#and sees that peach has been captured too which is a whole new fun wave of horror that he didn't know about

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Just Beyond My Reach, There's Someone Reaching Back For Me (speculative mario movie fic, mario & luigi centric, around 3600 words.)

[OK SO i literally could not stop thinking about this post in the mario movie tag from last week, which turned into me trying to write out my thoughts about how the scenario could unfold, which then turned into me writing a full-fledged fanfic that's over 3,000 words long??? I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. I've truly lost my common sense, but I just felt like I HAD to get this out before the movie arrives and their reunion is nothing like this in any way whatsoever.

This is a speculative fic of just one possible scenario out of millions, no actual spoilers; i'm working off info we've seen in the trailers/TV spots/promotions/etc, and all the characterization is based off those too, so it might ultimately be off-base. Please don't @ me after the movie comes out and get on my case about details being wrong! I AM IN THE PAST (and jealous of you in the future for having already seen it).

I present to you: A Version Of Mario & Luigi's Reunion in the Mario Movie That Would Cause Me Irreparable Psychic Damage.]

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Mario hears him first. He would know that panicked yelp anywhere. 

By that point, he’s lost count of how many of Bowser’s minions he’s tried to interrogate as he fights his way through the airship. There’s so much shouting and clanging all around him, and his voice hurts from yelling loud enough to be heard over it, but he can’t stop. “Where do you keep prisoners? Have you seen someone who looks like me — but tall, skinny, and green? If you take me to him, I’ll go easy on ya, I swear—” 

it’s hard to tell if they’re just refusing to answer him, genuinely don’t know any useful information, or can’t actually communicate in a way he understands — probably some in each column. But he’s about to grab another angry Koopa by the shell and try again when there’s a commotion far off in the distance. The yell that echoes out to him is faint, but it tugs hard at Mario like a rope tied around his middle. Something from his memories, the nightmares he’s been having this whole adventure that he hasn’t told Peach and Toad about. Something instantly, certainly familiar to him in a way that few things are. 

His heart is suddenly lodged in his throat. He barrels his way past the troops and the Kongs fighting them, moving fast towards it.

The area of the airship he’s in starts to slope down further ahead, surrounding a huge open space that, judging by the flickering embers in the air and heavy heat that’s got him sweating through his shirt already, has a whole bunch of lava simmering at the bottom. On the other side of the chasm, there are a whole group of what look like angry blue penguins beating down some feisty stacks of Goombas with their bare flippers. There’s also what impossibly looks like a star, with a face and everything, beaming bright and doing twirling cartwheels in the air, giggling at the carnage underneath. And behind all that, he can see—

Mario reacts without having to think. He jolts forward against the railing, reaches a hand out, and yells as loud as he can. “LUIGI!” 

He can only see glimpses of his overalls and green hat at first amidst all the other chaos, but then pieces of the ongoing fight tumble further to either side, giving a clear view. Mario watches wide-eyed as his brother frantically swats away Goombas, shrieking and flailing his arm furiously when one snags some teeth through his sleeve until it comes loose. He looks terrified and a little queasy, but also very determined, even jumping in to help when one of the penguins gets pinned down. They seem to be working together. 

Luigi is here. He’s really here, alive and fighting and still in one piece. Mario isn’t too late. It feels like a 20 pound weight’s suddenly gone from his back that he hadn't even realized he was carrying around.

His yell is half-drowned out by the chaos, but Luigi’s head still snaps up, eyes wide and stricken and bright with recognition. “Mario?” He cries out, his voice cracking badly. He kicks another Goomba away and then starts spinning, searching the surrounding area with increasing desperation. “Mario!?” 

“Over here!” Mario wishes he had another raccoon powerup so he could just fly across the gap and reach him right then and there. He has to settle for taking off his cap and waving it in the air like a flag. “Luigi! Over here!” 

Finally, their eyes meet across the gorge. It’s not necessary at that point, but Luigi still tears off his own hat and starts flailing it around too overhead, as if just to make absolutely sure his brother knows where he is. “MARIO!” He shouts, his tired face instantly transforming into a relieved, overjoyed smile. 

“Are you okay!?” 

“Y-Yeah! I mean, define “okay,” but I, I'm not hurt or anything like — wait, how did you get here!? We’re way up in the air!”

Mario’s face already hurts from how wide he’s grinning. “Not anymore! And whaddya mean? What do ya think I’ve been doing all this time? Looking for you! You don’t think I could find you wherever you are, even if it’s a million miles in the air? Give your big bro some credit, eh?” 

A laugh bursts out of Luigi, surprised and shaky. Mario has missed that sound so much. “Right, right. I did think…I mean, I hoped, or…” His brother shakes his head, his voice failing him. He lets out a deep breath, so deep that it’s almost like he’s been holding it in ever since they were separated, still smiling like the sun. “I knew you would. Mario, you — look out!” 

Mario turns just as a hammer goes whizzing past his ear, tumbling down into the lava pit. He dodges the next one more capably and then catches the third one that comes his way. In one smooth, lightning-quick motion, he throws it back at the attacking Hammer Bro, nailing him in the face and knocking him out cold.

“Whoa!” He turns back to see Luigi staring with his mouth agape. “When did you learn how to do that?”

“It's kinda a long story!” There will be plenty of time to get into all the details about his adventure when he’s gotten Luigi safely out of an active warzone.  “What about you? I thought you were a prisoner here!” 

“I am! Or I was, I guess! We — me, and the penguins, and Lumalee,” he gestures wearily up overhead, where the blue star-thing is idly playing with a pinwheel that it somehow conjured out of thin air, “and the others — we broke out! We, ah, we’ve been trying to find a way outta here ever since, but this place is a maze and we need some kind of hot air balloon or one of those floating clown-car thingies to even get away in the first place, and—”

“Spinies at four o’clock!” One of the penguins shouts, at the same time that Mario yells “Luigi, on your left!”

Luigi jolts at the sight of the three spiky, spinning shells approaching fast. He jumps high enough to leapfrog right over them all, causing them to ricochet off the wall unexpectedly and careen off the side straight into the deep pit. 

“Nice, Weegie!” Mario cheers. “You always were the better jumper.” 

“Keep your head in the fight, soldier!” One specific penguin calls out to Luigi. He’s wearing a very fancy gold crown — probably their king? “We’re not done here yet!” 

“I know, I know, but look!” Luigi gestures excitedly across the chasm. “My brother’s here! He made it!”

“Good show! If he’s as brave as you said, he can help us beat back these dastardly troops once and for all! We’ll all see the light of day again soon!”

The rest of the penguins cheer, thrusting their flippers victoriously into the air, and then let out a wave of new, guttural battle cries. The Penguin King smiles over at Mario and salutes him before rejoining the fray. There are more of Bowser’s minions crowding the walkways on both sides, Mario realizes with a newfound wave of worry. He needs to get to Luigi now. 

“Stay right there!” He calls, starting to run alongside the railing. “Don’t move! I’m coming!”

“Are you kidding!? Wait!” Luigi starts running too, mirroring Mario. “I can meet you faster this way!” 

Mario laughs. “If you can keep up with me!” 

“You’re on!”

The road ahead of him is pure chaos, filled with attacking enemies and whooping Kongs and weapons flying every which way, but Mario runs. He runs until his heart burns, dodging and weaving, almost tripping here and there because he can’t stop looking over the gap to make sure Luigi’s still there on the other side, stumbling his way through his own gauntlet. The two areas are winding closer together, slowly but surely. They must meet somewhere. He’ll find it. He has to.

“Hey, Luigi!” He yells, breathless and happy. “Remember when we were fixing Mrs. McGrady’s sink a couple weeks ago and talking about the future? Did you imagine it’d be anything like this?” 

“Whaddya think!?” Luigi shouts back jokingly. “I-I mean, I imagined people being mad at us, but those were customers. There was definitely a lot less lava, and magic, and crazy green pipes that send you to places from your literal nightmares!” He laughs, which swiftly turns into a yelp when he has to dodge away from a red Koopa. The next words come out thicker, almost strained. “Mario, you, you’re really here, you — I missed you, I…”

Even with the distance and the distracting noise and the heavy breathing, Mario can hear the familiar tearing in his brother’s voice, and it pushes him to run faster. Luigi is so much braver than many people in their life have given him credit for, but he has a breaking point, and Mario can recognize it like the back of his own hand. Heck, he could use a good cry right about now too. They're so close. Just a little further.

He’s never been the biggest hugger — that title belongs squarely to Luigi, who always holds on a little too long, especially when Mario protests, swinging him up into the air until Mario has to grab him in a headlock and wrestle him down, both of them laughing by then — but he genuinely doesn’t know how he’s ever going to let go of his brother again once he’s within arm’s reach. 

“I missed you too! Every day!” He calls out, and if his voice cracks, well, that’s okay. “Hold on! It’s gotta be just up ahead!” There’s a solid wall coming up where they won’t be able to see each other across the way any longer, but the sharp curve of it looks extremely promising. “I’ll meet you on the other side!” 

“Okay!” 

The wall comes between them. Mario's finally in the clear, having left all the attackers in the dust. His legs and chest hurt, but it doesn’t matter. He's about to get his brother back. He feels invincible, unstoppable.

“I told you, bro!” He can’t hear Luigi at all any longer, but he shouts anyway, hoping the words reach him.  “Even if it didn’t turn out like we thought, it’s all gonna be okay! This is crazy stuff, but as long as we're—” 

Mario turns the corner and skids to a sharp stop. The words die in his throat, turning to ash.

Bowser is in front of him. 

The King of the Koopas nearly fills the entire space wall-to-wall, hulking and monstrous, even bigger than what Mario imagined. He breathes out an angry, deep growl that prickles at Mario’s skin, star-bright embers scattering in the air, the smell of burning getting stronger and stronger. But none of that is what Mario is focusing on. He’s frozen in place at the sight of Luigi, wriggling in one of Bowser’s gripped hands. A thick, scaly finger is coiled tight over his brother’s mouth too, keeping him from making any noise besides a variety of muffled, panicked sounds. 

“Thought you didn’t know him, Greenie,” Bowser says in a low voice to Luigi. “Wasn’t that what you said? Boy, you wouldn’t like what I usually do to liars. It involves fire — a lot of it.” His rows of sharp teeth part, just enough for a big exhale, tinged with molten heat. Luigi cringes, turning his head away as far as he can manage. He’s trembling. “But lucky for you, turns out you’re not entirely useless.”

It takes a moment for Mario to come back into his body, remember how to move and think. But slowly, his hands ball into fists. A voice erupts out of him that barely sounds like his own, grave and angry, angrier than he’s ever been in his life. 

“I’m only gonna say this once, ya overgrown turtle,” he says, shifting his footing into a fighting stance. “Let my brother go now.” 

Bowser looks down at him with a derisive sort of amusement for a long moment before laughing outright. "Give me a break, shortie! You’re even punier in person — 50 of you couldn't stop me. But that hasn’t stopped you from trying, has it? You and your little friends  — your pathetic excuse for an “army,” if that’s what you want to call it. But that all ends now.” 

As if on cue, Mario hears DK and a few other Kongs turn the corner, whooping and hollering, only to pause too at the sight of Bowser. “Let’s get ‘em! He can't take us all at once!” Someone says, and there’s a rush of new movement behind Mario. Bowser turns Luigi in his hand, holding him out a little closer to Mario with a shake of the wrist — a taunt. One of his claws pulls up just a little from the rest, the sharp tip arched and pressed lightly to his brother’s neck. The implication is clear. 

“Stop!” Mario shouts, half-strangled. He must sound serious enough that DK yells “hang on, hang on!” to his brethren, grabbing them with both arms and holding them back from attacking. On Bowser's other side, Mario can see the penguins watching what’s unfolding too with wide eyes. Even all the minions in the area have gone still, weapons lowered, waiting to see what Bowser does before making their next move. The space is suddenly quiet. 

The claw finally relaxes again. Luigi’s eyes are very wide, and there are tears on his face as he stares at Mario. He tries to say something, the sound of it hopelessly muffled against Bowser’s hand — an apology, or a plea, or simply Mario’s name. 

Mario is shaking. He grits his teeth hard, desperately tries to hold himself steady again. He hopes Bowser can’t see it — but there’s a gleam in the King’s eyes, and it couldn’t be any clearer that he does. 

“Do you know how long I worked on this plan?” Bowser says, his tone softer, more thoughtful all of a sudden.  “Orchestrating these invasions, gathering forces far and wide to serve me, taking the almighty power star for myself. I’ve wanted this for years!” His wide mouth curves up, plainly wicked and self-satisfied. “And now here I am, about to rule the world like I deserve, and a couple of useless, pipsqueak plumbers from who-knows-where think they’re just gonna waltz right in and ruin it for me.” Bowser chuckles to himself. It’s a dangerous, sharp-edged sound, echoing on and on. “Ain’t that a laugh, Mario?” 

Mario doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even know if he’s breathing any longer. All he can do is glare.

Bowser shrugs. The large fingers on his occupied hand flex ever so slightly, a slow, malicious ripple of movement, all the scales glinting in a wave. “You’re less fun than I thought you’d be,” he says gruffly. "What does the princess even see in you? A tiny little killjoy who loves ruining things for others. Guess it’s only fair I ruin something of yours to make us even."

There’s no further warning or fanfare. In one brutal motion, Bowser crushes his grip tighter around Luigi. His brother’s mouth is still covered, but the way he cries out is starkly, unmistakably pained. 

Mario’s vision floods with red. Something inside of him, the patient, careful part that was still desperately clinging to one last scrap of self-control, snaps cleanly in two. He runs at Bowser full-speed, fist cocked back, teeth bared. 

“I said LET HIM GO!” 

He doesn’t make it there. Bowser, grinning outright, moves so much faster than Mario would have ever guessed he could. He spins, and his tail comes out of nowhere. The impact is like an oncoming train, catapulting Mario into the nearby wall with a sickening crack.

There’s a horrible ringing sound in his ears. His head hurts. He hears Bowser laugh, followed by a roar and a burst of fire breath, awful-smelling and close enough to singe. There’s a lot of shouting, and panic, and thunderous footsteps, moving in a hurry. He can’t think any longer. Why can’t he think? All that comes to mind is—

(They’re fifteen, hiding in their bedroom with some smuggled bandages and antibiotics from the medicine cabinet because if their mom finds out Mario punched out a kid behind the school, she will LITERALLY murder him. Luigi wraps each bruised knuckle carefully as Mario winces and complains about the stinging ointment. His brother looks angrier than he’s ever seen him before, though, and that makes him quiet again in a hurry.)

“You want him so bad?” Bowser is much further away, his voice a distant rumble over the flickering flames. Get up, Mario tells himself. He’s gasping, struggling to push himself back up with useless, trembling hands. His legs feel numb. Get up! “Then come and get ‘em already!”

(“You never stop and THINK first, y’know?” Luigi shakes his head, badly trying to hide the tears budding under his eyes. “And now you’re hurt, and it’s all my fault, and — and I don’t need you to do stuff like that for me! I can handle it, e-even if you think I can’t!”) 

“Mario!” That’s Luigi, terrified and wheezing, finally able to talk again. An intentional decision by Bowser, no doubt, just to be cruel. Mario can barely hear his brother at all, and the sound of his voice keeps growing fainter. “No! Let go! MARIO!” 

(“What are you even saying? That’s not why I did it at all!” Mario insists, using his uninjured hand to flick Luigi’s nose with a few fingers. His affronted expression at that makes Mario laugh, and the motion quickly turns into them trying to be the first one to swat each other in the face without getting blocked. At least the tears are forgotten, which is what he wanted from the start. “Don’t ya get it? I know you can take care of yourself. But if anyone wants to hurt you, they’re gonna have to go through me first. I’M the big bro, and that’s just how it is forever.”) 

Luigi! 

He’s standing again, even as his body protests every pull and push of the way, even as he’s still struggling to open his eyes. Someone strong and furry offers some extra support on his right side. 

“You okay, man?” Donkey Kong asks. “Geez, that looked like it hurt. Hey, anyone have an extra mushroom?” 

Stars are flashing across his vision, but finally they fade away. There’s a line of fire in front of them like a makeshift barrier, slowly but steadily dying out. Sure enough, Bowser and Luigi are gone. Mario’s heart lurches hard against his ribs.

“Setting a devious trap for sure,” The Penguin King grouses from further away. “Using one’s own flesh and blood! Does that dastardly Koopa’s depravity know no limits?” 

“I’m fine. Never better,” Mario groans. He points past the fire. “He went that way, right?” 

DK blinks, looking a little uneasy. “Uh, yeah, but we should probably regroup first and — hey! Wait a second, you idiot!”

Mario’s already charged full-speed ahead, jumping over the flames. Others yell after him too, saying it's too dangerous, but he’s running anyway, chasing the smell of molten heat, the faint, far-off echoes of yelling that feel like pinpricks in his lungs. 

He knows it’s a trap. He knows. He just doesn’t care.

He already let Luigi literally slip through his hands once before. Heck, he isn’t sure if he’ll ever be able to forgive himself for that alone. No matter where he has to go, who he has to fight, how much abuse he has to take, he's getting Luigi back right now, and he's gonna pound that overgrown bully's face until he regrets every life decision that led to him daring to hurt Mario's little brother.

It can't be too late. He can't have screwed this up again. He'll do anything. Even if...

The feeling of something on his cap startles him out of the thought — the softest boop-boop-boop, like someone very small is bouncing on it. He assumes he’s just imagining things until the blue star-thing (Lumalee?) floats down further, easily keeping up with his top speed, humming what sounds like a lullaby. Mario gawks in its direction. 

“The biggest sacrifices are often the ones that burn the brightest, out in space,” it says, bright and sing-song. “Did you know that?”

“What are you even talking about!?” Mario yells. “Sorry, but I’m a little busy here!” 

It’s unbothered by that, twirling close enough to give his mustache a little, playful poke. “Not existing any longer is natural, inevitable. We all go into the light someday.” The way it’s staring at Mario is unnerving, as though this little, creepy star knows exactly what he was just thinking about. “You look scared of that. Are you?” 

Mario swallows thickly. 

“No,” he says. “If that’s the only way, then…” His eyes are burning at the edges, just a little. “If the people I love are safe, then it doesn’t matter what happens to me.”

Lumalee smiles a dreamy, thoughtful smile.

“Oh,” it sighs, little more than a breath. “This is going to be so much fun.” 

And then it floats away. 

Mario doesn’t have time to stop and wonder what that was all about. He throws himself deeper and deeper into the airship, even when a heavy metal gate slams down behind him to separate him from the others, even when the slabs of rock under his feet sink down into the lava from the weight and don’t resurface, erasing any way out. Mario thinks of his training, of Princess Peach and Toad cheering him on, of the exhilaration and hope he felt looking out over the Rainbow Road, of Luigi smiling in the warp zone right before they were ripped apart. He steels himself for what’s coming next.

Further ahead, he hears his brother call out for him.

Mario runs.

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These Things Do Happen - Kim Doyoung Smut

Hi guys!! Its Admin Daisy here. (Like our new names?) I know admin Peaches said that I would be writing a Leo smut, I was feeling Doyoung a lot more lol. She is currently working on her smut (Will it be Yuta? Will it be Youngk? Find out soon!) I was really struggling with writing this because I have never written smut before. I hope I did okay, please send any constructive criticism you have, I appreciate any help I can get lol. 

Rating is 16+ as it is very graphic, but I mean, I can’t really stop anyone from reading it, so be warned. ALSO it does have Dom/sub undertones as that’s what I’m into, so please, if you’re not into that, be warned. Good luck and enjoy!

♥♥♥ Admin Daisy

The bumping of the bass, the mass of bodies pressed together, and the short skirt your friend made you wear were all things that were raining on your mood. Somehow, your best friends convinced you that going to a new night club would be fun. At first it was, but then they separated into the crowd to dance with random people. Which is fine, but not something you were interested in doing. And if you weren’t tonight’s designated driver, you’d have gone home already. Instead, you’re sitting on a cracked leather bar stool sipping sprite through a thin black straw.

Pushing the sleeve of the pink fur coat you were wearing back over your shoulder for the umpteenth time in the last hour, you pull out your phone and sigh when you realize that the time has been dragging on and it wasn’t even close to the agreed upon time to go home. The seat next to you creaked as someone sat on it, and a husky voice called out for the bartender. Glancing over with vague interest, you scan the figure of the man next to you. He’s clad in a white tshirt and black skinny jeans with holes in the knee. His head is tilted down, long fingers are playing with a peanut shell from the bowl on the counter. It’s not yours and you have no idea where it came from, but there were several shells torn apart sitting on a napkin next to it, so it had to have been there for a while. Your eyes roam his face as he concentrates on his task. His eyelashes are long and his nose and jaw were strong, despite his face as a whole seeming soft. His black hair was styled and pushed back, the pink and purple lights danced against the tresses in a way that was almost romantic. Almost because the song was about bodies caressing and breath intermingling in hot, heady waves.

“You like what you see?” His voice was laced with amusement but you couldn’t see his expression from your current perspective.

“Maybe,” You shrugged, your gaze shifted from the man next to you back to the crowd and your brought the straw to your lips and took a sip of your drink. “Lots of people here tonight, it’s hard not to see something you like.”

“Well, I certainly see something I like. How about we go dance and see if I can figure out what exactly is catching your attention.” You turned to like at him only to see he was completely facing you. His hair, though mostly black, actually had blue in it. The whole look was more attractive than you had initially thought.

“What’s your name?” You took another sip of your drink, noticing his eyes narrowing on your lips.

“Doyoung.” His eyes snapped back up to yours. “And yours?”

“Y/N.” You set your glass on the bar and stood up, “Let’s go, Doyoung.” The name tasted delicious on tongue.

The two of you wandered to the dance floor, Doyoung’s large frame pushing through the crowd until you reached somewhere further in the center. Large hands wrapped around your waist and you swing your hips in time to the music. Despite the swarm of bodies surrounding you, your focus was on the man behind you. You danced like that for a few songs before his hands started to move, one hand moving delicately across your abdomen while the other move to pull your hair to one side. His head moved into the crook of your neck, his breath coming out hot. A shiver danced up your spine as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder, now exposed by your jacket falling off your shoulder. Your head fell back when his hot tongue licked a strip from your neck to your ear before nibbling on your earlobe. Eventually your hips swaying brought your attention to the fact that you were not the only one aroused. The thought had your core throb in want, Doyoung nips at your jaw, eliciting a small moan from you.

“Come on baby girl, through the crowd as discreetly as possible. Don’t want others to notice how hot you look for me.” His hand slid towards the hem of your skirt, his fingers dragging softly against your thigh before slipping under the hem. His lips captured yours, swallowing your gasp when he caresses you through your panties. “Already wet for me baby?” His words were pressed against your mouth as you panted. You squirmed a little when he started rubbing a little harder. His hand came up to your throat and settled there gently.

“Doyoung.” Your voice came out in a breathy moan.Doyoung kissed you again before nipping at your jaw and slowly sucking down until he reached the crook of your shoulder. He nipped again, harder this time as his fingers slipped into your underwear. You moaned again, louder this time. If you weren’t blissed out, you’d have been embarrassed. Nipping and sucking on your throat, he stroked your clit. Moving back up to your mouth, he kissed you right as he slipped his middle finger in your pussy, thumb still massaging your clit. Your moans were swallowed by his mouth and he used the opportunity to push his tongue in your mouth. As he continued, you could feel your core heat up more as your orgasm came. Moaning into his mouth, you grasped onto the arm still wrapped around you as your legs shook with the weight of your orgasm.

Doyoung pulled his fingers out adjusted your skirt before turning you around. Looking straight into your eyes, he put his fingers to your lips. Obediently, you sucked his middle and pointer fingers into your mouth.

‘Good girl.” He said, dark eyes focused on your mouth. Deciding he was satisfied with your cleaning, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and leaned in to kiss you again. “Lets go,” His voice was rough with lust, the sound went right to your core. He turned you around and wrapped one hand around your waist while he pulled you through the crowd until you reached the bathrooms. Pushing the door open and slipping inside, you leaned against the wall and took a moment to catch your breath while he checked the stalls. Looking at him in better light had you realising he was even more handsome than you previously thought and significantly taller than you. But no so much taller that the height difference was disconcerting. You watched has his fingers deftly twisted the lock on the door before turning to you.

Doyoung’s eyes ran hotly over you frame before he sauntered over to you. He twisted one hand in your hair and pulled you in for a heated kiss. His other hand was gripping your thigh and pulling your leg around his waist. “You have no idea how bad I want you right now.” You whimpered as his clothed erection rubbed against your core. His hand drifted from your thigh to push your skirt up, deft hands ripped your panties off and tossed them away before pressing his thumb to your clit again. “Such a good baby girl for me.” He murmured in your ear as you moaned at his touch.

“Please.” You whimpered, wanting him to hurry and fill you up.

“Please what?” He stroked harder.

“Please fu-” He slipped a finger in you again and nipped at your ear lobe. “Fuck me. Please.” You words came out in whimpers as you asked for what you wanted.

“As you wish.” He pulled his hand out of your hair and reached for his pants, undoing the button and zipper and pushing his pants and underwear down a little before pulling his cock out and stroking it, thumb working to spread the precum around. The tip was purple and his length was impressive. The size of it had your mouth watering, and in different circumstances you might have asked if you could suck it, but at this moment all you wanted was his length stretching and filling you. Doyoung pulled his fingers out of you, and you whimpered at the loss. He didn’t leave you wanting for long, however. He kissed you deeply before biting your lip and pulling back. He lined the head up to your entrance and slipped the head in before looking at you and smirking. You were about to ask for more but were interrupted when he gripped both of your thighs and lifted them, causing you to sink onto his cock. His arm veins rippled as he held onto you and both of you moaned when you were fully seated.

Barely having time to adjust before he was sinking his cock in and out of you, pulling out to the tip and then pushing fully into you at a harsh pace. One of his hands let go of your thigh, only to tangle in your hair and pull so your neck was exposed. You moaned as he sucked marks into the sensitive flesh of you neck and thrusted quickly and hard into you. When your orgasm hit again, your moan was long and drawn out. Doyoung continued to pound into you until his orgasm hit too, his cum hot inside of you. He kept himself inside of you as you came down from your highs.

Doyoung lifted you up and moved you over to the wall closer to the sink, his length moving inside you. You shook with the aftershocks and draped over him tiredly. He whispered sweet words to you as he wet a paper towel and pulled out. He wiped the paper towel over himself and then softly over your areas to clean up the leftover mess. After checking to see if you’re okay, he stand you up and pulls your skirt down, a small frown on his beautiful mouth.

“Come with me.” His voice was authoritative and you followed obediently behind him, hand in his. As you walked behind him you noticed that his back pocket had fabric in it. Focusing on it, you realized it was your panties he had ripped off. The realization made you flush. Doyoung stopped at a table filled with jackets and empty beer bottles and glasses. He pulled a grey hoodie from the back of a chair and turned to you. Smiling softly, he pulled the sweater around you and tied the sleeves together. It was big enough it wrapped almost completely around you and covered more of your thighs than before.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly, a little embarrassed. “But how will I be able to give it back to you?” He pursed his lips in thought before brightening and tapping his nose.

“You can give me your number and I can contact you.”

“Okay.” He grabbed a phone off the table and unlocked it, tapping somethings on the screen before handing it to you to put your information in. In the name part he had written “Pretty Y/N.” You smiled and typed you number in before handing his phone back.

“Thank you.” Over his shoulder you saw several of your friends waving to you. “I gotta go, my friends are looking for me.”

“Oh. Maybe we can go for coffee sometime soon?”

“Definitely.”