putting his hands on his hips as he created some distance between the two of you. "I guess I should leave you alone then right? Give you some space?" He teased, starting to turn his body to the side. Quickly your arms shot out to grab him, the shirt riding up your body a bit and exposing a sliver of your bare pussy as you had to lean forward a bit to stop him.

You looked at him with pleading eyes, your eyes glossy as you felt the intense throbbing resume between your legs. He couldn't just leave you like this, you needed to cum, and you couldn't do it without him. Putting your pride aside, you begged him, "P-please don't go." Making him turn on his heels and take your face back in his hands, your eyes locked on one another's as you gripped the hem of his pants, absentmindedly dipping your fingers into the band and teasing the trimmed hair of his happy trail on his lower abdomen.

Gojo licked his lips as he leaned close to you, his knee resting on the bed as he ever so slowly crawled on top of you, his eyes never once leaving yours. "No? Why? Why don't you want me to leave you, pretty? Thought you were mad at me?" He asked, slotting a leg between yours, his knee pressing against where you needed him the most, making you gasp against his lips.

One of his hands reached between the two of you to aid you in taking off his pants as you squeezed your thighs around his leg that pressed between yours. "Need you, Toru." You whined, trying to press your lips together, but Gojo kept the distance, teasing you as he successfully undid his pants, your hands resting on the small of his waist, under his shirt, and teasing directly against his soft skin as he pulled his hard cock out from the confines of his slacks and boxers.

You attempted to look down at his cock but his hand stopped you as he grabbed your chin again and made your eyes stay on his. "What do you need? I won't know if you don't tell me." Gojo teased, beginning to rut his hips against you, his cock rubbing against your inner thigh that was pressed tightly around his leg between yours.

You released a shaky breath from between your lips before you spoke, your words full of need, "Your cock Toru, fuck me with your cock." You whispered agaisnt his lips, making the smile dissipate from his face, a more primal look of need replaced on his face as his cock dripped against your thigh. Pulling his leg away from your cunt, he used his hand to wrap one of your legs around his waist, silently signally you to follow suit with the other as your bodies were now flush with one another, his raw dick teasing your folds.

"Do I need to stretch you out or did you do that part for me?" Gojo asked impatiently, his fat tip prodding at your entrance as he spoke, his lips now just grazing yours, only a hair's distance from connecting with your own. "I did it, I'm ready for you, just please, fuck me." Gojo wasted no time in thrusting against you, a gasp leaving both of your lips as he forced his cock fully inside, his balls flush against your ass. He faced little resistance when he penetrated you, a tell of just how long you had been trying to make yourself cum.

Gojo stayed still, allowing you to adjust to his size as his lips met with yours in a sloppy and hasty kiss full of teeth, tongue, and raw need. "Better make up for cheating on me by squirting on my cock." Gojo whispered against your lips childishly, making you shake your head at his usual antics before you connected your lips again, pulling back to whisper a "Yes sir." Before he started up a brutal pace, his cock abusing your g-spot just like you had been trying to do all night.

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Geto:

"M-mmmph- ahhh-" Your moans echoed throughout the house and mixed with the ones coming through the speakers as you sat on the couch with your favorite dildo and fucked yourself as some porno played on the TV. You laid sideways along the couch on your back, legs spread as you held one of your legs up for support, the other one doing the work between your legs.

You had picked a video of a man eating a girl out, the man's face obstructed as the camera was angled more towards the side. You purposefully had chosen a man who slightly resembled Geto in some way, as the man had a similar build and black hair, only it was shorter than Geto's. You tried to imagine the fingers pistoning in and out of the girl were Geto's, and you were the girl in the video, and you pulled the dildo in and out of your cunt, loud squelching noises bouncing off the walls.

You were too enthralled in your own little world that you hadn't noticed the sound of someone unlocking your front door with a spare key, as you focused on the screen in front of you. The second Geto stepped inside your house, a bag of soup and medicine in hand, he was met with the back of the couch and the TV front and center, playing the porno in 4k quality for his eyes to feast upon.

His eyebrows raised in surprise and he felt his pants tighten as he watched the man on the screen devour some girl's pussy. Silently walking over to the kitchen behind the sofa, he placed the bag down on the counter and snuck up behind you, placing his hands on the back of the couch as he looked down at you, watching you fuck yourself with a smirk on his face.

Your head was completely turned towards the screen, so it made sense that you hadn't noticed him. You squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head so you were facing the ceiling as you imagined Geto touching you instead of the stupid silicone. Suguru reached down and groped himself as he watched you get off, his cock already fully hard and throbbing in his pants.

He heard from Shoko you had called off work today because you were feeling sick, but as he stood over you now, he could see clear as day that you were completely fine. "A sick day huh?" Geto asked, making your eyes shoot open in surprise as his voice reached your ears. Your heart was racing out of your chest as you jumped back, your body almost falling off the couch. You had ripped the toy out of your cunt, leaving you to pulse around nothing as you gasped up at the giggling man before you.

"Suguru what the fuck!! W-when did you get in!?" You yelled, your body relaxing back against the couch when you finally realized it was him. You covered your chest with your hands, crossing your legs together in tandem as you tried to cover yourself, scrunching your body slightly up on the couch as his laughing sounded more distant as he made his way around the couch.

The porno still played loudly in the backround, making your face heat up in embarrassment at the revelation. The couch dipped behind your head before Geto picked up your head and scooted toward you, placing your head on his lap, looking down at you. "Shoko said you were sick." He said running his fingers through your sweaty hair as he explained, his hard cock still twitching for attention in his pants, right behind where your head rested.

"I brought you some medicine and soup." He explained, making you dodge his eyes as you felt guilty for making him come all this way. "But seeing you now it looks like you're fine, Shoko will be relieved." He giggled. You placed your hands over your face, blocking his cocky expression from view as you groaned. "You will not tell Shoko a word." You said, making a point to emphasize the last word. "I really wasn't feeling good this morning." You added, mumbling the words in embarrassment.

"Awww..." Geto cooed, petting your hair. He had started to rub himself over his pants again, using your hands that were covering your face for an in. "Touching yourself make you feel better?" He asked, applying extra pressure to his tip. You peeled your fingers apart, looking up at him through the cracks before nodding. "Haha, yeah, looks like you were feeling good before I interrupted you." He smiled before looking up at the TV at the perfect time, the girl on the screen had just squirted all over the man's face and he was continuing to fuck her through it, wanting to pull another orgasm out of her.

"This shit is hot baby. Good choice." Geto praised, acting so nonchalant about the whole situation. You were about to speak before you felt something slap against your head, making you freeze up. You knew exactly what that feeling was. Tilting your head back so your vision was upside down, you became face to face with Geto's erect cock as he was stroking it slowly, looking down at you once more.

"S-suguru are you-" You gasped, laying your head back down like normal as you squeezed your legs together again at his shameless show of arousal. You scrunched your face when Geto smacked his cock against your head again, his tip hitting your forehead. "Why don't you touch yourself again too?" He suggested, smirking at you. "Pick up your toy and fuck yourself with me."

Your whole body felt like it had been set on fire. It had been maybe ten minutes since Suguru got here and he was already suggesting you masturbate to porn together? You and your body seemed to be on the same track, the idea was hot and you could already feel yourself growing wet at the idea of getting off with him. "R-really?" You ask, swallowing hard before you uncross your legs and reach for the previously discarded dildo.

"Does it look like I'm joking?" Geto asked, smirking as he jerked himself off, his breathing starting to pick up. Although you couldn't see him playing with himself, you could feel him, his movements were shaking your head and turning you on even more from how fast he seemed to already be jerking himself off. "C'mon don't leave me hangin'" He smiled, ruffling your hair.

You shook your head before spreading your legs adequately and realigning the toy with your pussy. Geto watched with a slacked jaw as you pushed the Dildo inside you, your cunt greedily swallowing up the toy. "Gooood girl." Geto cooed, his hand working faster on himself as he smiled, his jaw still open as he watched you, breathing heavily. "Fuck yourself how I fuck you, pretend it's my cock in your tight little pussy right now." He groaned, ignoring the porno completely as you resumed your previous pace, thrusting the toy in and out of you.

Although Geto could just fuck you right now, building up the tension like this made him unreasonably horny. He would fuck you of course, but later, after the both of you had cum from masturbating with the other. "Harder baby, I fuck you harder than that don't I?" He grit through his teeth, his eyes darting back and forth between your cunt and your fucked out face. "Y-yes Sugu, yes-" You reply, looking up at him as you listened to him, fucking yourself harder, making your moans louder and louder.

"Yeah that's it, you look so fucking pretty." Geto cooed, shaking his head as his hand slid from your head down to your tits to massage them and play with your neglected nipples. "I'm so fucking glad you called outta work today," Geto smirked, making you smile before he leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss.

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Nanami:

You spread your legs open as you lay comfortably on top of you and your husband Kento's comforter, your hand between your legs, your fingers working on your clit. You had your phone open and lying next to you, your eyes glued to the photo that took up the screen. It was Nanami.

Kento was at work and would be home soon, so you had plenty of time to secretly divulge in the picture he had just sent you from Jujutsu High. Nanami held his phone in the middle of his chest, his eyes looking down at the screen, as he held his shirt up, exposing his abs, dripping with sweat. The caption underneath the picture read, "Just finished training with the kids." Although his words seemed as if he had no idea what kind of effect the picture would have on you, he sent you that on purpose, knowing it would drive you crazy.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you rubbed small and quick circles over your clit, getting off to the handsome picture of your husband, wishing he were home already. It felt foreign to touch yourself like this, you hadn't needed to masturbate alone since you got with Nanami, and he rarely went on missions for longer than a few days, so you never had to resort to using your own fingers, but Nanami was full of suprises and loved to tease you like this seemingly out of the blue.

Cursing under your breath, you tried to keep quiet as you touched yourself, feeling like you shouldn't be doing this without him here. Your worries would all be for naught soon, as Nanami opened the front door and set his bags on the table, calling out for you. You couldn't hear him over your own panting, as he called out to you from the living room.

Nanami knew you were home as he just got done speaking to you moments prior. He has just told you he wouldn't be home till his usual time, but he was actually already on the train when he sent you that, wanting to surprise you. Little did he know, he was going to be the one in for a surprise. "Ngh-" Nanami could hear a whimper echo through the house coming from your bedroom, making Kento freeze in place as he removed his jacket, pausing briefly before placing it on the back of a kitchen chair.

Nanami opted to not call out for you and decided to make his way to the bedroom. As he inched closer and closer to your shared room, the noises got louder. First, it was the squelching, followed by your occasional moans and huffs as you tried to keep your voice down. Nanami was cautious as he approached the room when he saw the door cracked slightly open. "F-fuck, K-Kento." You moaned sweetly, making him freeze in his tracks a couple of feet away from the door, his cock hardening in his pants.

Nanami bit his lip and walked right up to the door, listening for a moment. He could hear the squelching of your wet pussy clear as day, your choked moans, and the sheets moving underneath you as you jolted in pleasure atop the sheets. Nanami grabbed his cock through his slacks, slowly rubbing himself as he listened to you masturbate.

He felt like a pervert, even though you were the one getting off. Kento so desperately wanted to watch you touch yourself through the little crack in the door, but the bed faced the doorway, and he didn't want to get caught peeving or scare you in any way, so he opted to let his other senses take in what you were doing just behind the door.

Kento rubbed his cock through his slacks for a moment longer, before he decided to announce his presence. Nanami wasn't one to burst in so rudely, so he decided to play coy as he cleared his breath before he called out to you, his shoulder touching the door, making it wobble a bit. "Honey?" He spoke, making your heartbeat pick up, your legs clamping around your hand as your husband's expected voice echoed in your ears. "K-Kento?" You asked, sitting up and pulling your panties back over your cunt.

"Sorry If I scared you." He said, keeping his voice steady as he stared at the floor. "I wanted to surprise you, I didn't mean to... interrupt you." HE continued, making your face heat up. Your heart beat loudly in your ears as you panted, struggling to catch your breath from the intense arousal you felt. "I heard you call for me. I was going to leave you alone, but I wanted to make sure you were okay." Nanami said, masking his voice with faux worry as his cock steadily filled out in his pants.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, you had a feeling Nanami knew you were touching yourself from his verbiage, which made you feel embarrassed, so you took a moment to let your heart calm down before you spoke. "I uh... I'm not okay." You replied, making Nanami raise his eyebrows from the other side of the door, not daring to move just yet. "Oh? Are you hurt?" He asked, teasingly, keeping the faux concern in his voice.

You spread your legs slowly once more, beginning to rub your clit in small circles again as you replied, "No... but I could use your help with something. After all, I'm in a situation you created." You said, pouting as you rubbed your clit faster, your breath picking up. "In a situation I created? I apologize." He responded, rubbing himself as he spoke, sensing the growing tension. "Care to tell me what I did?"

Your breath hitched as you tried to hold back your moans and keep your voice steady enough to speak. The tension you were feeling was insane. Nanami wasn't dense in the slightest, and he knew you like the back of his hand, he knew what you were doing, and he knew damn well what caused this little 'situation.' Wiggling your hips against your fingers, you spoke, "You sent me a picture of your body like it was nothing." You replied, making Nanami silently nod behind the door, his hand rubbing harder over his cock.

"Your abs dripping with sweat." You said, your voice sounding more desperate are your gasps and whines started coming out more frequently, mixing with your words, "I c-could see your cock through your pants too... 'nd your happy trail..." You said, tipping your head back as you squeezed your eyes shut, recalling the picture since your phone screen had turned black who knows how long ago from the lack of attention.

Nanami's own breath started picking up in his chest as your words went straight to his cock. "Did I rile you up, baby?" He asked, his arousal showing in his deep voice as he spoke. "Mhm..." You responded, feeling yourself grow close to your orgasm already with the help of Nanami's teasing and the tone of his sexy, deep voice.

"I'm sorry honey, just wanted to send my wife a nice picture. Didn't mean to get you all worked up." He lied through his teeth, undoing his belt with a loud clack from the buckle that your ears most certainly didn't miss. "You really didn't mean to?" You replied, sliding your fingers down to your entrance to tease yourself. Nanami let his belt fall heavily against the floor with a clang as he reached into his pants and started stroking his cock directly, not pulling it out just yet.

He nodded even though you couldn't see him, before giving a verbal response. "Come show me how sorry you are before I cum all over my fingers. Hurry." You cried, tapping your fingers against your entrance and creating soft 'plp' sounds as you spoke. Nanami wasted no time in opening the door and walking towards your direction, his eyes taking in your sprawled-out form in front of him.

He saw how your cunt glistened under the lights from how wet you were, some of your wetness starting to trickle down your thighs, and some sticking to the tips of a few of your fingers, making his mouth water.

His pants were unzipped and you could see the bottom of his shaft as his boner created a tent in his pants, a wet patch forming right under the zipper from all the pre-cum he was leaking. You sat up and placed your hands by your sides as Nanami crawled on top of you, connecting your lips together as he pushed you back on the bed, your bodies laying flush together.

"Did it feel good touching yourself to a picture of me?" Nanami gasped against your lips, making you moan in retaliation for his teasing while you nodded. Nanami pressed his partially clothed cock against your bare cunt, grinding against you. The neat hair of his happy trail tickled your skin as he humped his hips forward, creating the most delicious friction against your cunt. "I bet it did, could see how wet you are from the doorway." He spoke huskily between kisses, groaning each time he rolled his hips into yours.

"M-my fingers don't feel as good as yours though." You complained, whining against his lips, making him hum against you. "Why settle for less than, hm?" He asked, pulling his lips back a bit as he kept his eyes on you while he slid a hand between your bodies, his fingers making contact with your clit and rubbing agaisnt them. You gasped, your jaw falling open in a small O that Nanami mimicked as he spelled his name across it with his fingers. "Next time, wait for me." He replied before connecting your lips again.

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Toji:

Your face was buried in the sheets as you reached a hand underneath you and fingerfucked yourself hurriedly, loud squelches sounding from your cunt. "A-ahhh- hah-" You moaned as the pads of your fingers rubbed at your g-spot, making you see stars behind your eyes.

You usually met up with your fuckbuddy, Toji, on Fridays, but he had texted you earlier with a quick message that read, "Sorry angel face, can't come over tonight." To which you groaned into your pillows. You were ovulating this week which made it the perfect week to fuck Toji, as you felt like you were in heat, and have been feeling so for the past three days. You decided not to touch yourself and instead wait till Friday so Toji could fuck you so good, as he always did, and make you cum ten times as hard from you holding out for so long.

Unfortunately for you though, all your waiting had been for naught as Toji canceled on you last minute, giving you no time to even go out and find someone else to satisfy you. In the end, you ended up deciding to get off yourself like you'd done thousands of times previously before you had got entangled with Toji. It was proving to be quite difficult to get yourself though, as your fingers were nowhere even close to as thick and long as Toji's fingers or cock, meaning you had to work a little harder for your ogasm.

You had started off using your rose toy, but nothing seemed to be going right tonight as it died on you halfway through. To make matters worse, you couldn't even find your trust dildo that had done wonders in the past. Only after ten or so minutes of searching while trying to ignore the heat in your tummy and the throbbing of your pussy, you realized you were so ecstatic after you met Toji a year ago, that you had thrown it out, saying you would never need it again now that you had him, dumb girl.

You had to angle your body in an almost uncomfortable position as you fucked yourself, trying to poke your g-spot just right to make yourself cum. Admittedly it did feel good, but the building-up process was taking a while, and all you wanted to do was cum for fucks sake.

In the other room, your window slid open from the outside, and in came a large man dressed in all black, baggy black sweats, and a black compression t-shirt. Shutting the window behind him, he took in the state of your apartment and noticed how only one lamp in the living room was on. Toji ran a large hand through his hair, he had only texted you an hour ago canceling your plans, had you already gone to sleep in that amount of time?

Toji thought the job he got assigned to would take longer, which is why he had canceled his plans with you, but it had been called off when Shiu, the man who gave him his assignments, told him the man he was supposed to take out was just found dead inside some club surrounded by a ton of drugs. Although he was annoyed about the loss of money, he knew you would cheer him up, which led him right to you.

He was about to give up on his plan to surprise you after he thought you were asleep when he heard a loud gasp coming from your bedroom, making a mischievous smile spread across his features. Taking almost silent steps to your bedroom, Toji was relieved to see you were most definitely awake, and had left your bedroom wide open as you participated in your 'awake activities.'

He stood with his hands in his pants in the doorway as you got yourself off, your face twisted in pleasure as it seemed like you had hit the spot you had been trying to for however long now. Toji smirked in amusement as he watched his girl get off on her bed, moaning loudly and shamelessly into her bedroom. At least he knew you weren't lying when you screamed each time he fucked you, you really were just this loud. He ignored his own hardening cock as he watched you, licking his lips occasionally when a drop of your slick dripped down the back of your thighs.

Your fingers were collecting a ring of your cum at the base of them, making Toji's mouth water as he watched the show you were putting on. He noticed your arm slow down and grow shaky the longer it went on, accompanied by your annoyed groans and whines. "Fucking.... ugh- bastard.." You groaned, sliding your wet fingers out of your cunt before your arm cramped up. You had found and lost your sweet spot just as quickly, making your body fall limply in defeat against the sheets as you stared at your wall, facing away from Toji who unbeknownst to you, stood in your doorway as you seriously considered going to bed horny and unsatisfied.

Toji smirked at your defeat before he tipped his head against your doorframe, making a dull knocking sound before he spoke, "Who's a bastard?" He asked. You screamed, all of the strength returning to your body as you jolted around, half-naked, and ready to take whoever had snuck into your home. Your rapid breathing completely paused and your face softened for only half a second when you realized the intruder was Toji.

He smiles and catches the pillow you attempt to throw at him with ease, his muscles bulging under his shirt as he tosses it back on the bed next to you. "You fucking- how long have you been there?!" You yelled, feeling your face grow hot at the possibility of Toji watching you masturbate for an extended period of time without your knowledge. "Oh, I dunno..." He spoke, pretending to stroke his chin in thought before he answered, "A few minutes."

You licked your lips before you pursed them, nodding dramatically as you took in his words. "Oh okay!" You said cheerfully before you deadpanned, "Get out." Toji laughed before he pulled his hands out from his pockets, slowly walking toward you. "Toji, ouutttt, go back through whatever window you came in I mean-" Your words were cut off by Toji's large hand gripping the bottom half of your face, successfully covering your mouth.

You scrunched your eyebrows in annoyance as your hands gripped his wrist tightly, your eyes looking into his challengingly. "I just watched you struggle on your own pathetic fingers for five minutes, and judging by the sweat stains on the bed, I'm guessing you've been tryna' get 'urself off for a while now haven't you?" He asked, tilting his head at you knowingly.

You wanted to smack him, to spit in his face. He had canceled your plans, broken into your house, secretly watched you masturbate like a pervert, and now he was trying to tell you how it is? It's not like he was wrong in his guess, but that only made you that more angry. "Haven't you?" Toji repeated his question, raising his eyebrows at you, obviously looking for a response.

Toji had you trained well. Despite your annoyance, you averted your eyes and nodded, instantly losing the battle of dominance with him, to no one's surprise. "So why would I leave? Cos 'ur mad I caught you touchin' 'urself?" He asked, smirking as he looked at you incredulously. You swore you could feel smoke coming from the top of your head from how annoyed you were, but Toji got his way, and you knew that.

"Neither of us realllly want that? Do we? You just got a big fuckin' ego 'n don't wanna admit you need me." Toji spoke, seeing right through you. Gripping his wrist you pulled his hand off of your mouth, the man allowing you to move him as long as his hand got to stay on you some way, resulting in him resting his hand weakly on your neck. "Just fuck me already, we both know you're gonna do it anyways." You replied, pretending you were more annoyed than you were as you felt yourself throb harshly between your legs.

"Good girl, just stop thinkin' when 'ur with me, I know what's good for you." Toji responded, making you roll your eyes in annoyance when internally you felt like he just ignited a fire deep within you. Toji's hand squeezed around your neck as he leaned in and pinned you against the bed, his large knee slotting between your legs and pressing right against your little clit, giving you just the right amount of stimulation you needed.

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Choso:

"O-ohhhh fuck-" You groaned, your rose toy pressed snuggly around your clit, the suction making your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head as you got off on top of your sheets, your playlist playing in the backround. You were imagining your boyfriend, Choso between your thighs instead of the toy, but unfortunately, his brother had pulled him away to do some shopping, meaning when you got all worked up out of nowhere, you had to take care of matters yourself.

It had been so long since you used this toy, or got off by yourself in general since you had been with Choso, but it still felt so fucking good. Not nearly as good as Choso made you feel, but the pleasure of your clit being sucked by the toy would have to do for now. You would make sure not to tire yourself out too much on your own, as you wanted to reenact some of the fantasies you were creating in your head with Choso later that night.

Rolling your hips against the toy, you did your best to keep your legs spread open as badly as they wanted to snap shut at the stimulation. Your stomach clenched and your body jolted forward each time you pressed it harder against you before pulling back, teasing yourself.

Even though the door to your bedroom was halfway open, you neglected to hear the sound of your front door opening and closing over your moans and the music playing next to your head on the dresser. Choso sighed as he placed the bags down on the ground by the table, exhausted after such a long day of shopping with Yuuji. He was just about to call out for you, when your moans were immediately picked up by his ears.

His head shot up, his ears practically twitching as he listened to your noises, which sounded suspiciously like the ones you made when he fucked you or touched you in any intimate way. Marching your way without a second thought, wondering why you were making those noises when he wasn't home, he stopped behind the wall when your bedroom came into his view.

Choso squinted as he got a full view of your naked body from the half-open door. He tried to make out what the red ball you were holding between your legs was. All he knew was that he didn't like it. Although his cock twitched as he watched your body react in the same way it did when he touched you, he was upset and confused at why you were doing it with something else, and what was causing you to do it.

Creeping closer, Choso stayed close to the walls to avoid being seen. Once he felt like he was close enough and could clearly see your face along with the thing you were holding between your legs, he stopped and observed you. His dick dripped pre-cum into his boxers as he tried to figure out what you were holding. You were pressing it against you in the same spot you pressed his head against while he ate you out, using this deduction he could tell it was touching your clit, which is why you were reacting so strongly.

"C-choso fuck-" He froze in place when you moaned his name. Your eyes were squeezed shut, there was absolutely no way he had been found out. So instead of exposing himself, he stayed still, watching. "Fuck- C-choso I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum" You whined, moaning his name repeatedly as you worked yourself closer and closer to your orgasm. Choso watched with bated breath as the thing buzzing between your legs made you cum the same way he made you cum.

You kept the red thing against your clit as you came, making his eyebrows furral with arousal. Your jaw dropped open in a silent scream before stuttered moans fell freely from between your lips, your thighs pressing together as your body jolted forward as you were wracked with tremors. Choso felt a wave of anger and jealousy swirl through him as he watched you. Of course, his arousal was very strong as well, but he couldn't wrap his head around why you were doing that.

When you peeled your eyes open and shut off the toy, your eyes locked onto Choso's face, whose eyebrows raised in surprise as he darted back, pressing his back against the wall and out of view once he had been caught. Your heart was still racing from your orgasm and had spiked for a moment upon seeing him before you realized it was actually just him. "C-choso? What are you doing home? And why are you hiding?" You asked, pulling a throw blanket over your body as you spoke, trying to regain some of your dignity.

You didn't mind much that Choso had been watching you, but you were curious why he hadn't said anything and ran away when he got caught. Choso's heart was racing, he felt guilty for some reason, but also embarrassed. He was experiencing too many strong emotions right now, it was overwhelming.

After a couple of seconds of no response, you shook your head and cracked a smile. "Choso come here. I'm not mad." You assured in case that's why he was being so shy. You guessed you got his feelings somewhat right as he slowly emerged from around the corner, his hands in front of his crotch in a poor attempt to cover his massive boner. You were about to speak again when Choso cut you off, speaking first.

"What was that?" he asked, his words coming out blunt. Your jaw dropped before it closed as you reached over and picked up the toy, holding it up as you looked at him for confirmation. When he nodded curtly, a deadpan look on his face, you replied, "It's a sex toy." Choso felt his heart race at your words. A 'sex toy?' so you were having sex with someone or something that wasn't him? "Why were you using that?" He asked, once again his tone coming out plain and hard to read.

"Well... It's easier to cum with this than if I use my fingers." You explain, leaving out the reason why was because Choso had ruined your body forever, and could only cum with him so you needed a little extra help when he was away. "No." He replied, shaking his head, "I mean why are you doing that at all? You have me." He said cutely, making you smile.

"Choso, you weren't home. I just got... y'know..." You said vaguely as you figured he knew what you meant. "I..." Choso started, looking at his feet before he looked back at you, a determined look on his face. "I don't want you doing that with anyone but me. I don't like it." He said honestly, making your heart skip a beat.

You felt instantly refreshed, ready to go another round if he was ready for you. His unexpected possesiveness especially coming from some toy made you feel hot all over. "I can't even touch myself?" You asked, a smile still on your face. Choso shook his head, his hands curling around one another harshly as he kept his hands blocking his crotch.

"You have me, you don't need to do that." He said, swallowing hard. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants at the confession, his eyebrows furrowing in disdain as he looked over to the toy you had set back down on the bed. "Okay Cho, I won't cum unless you make me." You responded, happily abiding by his request. Finishing with him felt ten times better than it did yourself, so it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. After all, he looked so determined and adorable too, it was hard to deny him anything.

"So Cho... aren't you mad?" You asked, leaning back against the sheets, teasing him as you pulled the blanket off of your body. He was about to respond, letting you know he wasn't mad at you, before he caught onto your words. You were teasing him. He stayed silent, but he nodded as his greedy eyes took in your naked body, the way your legs spread and your tits spilled to the side as you laid back, inviting him to join you.

"Let me make it up to you Cho, fuck me, fuck me, and make me cum on your cock. Make me forget all about that stupid sex toy." Choso's cock twitched hard at your words, more precum spilling inside his boxers. He bit his lip as he inhaled sharply, releasing a shaky breath. "Yeah... yeah, okay." He responded before he crawled on the bed, pinning you down on the sheets.

He gasped as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing his hard cock to press agaisnt your bare cunt, still dripping from your previous orgasm. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you brought your lips against the shell of his ear and pressed a kiss there before you spoke, making him gasp, "What are you waiting for, hm? Make me feel sorry for cumming without you."

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puppysynonym · 2 years ago

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and yet somehow it will always be my fault

#i dont know how it got turned back to me aftwr you already said it was your fault #was it because i fucking consoled you until you felt bold enough to fucking blame your misery on me?#im tired #and stuck #like i cant fucking win #i worked so hard to fix everything and make you not mad at me and then you fucking change your mind and decide that it was my fault afterall #sorry that i dont want your fucking comfort when it always feels like it comes with a price #igive up #its literally useless for me to think you are genuinely capable of self reflection whem it comes to me #vent #vent in tags

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demonlorddiva · 7 months ago

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Obey Me! Brothers Accidentally Hurting MC

this is fun and this is silly and i like it!!!! TW: mentions of blood and injuries

Thanks so much for the love on my last post!!

Lucifer

Lucifer is yelling at his brothers (typical) but they are getting the lecture of a LIFETIME

hes yelling, scolding, the whole nine yards

you come out of your room to see what the comotion is about and stand behind him

he doesnt see you, and while waving his arms he accidentally smacks you with the back of his hand

immedietly grabs your face to see if your okay

yells at the brothers to go to their room

please tell him your fine, hes so worried

will be sweet for the rest of the week

flowers,dinner, alone time whatever you want

Mammon

Hes running away from Lucifer

probably running up his debts again

turns the corner at RAD and doesnt see you

immediately runs into you and sends you to the floor

grabs you before you can smack your head

the most guilty giving you a million apologies immedietly

grabbing your head and appendages to check for blood or brusies

"Im sorry! Im sorry! are you okay? you dont have one of those concussions do ya?"

when you tell him your fine he relaxes

until he hears Lucifer yelling again

He grabs you buy the arm, yanks you up, and starts running with you

Levi

(i saw this as a headcannon somewhere like this and ill link it if i find it but this is so accurate)

You wanted to see Levi so what do you do? go to his room to see what hes doing

You knock and give the passcode, but hear no response

you hear a loud game and some aggravated sounds]

inside, Levi is tired of this boss in his game. this is the millionth time hes played this and he can't get past! hes over it.

in anger, he chucks his controler at the door... the second you walk in and check on him

the controler hits the door frame and smacks you in the face, you cover your face and taking a few steps back

bro immediately screams

scrambling to get to you

thinks you've died

yells so bad everyone hears him screaming and comes out

"ive killed my player 2! i cant go on! im the worst, you must hate me now! your gonna have brain damage and its all my fault-"

Grab him by the shoulders and tell him you'll live and your not mad at him

Satan

(saw this in multiple hc,in different ways, ill link them if i see it, gonna roll with this)

Satan is PISSED

Mammon stole one of his rare books to sell online, and hes hot on his tail

hes got one of those books in his hands, and as mammon turns a corner he chucks one it at him

right in the way of the front door, that you open immediately... getting a book to the face as your carrying groceries in

grabs you before you fall to the floor

checking you for injuries

hes read up on human biology and is immedietly worried

he apologizes so quick and so many times

when you tell him your fine he turns to mammon and he runs

he makes sure your okay before booking to mammon to whoop him

Asmo

your helping him clean out his closet

Hes on a ladder reaching for his spring clothes when he slips and falls

when your right behind him.. about to grab that box from him...

yall fumble and he falls on top of you

"oh my! Darling are you okay?"

on the floor he grabs your face and checks your face for any pain

when he sees your blush he blushes too, grabing your cheek

"oh honey, us stuck in this situation seems like fate dont you?"

Beel

You and Beel are tasked with setting up dewcorations for Diavolos newest festival

Beel is running out of streamers so you think of handing him another roll will be so helpful!

you walk up behind him on the ladder

"hey! got another roll for yo-"

Beel, started, turns around and accidentally elbows you right in the eye

you stuble back, clutching your eye

he grabs you, immediately teary eyed. thinking youll hate him, that your afraid of him

it takes you and solomon telling him over and over that your fine

puts an ice pack on your eye and holds it there

at dinner, he offers you more food

"here, have this, you need to get your strength up"

Belphegor

hes set the perfect trap

when Lucifer walks through this door he will be hit with a bucket of devildom tree sap!

what he doesnt expect was you walking through the door before him

covered in sap and clearly upset he looks at you in shock

Worst case senario: unlocked

He gets chewed out by Lucifer first

But spends the rest of the night getting the sap out of your hair while watching movies and apologizing a million times

Makes beel go and get your favorite snacks and cuddles you all night

#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers #obey me belphie

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ferrarifudds · 3 months ago

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Tramp Stamp. ✷ Lando Norris

Pairing: Lando Norris x Intern!reader

Summary: When he catches sight of something that he wasn’t supposed to see. Something “so out of character” of you.

Word Count: 1.2k

Disclaimer/s: banter blah blah blah black cat x golden retriever tbh, Idk, flirty lando, Mean!reader because that’s all i know

Vera's Voice! a recycled prompt i had been wanting to use for an original story but i have no time since i cant be free of the shackles i call school and work so i just made it a lando imagine. YUHHHH. + sorry for my hiatus. Wassup. i hope u enjoy ^_^

The McLaren paddock was always buzzing with energy on a race weekend, but you barely noticed anymore. You were too focused on your job—an internship that demanded perfection, efficiency, and an unwavering dedication to details.

Unfortunately, no one seemed to have passed that memo to Lando Norris.

"You’re stalking me," You muttered, flipping through your clipboard as you strode through the garage, dodging mechanics and engineers.

"Following," Lando corrected, strolling beside you with way too much ease. "Completely different."

You stopped abruptly. He stopped too. You shot him a flat look. "You don’t even need to be here right now."

Lando smirked. “Aw come on, not enjoying our quality time?”

"Waste of time, actually." You scoffed, adjusting the clipboard in your arms. Lando gasped, pressing a hand to his chest like you’d just gravely offended him. "Wow. Harsh. I thought we were bonding."

You exhaled sharply, turning back to continue walking, attempting to wave him off. "Leave me alone, I’ve got work to do."

"And I have free time," He pointed out, easily keeping pace with you. "Which means I can spend it however I want."

"You want to spend it being an ass?"

"Of course." His grin was all mischief. "It’s my favorite pastime."

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t slow down, weaving through the garage with practiced efficiency.

Lando, despite having no real reason to be there, stuck to your side like an overgrown puppy, dodging cables and stepping around mechanics with the kind of casual ease that made your irritation flare.

He lived to get under your skin.

"Hmm," He mused, leaning in just slightly, "You should try smiling more. I think it’d be good for you."

You didn’t even glance up. "You should try shutting up more. I think it’d be good for everyone."

Lando let out a bark of laughter. "So mean."

“Well, I’m certainly not trying to be nice.” You glance up, sending him a fake and sarcastic smile before your face deadpanned with cold eyes.

Lando clutched his chest dramatically. “You truly wound me.”

“God, save me.” You muttered, flipping a page on your clipboard.

Lando, of course, was unfazed and continued pressing. “To be honest, I think you secretly like this,” He mused.

You gave him a look. “Like what exactly?” Furrowing your eyebrows, not following where he was going with this.

“This.” He gestured vaguely between the two of you. “Our little game.”

You stopped so abruptly that he almost walked into you. “What game? You mean me trying to do my job while you act like an overgrown toddler with too much money and free time?”

Lando grinned, rocking back on his heels. “So do you like it or no?”

You let out an exasperated sigh, turning sharply on your heel, and in your haste, your pen slipped from your grip.

It clattered to the floor and rolled just slightly out of reach.

Without thinking, you bent down to grab it.

But. There was a shift in the air. A second of silence too long.

Then—

“Oh.”

The single syllable carried so much smug amusement that your stomach dropped before you even straightened.

You turned slowly, and Lando was standing there, arms crossed, lips curled into a knowing smirk.

His eyes flickered downward—just briefly—before meeting yours again.

"Oh, correct me if I’m wrong," He drawled, "But was that a lower back tattoo?"

Your entire body stiffened.

You knew right then and there that your McLaren issued shirt had betrayed you. Probably riding up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the delicate little ribbon bow and butterfly inked on your lower back you had gotten back in high school.

Your fingers curled tightly around the pen, knuckles white as if you wanted to shove it into his throat. You fought to keep your face neutral, but the heat creeping up your neck was traitorous.

Lando’s smirk deepened.

You knew you should just ignore him. Keep walking. Act like you didn’t hear. But his tone—so goddamn amused and intrigued—was already sinking its hooks into you.

You straightened fully, lifted your chin, and shot back smoothly, “Maybe don’t stare at my ass?”

Lando’s grin was instant. “Not my fault it was right there.”

"You could’ve looked away."

"But then I would’ve missed the best part of my day," He quipped, eyes glinting with unfiltered delight. "Because never in a million years would I have guessed you had a tramp stamp."

You exhaled sharply, flipping back to your clipboard with forced nonchalance. "You saw nothing."

"I feel like there's a story behind it." He leaned in slightly, eyes practically gleaming. "And now I have to know."

"You have to shut up."

"Make me."

You inhaled slowly, forcing yourself to stay composed. You refused to let him win.

Lando’s smirk widened like he could feel you getting flustered.

"Was it a dare?" He mused.

You ignored him, flipping a page.

"Drunken impulse?"

Silence.

"Rebellious phase?"

You turned sharply. "Lando."

"Hm?"

You briefly smiled, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Shut up."

"Can’t. I’m way too entertained at the moment."

"Oh, of course you would find this entertaining."

Lando grinned. "Come on, just tell me! I’ll drop it after."

"You never drop anything."

He sighed dramatically. "You know me too well."

“Unfortunately."

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—

"You know," He mused, rocking back on his heels, "It’s actually kind of hot."

Your brain short-circuited.

You nearly dropped your pen again.

"What?" You croaked.

Lando shrugged, far too nonchalant. "The tattoo. Didn’t expect it, but… yeah." He smirked. "Bit of a plot twist."

Your mouth opened—then closed. Then opened again. "You—I—what.”

He chuckled, watching your reaction unfold like it was the highlight of his day.

You refused to give him the satisfaction.

So, instead of responding, you lifted your clipboard and smacked him lightly on the arm.

Lando burst out laughing, clutching the spot like you’d actually hurt him.

"You’re an idiot," You muttered, turning away before he could see the hint of a smile threatening to break through.

Lando grinned after you, calling out, "I will get that story one day!”

And maybe—just maybe—you weren’t as annoyed as you pretended to be.

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hybridirl · 1 year ago

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i’ve never done this before…

18 + only, please!

ellie x f!loser!reader

a/n: so basically i was on janitor ai because i’m genuinely an addicted freak and this was inspired by a chat i had :3 im also replaying tlou2 bc i cant stop i need it i need it i need it. also i think a LOT more things make sense now, so i think you should replay after u play it.

brief summary: ellie is ur big sister’s best friend! but, unfortunately you’re dubbed an “annoying little sister,” your sister’s not home, ellie’s high when she comes over, and ur a loser nerd who can’t deal with confrontation :(. (au if it wasn’t obvious!)

tw / DUBCON?, ellie is very mean, degrading, praise, pet names, reader is a virgin, small age gap if you really squint, porn without a plot, rushed sex, scissoring (tribbling?), use of y/n i think…

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with a grunt, you pulled your pajama pants up the rest of the way. you were headed to the door after hearing seven hard knocks on the door.

“hello—“ you began, cutting yourself off when you see ellie, your sister’s best friend. “ellie?” you glanced behind her, then behind yourself. “she’s not home right now.”

“yeah, yeah,” she slurred, and your lips went into a thin line from her state, so obviously intoxicated. “she told me come ‘n wait. she’s gettin’ her shit rocked, ‘r whatever. she dropped me off ‘ya know? said you wouldn’t mind. you don’ mind, do you?”

being such a caring person had its ups and downs. you weren’t fond of ellie, and she wasn’t fond of you. she had been your biggest bully throughout the entirety of middle and high school. but, you couldn’t deny her entry. she could get hurt or worse, and you didn’t want that. or to be responsible of it.

you adjusted your glasses, eyeing her with a thoughtful look. her eyes were halflidded, red, and she smelled disgusting. she eyed you right back, her stare almost intimidating.

“no, ellie. i don’t mind,” you said begrudgingly, stepping aside to allow her in. you watched her make her way around the all-too-familiar home while you shut the door. you mentally prepared yourself for tending to her needs; you knew she’d tell if you hadn’t. you also prepared for the anger she would inevitably feel. she was an angry person when intoxicated. you leaned against the door and watched her opened the fridge.

“what do you got?” ellie asked, shutting the refrigerator and looking at you. “what’re you gonna make?”

“i don’t know,” you responded and took a glance at the stove. you hadn’t noticed what she took from the fridge, only gasping when you heard the familiar sound of a beer opening. “hey, hey, hey! that’s my dad’s!” you watched ellie shrug and give you a “so what?” look. “stop it, that’s not good for you!” you rushed over, reaching for the beer, but her rough hand kept you in place as she chugged it down. “ellie, stop! you’re already high, that’s gonna make it worse; ellie, stop!”

“and what the fuck do you know?” she asked as she slammed the beer bottle of the counter, “you stupid fuckin’ loser, what the fuck is wrong with you? i’ll do what-the-fuck-ever i want. you’re such a fucking lame-ass, you won’t even take a lil sip o’ this thing,” she stuck the beer can up to your mouth, which you turned away from, “that’s what i thought, you stupid bitch. you’re probably a virgin, too, huh? you don’t even try- nobody even tries for you. no man, no woman, no whatever. never been in a relationship, never been in fuckin’ nothing. you are such a fucking loser.”

your jaw was slack, almost looking like a fish out of water as it tried to shut and open.

“you’re too high for this,” you said slowly, still shocked at her words. you took a step back, your back pressing against the island counter.

“you don’t know the first thing about ‘too high,’ jackass. bet you never had a dick in you before. too busy studyin’ your stupid fucking books to be the good girl you are. can’t even do this because you’re always bein’ a teacher’s pet, always bein’ a goody-two-shoes, know it all, fucking bitch. probably got a few toys like the desperate freak you are. maybe a dildo? nah, you want that pussy t’stay tight, huh?” you thought it couldn’t get worse than the insults before, but this was insane. your eyes were wide, shock filling your features.

“ellie!” you gasped in horror and embarrassment, “i— i’m calling my sister!”

“you’re a fucking snitch!” she giggled, pointing at you. “she doesn’t care what the fuck i’m saying to you. she’s too busy slutting herself out to give a fuck about your pathetic ass, baby.”

“go away, ellie,” you whimpered out, eyes at the ground. you attempted to push past her, but her hands gripped your wrists. “please.”

“you’re not getting rid of me,” she growled, her beer-breath filling your nostrils, “you’re a goddamn joke. i’m not going anywhere ‘til i’m good ‘n ready. you just know i’m right.” she leaned in, her lips brushing your cheek as she whispered deep into your ear, “you just want my hands all over you, don’t you, y/n? i’ve seen how you watched me. you want a real woman’s hands on ‘ya. all of over your pretty body, hm?”

“no,” you whispered right back, your brows furrowed. this was your sister’s best friend. this was just… wrong; you couldn’t explain it, but it wasn’t right. and she was high! she didn’t know what she was doing, what she was saying, but her touch felt so…

“don’t you lie to me,” she huffed her breath hot in your ear, “you wanna get touched bad. you know you do. you want my hands slidin’ down your pretty panties and touchin’ that clit. make you cum all on my hand. you want that, don’t you?”

“ellie,” you almost moaned out at her dirty talk, your brows knitted together in conflict. your hand went to cover your mouth as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pjs and simultaneously your underwear.

“let it out, baby,” she told as your hand muffled a broken moan, “you’re already so, so wet for me. this pussy’s just beggin’ for my touch, huh?” her finger-pad ran across your clit and your knees buckled. she giggled in response, a lazy grin plastered on her face. “mm, ya feel that? this’s what y’ve been missin’ out on with all that nerdy bullshit you do.” her fingers slipped easily inside you, making your eyes roll with pleasure; another moan escaped your throat. “y’so tight. just like i thought.” she pulled her fingers out, quickly giving them a lick before tugging your bottoms down. “oh, baby…” she moaned at the sight, licking her lips as she took you in. “look at that pretty pussy. mhm, ‘n all f’r me, huh?” she knelt down, getting face to face with your cunt. “answer me.” she kissed at your inner thighs. all you could do was watch, trembling under her dominating touch.

you yelped, jumping in surprise as she bit your thigh harshly.

“i said answer.”

“y-yes! all for you, ‘s all for you,” you whimpered, whining as her mouth finally met with your drooling pussy. your resolve had slipped away, only thinking about that needy, touch-starved vulva of yours. “oh, ellie…” she grinned as she watching you come undone, your fingers slipping into her hair and tugging at it. she lapped and lapped at your clit, tongue running circles around the sensitive bud. she gave it a last kiss before she pulled away, smirking at your distress.

“preview, baby. all that was. go to your room, m’followin’ you.”

you were anxious to walk, taking just a moment before giddily rushing to your room. the masculine woman easily followed your direction, shutting the door hard behind her as she pulled you down to the bed with her. her hands were immediately on you as you lay atop her, caressing and running down your back, cupping your ass and squeezing.

“you’re so ready for me baby, aren’t you?” she asked with a small smirk playing at her lips. “you wanna grind that pretty pussy on mine, don’t you?”

“i-i’ve never done this before, i-i don’t know what to do,” you admitted, although she already knew your circumstance.

“makin’ me do all the work, you pretty lil pillow princess?” she teased, that same lazy grin on her face. she easily flipped you over, watching your eyes widen in surprise. “god, how are you so perfect…” she moaned softly to herself, her hands running down your sides, down your legs, and down your calves. she reached her jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging them down quickly. you gulped as you eyed her pubic mound, her dark hair trimmed finely.. she lifted your hips up, appreciating your vulva once more. she used her thumb to lift up your clitoral hood, bending down to meet the pearl with her tongue. “mm, god, i can’t get enough of you. pull your shirt up, wanna see those tits ‘ve been wantin’ to see.” you did as you were told, quickly pulling your nightshirt up and showing her your breasts. a groan left her throat as her hands reached out to touch them, tweaking and rolling your nipples between her fingers.

“please,” you whined, your head tilted back. “please, ellie…”

“oh, i know you’re so needy, huh? never done this before? never been touched so good by another girl b’fore, huh?” ellie teased once more, and all you could do was nod. it was all true. “say it, baby. tell me how much of a loser you are.”

with an embarrassed grimace, you obliged, “i-i’m a big loser. ‘ve never, ever gotten laid ‘n i wanna… oh!” you gasped as you felt the sensation of her pussy meet yours. “ellie…” her hips ground against yours, your clits bumping and running across each other.

“you like this? my pussy all over yours?” she growled, rolling her hips to meet your cunt. “fuck, you’re so wet.” you moaned out, your hands trying to find a place to stay as they flailed. they gripped the sheets and you watched above as her pussy slid across yours. you both glistened with a thin layer of sweat, your bodies becoming hot with arousal. “you feel so fucking good.”

“yes,” you cried, “more.” and she gave you more, her hips rolling with fervor while you writhed in pleasure. “p-please— ellie!”

“yeah, scream my name you little slut,” she purred, her auburn hair sticking to her sweaty face. “let ‘em know— let the neighbors know you’re finally getting laid.”

you continued to moan her name, completely drunk on this feeling. she let out small little ‘just like that’s’ as your voice echoed off the walls of your room.

it was intense, your bodies moving together and so perfectly in sync. sweat dripped from her forehead onto your belly, slightly coating your skin. her hands gripped your chest as she ground against you, the position slightly awkward, but pleasing nonetheless as your heats mushed together in symphony. sloppy squelches filled your ears, almost drowned out by your moans and cries as she took you.

“i’m gonna,” you began, tears welling up in your pretty eyes, “i’m gonna cum, ellie!”

“yeah? right on my pussy? cum right on my pussy, baby,” she moaned, her hands reaching her cup her own breast. you moaned, following her command like a dog as your canal contracting around nothing, costing her slick folds in all your essence. your body convulsed as you came, and the sight forced a moan out of her throat. “yeah, that’s it, my good girl, fu—ck… i’m cumming!” with her orgasm following in suit, she gripped your leg hard, riding out her orgasm as you tried to come down from your own. you whined from the overstimulation, feeling her arousal spread out on your flesh. she shushed you, her index finger on your lips as she calmed her breathing. she dropped your leg, plopping beside you with a grunt.

“t-that was good,” you said to her, your eyes lingering on her glistening face.

“mhm, now you get to brag to a—ll your nerdy, little virgin friends that you,” she jabbed a finger, “got laid.”

“you’re mean,” you huffed, a little pout on your face. she smirked, bringing a hand to the back of your neck and bringing you in to kiss.

“yeah?” she chuckled, “but you like it.”

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cbeargyu · 4 days ago

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Getting ready to go on a date with dom! hyuck but you cant find anything that makes you feel pretty and then you spiral down and hyuck punishes you for even thinking badly abt yourself

brat

summary: it’s your third anniversary with hyuck, but insecurity gets the best of you — until he reminds you exactly who you are and who you belong to.

pairing: dom bf!hyuck x fem!reader

genre: smut, established relationship, dom!hyuck, emotional comfort.

warnings: spanking, degradation + praise, fingering, unprotected sex, possessive behavior, aftercare hint, explicit language, mention of body image issues.

wc: 1,7k

notes: omg i’ve been so busy lately and this fic was the one thing stuck in my head 😩 i had the whole scene imagined already and i was so scared i’d forget it 🫠 i actually had a little draft saved for days but work made it impossible to focus the way i wanted 😭😭 today’s labor day in my country tho so no work for me and i finally got to finish it 🖤

it was supposed to be perfect.

your third anniversary — a milestone in itself — and hyuck had made sure everything would be just right. he called in favors, got a reservation at that impossible-to-book rooftop restaurant downtown, even made sure the date landed exactly on the day, no “weekend-after” bullshit. he showed up to your apartment early, dressed in black slacks and a silk shirt half unbuttoned, smelling like oud and vanilla and effort. his hair was styled just enough to make it look like he hadn’t tried. cocky and beautiful. all hyuck.

but you weren’t ready.

when he rang the doorbell, the apartment was still filled with the sounds of your panic — drawers yanked open, zippers half-stuck, hangers clashing against each other like metal nerves. you called out a “give me a minute!” as he walked in, and he just chuckled, collapsing on your couch with his phone in hand.

the first time you came out to show him your outfit, he actually smiled.

“baby,” he said, eyes flicking up and down your body, “you look fucking edible.”

you didn’t believe him.

so you turned around, muttering something about the skirt feeling weird, and went back in.

second outfit. shorter skirt. a blouse that made your shoulders look sharp. he gave a low whistle.

“you wanna make me lose my mind before we even get there?”

you frowned. the mirror was cruel today. you didn’t feel pretty. everything hugged you wrong.

you went back in.

he was still patient by the third one, but there was a small sigh. a tap of his finger against his thigh. he didn’t say anything when you came out a fourth time, just looked at you, head tilted, brows barely raised. his silence made your stomach twist.

by the fifth time — when you stood at the edge of the hallway and whispered, “maybe we should cancel. i feel gross. none of this looks good on me” — he didn’t say a word.

instead, he stood up.

slowly. deliberately.

you felt it before he touched you — that low heat, the warning. and when his hand closed around your wrist, firm but not hurting, your heart dropped.

“sit down,” he said, pulling you toward the sofa.

“hyuck—”

“sit.”

you stumbled as he pushed you gently but firmly down, sitting beside you. his eyes were darker than before. that lazy glint was gone.

“you wanna cancel?” he asked, voice low. “you wanna ruin a night i planned for us because you think you’re not pretty enough?”

you opened your mouth, but the words never got to form.

“do you even fucking hear yourself?”

his hand found your jaw and tilted your face up to look at him. you hated how glassy your eyes were getting.

“you think i did all this so you could stand there and tell me you look ugly?” he shook his head, disgusted. “you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever fucking seen. and you walk out here, in this tight little dress that’s making me hard as hell, just to call yourself gross?”

“hyuck, it’s not like that—”

“shut up.”

your breath hitched.

“no, really. shut the fuck up,” he said, and now he was straddling that line between anger and arousal. you knew that voice. it always meant trouble. “you’ve wasted over an hour crying about skirts and crop tops when i should’ve had you on my lap, fucking moaning.”

his fingers slipped under the hem of your dress, dragging it up slowly.

“you’re lucky i love you. otherwise i’d leave your bratty little ass right here.”

“hyuck—”

“what did i just say?” he growled.

your mouth snapped shut.

“i’m gonna teach you something, baby. next time you wanna say dumb shit about yourself, you’re gonna remember this.”

before you could respond, he tugged you over his lap. your breath left you in a rush as he adjusted you, one arm braced across your lower back, the other smoothing over the curve of your ass.

“five,” he murmured.

and then came the first slap.

sharp. hot. the sound echoed in the room and your body jolted.

“for wasting time,” he said, voice calm, almost gentle.

another slap, firmer.

“for not trusting me when i say you’re beautiful.”

the third one made you gasp, thighs pressing together.

“for calling yourself ugly.”

the fourth left a sting that bloomed sweet and painful.

“for almost canceling our night.”

the last one lingered, heavy and final.

“and this,” he leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, “for forgetting who you belong to.”

your body was trembling, more from heat than shame. your dress was bunched around your waist, panties damp and clinging. your heart beat wild against your ribs, mouth parted as you breathed through the swirl of emotions.

“now,” hyuck whispered, shifting you so you sat on his lap, straddling him, “you’re gonna thank me.”

“w-what?”

“thank me, baby. for reminding you who you are. how fucking sexy you look. how much i love you.”

you swallowed. cheeks flushed. and whispered, “thank you.”

“louder.”

“thank you, hyuck.”

he kissed you, rough and hungry, swallowing the last of your doubt.

“you still think we should cancel?”

you shook your head quickly.

“good,” he said, fingers trailing under your dress again. “because we’ve got two hours before that reservation, and i’m gonna spend at least one of them making sure you never fucking say that shit again.”

he shifted beneath you, letting his hands slide back down to your ass, which still throbbed from the spanking — not from pain, but from the way it had lit something inside you. something shameful and warm. and when his fingers curved under, brushing the soaked fabric of your panties, you flinched.

he stilled.

“oh?” a smug grin tugged at his lips as he pressed his fingers more firmly over the wet patch. “what’s this, baby?”

you tried to close your thighs.

“are you—” he laughed darkly, “you’re wet from getting spanked?”

“shut up,” you muttered, hiding your face against his neck.

“no no no,” he said, dragging your panties to the side, middle finger slipping through the mess between your folds. “you don’t get to be embarrassed now. this is what you get for talking shit about yourself. your body knows better.”

your hips jerked when his fingertip found your clit and circled it, slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. your breath stuttered out, and you bit into the side of your finger to keep from moaning.

he noticed.

“get your hand out of your mouth.”

you looked up, dazed.

“i said i want to hear you,” he growled, and the sudden weight of his command made your cunt clench around nothing. “don’t hide your sounds from me. not when you’re dripping like this.”

then his finger pushed inside — slow, deep — and you let out a choked gasp. he groaned lowly at how tight you were, adding a second finger almost immediately, fucking into you with a rhythm that made your thighs tremble.

“fuck, baby,” he whispered, eyes fixed on your face, “you’re squeezing my fingers like you’re desperate.”

“i am,” you whimpered, grinding down onto his hand without shame. “hyuck, please—”

“please what?”

“i want you inside me.”

“yeah?”

“fuck me,” you said, breathless. “please. i need you to fuck me.”

that was all he needed.

he stood abruptly, lifting you in his arms like you weighed nothing, carrying you to the edge of the couch and tossing a pillow down before laying you on your back. he tugged your panties down your legs, not even bothering to unfasten your dress. just pushed the fabric up and out of the way.

he undid his belt with one hand, pants half off before he was fisting his cock, already hard and leaking.

“you ask so nicely,” he said, lining himself up, tip sliding against your soaked entrance. “how can i say no?”

and then he pushed in.

slow only for the first few inches. the stretch made you cry out, and he groaned deep in his chest as he bottomed out.

“this pussy missed me, huh?” he muttered, starting to thrust, slow at first — letting you feel every inch. “gripping me like she knows who she belongs to.”

you couldn’t even respond. your mouth was open, moaning freely now as he picked up the pace, hips slamming into you over and over, hands gripping your thighs wide open. you reached up, clawed at his back, needing more, more, more—

“look at me.”

you blinked up, eyes wet, lips parted.

“look at the man who’s fucking you,” he growled. “look at the man who calls you beautiful every fucking day. that’s who you listen to. not that bullshit voice in your head.”

you nodded, frantic, as his cock hit something deep that made your back arch. your legs shook around his waist. he leaned down, kissed your mouth hard, then your neck, then sucked a bruise into your collarbone that made you whine.

he could feel you getting closer. your walls fluttering around him, that desperate way you clawed at his shirt like you might float away if you didn’t hold on.

“go ahead,” he whispered against your mouth, “cum for me, baby. let it all go.”

and you did. eyes rolling back, body clenching tight around him as waves of heat crashed through you. he cursed loudly, barely holding himself back, thrusts losing rhythm as you milked him. he pulled out only at the last second, panting as he came across your stomach in thick, hot streaks.

you both laid there for a moment, breathless, skin slick, hearts pounding.

then he glanced at the time on his phone and groaned. “fuck. reservation’s in thirty.”

you laughed weakly, covering your face.

“don’t even start,” he warned, grabbing some tissues to clean you. “we’re still going.”

“you came on my dress,” you muttered.

“you deserved it.”

you glared at him.

he leaned down and kissed your cheek.

“get up, princess. we’ll be late. and next time you even think about calling yourself ugly,” his eyes narrowed, voice dropping back into that low warning tone, “i’ll make sure you can’t walk straight for a week.”

you blushed, but obeyed, smoothing your dress back down.

he pulled his shirt on again, still unbuttoned, and ran a hand through his messy hair.

“happy anniversary,” he added with a wink.

you couldn’t help but smile.

“happy anniversary, hyuck.”

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footygirl114 · 5 months ago

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Entrenadora (Alexia Putellas X Reader)

It has been absolutely forever since I have written anything, but this idea came to me and has been stuck ever since. I have more ideas for where this could go but would like to see if this idea is even interesting first. Please let me know what we think, as I fear I am washed up and my stories suck

Crouched down on the sideline, all you could do is watch as the #10 on your team cuts back across the top of the 18 shaking the defender and curls the ball into the top corner. You jumped up and could feel the bench behind you also jumping up and you watch on as the girls on the field surround the goal scorer as they celebrate.

the feeling of your assistant coach slapping you on the back and say in“You were right the girls practicing the cutbacks paid off!” brings you back to the game at the moment.

You smile and see the bench settle behind you and turn back to watch your team run back to get set for the kick off and you clap and yell out “come on girls, stay solid for 3 more mins, we got this!”

The next few minutes pass by slowly, as you pace the sidelines occasionally yelling out instructions, but when the final whistle goes you can feel the relief settle in. You watch as the bench runs out on to the field and surround their goalie celebrating the semi final victory. You follow the team out and work your way through congratulating your players, but when your #10 who also happens to be your 10 year old niece wraps you in big hug you smile extra big.

“That was a sweet goal Cami!” you tell her as she pulls back form you.

“You taught me how to do that Tia!” she smiles up at you, and you cant help to pinch her cheek and she squeals and turns to celebrate with her teammates.

You walk back towards the bench, after shaking the other teams coaches hands, and you start packing up your stuff and make sure the girls haven’t left anything lying about. You turn to get the girls to start cool downs, and you notice that your assistant coach has already got the team cooling down.

Using the moment to stand there and think back on what you need to do for the afternoon prior to the final later in the evening. You fail to notice your brother come up behind you and squeeze your shoulders.

You jump and turn to see him standing there and you whack him on the shoulder and say “you’re an ass.”

He smirks and says “congrats on the win coach!”

“Good thing you brought me in, you never would have got them to a final” you tease him with smile.

He chuckles and says “ouch, I wanted to coach but no parents were allowed.”

“thank god you have such an awesome sister then” you smirk at him and move to gather your stuff as the team comes over to get their bags and move off the field.

You cant help but smile at your big brother and your niece talking about the game as you follow them across the field. You follow them to your cars, and plans are made for the 3 hour window the team has before the final, to get the girls fed. You take a second to look at the schedule and see the other semi final is being played now and you decide to go and watch and scout the teams.

You make your way towards the field the game is being played on and you find an empty spot towards a corner flag to stand in and watch. You are lost in the game that you don’t notice someone else coming to stand near you, and when you say something out loud about how stupid of a play that was you do not expect to hear a response.

“si, I agree, would have been better to play the ball to the wing” the voice beside you says.

You turn and see a stunning women, clad in Barcelona shorts and a half zip with a black ball cap on. It takes you a second but you finally respond with “or the ball should have been cycled back and not forced into a play.”

“The centre back has a good range, she could have made a better attack” she says to you.

The two of you go back and forth for the next few minutes before a goal is scored the way you both were just describing. You both laugh and you say to her “seems we both had a good grasp on the game.”

“si, its refreshing to talk to someone who sees the game as a whole” she smiles at you. Before you can say anything else she asks “did you see that pass?”

“it was a waste of an opportunity” you reply back. It starts your conversation back up and you continue to discuss the tactics of the game in front of you. It lasts for the rest of the game, when your phone rings and its your brother calling and you turn to her and say “excuse me, I need to take this.”

“I should go anyway, I enjoyed talking with you!” she says with a wink and she turns and moves away.

You watch for a moment and walk the other way answering the phone to your brother, and you cant help but think that you would like to be able to talk to her again. When the time comes for your team to warm up, you completely forget about the conversation you had with the cute woman, and you focus fully on the game.

When your team comes out the victors and after the celebrating dies down and you are standing in line waiting for the medal ceremony do you see her again. She is standing behind the convenor of the tournament with 2 other women dressed in the same outfit she’s wearing. You hear the convenor making a speech about the tournament and then introduces the 3 Barcelona Women players that are there to present the medals does it click who she is.

You can feel the heat to your cheeks as you remember how you just spoke tactics with one of the best players in the world. You have to follow the team through the motions of getting the medals and you can barley look her in the eye as she places medal over your head. Luckily team pictures take priority and getting the team squared away takes up your team before you can continue to overthink it.

When the madness dies down and a few people are left straggling around you find your self alone on the field. You are not alone for long when she steps up beside you and says “congratulations coach.”

You turn to her and say “Gracias, but my name is Y/N” as you turn to hold your hand out to her.

“Alexia” she says and shakes your hand with a smile.

You try to ignore the tingling up your arm as she shakes it and you ask “Why didn’t you tell me who I was talking to earlier?”

She shrugged and says “does it matter? I enjoyed the tactics talk with someone who has the same view of the game as me.”

“I mean I could have at least rolled out the red carpet, or maybe gone and watched some game play footage of how you move on the field” you chuckle back to her.

She smiles and says “Oh you would have watched me?”

You shrug and say “for purely tactical reasons only.”

She laughs out loud at that and says “can I take you for a drink to pick your brain about how my body moves?”

“thats tempting for purely tactical reasons, but I promised my niece I would come celebrate the teams win with her tonight” You softly smile at her.

She places her hand on your arm and smiles “you coach your nieces team here?”

“si I do.”

“thats very sweet of you” she squeezes your arm and continues “can we take a rain check?”

Nodding you move back a few steps to dig into your bag for your clipboard, and you write your number down and rip a piece off to hand to her and you say “call me for a rain check Alexia.”

She smiles with a chuckle and says “I see what you did there, but I will be calling you for purely tactical reasons.”

“I should go catch up with my niece.”

“you should” and she moves closer to you and press a kiss to your cheek and says “You’ll be hearing from me.”

You watch as she jogs away to her other team mates and you move to meet your brother and niece in the parking lot. Your brother sees you coming and asks “what took you so long?”

“Nothing, I was just taking it all in” you tell him with a smile.

“mhm the blush on your cheek says otherwise baby sister.” he teases you and before you can swat at him he moves out of the way and says “now come on Cami is waiting for us.”

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The following morning as you are walking into your first class of the day you feel your watch buzz with a new message, you see it was an incoming message and you glance down quickly to notice it was an unknown number. Before you can read it you are at the door of your class room and you walk in and place your stuff down at the front podium. Looking up as you are connecting your laptop the lecture hall is about 3/4 full with 2 minutes to class to start.

As your laptop boots up you can help but check your messages and you immediately can feel the smile and blush work the way up your cheeks.

Unknown: Figured Id let you get a head start on the purely tactical reasons to watch me, and send you a link to the last goal I scored, I wont tell anyone if you watch it back a few times. But I would like to hear all about how my body moves from your perspective over dinner?

Unknown: Also Hi, from the cute footballer you gave your number to, who would also like to be able to study how you move, again for purely tactical reasons ;)

#alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #espwnt x reader #woso imagines #woso x reader #woso imagine

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Strong Coffee and Sweet Cakes

Chapter Two ‘The Curse of Exhaustion’

Genre - BTS FF, a/b/o dynamics, a/b/o BTS and MC, Ot7 x fem MC/reader, so fluffy, little angst, eventual smut

Warnings - Very fluffy! Angsty themes like loneliness, sadness, light insomnia - let me know if there’s any more! X

Summary - A new cafe near the Hybe building will change the 7 members of Bangtan’s lives forever, 7 alphas in a pack? A recipe for disaster. Until a sweet omega starts to stir up their world with a little bit more sugar and slowly their loneliness dissolves

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Author Notes - Chapter 2 is here! It’s starting out slow right now! I’m mostly focussing on introductions, world building, introducing you to the characters and dynamics of this story so the plot can progress!

Sorry I didn’t post this yesterday like I said, I got caught up longer than I expected to in the day and didn’t have time to write xx

The final scene was a last minute addition and idk why I just love it!

With Namjoons new energy, the producing process seemed to be much easier, atleast one out of three minds was inspired and had some encourgement. But, all things come to an end, by 5pm, Namjoons motivation has deteriorated and the lack of sleep begins to catch up, fast. Its catching up for everyone, Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon have been stuck in the studio for the last three days and only slept once, unhealthy habits that they continue from years ago because three perfectionists, trying to produce an album on a timelimit, all thats in their minds are caffeine and work.

All three are rubbing at their eyes, heads heavy and thoughts beginning to process and thats when they have to call it quits, for the night atleast because without a single present mind, no work was going to be produced at all and theyd be back in the situation they thought they would have had all day, exhausted, drained and unmotivated. Atleast a few hours of sleep is needed right now.

"I cant even think" - Hoseok groans, rubbing at his neck and clicking it as if it will wake him up some and help him, legs aching from being sat for so long

"Neither, maybe this is it for tonight" - Namjoon agrees, slumping in his chair just a little

"Just another hour or two and then we can call it off" - Yoongi mumbles, not even taking his eyes off the computer, more just commenting half passively to encourage them to keep going just a little longer but the thing is, that little one or two hours is a whole lot when you havent slept in days

"We havent left the studio all day, lets just take a short break and then we can keep going" - Namjoons groaning out finally accepting near defeat

"Yeah, you know what, how about we go to this cafe your talking about and just get a drink to bring back" - Hoseok mentions it, curious but also just more eager to get a stretch of his legs because its what he desperately needs right now.

"What do you think hyung?" - Namjoon knows Yoongi could turn around and flat out say no, he doubts it, but he could and as much as they could fight, they are all reaching for the same thing right now.

"Yeah, okay we can take a short break" - Because as much as Yoongi wants to just stay and work, his pack and how they feel both physically and mentally is incredibly dear to him, even if it isnt always openly shown, even if he grumbles out his agreement and huffs, he doesnt mind taking a break for them.

Quickly having one last listen and making sure to save and close the computer just in case, the tired alphas groggily make their way into the biting air under the sunset, 5:15pm. Yoongi doubts the cafe will even be open anymore, Hoseoks yearning for his americano and Namjoon is maybe a bit too excited to go back so soon.

The two who havent yet seen the cafe pause for a moment when it comes into view, furrowing their eyebrows and taking in the scene because they instantly understand the appeal atleast visually, Their warm fairlights and string lamps set up outside lighting up the seating area and the atmosphere is like that of a movie in the moment, they'd seen hundreds of beautiful places in all of their travels but this is different, the small details Namjoon had noticed earlier making their way into the two alphas attention too. The 'Open!' Sign is still flipped how it was this morning, Namjoon sighing out in relief because he really does need the caffeine. Because thats definitely, definitely the only reason he wanted to come back. He too is surprised your open and it isn't too busy inside from what can be seen through the windows, tables occupied but not packed.

The little bell jingles as they enter, the two elder alphas taking moments to observe the inside, inhale the still strong scents of coffee and baked goods and yeah this was starting to make sense why Namjoon liked it here so much after just one visit. And then they see you, instatly knowing your the omega Namjoon mentioned as you bring over the teapot of chamomile tea to Mrs. Han and engage in a light conversation with the sweetest smile gracing your lips. Your eyes flicker to the door at their arrival but you dont stray your attention from Mrs. Han too much knowing your conversation would be short and you'd be back behind the counter shortly.

The earthy scent youd enjoyed this morning briefly fills your nose from across the room and your eyes light up a little, hes back, so soon and with two? other people, other alphas. One is a strong, heavily masculine sort of burning wood smell, theres hints of sweetness underneath, if you were to guess its- marshmallow? but its subtle and oh so complimenting with a hint of whiskey, just a little, its warming and while its a combination youd never imagined before it works so well, like a summer night out in the forest, a wood cabin and a fireplace maybe. The other is musky, the kind of musk only an alpha can have in their scent which can easily be overwhelming, unpleasant even, but its mellowed out with hints of crisp green apples and cedarwood, its lively, masculine and perfectly balanced, refreshing and so alluring. You try to resist the urge to breath a little deeper to take in more of their scents as you listen to Mrs. Han and finish up your conversation but as you begin to walk towards the counter and allow a little more of the scent to invade your senses, you cant help but frown at the bitterness of exhuastion that is laced over each of their scents, its unsettling to you, the type of tainting you really dont like to smell on others and you walk a little faster to take their orders and hopefully make it even a little less bitter.

Namjoons smiling as he approaches you at the counter, looking over your clear window showing off the bakes and noticing how its nearly empty now, just a few of each left, some only having one or two, some actually empty but there it is, the apple and cinnamon pretzel that made his morning and then he looks back up and he wants to coo at you, your hair messier than it was this morning, a little fluffy and your wearing a pair of glasses now, adjusting them on your nose as you approach them quickly, your sweet smile back again.

"Hello! Back again already" - You giggle out and Namjoon goes a bit pink with realising how yeah hed come back under 12 hours after he came for the first time and swooned over your coffee and bakes. Yoongi and Hoseok stand slightly behind him watching with intrigue and taking you in, a little warmth filling thie chest at your soft appearence and voice, they can also feel the shift in Namjoon's scent as it twists just a little stronger and sweeter, your nose twitching in response in a way that they find utterly adorable.

"Haha- yeah" - Namjoon awkwardly laughs out, practically facepalming in his head at the awkwardness in his voice but you really dont mind, its cute to you. Its cute in a way you'd never really thought of alphas like before, his clumsiness in body language and words just making you smile wider. Its so common for alphas to purely exude confidence, overhwelmingly strong and often pride too, which, of course is bad to stereotype but its one youve actually experienced. The lack of those two qualities, the slight uncertainty and natural tinge in Namjoon's actions are refreshing, its welcomed.

"What can i get you?"

"Ill have an espresso- uh the blend from earlier if that isnt too much trouble" - Namjoons cursing himself for not asking what it was because youd been working all day and probably had tens to hundreds of customers in that time why would you remember tha-

"Of course its not! Anything else?" - Ah, you cut off his doubt and awkwardness in a second and hes grateful, incredibly, for how attentive you are, even if you dont have to be at all

"What do you guys want?" - Only then do you bring your focus back to the two behind him and the way they step forward a little, not intimidatingly on purpose, but just naturally makes your eyes widen a little, brain falter for a mere second from the power of their scents but you force yourself to relax in order to listen.

"Ill have an americano " - For hoseok, looking forward to trying this coffee that transformed Namjoon

"A cold brew for me please" - Yoongi mumbles out, just loud enough for you to nod enthusiastically and you tap a few times on the screen and read over the order, routinely about to ask about what coffee blend theyd like but something comes to mind.

At 6am Namjoon had ordered two espressos, looked exhausted, wasnt even going to eat anything with it, hed left with some energy which made you happy but now hes back with that same exhaustion, at 5:30 and ordering more coffee? Its not your place, you havent even known him 12 hours but you cant stop the concern, the gentle scolding you want to give for how it cant be good for his body to have such strong coffee at this time in the day when he should begin to unwind.

Your eyebrows furrow, a little frown settling on your face and all three alphas feel their heart jump when you look back up at them, specifically speaking to Namjoon to hesitantly address your concerns, your breath hitching before you speak because this really could come off as rude potentially and thats so far from what you want but you cant help it, maybe you could atleast suggest something else, just playful concern, right?

Unfortunately it comes out more sad and concerned than you wanted it too. You want to sound teasing but your voice fails you along with your expression and you curse yourself for sounding too pushy but none of them see if that way.

"More espressos? Its evening now and you had an early morning" - Namjoon faulters at your words, lips parting in surprise and he can feel the strings in his heart pulling in everywhich way. You watch him struggle to reply for a moment but then you look at the other two criminally handsome men and one (Yoongi) suddenly smiles amused at your bold confrontation despite not knowing him long at all and Hoseok tilts his head with a smaller smile in further curiosity, waiting to see how this plays out.

"Ah we still have some work to do" - Namjoon eventually manages to get out but he instantly regrets it when your frown deepens, you arent going to argue because its not your place but the lack of approval in your expression has Namjoon spinning back on his words with a hand scratching his neck awkwardly, hes giving in to your every concern and wish without even realising because it feels good to be cared for, concerned for, its not common ehich is odd to think considering the millions of fans who wish them well at all times but this is personal, real, raw concern and its not because hes an artist, not because hes someone you admire but simply because hes human. And thats something that feels new.

"But... what would you suggest instead?" - The way your expression lights up and smile regraces your face is enough compensation for giving up the caffeine he holds close to his heart, this feels warmer, more rewarding. You instantly reply bubbly at his acceptence of your not so subtle suggestion.

"I can make you a mint tea? Its relaxing, less caffeine, good for your throat" - You list off a few benefits happily and its clear youd chosen something you found suitable to him because chamomile was too relaxing, fruit tea possibly too sweet, mint was just right in your opinion.

"I'll have one of those then instead, and uh another apple and cinnamon pretzel please" - If he's going to differ from his usual choice he might aswell indulge in another one of the sweet, filling treats he so enjoyed before, the way you light up impossibly brighter in the dim ambient atmosphere pulls a more permanent smile onto Namjoons lips, he can see you teeter on your feet because he'd indirectly admitted his adoration for the bake.

"Of course!" - You tap it in satified with his change of heart, more than satisfied, fulfilled and warm inside, holding back a purr from showing how much it warms your heart to care for and treat people, especially those who work too hard for their own good which is what these alphas give off.

Your looking over the other two alphas remembering their presence instantly, this could be their first coffee of the day for all you know - you doubt it - given they look the same as Namjoon in terms of exhaustion but you dont know anything about them and your interference with Namjoon's order is as far as you'll push for now so you just give them the same smile you give Namjoon and look over all three as you ask your next question, really trying not to shrink under their strong presences. Its hard to ignore the swell of pride that fills your heart realising not only had Namjoon returned so quickly but he had also - supposedly - brought his friends here too, its an indirect praise that just makes you smile a little wider, your cheeks a little warmer and fingers a tad more fidgety but you try not to show it.

"Anything else?" - Hoseok looks over at the bakes display because Namjoon had ordered something from there and then something catches his eye

"Is that banofee pie?" - One, pristine slice remains under the cake cover and when does he ever resist a banoffee pie, especially one that looks so good.

"Yes! It is" - Your nodding and watch Hoseok pause for a second, heart lips pulling into a tempted smile, nodding to himself and you

"Ill have that slice then please" - The smile widening on your face a little is once again rewarding and Hoseok wants you to always smile like that- even if hes only just met you.

Yoongi has been watching the interactions silently, observing you, the way your so expressionate in your body language and face, saw the way your body lit up like a live wire both times the alphas requested one of your desserts and while he really did want to get back to finish up and finally sleep a bit, he wouldnt mind staying for a while in the cozy atmosphere of your cafe.

"Okay! Is that all for you?" - The three are nodding quickly at your question

"To go or sit in?" - They should go, get their drinks and go back to the studio but something in each of them is tempting them to stay. To indulge. Namjoons looking back at the other two quickly because he knows they said theyd go back but admitedly he doesnt want too and when he looks at Yoongi for his decision and when the man simply shrugs, avoiding looking him in the eyes and pushing his long hair back, Namjoon feels like hes won something, turning back to you waiting and nodding before he answers for the three.

"Sit in please" - You quicly ring them up and repeat what youd told Namjoon this morning, that they can sit anywhere and they find a small corner, three comfortable seats and a window for a gentle, fresh breeze. In your negociation with Namjoon youd completely forgotten to ask what the other two alphas would like coffee blend wise and you panic for a moment, looking back and forth as they sit down and noting the deep sighs they exchange purely from thie minds clouded with stress, you take the decision for yourself to give them the least disturbance, a honey roast for Yoongi and a Medium roast for Hoseok, mint tea for Namjoon with a little pot of honey he can choose to add or not and prepare all of it on a tray with the two treats they wanted.

Meanwhile around the table, the three begin to talk, taking in the night settling outside the window and taking a well needed moment to breathe

"She is sweet" - Yoongi mutters with a confirming nod of his head

"Very cute, caring too" - Hoseok instantly agrees, eyes watching you spin around behind the counter preparing their different drinks, intrigued.

"Yeah i mean i did say" - Namjoon’s eyes are also on you, thinking about how you’d thought about his health before anything else and it was just sticking with him.

"Bold of her to suggest you not have what you originally order... i like it" - Yoongi gives a small huff and smile.

"So we going to finish and go back to the studio"

"Thats the plan"

"We just have to review the last track again, make any last changes, it feels like its missing something but im not sure what yet" - Yoongi tells them with his eyebrows pursed because if any of them are the hardest on themselves when it comes to work, its him. Hoseok's a bit too distracted by observing all the patterns youve decorated this place in to think about what exactly is missing in the track but luckily for him, Namjoon answers.

"I get what you mean, just something small but definitely vital, it could just be the backing vocals we need Jin to record though"

"Maybe" - Yoongi hums out, imagining the song in his head and trying to work out if spending another few hours will even do anything or if Jin's vocals are all the track really needs.

"Choreography is coming along alright, pretty sure we can start to learn it next week" - Hoseok finally refocuses on the work topic and he recalls back to him and Jimin struggling to bring some of the choreograpies together, of course some of them are choreographed by other people but dancing is him and Jimin's passion, it just makes him cringe recalling the pure frustration and tension building when things just dont work or dont play out how they envisioned.

Before anyone can reply, they're distracted by you teetering over, silent on your feet but your sweet scent gives you away, unknowingly lulling some of the tension in thier muscles away, each of them slightly melting into their seats. You entirely focus on putting each of their orders infront of them, repeating them outloud quietly and being careful not to spill anything from the tray. The three watch you, expertly moving each of their cups around one by one with barely a few taps on the table, only then do they take you in further.

Your apron is tied tight on your body, secured with a bow in the back that Hoseok notices, fitting, he thinks. Your hair is tied back but a few strands have fallen from the ponytail and framed your face, the hairs tickling you and making you twitch but it doesnt set you off task for a single moment. Energy seems to bound around you but Yoongi notices the tiniest shake of your fingers and just slightly laboured breathing as your omegan body tries to keep up with the pace you set yourself, its something youve taught yourself to get used to and you have built a significant tolerance to it but at the end of long days like this one, it starts to catch up to you, makes you jittery and has you yearning for your nest at the end of the day more than anything.

You dress simply for work, just in a t-shirt and jeans that are for the most part comfortable but at the end of the day begin to make your skin feel a little scratchy and sensitive, nothing you can help or avoid. They do little to hide the curves of your body but its not something the three men spend time dwelling on because they arent some freshly presented alphas or disrespectful in general. With all of the dishes and cups placed down you quietly repeat everything back to yourself, a look of concentration on your face that makes the three watch you intently, making sure everything is there and when your content you shoot up from your slightly bent position, hands clasped infront of you and expression bright besides the impending tiredness that is due to settle over you soon and they can see it, as much as you try to push it down and only want to wrap you up in one of the many blankets settled all around and guide you to rest. You want the same for them however, and you express that, gently.

"Enjoy! And please do try to rest soon" - You say your last part quieter, hesitant but it’s appreciated by the three, and maybe your words settle in sooner than they'd planned.

You make your way back to the counter and occupy yourself with your tasks but the three can feel you trying to subtly glance over to gauge their reactions, they dont mind, more curious and intrigued more than anything. The sips they all take have them simultaniously groaning, kind of animated, seeming almost fake because it feels luxurious, smooth, perfectly suited to their tastebuds. Your smiling to yourself at their reaction and it only gets bigger when Hoseok tries his pie and his eyes practically gauge out of his head, taking an even bigger bite than before.

They find themselves not drinking and eating for fuel, but for enjoyment, slower than usual and certainly slower than theyd planned. Theyre sinking into their chairs, Yoongis slowly blinking in that catlike manner he has, Hoseoks slumping in the chair and definitely would usually mentally scold himself for how hes acting as if hes in his own home with his head leant back against the chair and manspreading but he didnt really care right now for some reason. Namjoon is feeling particularly heavy, sleepy with the warm, soothing drink youd carefully prepared for him, finding himself running his hands through his hair in an effort to try to keep himself awake. Without realising, half an hour goes by, 6pm and the cafe is slowly emptying, the three half asleep, incredibly relaxed alphas realise they should probably get up, so slowly they do, trying to blink away the sleep.

"So we best get back huh?" - Namjoon gets out, rubbing his eye but Yoongi shakes his head, surprising them both

"it can wait, lets just get some sleep" - Yoongi can practically feel the joy radiating off the two others from his words

"Look at us, taking her advice without even realising" - Hoseok jokes about it but its the truth and walking over to the counter to drop off their plates, they can see the tiredness in your own body a lot more clearly now, trying to keep up with quick movements but your hands are shaking more than before and your faltering in your movements, seeming to forget your actions every few seconds but your trying and its so clear it makes them frown.

"That was amazing thank you"

"Truly" - Hoseok throws in and they see you spin around at their words and muster up a warm smile, wishing them a good evening and telling them to remember your words from earlier playfully. Namjoon and Hoseok begin a slow walk to the door, Yoongi about to follow but he looks at the two, sees them about to reach outside and turns back to you, capturing your attention.

"Take care of yourself, hm? Get some rest" - Yoongi's quiet, making sure no one else can hear and his tone is soft but assertive, a small frown on his lips, you stare for a moment a little shocked, opening and closing your mouth like a fish because you hadnt realised anyone else could see the indicators of your tiredness but his expression made it clear he had noticed and he cared. You like to show care to others, it makes you happy but oddly enough, you dont often recieve the same, not that you ever expect it but just as an obersvation. He makes you stutter and blush, warm inside and all you can do is nodd furiously with a smile and a quiet assurance that you will.

Yoongi nods back, huffs in satisfaction and your small interaction plays on repeat for the rest of both of your nights. Yoongi revels in your sweet reaction, the "i-i will" you let out even if the surprise you showed unsettled him, the pink tint of your cheeks is cute, the fluster different from your confidient and bubbly personality he'd seen before that but he wanted to see it over and over again. Hes unknowingly smiling as he leaves until Namjoon and Hoseok ask him why he looks so giddy, brushing them off and telling them they should all get home and sleep, which they do without a second thought.

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Your cafe is open early and late everyday, 6-6:30 monday to saturday but thats exactly why your friends are vital to any sort of success you have because without them, you simply wouldnt be able to run the hours you do. Mondays you do the entire day, along with wednesdays and fridays, one of the three will always be there during rush hours to help but for the most part you are set to work the entire day. Unfortunately, the long hours completely take it out of you and you also have to do the baking so to manage, you focus in the kitchen on Tuesdays and thursdays, maintaining prep for the rest of the week and having time to recharge whilst one of the others take front of house or two of them somedays. This way, you have much shorter days on those days and get the rest you need, you get to sleep in and leave so much earlier too.

Its essential - the rest - because as an omega you naturally crave and require more sleep than betas and alphas, its in your genes and although you absolutely use every ounce of your energy and some to work as much as possible, it does catch up to you. A lot of days youll walk in to your home, barely functioning and b-line for your nest, sleep an insane amount without much time to yourself. Of course you get breaks during the days you work long hours and you'd recently hired some part-time staff to help throughout the day alongside Yuqi, Soyeon and Soojin and its taken some weight off of you but you still often find yourself in the exact same position as you are today.

Not having a pack as an omega is hard, most would find it impossible but your situation isnt something youd change in desperation, your not in a pack by choice, not by force because your entirely waiting for the pack that feels right to invite you, if that day ever comes. It's hard because you crave the comfort and safety betas and alphas - especially - naturally provide to omegas in their pack, the ability to exude their scent in waves to lull their omegas into a softer, less anxious state - which you often get - and in return omegas are naturally nurturing, calming to those around them and balance out a pack, taking away stress.

For you, after a long day you begin to get jittery, shakey and lose focus in moments, you get out of breath incredibly fast, your eyes grow heavy, your mind slows down and tasks that would usually be simple become incredibly hard. You do your absolute best to hide it, to never show it infront of customers or even your friends but sometimes your friends notice and silently come to your aid just a little more than usual, something your grateful for, incredibly. No customer has ever noticed it though, atleast never enough to ever comment on it but Yoongi did and it made you freeze up, almost like making your mind catch up with your body and you felt even more sluggish than before but for some reason, it felt- okay? It would usually make you frustrated but today it felt okay to let yourself be tired, okay to be a bit more lenient on yourself.

After closing up, your walk home is slower than usual, not forcing yourself to keep at a pace that makes your muscles burn and lungs scream. You have the same issue as usual when you get in though, entering your own cozy space puts your body on sleep mode, tells you your finally in some kind of safe environment so you make yourself a quick dinner, half asleep already and moving sluggishly and as soon as its down, a quick shower so you dont get your nest dirty where the hot water feels especially scalding on your sensitive skin, sometimes makes it a little irritated but it all is well when your nest comes into sight.

You barely throw on your pajamas before bounding into the soft cocoon, purring in an instant, body finally allowed to properly rest, clutching onto the variety of blankets and not attempting to even check your phone because your hands are shaking too much. Somehow youll manage to put on a show to watch for .5 seconds before descending into a deep sleep but most nights its unfortunately interuppted. Not by anything but yourself, thats another reason beta and alpha pheromones are essential for most omegas, they help you sleep and stay asleep. Without, you end up waking up multiple times in the night without reason and its annoying along with incredibly tiring. Jolting awake isnt new to you, just not exactly what would be the ideal situation with how hard you work everyday.

Bangtan's pack experience the same, work long hours everyday, hardly see a few weeks of break a year - if anything - and in the time they do have to sleep, they struggle, tossing, turning, jolting awake. They put it down to the stress of their idol life but deep down they all know theres something else factoring in, the absence of something theyve yet to find. Its gotten especially hard for them recently, back from the military. Before, they could bury themselves in military tasks, exhaust themselves into a slightly deeper sleep, just as they could usually do before from their idol activites but now? Its started to stop working, as if their bodies have grown immunity to their tactics and are still pushing for something they dont know. Between consistent stress from the comeback, catching up with everything theyve missed and having to become accustomed to their pack/group life all over again - which theyd never imagined would be so hard to do, they never noticed just how routine it all was until they split apart - their bodies are in overdrive and their emotions? Yeah, not great to say the least.

The songs their writing themselves are getting more and more negative, forcefully positive in some cases but its so fake that it just feels wrong. Their unhealthy habits become more and more frequent, hormones are all over the place and their struggling, possibly more than ever. They bought a penthouse recently, collectively, its huge, big enough for all of them and they claimed they can stay there during group activites for convenience but realistically they share comfort in eachother, not just because they are a pack but because they share this deeprooted loneliness that those around them won't understand.

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"Is it hard? Being an omega, not in a pack?" - Yuqi asks, blunt as ever and you know she means no harm, no intention to upset you at all so you take it with no offence even if Soojin elbows her hard for how she says it

"I dont know, i guess it was but im used to it now" - Theres not a hint of solemness in your voice, no search for sympathy because this is just how it is. It still makes the six - Yuqi, Soyeon, Soojin, Shuhua, Minnie and Miyeon (your friendS for years now) - cringe and frown, always ones to be concerned for you no matter how much you try to brush it off.

"You always have any of us you know?" - And you know Soyeon and the rest of them mean it, you shove another mouthful of rice in and smile through your cheeks with a nod, if you need them theyre only a call away but you understand why they're concerned, Alphas and Betas such as themselves have a significantly easier time without packs because they genetically arent as dependent on others usually.

"Aishhh always getting solemn Soyeon" - Miyeon scolds, nudging her because you clearly wont speak more on this topic, you never do, its a jar you dont like to open, one filled with old memories and Miyeon knows that.

"Sorry sorry- So, hows Leila, Shuhua?" - Ah this is a happy topic, Shuhua's neice, a little omega who isnt even one yet, the baby she sontims brings to your cafe when she babysits and just has you gushing and fretting over every little thing about her. Everyone can feel you brighten up, your scent sweetening as the hint of strawberry thickens balanced with the sweet cream.

"Yes! How is the little potato" - Yuqi asks and you push her shoulder with a playful frown, scolding her for teasing the cute baby. She does have the most adorable chubby little face and hands and legs and just everything- a little marshmallow if you were to compare her to anything but Yuqi liked to call her a potato

"If you keep calling her i think Y/n's going to explode one day Yuqi" - Minnie playfully teased and faux pouted at you but Shuhua brushed them both off, just continuing

"Anyway, she's great! My sister said she Doesnt let go of the blanket you gave her Y/n" - Thats the other thing, both Shuhua's sister and her husband are beta and alphas, Leila is an omega, its a rare occurence but far from impossible. They have barely any omegas in their family and no matter how much research they do sometimes they still struggle or Shuhua will struggle will babysitting but thats where you come in.

You understand, you can understand in ways alphas and betas cant because your an omega and while she isnt your daughter or related to you in any way so you dont know her every tendency like her family do, you can help in some cases. Like a few weeks ago, when Shuhua had come in with her and you'd been working in the kitchen that day but youd whizzed out, flour all over your apron and rushed over before youd even heard Leila's first cry because you could sense the distress before they all could. Soojin had stared in surprise as you'd practically sprinted past her and reached the two just before Leila began to cry and saw Shuhua's face morph into one also of distress because she was fed, changed, being held after not wanting to crawl or walk for the moment, all of the things shed routinely check, indicated that Leila should be just fine and you knew that Shuhua had obviously done everything right but you could feel and see some unresolved discomfort.

You didnt know what from, but it was the kind you'd get when you just needed an extra layer of comfort when you were younger especially, its how you ended up with a collection of soft blankets to bring with you to places - which now are carefully placed in your nest after years of wear - its a hunch but it was worth trying and you'd wide eyed rushed around, to your small office in the back, past Leila and Shuhua and Soojin again, practically throwing blanket after blanket out of the box you have kept in the office, unscented new blankets that you kept just in case until you found the exact one you were looking for, its soft, crotcheted so she could slip her fingers through it easily, long enough for her to drape over her body for years to come and with a quick feel yourself, you just knew it was right so without another word you were draping it over her and gently encouraging her hands to hold onto it, her wails soothing until a wave of tiredness settled over her and she was asleep with pink cheeks and sniffles within just 2 minutes.

Shuhua had looked at you in pure astonishment, even though shed watched you be especially nurturing to omegas before, those in distress, discomfort, just a little sad or even those who you just sensed needed it but Leila couldnt even speak yet you'd just known and back to now, it fills you with joy and warmth that youd made the sweet little thing happy.

"When doesnt our Y/nie know best" - Soyeon exclaims dramatically, hand over heart for added flare and everyone laughed at her tease while you grew red cheeked and shoved in anoher mouthful of meat from the hotpot youd all gotten. Every friday night youd all go out for a dinner at the same restaurant in the area, a smallish one that just did the absolute best hot meals ever. You were exhausted every time but you kept it together throughout the day and evening because you look forward to this time with them, its rewarding after a long week and you cherish it. Absentmindely, the six always pick up on your needs, never forgetting to pick up the blanket from your office chair to drape over your shoulders or lap for that extra layer of comfort you just need after the day and they make sure your drink is always topped up, usher you into the middle of the booth between them and make sure you always walk home with someone even if youd tried multiple times to resist their fussing, they just know you, and they care.

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"Jungkook why have we just got a huge delivery of pillows, blankets and duvets?" - Seokjin asks over the phone watching as box after box gets piled into the entry way of their penthouse, utterly confused when he read the box contents on the top of each one. Its absurd, the place is already decorated.

"I just wanted them hyung..." - Jungkook quietly mumbled out, he cant explain it to Seokjin because it sounds silly, he just got an urge, he felt an itch and he scratched it. Seokjin was running his hand through his hair seeing more and more come through the door and just standing in utter disbelief.

"What are you even preparing for?! An apocolpyse? The biggest movie night known to man? Have you suddenly turned into a bear and not told us your preparing to hibernate for winter?!" - Seokjin rambles into the phone, words spitting like fire.

"Hey i get it, the place definitely needs to be cozier" - Jimin agrees from Jungkook's side of the line, adding to his purchasing choices and Seokjin just cant believe it because in what world would they need anywhere near this much?!

But whats the point in arguing when Jungkook already sounded scolded and sad, its been hard for them lately, theres no point adding to the stress. With a deep sigh, Seokjin just bites his lip and nods to himself, mentally agreeing with the new arrangement.

"Do you want me to arrange them or just put the boxes in your room?"

Just two nights before, Jungkook had been browsing on his phone when he saw a tiktok of an omega preparing their nest, so many blankets and cozy things and his body went on autopiled, he acted without a single thought for some reason and for the next three hours, he ordered every type of blanket and pillow he could find on the website the omega linked for their primary usage, of all different materials and sizes without much of a plan at all. It was also clearly out of place for Jungkook because he barely ordered anything in black, white or grey, more white than the other two but everything else was mainly soft pastels, a few brighter pieces here and there. Its odd, but he let it happen because in the state hes been recently, he just needed to do something that felt right and it also felt right to order it to the penthouse and not his personal house, so he did. He didn't want to explain how the urge clawed at him until he gave in, how afterwards he slept better than he has in a very long time because theres no logical explanation for it.

Except there is, Jungkook is instinctively preparing for a omega to enter their lives and he doesnt even know it.

Thank you so much for reading I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Hoping to get the next one out very soon xx

Please let me know what you think! My asks are open and I try to reply to comments as fast as I can

Side note, I watched Are You Sure for most of the writing of this, not relevant but I just did because I love it.

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pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N has a crush on Robin's friend Steve, but when she learns about his dating history she retreats in on herself.

word count: 3327

warnings: self depreciation, reader is only described as not skinny but by herself in comparison to other Stranger Things characters, happy ending guys I swear, also based off the song sunflower from that one movie (I don't remember I just get it stuck in my head)

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"Please?"

"No!"

"Oh, come on!" Robin had been trying for the past hour to make her best friend come with her to the movie night that Steve was hosting.

"Robin," Y/N was not budging. It's not that she didn't want to hang out with Robin, but going to a strangers house full of people when you only know one was not her idea of a fun night.

"Just give me a good reason, at least." Usually Robin stopped begging by the fourth 'no,' but tonight she was very pushy for an unknown reason.

"I don't know anyone!" Y/N hadn't gone to Hawkins High, instead being put through a private all-girls school just north of Hawkins. A school Robin visited frequently, due to Y/N's roommate, and that's how the two became friends. So while 'King' Steve Harrington may have been a legend in Hawkins, he might as well have been the post man to Y/N.

"I'll be there!" Robin clearly did not understand Y/N's worries. "I won't leave you alone, I promise."

"Give me the reason you want me to go, and I'll consider it." Robin opened her mouth. "The real reason." Y/N raised an eyebrow at her huff.

"Steve is my best friend, and I selfishly want my two best friends to also be best friends!" Robin pouted, but it made Y/N smile slightly.

"I will go just this once." Robin whooped and punched a fist in the air as she stood from the couch. "But! But, you cant ask me again." Robin seemed to happy to care about Y/N's terms anyway.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

"I finally got her!" Robin screamed when she walked in, not even knocking or slowly walking in. Y/N stood out outside the door, blinking as Robin began to give out hugs.

"Who?" A male voice asked, just around the corner and out of Y/N's sight.

"Is this your friend from boarding school?" A kid with curly hair asked Robin as he came to the door.

"It wasn't boarding school!" Robin knocked the back of the kids head, and Y/N's eyes widened. She was really close with these people.

"What is your name?" A girl appeared next to Y/N, causing her to jump. Everyone was still buzzing and talking in the doorway.

"Y/N," She responded, smiling when the other girl smiled. "What's your's?"

"Eleven." Y/N tried not to show her shock at the unique name. "But everyone calls me El."

"I like that name." Y/N said, feeling nice when El smiled wider. She wanted to continue her conversation, however a loud voice cut everyone off.

"Alright!" Hands clasped, a man about Y/N's age got everyone's attention. She felt her heart begin to beat out of her chest and her eyes widen slightly at the sight of him; tall, handsome as hell with the most beautiful head of hair. She struggled to hear what he had to say next. "You can come in the house, ya know." His smirk made her smile slightly, her heart racing as she tried not to act too shy.

"I just wasn't sure," She looked over at Robin, who was talking in low tones to another girl who looked about their age as well.

"Don't worry about it." The man walked over to her as she walked into the house, the kids dispersing and beginning to chatter once more. "My house is basically everyone else's anyway." He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, shutting the door behind her. Y/N gave a small laugh and toed off her shoes, leaving them near the door before turning back to Steve.

"Your house is nice," She said, looking around and realizing her statement may have fallen a bit short. His house was immaculate upon first glance. However, when she looked closer, she realized there were no family pictures, no children's artwork or graduation pictures hanging up. Her heart sunk and she looked back at Steve, who looked a bit awkward.

"Yeah," He said, scratching his neck. "My name is Steve, by the way. I don't know if Robin told you." Y/N's eyes widened in acknowledgement.

"You're Steve!" She laughed slightly at the face he made. "No, it's just, I hear all the time about how Robin works with you. I didn't know her coworker was her best friend." She caught something flickering across Steve's face, as if there was more to the story, but then he was laughing and it was so musical that Y/N forgot all about the face. Steve's laugh seized her heart, and she tried not to blush.

I mean, how embarrassing would it be to blush at your best-friend-in-law's laugh the first time you meet them?

"Yeah, I mean, we've worked at two places together now so," Steve told her, and Y/N nodded.

"Basically married, honestly." She joked, just to make Steve laugh once more. When he did, her heart soared.

"I'm glad someone gets it." He spoke, a soft smile on his face that Y/N wanted to take a photograph of to look at forever.

God, get ahold of yourself!

"I'm Y/N." She held her hand out, and Steve took it, a small smile on his face.

"That is a lovely name." He said, and she couldn't even think about the fact that he probably has used that line a million other times because she was too busy trying to manually make the blood leave her cheeks.

"Thank you," She said, quieter now. He dropped her hand and then looked around, noticing Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan on a couch while the kids sprawled out on the floor, arguing about the movie.

"What's your favorite movie?" He asked, turning back to her.

"Uh, I guess it would be Pretty In Pink? Or actually maybe Footloose." Her eyes lit up as she ran through more movies in her head. "I really like Stand By Me too." Steve smiled.

"I have Footloose." He said simply, then turned to make his way to the living room. Y/N followed, brows furrowed in confusion. She hadn't even gotten to ask him the same question, and she wasn't sure what he was doing now.

"Alright, stop arguing." Steve walked into the middle of the kids and picked up all the movies they had taken off the shelves, not caring about the kids' protests.

"Steve, please tell Mike that no one wants to watch Ferris Bueller again!" The kid with curly hair cried out.

"We watched it like seven times in theaters already!" A kid with and dark, short hair called out, and this caused the pale kid with black hair to drop his mouth in surprise - this must be Mike.

"Because it's the best movie ever made!" Their bickering distracted them from what Steve was doing, starting to yell over each other and making the three girls in the group roll their eyes and sigh.

Y/N looked over to find a spot to sit, but she noticed Robin was deep in conversation with the same girl from earlier on the couch; she was petite and beautiful, permed hair styled perfectly and face gorgeous without makeup. Y/N was instantly jealous, no matter how much she tried to ignore it and push it down. The girl was holding the man next to her's hand.

Robin had left Y/N alone.

Her heart started to race as she stared at Robin, willing her to look over, to notice how uncomfortable she was. She didn't know where to sit now - she could sit on the love seat but then she would be sitting next to Steve, who seemed nice but she didn't know him. Her head spun ever so slightly as she tried to breathe, trying to act like she was fine. It's not a big deal. She can sit on the couch. And if it's the most awkward experience of her life, she'll blame Robin for it until the day she dies.

As she sat down, heart still racing but breathing under control, she noticed a familiar tune playing. It was the intro to one of her favorite movies.

She met Steve's eyes as he got up from the VHS player, walking over to where she was sitting.

"What the hell is this?" The kid with curly hair asked Steve, who was now seated next to Y/N, his thigh pushing into her's.

"A movie." Steve grabbed a bowl of popcorn from the small table, offering some to Y/N.

"You're such a comedian." A girl that was smaller than the rest said, eyes narrowed at Steve. He ignored her with practiced ease, taking a handful of popcorn and staring at the TV.

"You chose Footloose." Y/N whispered, heart picking up when Steve turned to look at her.

"Of course." He smirked, making her blush slightly.

"Thank you." She looked over at Robin, who was staring at the TV while shoveling popcorn into her mouth.

"I know that Robin probably told you she wouldn't leave you alone." Steve muttered, causing her to whip her head over to him.

"She didn't leave me alone." Y/N felt the need to defend her best friend, even if it was a lie.

"Y/N," The way he said her name made her heart clench. She immediately forgot what they were talking about. "I love Robin, and I know she didn't mean to, but she did leave you alone." Y/N crossed her arms.

"She just got excited." Y/N said, causing Steve to chuckle lowly.

"Believe me, I know." He scooted ever so slightly closer. "I've never seen this movie, and we've missed the first five minutes, so I'm gonna need you to explain it for me." She tried not to let her cheeks heat once more as she began to explain to Steve what was going on in the movie.

After going to movie night a couple more times and actually becoming friends with some of Robin's friends, she hatches her plan.

She couldn't tell Robin that she was practically in love with Steve already. Not because she didn't trust her best friend, but because she felt weird about it. She had only just met him, and they hadn't even talked all that much. She had to bring it up but make it seem like it was Robin's idea.

"I need you to help me!" Y/N cried, dramatically falling backwards on Robin's bed.

"Oh my God," Robin didn't even look up from her painting she was working on.

"I to go on a date!" She yelled. This was a common complaint, one that would cause Robin to roll her eyes most of the time.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Robin still hadn't put down her paint brush, but she was a little less focused.

"You know so many people!" Y/N tried, hoping this wasn't a little too forward.

"You're right, but not that many are - oh my God." Robin dropped her pain brush, the color splattering on her desk, just before hitting her canvas.

"What?" Y/N rolled over, almost falling off the bed.

"I'm a genius." Robin spun in her chair, grinning at Y/N.

"What?" She repeated, hoping Robin was about to be the best wingwoman ever.

"I know the perfect boyfriend for you!" The girls stared at each other for a couple moments, Robin blinking as if it was obvious. "Steve!"

"Oh." She couldn't sound too excited, but on the inside she was dancing. If she had Robin on her side, it'd be easier to get to know Steve. "I mean, I barely even know him,." Robin was so excited she didn't even bring up the fact that Y/N wouldn't have known anyone Robin brought up.

"Yeah, I could tell you everything." Robin shrugged, making Y/N's eyes go wide. "Like, he crawled backwards as a baby. Weird, right?" Robin laughed, painting forgotten.

"Okay, maybe we should skip ahead to dating history?" That was really what she wanted to know; Steve gave her the vibes of a player. She needed to be proven wrong. She was sure she was wrong.

"Right, well, he used to date Nancy." Y/N's heart sinks at Robin's words. It feels like someone just stabbed her. She regrets asking anything, regrets telling Robin she'd go to movie night. "They dated for like, a year, probably. I don't know, but they had a little thing a while ago."

"Oh," Y/N doesn't know what to say, but she clearly didn't convince Robin of anything. All Y/N can think is that she looks nothing like Nancy. Nancy who's skinny. Nancy who's hair is always perfect with her curled perm. Nancy who's eyes are the most beautiful blue. Nancy who's makeup is never too much, is always complementing her, is so beautiful. Nancy who had Steve's heart.

Fuck.

"They're like, two different people, though. Want different things. He's totally over her. It was practically forever ago." Robin continues, and Y/N tries not to show the hurt that is running through her.

"Right." Y/N nods, grabbing her book and picking it back up again.

"I'll wingwoman you." Robin turns back to her painting. "My two best friends!" She squeals, and Y/N closes her eyes, trying not to show Robin that she's disappointed.

Y/N doesn't go back to movie night for two weeks, despite Robin's whines and moans of protest. She wasn't going to break, either, because even though she hadn't seen him in two weeks she thought about him every day.

It was unhealthy.

It was even more unhealthy the way she studied herself in the mirror, comparing herself to Nancy. She knew she shouldn't, that there was no point, that Steve probably didn't even remember her name.

It was fine.

She was a normal human. She was a normal person. She could go to a movie with Steve. They probably wouldn't even talk.

So she agreed, making Robin the most excited she'd ever been. She could hardly wait a week for the next hang out, which was not a movie. It was a pool party.

She could do it.

"I can't do this." She whispered as she parked outside of Steve's house, Robin already getting out of her car.

"Come on!" Robin cried out, and Y/N blinked quickly before shutting her brain off and getting out of the car.

It wouldn't be that bad.

"Y/N!" Steve yells as soon as he opens the door. Her eyes widen, and Steve pushes Robin aside to put his arms around her.

"Alright," Robin says with a scoff, walking inside.

"Hi," Y/N says quietly, because she's still a little confused.

"We missed you!" He says as he pulls back. "I missed you." This was quieter, and Y/N tried her hardest not to blush.

"I missed you too." She said, watching him smile before walking with him into the house. She tries to convince herself that today will be okay.

But then the conversation shifts to Steve and his love life somehow, and one of the kids brings it up.

"Remember when you had a crush on Robin!" Dustin announces as he dissolves into laughter. Y/N's mind goes blank.

Of course Steve has a type. Of course it's the opposite of her. Robin and Nancy are gorgeous. They're both so kind, so smart, so pretty. They're both skinny.

All she can think about is the way her body looks against Nancy and Robin's. Her thigh, which is touching Steve's on the small couch that he had decided the two of them would sit on. Her face is a different shape. Robin and Nancy look like models that Y/N sees on the cover of her mother's magazines. She might as well have not come back, because there was no way Steve would ever see her like that.

And she couldn't even tell anyone; not that she had many people to tell anyway. But Robin wouldn't get it. She'd tell Y/N how beautiful and smart she was that if a man didn't want her for such a stupid reason she didn't want the man anyway. And while it was nice to hear, it wasn't what she wanted or needed now. She didn't need reminders that she was beautiful, because it wouldn't change how Steve saw her.

What had she been thinking? Of course Steve was a player - she had clocked that quickly.

"I need more popcorn!" Robin announces in the middle of the movie. "And Y/N needs to come with me." The way she said it made Y/N realize that she knew something was wrong, and now her best friend was not letting her out of this.

"What?" Y/N asked quietly when they got to the kitchen.

"Seriously?" Robin almost exploded.

"What?" Y/N furrowed her brows, and Ron scoffed as she rolled her eyes.

"You've been acting weird." Robin explains, and Y/N shakes her head dramatically. "No I haven't." She says, grabbing the popcorn and putting it on the pan they've been keeping on the stove.

"Yes, you have. What's going on?" Robin asks, walking to the stove to stand next to Y/N. "You can tell me." This is softer, just as the popcorn begins to pop.

"It's nothing, Rob." Y/N sighs.

"Are you sure? Because I don't want to make you uncomfortable when you come here but I just want you to hang out. And I thought you wanted me to try and set you up with Steve, but you haven't even looked at him all night despite the fact that you're sitting right next to each other." Robin talks it out, and she's getting closer to the truth. The popcorn is done, so Y/N takes it off the hot stove and puts it on a pot holder, but neither of them leave.

"Steve liked Nancy." Y/N says, not able to face Robin. She can only look at the back tile above the stove. "And he liked you. So he clearly has a type." She looks to the side that Robin isn't on, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"Y/N," Robin puts a hand on her shoulder.

"He likes roses. He likes the skinny, perfect hair, perfect body, perfect face. And that is not me. I am not a rose." She takes a deep breath, wiping her face and preparing to leave.

"I hate roses." Steve says from behind her, and Y/N jumps. She turns, and he's standing there with wide eyes that pull at her heart.

"Steve," She didn't want him to hear any of that, but he clearly heart at least the last part.

"When you first showed up here, I called Robin that night to ask if I had a chance with you." Steve admits, and Y/N parts her lips in surprise. She turns to her friend.

"You never told me that." She whispers, and Robin has a sly smile on her face.

"I knew you guys would find your way to each other." She grabs the popcorn and leaves Y/N and Steve to their conversation.

"I'm not the same guy I was in high school. And I know the rumors that went around, and some of them were true. But I'm more mature now, and I really like you." He admits, making Y/N's cheeks heat up. "I've been waiting for you to come to movie night again so I could ask you out. Robin wouldn't give me any of your information because she said I had to do it on my own." Steve steps closer, and Y/N has to take a shuddering breath.

"Sorry," Y/N says, and Steve shakes his head as he moves some hair out of her eyes.

"Don't apologize." He whispers, then grabs her hand. "So, would you like to go on a date with me?" He asks, and she smiles.

"Yes." She whispers, nodding slowly. He smiled.

"And by the way," He says as they walk back into the room. "I find you very, very attractive." She can feel the heat all the way down her chest, but she lets him lead her into the living room and to the couch. She even lets him cuddle her through the movie, even while his friends tease him.

She's never felt more beautiful.

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