#bro gripped my chin with their hand

[beeg-bark]

pinning someone down and they're struggling against you and then they hit you with the dom stare, and so you don't really want to let go but you're excited to see what will happen so you loosen your grip a little bit and they say "you're loosening your grip" and you say "yeah i wanted to see what would happen" and they hit you with the "don't let go" with the fucking dom death stare look in your eyes so you have no choice but to obey and then they spend the rest of the time criticising you and making you readjust your grip ughhhhh

[pshaven]

2 MAN ! but it's just you.

cw threesomes w/ heejake & jayhoon, heejake bickering, oral (fem!receiving in heejake & m!receiving in jayhoon), jake is sort of whiny, literally no plot just porn, no clear sub/dom dynamic in heejake's, MEAN dom!sunghoon, softdom!jay, eiffel tower, sunghoon gives u crazy backshots, degradation, praise, tbh not my nastiest work so i think this is it but lmk if i missed smth!

wc 1.8k

HEESEUNG & JAKE

“holy shi–” 

“bro, you’re gaping like a fish outta water. you’re embarrassing me.” 

“wha–?? i am not embarrassing–” 

“either you guys shut up or kiss. or i’m gonna leave,” you grumbled with your legs all spread out for heeseung, your head laying on jake’s thighs. 

“sorry–” “no, i’m sorry. he’s stupid,” heeseung interrupted jake’s apology, rolling his eyes to purposefully provoke jake. heeseung’s thumb swiped over your drooling slit, your panties pushed haphazardly to the side. 

you keen, back arching needily off the bed. jake’s hands trail down your body, large hand splaying across your tummy as he gently pushes you down to keep your hips still. “i am not stupid. i should be the one in between her legs right now. you just won rock paper scissors…” jake pouted, though his focus was more on getting your tits out of your bra.

heeseung easily found your clit, his eyes zeroing in on how your cunt clenches around nothing. a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips despite jake’s words. “so now you’re jealous of my rock paper scissor skills,” he chuckles as he leans down, his face close to your pussy. he licks a stripe up your slit, making you gasp shakily. 

jake scoffed, about to retort when your hands find his bulge, your palm brushing over it. he stifles down a groan, not about to start whimpering in front of his best friend. your hands are busy with finding the waistband of his sweats, dipping underneath the fabric and his boxers to wrap your delicate hand around his shaft.

“look, she’s automatically searching for my cock. not yours,” jake pridefully puffed out his chest. you rolled your eyes dramatically at him, your hands tightening its grip around his dick to make him shut up. 

which, definitely did, a shuddering gasp escaping his plump lips. heeseung doesn’t pay much attention to him, his finger hooking your panties to keep them to the side as he licked fat stripes at your cunt. 

“yeah, but she’s not shoving your cock into her mouth. which means she wants to make pretty noises for me, don’t you, baby?” heeseung retorts, his tongue then dipping past your folds. you mewl, hips bucking against heeseung’s face despite jake’s hand on your tummy. 

heeseung moans into your pussy, your sweet essence coating his chin. he licks and slurps, borderline on desperation. it’s like he’s trying to coax an answer out of you to his question with how his tongue thrusts in and out of you, the lewd wet sounds resounding in your room. 

“c’mon, now you don’t wanna answer me?” heeseung teased, his tongue moving to find your clit. he sucked on the sensitive bud, making you gasp and moan. your legs threaten to close around his head, but his hands are quick to push them apart. 

jake’s hand sneaks down when you don’t pay attention, his thick digits inserting inside of you. your other hand instantly reaches for jake’s forearm in a weak attempt to gain some ground, but he just chuckles at you and starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a deep and relenting pace. 

“wh-what the fuuhh–” you deliriously moan at both of the men’s assault on your cunt. your hand starts to try and stroke jake’s cock, but you already feel so overstimulated from both of their hands and mouths on you. 

jake decides it’s not enough, your wanton moans filling the entire room. he dips his head down, his hand leaving your torso to tilt your chin up, kissing you. your moans becoming muffled and whiny, jake’s tongue invading your mouth as heeseung’s tongue plays with your clit. 

both men groan at the sight of your pleasure. heeseung watches you with low-lidded eyes, his tongue pressing more pressure to flick and lick at your sensitive nub out of jealousy from seeing you moan breathlessly into jake’s mouth. 

you pull away to catch your breath, feeling like all the air has been punched out of your lungs. jake’s fingers speed up, feeling you clench and tighten around his digits. “woah, someone’s cumming pretty fast this time, huh?” he taunts, nudging your nose with his as he keeps your face tilted up to look at him. you nod weakly. your thighs start to tense, the coil building up in your stomach making your moans pick up in pitch. heeseung sucks particularly hard on your clit, his teeth grazing softly against it. 

“ngh– y-you can’t– oh my fuck!” you squeal, jake’s chuckle in amusement like background noise as you cum around his digit’s and heeseung’s tongue. 

heeseung is relentless as he works you through your orgasm, his lips seemingly not wanting to detach from you. your hand shakily reaches out, pushing heeseung’s head away and he reluctantly pulls away with a wet pop. 

jake slowly slips his fingers out of you, instantly finding a place inside his mouth as he sucks your juices off. he groans lowly at your taste, and you can feel his cock twitch in your hand.

“okay so can we switch places already?” jake complains, his voice teetering on a whine. 

heeseung’s nose crinkles, clearly not wanting to switch– he wants to stay in between your legs forever. “one more rock paper scissors?” he attempts, knowing that jake always loved a gamble outside of the bed.“hell no! switch right the fuck now.”

SUNGHOON & JAY

“suck his cock better, babe. he’s not nearly loud enough compared to last week,” sunghoon taunts you, his thighs slapping against the fat of your ass. he has his hand pressed against your back into a mean arch, his other hand tangled in your hair into a makeshift ponytail. 

you whine in protest, your body lurching forward with every mean thrust sunghoon gives you. jay cups your face with a hand, his thumb swiping against your cheek. “it’s okay, you’re doing so good for me, angel,” he coos, swiping the tip of his cock against your lips.

sunghoon wants to roll his eyes at jay’s sweetness, but he knows you love it– the back and forth. the mean and the sweet, like the angel and the devil on your shoulders. and god, did sunghoon love to be mean with you. 

“seriously? she’s not even trying to open her mouth,” sunghoon tsked in faux irritation. he leans forward, his chest pressing against your back as his hand grabs your chin. he forces your mouth to part, his hand in your hair bringing your face closer to jay’s awaiting cock. 

your lips instinctively wrap around jay’s dick, tongue pressing against his tip to swipe up his precum. jay curses breathlessly, his head tilted back against the headboard as he just relishes your mouth wrapped around him. 

sunghoon smirks, softly slapping the side of your cheek in mock approval. “there we go. see, now that wasn’t so hard. instead you just wanna keep whining like a whore ‘cause i’m too deep in you,” he scoffs, a deep, guttural groan following as your cunt gushes around him from his words. 

sunghoon presses a hot kiss against your ear, making you shudder and moan around jay’s cock. jay splays a hand in your hair alongside’s sunghoon’s mean grip. he guides your head further down, a choked groan leaving jay’s lips. “fuckk, sucking me down like th-that…” his breath hitches, caught in his throat as he resists the urge to thrust up into your mouth. but your moans from sunghoon’s harsh thrusts are enough to stimulate him. 

“yeah, i think our dirty girl wants a filling in both holes,” sunghoon adds on, his breath hot and ticklish against your ear. you whine again, but both men know that this time it was in agreement instead of protest. 

jay chuckles at your neediness, his cock twitching inside your mouth. “mhmm, you want it? want my cum down your throat? ah shiitt, you’re s-so fuckin’ hot,” he moans, his voice raspy with pleasure. 

a low growl erupts from sunghoon’s throat, straightening his back so he can admire the view of your pussy sucking him in. his hands leave your hair and your chin, going to grip the fat of your ass. he spreads your cheeks, watching his thick cock sink into you and stretch with every thrust.

he chuckles in amusement and lust, shaking his head. “fuck, look at this pussy gush around me, my god,” he groans, delivering a sharp smack to your ass. 

you keen, back arching even more from the impact. you take jay deeper down your throat while sunghoon dips a hand under you, two fingers drawing circles on your clit. 

you moan and gargle around jay’s cock as the stimulation of sunghoon’s fingers start to get too much. jay’s hand is quick to cup your cheek again, soothing you with soft shushes and a kiss to your forehead. “you’re okay,” he comforts you, “you wanna cum for us, don’t you? wanna be our good girl and cum,” he moans as your cheeks hallow, sucking him in as your tongue drags along his shaft. 

the slap of skin against skin resounds around the room from sunghoon’s thrusts. he gets increasingly sloppy, feeling his impending release. his fingers speed up, pinching your clit and toying with it. 

“i know you wanna cum,” sunghoon taunts you again in between groans and growls, his abdomen tightening as he tries to hold back his release until you cum first. with a sharp pinch to your clit, you twitch and gush around him, cumming as you moan around jay’s dick. 

“yess, oh fuckk, look at youuu…” sunghoon drawls with a deep chuckle. his thrusts speed up despite your worked-out cunt, chasing his release. “you can take it, i know you can. jus’ take it,” he groans, now starting to ramble mindlessly as he feels his cock throb inside of you.

with a grunt and a loud moan, jay cums inside your mouth from your loud moans vibrating against him. “o-oh shitt, i’m cumming, angel. fuck! ah– keep it in there f-for me, alright?” 

you feel tears start to water in your eyes from the overstimulation of sunghoon’s relentless thrusts and the cum filling up in your mouth. jay pulls out, softly caressing your face to calm you down. it does little to ground you, with how sunghoon’s cock bullies your cervix that makes you want to cry out.

sunghoon suddenly pulls out, his hand splaying against your back to get you to arch prettily for him again. he cums over your ass and back with a low moan and breathless pants, his other hand stroking his cock to get the last drops of cum out. 

“fuck, wow, get me my phone. i need a fuckin’ pic of this,” sunghoon pants, nodding his head towards the edge of the bed. 

jay rolls his eyes, his thumb still brushing over your cheek as you catch your breath. “no. now shut up and clean her up.”

[lupinqs]

RIVAL ━━ paige bueckers x notre dame!reader

☆ ━ summary: you and paige have been rivals—and a little more—for as long as you can remember.

☆ ━ word count: 8.0K

☆ ━ warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, oral (p receiving), fingering (r receiving), scissoring

☆ ━ links: my masterlist, inspired by this req

☆ ━ author’s note: bro im aware this was requested months ago mb. also this ain’t proofread so sorry abt that

THE CROWD is on its feet, the roar of Purcell Pavilion echoing like a thunder lap as the final seconds wind down. You stand at the top of the key, dribbling the ball slowly, deliberately, letting the clock bleed out. The scoreboard burns bright above you—79-68—an eleven-point win over UConn. Over her.

Your grin comes easy, the kind of unfiltered satisfaction that only comes from beating someone who brings out the worst—and best—in you. Sonia’s on you in a second, arm slung around your neck as she shakes you by the shoulders. “Three straight, baby!” she yells over the deafening noise, her laughter wild and bright.

You can’t help but laugh with her, your chest still heaving, lungs burning from forty relentless minutes of pure ball. But the ache is worth it. Wins like this always are.

Your teammates are already flooding the court, celebrating the win like it’s the last one they’ll ever get. Coaches clap backs, players smack palms, and there’s a hum of pride rolling through the group. But your eyes, despite everything else, sweep the UConn bench, finding her almost instinctively.

Paige.

She’s standing near half court, hands on her hips, jaw set tight. Her expression is unreadable from this distance—frustration masked with something colder, more controlled. The scoreboard’s glare reflects in her eyes, a harsh reminder of what she’s leaving with tonight.

You can’t help it—you smirk to yourself, just a little. Wins like this always feel good, but they feel so much better when they come at Paige Bueckers’ expense.

The handshake line forms, a conga line of sportsmanship stitched together by half-hearted mumbles of “good game” and fleeting eye contact. You shuffle into place, still riding the adrenaline high of a big win, but as the line inches closer to Paige, you feel your focus narrow, the noise dulling into a low hum.

When it’s finally her, you straighten instinctively, your chin lifting just slightly. Paige doesn’t say anything at first—she just looks at you, blue eyes sharp and unblinking, mouth pressed into a thin line. She looks pissed. She’s always a little pissed when you win, and, if you’re being honest, that might be your favorite version of her.

“Good game,” you offer, your voice low, casual, just for her.

Her hand grips yours harder than it probably needs to, fingers curling tight around your palm. “Yeah,” she says, curt, her tone clipped in that way it always is after a loss.

There’s a pause—half a second at most, but it stretches, full of something heavy and unspoken. Paige’s gaze flicks to yours, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you. The crowd fades, your teammates are ghosts in the corner of your vision, and the scoreboard’s garish glow feels a mile away.

You don’t say anything else, but you tilt your chin in a subtle nod, just enough to let her know you understand. That you’ll see her later. That, like always, this isn’t over.

Her eyes harden slightly—defiance, maybe, or something close to it—but she doesn’t let go right away. Not until the moment lingers long enough to be noticed.

When she finally does release your hand, Paige moves on, the line pulling her away, but you don’t miss the way her shoulders are still stiff, the way she walks off the court like she has something to prove.

She always does.

You stay there for a moment longer than you probably should, watching as she disappears into the tunnel, before Sonia’s voice yanks you back to the present.

“Yo, you good?” she asks, nudging your shoulder. “You spacing out on me, or what?”

You blink, pulling your focus back to her with a quick shake of your head. “Yeah, I’m good Just—” You exhale sharply, cracking another grin. “I just love beating them.”

Sonia laughs loudly, her voice echoing in the arena as the last of the fans begin to filter out. “You’re so insufferable.”

“Yeah,” you agree, slinging your arm around her shoulders as you head for the locker room. “I know.”

But the truth is, there’s only one person you love beating more than anyone else.

And you know she’ll make you pay for it later.

YOU’VE KNOWN Paige Bueckers for years, long before the media darling and All-American titles. Before the NCAA Tournaments, the SportsCenter highlights, the endless headlines that crowned her the future of women’s basketball.

Back then, it was just Hopkins and Wayzata.

Two high schools. Two teams. Two players who hated each other’s guts.

Everyone in the Minneapolis area knew the rivalry. Hopkins was a powerhouse, an unstoppable juggernaut led by Paige, the prodigy who’d been making headlines since middle school. You, on the other hand, played for Wayzata—a damn good team in its own right, but always the underdog. And you? You were the underdog that refused to back down.

You didn’t like Paige. Paige didn’t like you.

At least, that’s what you told yourselves.

Every time your teams faced off, it was war. Ever loose ball was a fight. Every possession was personal. The two of you went at each other like you were trying to settle something bigger than a basketball game, and the rivalry had anyone who knew Minnesota ball talking.

And yeah, sure, maybe that rivalry bled into other things sometimes. Post-game locker rooms, sideline trash talk, way too much adrenaline and pent-up frustration. You’d run into each other at some after-party, fresh off a loss or a win, and before you knew it, you’d be toe-to-toe again—snapping at each other, trying to prove something neither of you could articulate.

Sometimes, those arguments ended in a little more than words.

You don’t let yourself think about those nights often, but they happened. You against a wall, her pressed close, teeth grazing lips. Too much energy, too much anger, too much of everything. Paige always made you feel like you were on the edge of something sharp, like one wrong move would send you both tumbling over.

But then she graduated. Went to Connecticut.

And you were still stuck in high school, forced to watch as she became exactly what everyone said she would: the superstar, the golden child, the future. While you were still clawing your way out, Paige was climbing higher. National Freshman of the Year. National Player of the Year. First-Team All-American. All that stupid shit.

By the time you joined Notre Dame as a freshman, she was already Paige Bueckers. You told yourself it didn’t matter. That you didn’t care. That what happened in high school was in the past.

But then you saw her again.

The first time you were meant to play her, in Storrs, you got COVID and restrictions kept you in South Bend. You’d watched on the screen as her knee buckled, though, and you’d sent her a text afterwards. You’re still not sure why you did.

The second time, she was in Indiana, but she wasn’t playing. ACL. You’d won, basking in it, and when you walked into the handshake line and saw her standing there, looking just as pissed as she always does, it all came rushing back.

That night, you ended up in her hotel room.

And it’s been the same ever since.

Which is why you’re here now, glancing at your phone again, double-checking the room number she texted you—just the number, no words, no punctuation, like you’d automatically know what she wanted. And, annoyingly, she was right. You always do.

Two sharp knocks. The sound echoes slightly in the otherwise silent hotel hall.

The pause that follows is long enough to make you shift your weight, suddenly aware of the way your pulse is thrumming in your ears. Then, the lock clicks, and the door swings open, and there she is.

Paige leans one shoulder against the doorframe, her expression unreadable, though the tight set of her jaw betrays her. Her UConn gear has been swapped for a loose white tee and grey sweatpants. Her hair is damp at the edges, curling slightly at the ends, and there’s a faint flush on her cheeks—anger, exhaustion, maybe both.

“Eleven points,” she says, not bothering with a hello. Her voice is low, and you’re not sure whether it’s meant to be an insult or an observation.

You raise an eyebrow, letting your lips pull into a smirk. “We’ve done worse.”

Which you have, last year at her home, in her gym, in front of her fans. It was a good night, to say the least.

But the comment earns you a sharp look, her blue eyes narrowing like she’s trying to decide whether to slam the door in your face. Instead, she exhales sharply through her nose and steps aside, leaving the door open just enough for you to slip inside.

The room is dim, lit only by the muted TV, playing some late-night SportsCenter recap. The air smells faintly like hotel soap and her shampoo, clean and sharp and so unmistakably her. You stand near the desk, leaning casually against it as the door clicks shut behind you.

Paige doesn’t say anything right away, just crosses her arms over her chest and stares at you, her gaze dragging from your shoes to your face, tracking every detail.

“You don’t waste time,” she says finally, the words clipped but not entirely unkind.

“Why would I?” you shoot back, shrugging. “You texted me, remember?”

The corner of her mouth twitches—annoyance, amusement, it’s always hard to tell with her. She takes a step closer, her arms still folded tight against her chest, her stance defensive even as she invades your space.

“You played well tonight,” she mumbles, like the words physically hurt to say.

“Better than you,” you reply instantly, because of course you do.

Her eyes flash, and the tension between you tightens, sharp and immediate. “You think you’re funny?” she asks, her voice soft and dangerous, a stark contrast to the fire in her eyes.

“I know I’m funny,” you tell her, leaning a little further against the desk. “And you know it, too. I mean, why else would you have texted me?”

She scoffs, the sound low, and takes another step closer. “I texted you because I didn’t want to go to bed pissed off.”

“And yet, here we are,” you reply, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Guess that’s what losing does to you.”

It happens faster than you can process. She closes the distance between you in a blink, grabbing the front of your hoodie and pulling you forward until there’s no space left between you. And then you’re backed into the wall before you know it, your breath catching as Paige tilts her head just slightly, lips hovering over yours, hand braced on the surface next to your face.

“You’re so goodman irritating,” she says, voice quieter now but no less biting.

“Yeah,” you mumble back, tilting your jaw up towards her a little. “I know.”

And then her lips are on yours, quick and rough and bruising, like she’s trying to steal the breath from your lungs. It’s not soft, not gentle—nothing with Paige ever is. Her hand finds your throat, not squeezing exactly, but firm enough to make your head tilt back, pressing you harder into the wall. The cool surface dogs into your shoulders, and the air between you is charged with something you don’t know how to name but feel in every nerve of your body.

It’s a fight as much as it is a kiss—messy and unrelenting, both of you trying to claim the upper hand. Her teeth graze your bottom lip, just enough to make you gasp, and she uses the opportunity to deepen the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours in a way that’s both calculated and desperate.

Your hands tangle in her damp hair, pulling harder than you need to, just to get a reaction out of her. She groans against your mouth, low and guttural, and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. You tug again, and she presses into you more, her knee nudging between your legs, her free hand gripping your waist like she’s trying to keep you exactly where she wants you.

But you’re not about to let her win that easily.

You push back, twisting your fingers in her hair to angle her head in the way you want, tongue clashing with hers roughly. Paige won’t have that, though, and responds by pressing her forearm against your collarbone, pinning you harder against the wall. The weight of it makes your chest heave, your pulse pounding beneath her palm where it still rests lightly at your throat.

And then she’s kissing you again, harder this time, like she’s trying to prove a point. Her teeth scrape against your lip once more, and you pull at her hair harshly in retaliation, dragging her closer even as you try to push her away. It’s a constant push and pull, a battle neither of you is ever willing to lose.

Her knee shifts higher, pressing against your clothed clit just enough to make you gasp, and you claw at her, nails digging into the skin of her neck. She pulls back, just slightly, her lips barely brushing against yours as she smirks.

“You need somethin’?” she asks, her voice rough and smug as she pushes her knee further up against you, just enough to give your cunt some friction. Her hand hand slides from your throat to your jaw, tilting your head up.

Your eyes narrow, and you tug her hair harder, forcing her head back so you can capture her lips again. It’s a messy clash of teeth and tongues, and her fingers dig hard against the side of your neck, hard enough that you’re sure it’ll leave marks, and the thought makes your blood run faster. She continues to bounce her knee up against you, giving you enough stimulation that your skin starts to flush.

She has the upper hand right now. But you’re not ready to give her that. Not yet.

So, your fingers wrap around her forearm, nails pressing into her skin as you wrench it off of you, breaking the pin she had against your chest. Paige stumbles back a step, caught off guard for just a fraction of a second, and it’s all the opening you need.

You grin at her, stepping forward so your chests are pressed together. You hum, sounding sickly sweet. “You good there, Bueckers?”

Her jaw tightens, blue eyes flashing with something dark and unyielding, and she opens her mouth—probably to say something sharp, something to cut you down—but you don’t give her the chance. Your hands find her shoulders, pushing at her chest, forcing her to step back. She resists at first, her feet digging into the carpet, but you push harder, guiding her backwards, step by step, until her calves hit the edge of the bed.

She barely has time to process before you give her one final shove, and she falls onto the mattress with a slight bounce, propping herself up on her elbows, staring up at you with a mixture of irritation and something else—something you recognize all too well.

Lust.

You let her see the smirk tugging at your lips, the way you’re taking your time climbing onto the bed after her, the deliberate drag of your body as you crawl over her. You straddle her hips, your knees pressing into the mattress on either side of her, and you can feel the sharp inhale she takes, the tension coiling in her body beneath you.

“I fucking hate you,” she mutters, her voice low and rough, her hands twitching where they rest against the bed like she’s trying to decide whether to touch you or throw you off of her.

Your grin is nothing short of wicked as you lean down, your lips barely brushing against hers. “Feeling’s mutual,��� you tell her.

Her fingers flex against the sheets, gripping them like she’s trying to keep herself from grabbing you, from flipping you over and ruining you right then and there. You can see the way her jaw ticks, the way her chest rises and falls beneath you, and it’s intoxicating, knowing you have her like this.

“You piss me off,” she says, but her voice is weaker now, her resolve clearly crumbling with every inch you close between you.

“Good,” you murmur, just before you close the distance, pressing your lips to hers again.

This time, it’s a little different.

The fight is still there, simmering beneath the surface, but it’s wrapped in something more desperate, more aching. You kiss her hard, but she meets you with equal force, shoving her tongue into your mouth to tangle with yours. Her hands finally snap up to your waist, gripping at your sweatshirt like she’s been holding back for too long and can’t anymore.

You rock your hips slightly, just to tease, just to get a reaction out of her, and it works—she groans into your mouth, fingers sliding under your sweatshirt and tightening against your skin like she wants to leave marks. And maybe she does. Maybe you do, too.

You continue kissing her, messily, tugging at her lips with your teeth, sliding your tongue with hers. You feel some of her spit fall onto your chin but you can’t find it in yourself to care, too busy lazily canting your hips against hers, letting out barely-there sighs into her mouth.

And then her hands are at the hem of your sweatshirt, fingers curling into the fabric before she yanks it up and over your head in one swift motion. The sudden cool air against your skin sends a shiver down your spine, but the way Paige’s eyes darken as she takes you in, the way her lips part just slightly—it’s enough to replace the chill with a heat that spreads through you like wildfire.

She makes a noise, low in her throat, her hands pinching your waist before sliding up, kneading at your covered breasts through your sports bra. The pressure makes your breath hitch just slightly, and you drop your forehead against hers for just a second, just to ground yourself. But you don’t stay still for long.

Your lips begin to trail, dragging along the infuriatingly sharp line of her jaw before finding her neck. You nip at the sensitive skin there, sucking just hard enough to hear her exhale sharply through her nose, her fingers twitching against your ribs.

“Gonna leave a mark?” she mutters, tilting her head to give you more room even as she tries to sound unimpressed.

You smirk against her skin. “Maybe.”

You bite again, a little harder, and she curses softly under her breath, her fingers pressing into your sides. It makes you grin against her pulse point, flicking your tongue out lightly. But before you can tease her again, her hands are moving, slipping beneath your sports bra, her thumbs brushing just below the band. The feeling has your stomach tensing, your heart pounding, but before she can get any further, you decide turnabout is fair play.

You find the hem of her t-shirt, and she lets you pull it up and over her head, tossing it to the side without a second thought. The moment you realize she’s not wearing a bra, a rush of heat pools low in your stomach. You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, gaze trailing over her bare tits, small but perky.

Paige watches you, chest heaving a little too fast, a flicker of something teasing in her expression. “Like what you see?”

You scoff, dragging your nails down her toned abs, watching as she shivers beneath you. “You wish,” you say, though you both know that yes, you are definitely enjoying the view.

She grins, cocky and annoying, but it vanishes the second your hands roam up her stomach, fingertips brushing deliberately against her ribs before settling on her tits. Her breath catches, her smirk faltering for just a second, and you know you’ve got her.

“You were saying?” you murmur, leaning in again, your lips ghosting over the base of her throat.

She exhales sharply, and you feel it more than you hear it, the warmth of her breath rushing against your ear. Then, her hands slide down your back, gripping your waist with enough force to make your head spin.

She doesn’t respond to your question and it makes you let out a satisfied hum. You’re working your lips again now, trailing them down, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the line of her collarbone before moving lower, tasting the salt of her skin. She doesn’t make a sound, though you can feel her heart racing against your lips. She’s too stubborn to do that yet, too determined to act like this doesn’t affect her the way you know it does.

But you feel the truth in the way her fingers dig into your back, just enough to send a thrill down your spine. Your smirk only widens against her, your lips brushing over the swell of her left breast, before your tongue darts out, sloppily swirling it over her pert nipple. She arches into you a little, even more so when your hand reaches up to tweak and pinch at her other nipple, making sure she’s evened out.

You hum once more, sucking on her skin as you glance up, only to see her already staring down at you, pale cheeks flushed red. The sight makes you smile, a little evilly, your mouth pulling away from her nipple with a quick pop.

And then you’re reaching down, your hands sliding to the waistband of her sweats, fingers hooking around them. You don’t pull them off right away, though. No, that would be too easy. Instead, you drag your fingers along the edge, just barely skimming her skin, watching the way her abdominal muscles tense, the way her breathing stutters slightly.

You glance up at her once more, and there’s fire in her eyes, that sharp, unyielding intensity that’s always been so distinctly Paige. Even now, even like this, she won’t back down. It makes your chest constrict a little, something equal parts frustration and admiration, though you’d never admit the latter out loud.

“Quit staring at me,” she mutters roughly, her hands gripping at your back like she’s not sure if she wants to pull you closer or push you away.

Your lips curl into the familiar smirk that’s been sitting on your face since the game. “Why? You don’t want me to see you blush, Paigey?” The nickname comes out of your mouth in a patronizing tone.

She glares at you, pinching your skin enough to make you twitch a little against her. You roll your eyes at that, finally reaching to tug at her sweatpants, pushing them past her hips, down her thighs, until she’s left in just her boxers. Your fingers linger at the waistband of those, tracing patterns along the edge before swiping teasingly at her clothed clit. You feel her tense beneath you, her breath catching in her throat, but still, she doesn’t break. She doesn’t give you the satisfaction of watching her squirm.

You bite your lip, watching her carefully, and—fuck—you’d be lying if you said you haven’t missed this. Missed the tension, the way you both toe the line between hatred and something else, something more. Missed the way she looks at you like she wants to tear you apart, missed the way she lets you have the upper hand just long enough to make you feel like you’ve won before she turns the tables on you.

Because that’s where this always ends.

At some point, you’ll be the one pinned beneath her. It’s inevitable. It always happens.

But for now, she’s at your mercy, and you plan on savoring it.

You lean down, your lips skimming across her stomach, pressing sloppy kisses along the lines of her abs. You feel the way her muscles tense beneath you, and you nip teasingly at her skin before soothing it with your tongue, swiping the wet muscle downward until it reaches the waistband of her Nike Pros. Now, finally settled between her legs, she props herself up on her elbows, watching you, tracking your every movement with those insufferably pretty blue eyes of hers.

She’s waiting, barely holding onto her patience, and you love it.

You hook your fingers into her boxers, slowly, slowly pulling them down, making sure she feels every agonizing second of it. You don’t break eye contact, gaze tracking the way her jaw tightens, her fingers twitch, her breathing grows uneven.

The second she’s entirely naked, you let your eyes rake over her. And then you’re leaning above her cunt, blowing lightly against it.

She grits her teeth. “Don’t fuckin’ tease,” she chastises.

You raise your eyebrows. “Don’t be so impatient,” you counter.

You think she’s about to protest further, but then you lean forward, pressing your lips to the inside of her muscular thigh, slow and careful. You drag your tongue along the smooth skin, back and forth. As you do so, she fists the bedsheets like she’s forcing herself to stay in control, her other hand reaching down to grip onto your shoulder.

You roll your eyes, relenting, “Jesus, fine.”

And then you shift your head so you’re right above her bare cunt. You poke your tongue out between your lips, letting it slide slowly along her folds. She lets out a quiet breath that you’re sure she’s been holding in for minutes now, her hand on your shoulder holding tightly to the band of your sports bra.

You lick your way up her slit, circling your tongue around her clit. Your fingertips press into Paige’s hips, holding her in place as you work, dropping open-mouthed kisses along her heat. Of fucking course, she tastes sweet as usual. She always does, and you slurp at her quicker to taste more of it, more of her.

You glance up to see her watching you intently, blue eyes holding a rare weakness in them that you’ve only ever seen when you’ve had her in a position like this. When you slip your tongue down into her entrance, feeling that spongy part of her before trailing her arousal back up to her clit, she finally groans a little. You watch as she tilts her head back, muttering, “Shit,” her hips canting up towards you slightly.

Continuing to lap at her wetness like a dog, you watch as she leans her head downward to see you again. You keep your eyes locked onto hers, and then you suck, teeth scraping over her clit in a way that has Paige’s fingers digging into your skin, telling you because she probably can’t help herself, “Fuuuck, right there.” You grin against her a little, complying, and then her hand is reaching to shove your hair out of your face and behind your head so she can look at you properly. You groan a little at the thought and at the taste of her, the vibrations berating through her pussy and making her tense up.

It’s then that you flatten your tongue against her, shaking your head, the wet muscle flicking against Paige’s bud harshly. Her hand on the bed smacks down on the mattress, while her fingers tighten in your hair, tugging enough to hurt. But you don’t mind. If anything, you double down, creating a suction against her clit again.

“Keep—God, keep doin’ that,” Paige stutters out, biting at her lip. She moves your head against her cunt the way she likes, the way that makes her feel best, hand holding onto the back of your skull. You let her, lapping her pussy with the rhythm, feeling the way her thighs begin to shake, hips rutting quickly up to your mouth.

You pull away just enough to ask, “You close?” Your breath flutters against her wetness, and she lets out a gruff noise, tightening her hold on you until it’s almost too painful. “Yeah—c’mon—” she curses impatiently, pushing your head back toward her cunt.

But she’d be stupid to think you’d let her have that shit that easily. So you shake your head quickly, loosening her grip on you slightly. You lean down to nip at her thigh, gaze flicking between her swollen, puffy clit and the dazed, needy look swirling in her baby blues. “Eleven points,” you say smugly, reminding her. Because she needs to be reminded. You’d remind her every minute of every day if you could. “I beat you.”

Paige groans at the words, slamming her head back against the pillows. “Can’t you just shut up and make me cum?” she orders, pulling at your hair.

“Nah,” you say slowly, dragging it out. And then you lean down, letting a drop of your spit fall from your mouth down onto her pussy. You feel her body twitch a little at the sensation, not expecting it, before she’s sitting up on her elbows once more, clearly needing to watch you. “I wanna hear you say it,” you tell her.

“Say what?” she asks incredulously, impatient as her hips twitch in your hold.

You smirk, your fingers coming down to rub your saliva into the puffy skin of her clit. She lets out a little noise at the back of her throat at that and your grin widens, saying, “I wanna hear you say I beat you. That I’m better than you.”

Immediately, she scoffs, but the sound is cut short as you pinch at her clit harshly. “I—I ain’t sayin’ shit,” she spits out, shaking her head, her cheeks bright red, a sheen of sweat glistening across her chest.

“Then you don’t get to cum,” you deadpan, slapping at her pussy lightly before pulling your hand away and sitting up between her legs so your head is no longer near her cunt.

She lets out a noise between a groan and a whine at your words, tugging at you, trying to bring you back close to her. But you stand your ground, rubbing one knuckle across her wetness slowly in a way you know will have her frustrated. “Say it,” you order.

“I—” she cuts herself off, her gaze flicking back toward the ceiling as your fingers continue their torturous pace. She grabs at your wrist, attempting to quicken it, but you hold your ground. “I can’t.”

“Yeah, you can,” you encourage smugly, grinning at her obvious discomfort and frustration. “All you gotta do is say the words and then I’ll make you cum, Paigey. Promise.”

She’s silent for a long moment, probably deliberating. It seems she’s come to terms with the fact that she wants to finish more than she cares about being humiliated, so she groans, throwing a hand up over her head in frustration. “Fine!” she relents. “You beat me and you’re sooo much fucking better than me. That what you wanted to hear?”

Her tone is sarcastic, but it’s enough for you. You smile at her, showing all your teeth, and you ask, “Now was that so hard?” before diving back in.

Your tongue immediately pushes into her entrance and it makes her whole body shake, a throaty moan escaping her lips. You fuck up into her with it, one of your hands reaching up to toy with her clit. Your jaw damn near goes slack with the way you’re thrusting your tongue, but you don’t much care, because the sight of Paige looking fucked out beneath you, her control slipping, just makes you go faster.

“So close, ma,” Paige stutters out, her breath uneven. “Don’t stop, swear to fuckin’ God—”

“’M not stopping,” you tell her, pulling your tongue out of her to flick and swirl it around her folds, nearly rolling your eyes into the back of your head. “Come on. Cum for me. Cum on my face, Paige.”

She nods, a broken series of moans escaping her mouth as her hips lift against your mouth. Her cunt pulses once, twice, and then she’s gushing against you. You dutifully lap it up, licking all you can before slowly pulling away.

You sit back on your heels, watching as she lays there, sweaty and breathless beneath you, her chest rising and falling with each shaky inhale. Her eyes are closed, her arm resting over them so even if they were open, you wouldn’t be able to see them. You can see the redness in her face, the way her pale skin is flushed—all from you.

As you take her in, a dark smirk crawls onto your lips, which are still sticky with her. Slowly, carefully, you crawl back up her body, enjoying the view, enjoying the way her eyes stay closed as she tries to pull herself together.

Now hovering just above her, you pause, letting the space between you two linger. Your breath is also shallow, from the sheer effort you had whilst eating her out. Nevertheless, you can’t resist the taunt that slips from your lips, the smugness seeping through. “You good?” you ask, your voice thick with amusement.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of her breath, ragged and heavy. But then she’s moving her arm and her eyes are snapping open. Blue fire swirls in them, renewed intensity blazing there—one you know you won’t be able to burn out. You feel her muscles tense beneath you, her eyes not just locked on you, but almost through you, daring you to challenge her.

And then, with no warning, she reaches up, her big hands gripping your body with an almost ferocity that leaves you momentarily stunned. You barely have time to react before she flips you over, the strength in her hands and the force in her movements surprising you—you thought she’d still be weak from her orgasm. One second, you’re above her, and the next, you’re flat on your back, staring up at her—Paige Bueckers, always managing to put you in this position, no matter the night.

Your chest heaves, but before you can even say anything, she’s already kissing you. Her lips slam down on yours, hungry, fierce, all teeth and heat. Her tongue travels over your lips and through your mouth, tasting herself on you.

“Can’t believe you made me say that shit,” she mutters against your lips, the words dripping with disbelief and disdain. “Fuckin’ insane.”

Of course, you can’t help the grin that tugs at the corners of your mouth. Your breath still shallow, you tease, “You said it anyways. Free will, PB.”

She lets out a low groan at that, and it almost makes you laugh—almost. But before you can, she’s pulling away from the kiss, her eyes dark and determined, and then, without any hesitation, she grips your wrists harshly. She pulls your arms above your head, pinning them there as her body presses down, her weight making sure you stay exactly where she wants you. She’s still a little sticky and sweaty, and the feeling of her bare skin against yours has you biting your lip.

“A’ight,” she basically growls, the edge in her voice cutting through the hotel room. You can feel the heat between you, building rapidly. “You had your fun. My turn.”

And then her mouth is back on yours, moving so quickly and fiercely that you almost can’t keep up. Her tongue tangles with your sloppily, licking inside your mouth, her hands digging into you wrists. You work your jaw almost as hard as you did whilst going down on her, doing your best to stay on pace.

You don’t have to worry about that for long, though, because Paige is clearly impatient (per usual), her lips breaking away from yours, trailing down to your throat. You suck in a sharp breath as she nips and sucks at the delicate skin there, her teeth grazing your pulse point. You ball your hands into fists above your head, trying to keep yourself still, keep your reactions in check. You don’t want her to have the satisfaction of hearing you, of knowing she’s getting to you—the two of you are similar in that way, just like how Paige was before.

Still, it’s difficult to stay quiet. It’s been a long time since she’s had you beneath her like this, and the sensation of her mouth on your skin—hot, wet, relentless—is enough to make your body betray you, the tremors running through you despite your best efforts. You shift beneath her, trying to suppress the sounds threatening to escape, but Paige’s relentless assault on your neck only increases, the pull of her lips surely leaving bruises.

It’s then that she unpins your wrists, one of her hands slipping away to trail down your side. You can’t help the small, involuntary shiver that races up your spine as she moves. Stupidly, you think that she might be about to give you a break. But instead, her hands are at the band of your sports bra, pulling it roughly over your head in one, quick motion that leaves you almost gasping.

Before you can even really process it, Paige’s face is buried in your chest. Her lips press to the soft skin there, her breath hot against the swell of your breast. And when she speaks, it’s in a low, almost bitter tone, each word dripping with a mix of frustration and something else.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” she mutters, the words heavy, like they cost her something to say. “I hate how fuckin’ pretty you are.”

You sigh a little, and sigh even more as Paige’s lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking in a way that makes her cheekbones pronounced. You watch as she continues heatedly, swirling her tongue around the bud before turning her attention to the other tit, doing the same there. You reach up to hold onto her bicep, more pronounced than you remember, her sweat sticking to your hand.

Then, she shifts back upward so her face is hovering directly over yours, her eyes boring into your own. “Take your pants off,” she orders, licking her lips as her gaze rakes over your face.

You scoff a little at her tone, rude and nagging. “Demanding, much?” you sass, staring up at her in a challenge.

It’s clear that she won’t have any of that, though, because her hand that was resting on your ribs reaches up to squeeze ruthlessly at your tit, pinching your nipple. “Don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” she spits.

You decide that at this point, it’s probably in your best interest to listen to her despite the fact that you love doing the same. So, rolling your eyes but obliging, you reach down and lift your hips, sliding your leggings and panties off in one go, kicking them away and onto the floor.

Paige glances down at you, now completely naked before her. Her eyes rave across your figure, probably committing it to memory since these moments don’t happen too often. When her gaze lands on your pussy, they take in the glittering arousal coating it.

“Shit,” she mutters, and then repeats the curse as she swipes two fingers through your folds. They come out soaked, and then she’s offering them to you. You do as she wants, taking her digits in your mouth, sucking on them, tasting yourself. She watches you intently, her jaw tightening.

Eventually, your lips unwrap her fingers and she pulls them away, trailing them down your stomach before sliding them right back between your wet folds. Almost on instinct, you spread your legs wider for her. She smirks and glances from your pussy back to your face, saying teasingly, “Didn’t know I made you this wet.”

You shake your head, averting your eyes from hers. “You don’t,” you deny, and she just laughs in response, because it’s clear as day that she, in fact, does.

Her fingers drag across you teasingly slow, circling. You feel your heart begin to race and the heat within you start to rise, despite the fact that she’s barely touched you. You and Paige both watch, heads tilted downwards, as the pads of her fingertips press against your clit before trailing down to tease at your entrance.

Paige leans over, using her other hand to push your thighs open even wider. She continues teasing you like so, never fully pushing into you like you need. “Two’s good for you?” she asks, looking over at your face.

You feel your jaw go slightly slack as two of Paige’s long, slender digits slowly slip inside you. You don’t answer her question, which annoys her. She pauses her movements, asking sassily, “Hellooo?”

You roll your eyes, shifting your hips against her hand, rushing your words out hurriedly. “Yes! Fuck, two’s good.”

“Hmm,” Paige hums, pumping her fingers in and out a couple times. You sigh at the feeling, head lolling to the side a little, tongue swiping over the swell of your bottom lip. “Don’t care. Take three.”

And then she’s shoving a third finger in you, not giving you any time to get used to it. The stretch hurts, and you make a face, nails digging into Paige’s bicep, gripping at the muscle. You whimper as she pulls all three digits out before thrusting back in. Your hips grind against her hand of their own accord, and you tilt your head back, trying to keep your noises at bay.

Her fingers continue pumping inside you, curling, too, and it’s such a mix of pleasure and pain. You feel so full, and when she meets that spongy spot, you can’t help but cry out, “Paige!”

She grins at the sound of her name escaping your mouth, all desperate and needy. She leans down, her lips ghosting along your jaw and across your cheek, asking, “You like that?”

You don’t answer, any and all words stuck in your throat. Instead, you grind harder against her, the squelching sound of your pussy unmistakable. You moan a little, a broken noise, and shift your head to the opposite side of where Paige is, unwilling to lean on her.

Paige just hums, nodding against you. “Mmm, you do like that.”

She’s thrusting her fingers faster now, and you nearly sob at the stretch and the feeling. You should’ve known she’d be like this—should’ve prepared yourself better. Instead, you’re completely at her mercy, chewing on your bottom lip enough that you taste the metallic tang of blood, trying to do anything but quite literally scream.

“God—” you manage to get out breathlessly, shaking your head as she continues her movements mercilessly. “Paige, it hurts—” you whimper.

Paige doesn’t care. Clearly. Instead, she just laughs, pushing her fingers in harder, faster, deeper. “Not so full of yourself now are you, huh?” she asks smugly, watching you intently. You can’t meet her gaze, squeezing your eyes shut. It’s too much. It’s all too much.

“I can’t,” you tell her, feeling tears pool beneath your closed lids. And, fuck, it’s embarrassing to admit, but you really can hardly handle the feeling of so much of her, inside you like that.

“I know. You’re so tight. Stretchin’ you out so much, yeah?”

You nod, body trembling. But it doesn’t matter because Paige just keeps going, giving it her all. And then you feel her lips on yours again, tongue sliding against yours, her body sinking down on you.

“I’on care that it hurts, ma,” she mutters against your mouth, curling her fingers inside you once more, making your back arch into her. “You’re gonna take it, ’kay? Fuckin’ take everything I give you.”

She pulls her hand away for a moment and you don’t know whether you’re disappointed or relieved. Your eyes flutter open, watching as she leans over her fingers, spitting onto them. And then she’s bringing them down to your cunt once more, pounding all three of them right back in. You cry out, fingers digging into the sheets.

“Yeah, take that shit,” she tells you again, voice husky. “Look at you, suckin’ me up like that. Slut.”

You do look, watching as her fingers disappear inside you over and over and over again. They continuously hit your g-spot, squelching loudly and filthily. You’re dripping onto her hand by now, getting the sheets wet, too. You throw your head back, mouth opening into a silent scream as the knot in your stomach tightens.

You buck your hips up, you dig your nails into Paige’s skin, you feel your thighs shaking. And then you’re snapping.

Your arousal pools out of you and onto Paige. Mercifully, she does what you need her to, slowing her fingers to help you ride out your high. You sigh shakily as she pulls her digits out of your still-pulsating pussy. Your eyes flutter shut, thinking that’s the end of it. That Paige will collapse next to you and the two of you will lay there for a moment, breathless, before you inevitably get up and get dressed, leaving her alone.

But, when you feel Paige move, pulling your leg upward and settling between your thighs, you know you’re mistaken. And then she’s positioning herself, her clit bumping against yours. “Mmm, fuck,” she mumbles at the skin-on-skin contact.

Immediately, your eyes shoot open and you shake your head. “Wait—” you try weakly, pushing at her abs, because you’re still so sensitive and what already hurt before hurts even more now. “I can’t yet—gimme a sec—”

But Paige doesn’t give you anything but the sensation of her scissoring against you. “Just chill,” she tells you slowly before groaning as she continues fucking herself on your pussy. “Feels good, c’mon. Feel it wit’ me.”

You struggle to for a moment, but slowly, as Paige’s hand comes to play with your tits, and the overstimulation begins to fade, you do feel it. And, fuck, she was right. It is good. You moan a little, and Paige leans down, swallowing your sounds with a kiss. Her palms land on the mattress on either side of your head, digging into the sheets as she grinds faster against you.

You buck your hips up to match the blonde’s pace, sighing as her wetness continuously meets yours. Your arms reach up to wrap around her neck, needing something to ground you. You pull her impossibly closer and she lets you, still fucking against you.

“Th—That’s it,” she stutters, letting out nothing short of a pornographic moan as your cunt grinds sloppily upwards on hers. “You don’t get it—this fuckin’ pussy—”

You don’t ask what she means, too busy chasing your high again. You pant erratically, holding onto Paige tightly, so close.

“I—God, Paige—I—” you can’t get the words that you need to out, your brain short-circuiting at the feeling of her cunt pressing perfectly against yours, like that’s where it belongs.

“I know,” she mumbles breathlessly into your neck, pressing a sloppy kiss to the skin there. “Fuck, I know. You almost there?”

You nod, pressing even closer. “Almost,” you manage to get out. You gasp, the heat pooling low in your stomach.

“Me too,” Paige breathes, grinding downwards desperately, chasing her orgasm. You chase it with her, needing it. “Baby, I’mma come. Shit, I’mma come.”

And then her hips stutter against yours, the pleasure mounting. Paige bites into your neck, letting out a muffled groan as you feel her gush out her release on your pussy. You finish, too, moaning Paige’s name right in her ear.

The blonde collapses against you, your thighs sticky with her, hers sticky with you. You lay there, breathless, heart racing, chest constricting. You feel her taking ragged breaths against your neck. Eventually, she rolls off of you so that you’re side-by-side, trying to gather yourselves.

It takes you a long moment, but then you’re sitting up, fishing for your clothes. You find your sports bra and sweatshirt first, slipping those on. And then you stand, reaching down by the end of the bed to grab your underwear and leggings. You don’t look at Paige, who you can feel watching you, until you’re completely dressed. She’s still naked, somehow looking both nonchalant and entirely fucked out at the same time.

“Well,” you say slowly, clucking your tongue. “See you in March.”

[kashverse]

𝒴our first encounter with the 呪術廻戦 men 

⪩⪨ ✶ implied f!reader but can be read otherwise (use of "pretty" in choso's version), strangers to lovers, fluff, featuring ♡ canon! gojo, canon! geto, single dad! toji, modern au! choso, canon! sukuna in a modern au, corporate! nanami ✿ ⪩⪨ tried a new formatting style..! ib my dear @norikuna (∩˃o˂∩)♡

gojo doesn’t see you coming. not because he’s oblivious—though, sure, that’s part of it—but because he’s too busy making himself miserable, listening to some poor bastard on the phone cry about their ex. it’s barely noon, the sun’s out, people are living their lives, and this guy’s talking about how he let “the one” slip through his fingers. “bro, just get another one,” gojo had said, dead-eyed, waiting for the crosswalk light to change. the response was more crying. he sighed, hanging up.

and then he smacked straight into you.

not a polite bump, not even a nudge—full-on body collision, your forehead meeting his chin with a sharp crack. the impact was enough to send you both stumbling, but while gojo’s built like a brick wall, you had all the misfortune of being knocked back a few steps. “ow—what the fuck?!” your voice came first, and then, through the dizzying pain, you saw him. tall, white-haired, stupidly good-looking in an insufferable way, dressed like he was on some model’s off-day. sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, and even through the slight daze, you could see the sharp glint of his blue eyes peering down at you.

“ah, my bad—”

“your bad?” your voice rose, disbelieving. the pain hadn’t even settled yet, but your temper had. “you nearly took my head off!”

gojo blinked. “well, technically, if i took your head off, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” he pointed out. “unless you’re a talking head, which would be—"

“are you serious?” you cut him off, hands flying up in exasperation. “you’re just standing in the middle of the damn sidewalk—”

“crosswalk,” he corrected.

“—like a fucking lamppost,” you barreled on, ignoring him. “and then you hit me. no, actually, you collided with me like a fucking train, and now you’re just standing there?”

you looked ready to kill him. gojo thought you looked radiant. people don’t really yell at him. they get nervous, flustered, awkward. maybe they complain a little, but they don’t yell. not like this—not with this kind of raw, unfiltered rage that was directed solely at him.

and he was loving it.

“ohhh, you’re mad mad,” he said, grinning.

“no shit?” you spat, rubbing your forehead. “you’re huge! why do you walk like you don’t know how to control your own size?”

“i’m huge? that’s a compliment,” he mused. “also, you ran into me.”

“i did not—"

“you did, but it’s okay,” he waved off. “i forgive you.”

your mouth dropped open. your jaw clenched so hard you swore you heard it click. “i don’t need your forgiveness,” you snapped. “i need you to watch where the hell you’re going!” gojo just smiled. “i can do that,” he said. “but only if you tell me your name first.”

you squinted at him. “why?”

“so i know what to say in my apology,” he said smoothly. “y’know, something heartfelt, real personal. ‘i’m so sorry, dear stranger, for running into you with my big, strong, muscular body—’”

your scowl deepened. “forget it,” you turned to leave, shaking your head.

gojo grabbed your wrist. lightly, like he was afraid you’d shake him off (which you probably would). “wait,” he said, less teasing this time, more curious.

you stopped, staring at him warily. “what?”

he grinned. “you’re fun.”

you yanked your arm out of his grip. “you’re annoying.”

but you weren’t yelling anymore. and maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.

toji doesn't believe in love—at least, not in the way people like to romanticize it. to him, love has always been transactional. people want things: security, pleasure, a warm body to cling to at night. he provides, they take. simple.

commitment? fuck no. he’s been there, done that, and all it got him was a headache and a kid who looks at him like he’s a walking disappointment. not that he blames megumi—he knows exactly the kind of man he is. relationships, from what he's seen, are just another job. another obligation. more shit to deal with when he's already stretched thin making sure megumi doesn't starve or turn into a little menace. and he's already got enough on his plate. 

raising megumi is work. the kid is sharp, stubborn, and way too perceptive for his own good. keeping up with him is exhausting. fulfilling someone else’s expectations on top of that? hell no.

people ask if he’s lonely. he laughs. lonely? he’s got freedom. no nagging, no obligations, no answering to anyone but himself and, on the worst days, a grumpy eight-year-old who somehow thinks he’s smarter than him. love, in his experience, is just a distraction. and toji fushiguro doesn’t do distractions.

and toji swears he only looked away for a second.

he was just checking the damn price tag on some overpriced brand of instant noodles, and when he looked back, megumi was gone. poof. like a magic trick, except it wasn’t a trick, and the rising panic in his chest was very, very real. “shit,” he muttered, scanning the aisles. nothing. just a bunch of old ladies and college kids looking for cheap meals. no messy black hair, no tiny scowl. he ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep calm. he didn’t want to make a scene. people lost their kids all the time, right? it wasn’t a big deal. he just had to—

and then he saw him.

megumi was at the end of the next aisle, small hands clenched at his sides, his mouth pressed in a thin, stubborn line, like he wasn’t scared, even though he definitely was. and right next to him, crouched down to his level, was you. “you’re really good at this,” you said. megumi blinked up at you. “huh?”

“the whole ‘not panicking’ thing,” you smiled at him. “most kids freak out when they lose their parents. you’re staying calm. that’s cool.” megumi looked away, like he wasn’t sure if that was actually a compliment or not. “i don’t wanna cause trouble,” he muttered.

“aw, but that’s what parents are for,” you teased. “causing them trouble.” megumi almost smiled. almost. toji, still frozen in place, narrowed his eyes. who the hell were you?

“c’mon, let’s go find your dad,” you said, standing up and holding out a hand. megumi didn’t take it, but he followed you anyway, his short legs working hard to keep up with your pace. and toji? well. he wasn’t sure why, but instead of stepping forward, he let you find him.

he let you do the whole thing, watching as you walked with megumi, asking him questions—where he last saw his dad, what his name was, what he looked like.

“he’s really tall,” megumi said. you hummed. “tall, huh? that helps.”

“and he’s got a scar on his mouth,” he added.

“even better. anyone who looks scary is easier to spot.”

megumi frowned a little. “he’s not scary.” you smiled, ruffling his hair. “i bet he isn’t.”

toji snorted under his breath.

by the time you turned the corner and finally spotted him, megumi exhaled in relief. toji pretended not to notice how fast he ran up to him, grabbing the fabric of his shirt like he wasn’t just saying how calm he was. you, on the other hand, stopped a few steps away, hands on your hips. “you must be the scary, not-scary dad,” you said.

toji raised an eyebrow. “and you’re just a random saint, huh?” you shrugged. “not a saint. just someone who doesn’t like seeing kids upset.”

he looked at you, really looked at you. you didn’t seem put out by any of this, like helping some stranger’s kid wasn’t an inconvenience, but just another part of your day. like it was normal. toji let out a breath, then tilted his head down at megumi. “you good, kid?”

megumi nodded, though he still wasn’t letting go of toji’s shirt. toji sighed, glancing back at you. “guess i owe you, huh?”

you waved him off. “don’t worry about it. just keep an eye on him next time.”

toji huffed a laugh. “easier said than done.”

you grinned, giving megumi one last look before turning to leave. and toji? well. maybe being responsible for two people wouldn’t be so bad after all.

nanami never thought much about being single. it wasn’t a matter of pride or principle—just reality. his job was time-consuming, his patience was thin, and the thought of entertaining someone else’s needs after a long workday felt exhausting. he wasn’t lonely, just… fine. indifferent.

until he got sick of his office food.

“this is inedible,” he said flatly, staring at the sad excuse of a meal on his plate. his colleague, barely looking up from his own tray, mumbled, “it’s fine.”

nanami’s eye twitched. it was not fine. rubbery chicken, dry rice, and a soup that tasted more like dishwater than anything edible. this was not a meal—it was a punishment.

so, he made a change.

he found a small business that delivered homemade meals, something personal but convenient. it promised variety, quality ingredients, and, most importantly, flavor.

what he didn’t expect were the notes.

the first one came tucked under the neatly packed meal.

“hope today isn’t too exhausting! eat well!”

nanami stared at it for longer than he should have. then, at the food—real food. properly cooked, properly seasoned, steaming with warmth that no canteen meal could ever replicate. he didn’t think about it much. a kind gesture, that was all. but the notes kept coming.

“long meetings? i packed extra today.”

“rainy day! hope this brings some warmth.”

“rough week? your food will always be good at least.”

and then—

“your order is always so precise. you must be someone who likes routine.”

nanami paused mid-bite. he did like routine. he thrived on it. and yet, this—this unexpected kindness, these little messages—was beginning to throw him off in a way he couldn’t explain. weeks passed, meals came, and nanami found himself looking forward to them—not just for the food, but for the words that came with it. one afternoon, after another insufferable meeting, he opened his meal to find:

“do you ever take breaks? hope you’re not working too hard.”

he let out a breath, something between a sigh and a laugh. he was working too hard. but how did you—someone he’d never met—seem to know that better than the people around him? finally, curiosity got the better of him. he grabbed a pen and, for the first time, wrote back.

“who are you?”

the next day, his meal came with a note, just like always.

“just someone who wants you to eat well. but i wouldn’t mind knowing who you are too.”

and for the first time in a long time, nanami thought—maybe being single wasn’t so fine after all.

geto doesn’t believe in love. not in the way people romanticize it, anyway. he’s known desire—used it, wielded it like a tool, a means to an end. a well-timed smile, a hand grazing a wrist, a whispered promise—all of it was just another step in expanding his cause. people were easy to sway when you made them feel special. and being single? it wasn’t something he mourned. it was efficient. no attachments, no complications, no wasted energy. everything he did, every conversation, every encounter—it all served a purpose.

until you.

“you’ve been talking for a while,” you said, tilting your head at him. geto smiled. “am i boring you?”

“not at all. just wondering if you’re going to get to the point.”

he chuckled, swirling his drink. clever. impatient. interesting.

“what do you think my point is?”

you leaned back, thoughtful. “well, you’re charming, you have that practiced ease of someone who’s very used to getting what they want, and yet…” you narrowed your eyes. “you haven’t tried to get anything from me yet.”

his smile twitched. perceptive too. “maybe i’m just enjoying the conversation.”

“hmm.” you didn’t look convinced. “i doubt you talk to people without a reason.”

he laughed, shaking his head. “you wound me. am i not allowed to simply appreciate good company?”

you smirked. “do you?”

and that was the problem, wasn’t it? he did.

he was supposed to be recruiting you. that was why he approached you in the first place—he had assessed, observed, picked you out for your potential. another piece in his grander vision. but now? now, he was talking to you about books, about philosophy, about things that had nothing to do with his cause.

he liked your sharp tongue, your quick comebacks, the way you saw through people but humored them anyway. and he was enjoying this. more than he should.

“you’re thinking too hard,” you noted.

“am i?”

“yeah. for someone who flirts so easily, you seem oddly distracted.”

he chuckled, shaking his head. you had no idea. for the first time in a long time, geto suguru had forgotten his purpose. and strangely enough, he didn’t mind.

choso doesn’t really get love. it’s not that he doesn’t feel it—he does, deeply, messily, all-consuming in the way only someone who has lived too long without it can. it’s just that he doesn’t understand how it’s supposed to work. his friends talk about relationships like they’re puzzles, like you’re supposed to fit into someone else’s life piece by piece, no gaps, no edges sticking out. but choso? he keeps forcing the wrong pieces together. he’s had his heart broken by so many situationships, and he doesn’t even know what that word means. all he knows is that people like him enough to stay for a while, but not enough to stay forever. and when someone ghosts him? it’s over.

“why would they do that?” he asks yuuji, completely distraught. “i thought we were getting along.” yuuji winces. “yeah, but… sometimes people just disappear, man. it’s not your fault.”

“but why not just say they don’t like me?”

“because people suck.”

choso frowns. love is confusing. people are confusing. nothing makes sense.

until he meets you.

more specifically, until you send a pug flying in his direction. one second, he’s minding his own business, sipping a coffee, staring blankly at nothing. the next—

“watch out!”

and then—THUD.

a very round, very squishy pug collides with his chest, knocking the air out of him. he blinks. looks down. the pug is fine. choso, however, is shaken.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry,” you pant, running up to him, looking horrified. “he’s got the speed of a missile and the weight distribution of a sack of potatoes. are you okay?”

choso is still holding the pug. he has not processed a single thing except that you’re talking to him, and you’re really pretty. you snap your fingers in front of his face.

“hello? earth to guy who just got body slammed by my dog?”

he swallows. “i—i’m okay.”

you sigh in relief. “good. i don’t think my insurance covers ‘pug-related assaults.’”

he stares. then—

he laughs.

it’s an awkward, slightly delayed laugh, but it’s real. it bubbles out of him, because suddenly, everything is just… simple. you’re still talking, apologizing, trying to pry your dog from his grip, and he realizes—love doesn’t have to be this big, complicated thing. it can be a stranger, a runaway pug, and a stupidly perfect moment where he thinks, 'oh. this is it.'

sukuna has never cared for love. love is mortal, fleeting, an indulgence for the weak. he has lived for centuries without it, conquered, destroyed, thrived—all on his own. why bother with attachment? why waste time on something that promises nothing but vulnerability? he’s always been perfectly fine like this.

until the night he meets you at the bar.

he doesn’t even mean to notice you at first—just another human in a crowded room, laughing, talking, lighting up the space with an ease he’s never possessed. 

and then he hears you speak. your voice is smooth, effortless, like you’re meant to be heard. every sentence flows into the next, words never fumbling, never uncertain. you make people laugh, pull them in, keep them hanging on to every syllable. sukuna watches, listens, enthralled, before someone leans in and calls you by name—your full name. followed by—

“aren’t you that talk show host?”

and it clicks. you are. he’s seen your face before, flickering on a television screen, a passing glimpse at a life so far removed from his own.

and now he’s irritated. because you talk so easily with everyone but him. and that won’t do.

so he tries. for the first time in centuries, he tries to talk to someone—like a normal person, like it’s something he’s done before, like it’s as easy as you make it look.

but it’s not. it’s a disaster.

he waits until the crowd around you has thinned, takes the seat next to you, and—

“so.” he clears his throat. “you talk to people for a living.”

you turn, blinking, mildly amused. “i do.”

he nods, confident. good start. then nothing. his mind goes blank. shit.

you raise a brow, waiting. sukuna glares at his drink like it’s betrayed him. “how do you do it?”

you tilt your head. “do what?” he gestures vaguely. “talk. keep people engaged.”

you blink. “are you asking me how to hold a conversation?”

his jaw tenses. “no.”

you laugh. he scowls.

he tries again. “what makes a good interview?”

“oh, that’s easy,” you hum. “you have to be genuinely interested in the other person.”

he deadpans.

you smirk. “which means you have to actually listen to what they’re saying.”

“i listen,” he grumbles.

“really?” you lean in. “then what were we just talking about?”

silence. your smirk widens. “you weren’t listening.”

he groans, dragging a hand down his face. this is hell.

but he keeps trying. keeps failing, keeps making an idiot of himself, keeps suffering through every one of your knowing smiles—because for the first time in his miserable, ancient existence, he actually wants to learn.

he wants to talk to you.

and maybe, just maybe, he wants you to talk to him, too.

[hoshifighting]

Hii so like could you either each member reaction or a drabble with woozi (whatever you're more comfortable writing) being sub and you riding them/him and making them cum over and over until they are milked up dry and cannot physically cum anymore

riding seventeen until they cant physically cum anymore (getting milked dry)

WARNINGS: smut, strong overstimulation, cock riding, sensitive content, may not be comfortable to some audiences, you're warned.

seungcheol: starts giggling. not in a “haha that tickles” way but in an “i am so fucked out of my mind i don’t even know what’s happening anymore” way. GETS IN DENIAL TOO!!. like, he’s still gripping your hips, trying to thrust up into you even though his dick is not responding. “no, i can—i can go again, baby, just—just gimme a sec—” except it’s been five minutes, and all he’s done is twitch pathetically underneath you. when you tell him he’s done, he gets all pouty, brows furrowed, whispering, “fuck… you really drained me dry?” like he just realized he isn’t the tank he thought he was.

jeonghan: not even moving anymore. fully limp, sprawled out, arms above his head, legs twitching, eyes hazy as he blinks at the ceiling. broken. defeated. ruined. you squeeze him and there’s nothing—just a weak, pitiful little tremor. “honey, i think you killed me,” he mutters, voice raspy as hell, before exhaling real deep, like he just finished a marathon. gives up completely, just lays there, blinking at you like you just rewired his entire system.

joshua: on the verge of tears. whimpering. shaking. clinging. you try to grind down on him again, but his hips jolt so hard, you swear he’s about to short-circuit. “baby—oh my god—i cant—icanticanticanticanicant” and it’s the most broken, high-pitched plea you’ve ever heard. his hands weakly push at your thighs, but they have no strength.

junhui: prob laughing in disbelief. giggling, eyes red and watery, his head lolled to the side, looking at you with this dazed-ass grin. “oh my god, i’m so done,” he breathes, chest heaving, abs clenching, still twitching with aftershocks. you grind down just a little, just to test, and his whole body spasms, a wrecked whimper escaping him before he laughs even harder, shaking his head like, “nah, babe, you actually ended me. oh? i cant feel my legs? ”

hoshi: BRO IS CLINGING FOR LIFE. good luck with the bruises, because he is full-on latching onto you, fingers digging into your skin, forehead pressed to your shoulder, legs raising in desperate spasms all the time, entire body trembling. “baby, baby, i—i can’t—oh my god—i swear~~~” his voice sooooo broken, and every time his dick twitches uselessly, he lets out the softest little sob, hiding his face in your neck like he’s so embarrassed that you just milked him out of existence.

wonwoo: completely unresponsive. eyes glazed over. mouth open. chest barely rising. looks like he just got hit by a bus. his arms are flopped uselessly at his sides, and when you move, his thighs twitch involuntarily. you squeeze around him and nothing happens—no pulse, no twitch, just nothing. “holy fuck,” he mutters like he just got his soul snatched straight out of his body.

woozi: shaking like a fucking leaf. wrists trembling, legs trembling, hands trembling, chin trembling, abs trembling, breath completely uneven, looking up at you like you just broke him beyond repair. “b-baby, i—i don’t have anything left—” and his voice cracks so hard, you actually feel a little bad. he tries to lift his hips, tries to respond to you, but his body refuses, and when you tell him it’s over, he just collapses back against the sheets. he's not a biiiig fan of aftercare, but that night, he will accept everything you can to repair his pieces together.

minghao: fully dissociating. bro is just staring at the ceiling, chest heaving, hands twitching, looking like he just had an out-of-body experience. you say his name and it takes him five full seconds to even register it. you squeeze around him, testing, and his head instantly tilts back, a wrecked groan falling from his lips, but there’s nothing left. “nah, that’s it, babe,” he breathes, completely spent, just laying there in absolute surrender.

mingyu: whimpering so much, you actually think he might start crying. clinging onto you, lips trembling, eyes wet, entire body twitching. “i—i can’t cum anymore—...?” and his voice breaks mid-sentence, you don't even know if its an affirmation or a quesiton bc he literally can’t. when you try to grind down one more time, his hips buck so hard, he yells, then collapses back, panting, eyes rolling back into his head.

seokmin: fully overstimulated beyond belief. whimpering, shaking, eyes glassy, hands weakly grabbing at your hips like he’s trying to slow you down but has no strength left. “b-baby, please—!!!” when you finally stop, he physically melts into the bed, body slack, chest heaving, just laying there shaking and completely ruined.

seungkwan: full-body twitching. thighs shaking, abs twitching, arms weakly draped over his face, hiding his wrecked expression. “fuck, baby, i’m—i’m done—” he gasps, his voice hoarse as hell, sounding like he just ran up a mountain. when you finally let him go, he just lets out the deepest, shakiest sigh, body going completely slack.

vernon: completely unresponsive part 2. bro is just laying there, eyes blank, mouth slightly open, looking like he just got his entire EXISTENCE reset. you say his name, and nothing. you touch his thigh, and nothing. when he finally blinks, he just tilts his head towards you, chest still rising and falling rapidly “you actually fucked me dry.”

chan: thought he could handle it but by the fourth orgasm, he was whimpering, “no more, no more—”, so now, he is completely silent. doesn’t even try to talk, just stares at you, mouth slightly open, eyes red form crying. he just lays there, staring at you like you just fried his last brain cell.

[hairmetal666]

"Is this always how they act?" Jonathan asks. He has to lean close and yell a little for Robin to hear him over the noise of the house party.

"Yup," she says.

She, Jonathan, and Argyle continue to stare at Eddie, sitting in an easy chair, Steve perched happily on his lap. Eddie has a whole bowl of bbq Lay's, and Steve will lean back for a chip, which Eddie feeds him with a smile.

"And they're definitely not dating?" Argyle asks when Steve leans back to whisper in Eddie's ear, mouth pressed close. It's deeply gratifying that they just got in from California and already they see it.

"Steve says no."

"You think he's lying?" Jonathan asks.

"I think he doesn't realize he likes Eddie yet."

Eddie tugs at Steve's hair, and Steve turns back, gives him a smile that's so intimate Robin can't stare directly at it. Instead, she turns to her friends, but Argyle is still watching Eddie and Steve. He's drumming his fingers against his chin, expression what Robin could only call mischievous.

"What are you planning?" Jonathan asks.

"Just helping some bros find true love."

Jonathan looks mildly concerned but before he can say anything, Nancy makes her appearance. And they're something, becoming something, and she cares about Eddie and Steve getting their shit together, but Nancy is smiling and she's so, so pretty. It's easy to get lost in the blue of her eyes and the sweep of her hair and forget about everything else.

---

A few hours later and they're all sitting around a coffee table in the basement, just the six of them. It's sort of funny, she thinks, how it always ends up being the six of them.

They're crossfaded already, but that hasn't stopped Eddie and Argyle from lighting another joint. Her thoughts have gone light and floaty, all that's holding her to earth the press Steve's leg and Nancy's hand against hers.

Argyle is sort of monologuing and she doesn't think any of them are paying much mind, but then he stops mid-sentence, grips Jonathan's shoulder tight enough that his knuckles go white. "Dudes. What if we played Truth or Dare?"

Nancy snorts. "Not on your life."

"I don't think I can move?" She says. She leans into Steve, sighing with contentment.

"I, for one, would love to see Buckley complete a dare," Eddie says.

She sticks her tongue out at him. "I've done plenty. Band kid, remember?"

"Ugh, curse the horny trumpeters." Eddie slumps on the coffee table in defeat.

"I'll have you know, they were very wholesome games."

Steve squints at her. "Wasn't there an orgy in someone's pool?"

She sniffs, looks away instead of answering, which makes everyone laugh.

"Speaking of sex," Argyle says. "No one catch your eye tonight, Harrington?"

"Wasn't really looking."

"That's new," Jonathan says.

Steve laughs. "I'm tired of hooking up."

He's told her that too, countless times. She thinks the real reason he hasn't dated in months is sitting right next to him, drumming his fingers on the coffee table.

"Maybe you've just lost your touch," Argyle says.

"I have not!" Steve clutches a hand over his heart. "If I wanted to, I could pull any girl upstairs."

"C'mon, my dude, no way you're that good."

"I was!" He looks to Robin, Nancy, Jonathan. "I was, back me up!"

"I don't know, Scoops wasn't your best work," she says.

"No, no, we said Scoops doesn't count! It was the hat. The outfit! I did fine after!"

"I happened to think the sailor costume was very cute," Eddie says.

"Thank you," Steve preens. He shifts away from her to lean into Eddie, who grins.

"I don't think we can trust Eddie's judgement here," Nancy says.

Steve points at her. "Yes, and I remember you being totally uninterested."

She squeaks in indignation, Robin smothering her own giggles behind her hand. "It was--it was hormones!"

"Yeah, very uninterested in me." Jonathan chimes in. There's a little second where no one reacts--the fact that Nancy was technically still with Steve when that happened ringing unspoken between them--before Nancy and Steve start to giggle.

"I've hooked up with everyone I've ever tried to," Argyle chimes in, nonchalant.

"No way," the whole group says.

"I've got the touch."

"C'mon, that literally can't be true just by like...stats," Steve says.

"Don't know what to tell you, my dude." Argyle's smile is smug. "I'm really good."

"You're just jealous," she tells him. She nudges his shoulder so he knows she's joking.

"No! Jealousy has nothing to do with it."

They erupt at that, calling out the obvious lie.

"I'm not upset!" Steve shouts over them. "I'm just saying, it didn't happen. Sorry, Argyle. You have bizzaro charm, but there's no way it has a 100% success rate."

"Sounds like jealousy to me, Stevie." Eddie cocks his head with a smirk.

"Harrington, you're so cute when you're competitive," Argyle says. "Anyway, it worked on--"

"Don't say Jonathan," Nancy, Steve, and Robin all say.

"Hey! Why not me?'

"Well, it's just--" Nancy waves her hand in the air. "You're. I mean. It's not hard."

Jonathan groans, hides his face in his hands as they laugh.

"I'll prove it to you," Argyle says to Steve. "100% success rate."

"What?"

"I'm going to seduce you."

"Oh, shit," she says.

She knows what's going to happen even before Steve puts his hands on his hips, awkwardly cause they're sitting, cocks an eyebrow, and says, "Okay."

Eddie grumbles something she can't make out, but Steve shakes his head, laughs. "Nah, it's just for fun, right?"

"Until it works." Argyle tosses his hair.

Steve rolls his eyes. "Gimme your best shot."

They rearrange around the table, Eddie and Argyle swapping places.

Everyone is quiet for a second, Steve reaches for his drink. "You got great hands, Harrington," Argyle says.

"I--oh, what?" Steve splutters. He goes a little pink, and Robin thinks it's the first time she's seen him this flustered by a compliment.

"Yeah." Argyle takes his hand, traces along his palm and knuckles. "Big. Strong. Like you could really take care of someone."

Eddie kicks the table, sending it rocking, scattering empty cups and chip bags. Steve is crimson, totally oblivious to Eddie's flailing.

"Thanks," he mumbles. He doesn't pull his hand away. Robin, everyone, is riveted.

"No one's ever told you that?"

"No. No one."

"That's too bad. It's probably all about your hair and your eyes and your body."

Steve smiles and it's one she recognizes, flirty and a little wicked. "You noticed my body?"

Argyle laughs. "Oh, c'mon, you know everyone notices that."

"Would you believe it if I told you I don't get enough compliments?"

"Not on your life."

Steve leans into him, giggles. "Well, worth a shot, right?"

"Always. You wanna know the first thing I noticed about you?"

"Ass, right?"

"It was how much you love your friends but you hide it behind a facade of disapproval. Made me think maybe you weren't used to the love you want to give being reciprocated."

They're all locked in on Argyle and Steve, but she notices Eddie flinch, move like he's about to stand, Nancy reaching out to stop him. She thinks, then, for the first time, that maybe this is mean to him. He doesn't know it's not real.

"Oh," Steve says. His voice breaks, a little, and her heart breaks for him. "I--oh."

"Your ass was the second thing I noticed," Argyle quips and the tension around the table breaks, Steve giggling.

With smooth confidence she never would have expected him to possess, Argyle cards his fingers through Steve's hair. "Just had to touch it for myself." His voice is soft.

"That all you want to touch?"

Argyle grins. "Not even a little bit."

She watches, stunned, as Steve leans in, face almost touching Argyle's. Eddie makes a noise, a pained cough, and Steve leaps to his feet.

"I can't kiss you!" He half-yells, stumbling.

"And why not?" Argyle asks. He's got a wild smile on his face.

"I'm in love with Eddie!" Steve's eyes are wide, panicked.

"I'm sorry," Steve says to him. "Eddie, I--"

But before he can get the words out, Eddie's climbing over the coffee table, sending drinks and snacks flying, the calls for him to get down ignored as he trips into Steve's arms.

"You love me?" Eddie asks.

"I'm sorry I couldn't say it before. I--got in my head about it and I--I hoped it didn't seem like I was leading you on because my words kept getting stuck, and--"

"Sweetheart." Eddie stops him. "I--" He breaks off, notices that the rest of them are raptly listening to the confession. "Do you want to go somewhere we can talk?"

They disappear upstairs, and she turns to Argyle in awe. "I can't believe that actually worked."

"What can I say, I'm a miracle worker. Are there more Doritos?"

---

Early in the morning, they're piled in Nancy's station wagon, Jonathan driving them home. She and Nancy are in the middle seat, Steve and Eddie in the back. Steve's curled against him, face pressed to his neck, hidden by a cloud of hair. She wants to ask what happened, how their conversation went, if they're official and how long Steve's known he's in love, but Nancy moves closer, head dropping to Robin's shoulder. Their fingers entwine and Robin closes her eyes, smiles.

"Tomorrow?" Nancy asks.

She nods. "Tomorrow."

[sturniqlo]

KINKTOBER WEEK 3 | SMASH OR PASS- M.S

summary: where playing smash or pass with fictional characters turns into something more with matt

cw: cursing, SMUT; slight dom!matt, making out, fingering, unprotected p in v, backshots, creampie, spanking, hair pulling, aftercare

an: happy smutday- i mean thursday!!

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tonight, y/n and her best friend, matt, were having a sleepover. before the night even started, matt had picked her up from her place and drove the two of them to the store to buy snacks and drinks for the night ahead of them.

as they walked around the grocery store, she had realized just how full the cart has gotten. "fuck, we've gotta get rid of some stuff." she picked up a random bag of peanuts. "bro, i didn't even realize how full it got." he giggled, picking up a few snacks he actually wanted.

once they arrived back at her place, it was matt's turn to order dinner for the two of them. "how's pizza sound?" he asked, his phone open to the postmates. "so good, get a stuffed crust, please." she looked at him with pleading eyes. "i will, i will." she smiled, she then went back to look for a movie.

that was a few hours ago. they were now playing smash or pass. "okay, okay, uh- the guy from tangled." matt snaps his fingers trying to think of his name. "flynn rider?" he nods. "oh i'd smash him any day. he can break into my tower." she smirks, taking a sip from her soda can.

"you're insane." matt laughs. "okay, my turn. let's see... betty boop." she looks at him. "smash... that's a classic, too easy. give me another one." she smirks at the thought. "fine.." she thinks for a few seconds before speaking.

"me." she smirks, raising her eyebrows at him. "y- you?" he stutters. "me." she confirms. "i- i would." he gulps, feeling himself grow hard at the thought. there had been far too many thoughts of her in that situation. "you would what?" she scoots closer to him. "y/n.." matt whispers.

"you would what, matt?" she repeats, feeling herself getting wet at the way he said her name. "smash." he finally says. "yeah? you'd fuck me?" she grabs a hold of his chin, bringing their faces inches apart. "i've been thinking about it for so fucking long." he wastes no time, brings his hand to the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss.

"mmm." she hums in satisfaction, feeling his soft lips on hers. their kiss hard and messy. she pulls away for a second, pushing him back so that he rests against the back of the couch. climbing onto his lap, matt's hands come to rest on her hips. "are you okay with this?" she asks him. "more than okay." he smiles before closing the gap again.

their tongues fight for dominance, his winning so he now has control. her hips roll against his and she feels his hard bulge. "so hard already, matt." she mumbles against his lips. "all for you, babe." he grips her ass in his hands. she gasps at the sudden feeling.

as they keep making out on the couch, she pulls away and throws her hoodie off of her and tosses it somewhere in her living room, leaving her in her bra. "fuck." matt groans at the sight of her cleavage. "can i?" matt presses a kiss on her shoulder, his finger ghosting over her bra strap. "yes, take it off for me."

his hand comes behind her back, easily unclasping her bra. he lets it fall down her arms before grabbing it and tossing it with her sweater. "so beautiful, look at you." he mumbles, awing at the sight of her tits. her nipples hardening at the change in temperature. matt brings his hands up and squeezes one in his hand, running his thumb over her nipple. she gasps.

"you like that, yeah?" he smirks, rolling the bud between two fingers, hearing her whimper. she nods, rolling her hips against him some more. "stand up." he says lowly, patting her thigh. she does as he says and he stands behind her, moving her loose hair over her left shoulder. pressing wet kisses along the exposed skin of her neck. she sighs in pleasure, leaning her head against his shoulder.

matts hands come around her her waist, caressing the soft skin of her belly, slowing creeping down to the waistband of her short. "take these off for me, please." he says into her ear, fiddling with the button. she hums, replacing his hands with hers, unbuttoning her jean shorts and letting them pool around her feel. "good girl." his hand comes back down, slightly touching her covered cunt. she practically moans at the pet name.

"on the couch." he nips on her neck and pats the side of her thigh. she nods, getting on all fours on the couch. her forearms resting on the head of the couch, and her ass sticking out. matt discards of his shirt, coming up behind her and rubbing his hand over her ass cheek. "so pretty." he mumbles, kissing up her spine. his hands runs up her body.

he then pulls back, admiring her almost naked body. he looks at her thin grey thong that already had a wet patch. "look at you, already so wet for me." his fingertip tracing her covered slit. "matt." she whines, arching her back at the small, yet teasing touch. "what, baby?" he smirks knowing she's getting impatient, just wanting him to do something.

"please." she turns her head around to see him and wiggles her ass against him as he leans his front against her. he groans at the contact, his cock feeling suffocated under his underwear and jeans. "so needy, yeah?" matt spanks her. she jolts at the sudden impact, the sting hurting so good. "again." she leans her head against her arm. "you like that? such a dirty girl." he rubs his hand over the red skin before hitting that same spot again, making her whimper.

matt looks down and sees that the wet patch on her thong has grown. he curses under his breath knowing he caused that. he wastes no time in booking his finger on the sides of the material and slides them down to her thighs. she helps him out but lifting each one of her knees so he can slip them completely off. she spreads her legs a bit more, giving him a better view of her dripping pussy.

matt sees her glistening core and grows harder, unbuttoning his pants to give him a bit more freedom. "so wet." he whispers, dipping his fingers into her hole, collecting some of her wetness. "please, matt." she's had enough of his teasing. "okay, okay. i'll give you want you want." he leans and gives her shoulder a kiss.

finally, he slides his two fingers from her hole down to her clit. he circles the sensitive bud. "shit- just like that." she pushes her ass back, moaning. "you like that?" his fingers moving back up to her hole. pushing two of his fingers in slowly, letting her get used to the feeling. "f- fuck!" she gasps, feeling his long fingers massaging her walls.

"so good, matt." y/n says. matt pumps his fingers faster, seeing his fingers shining with her arousal when they slip out. "keep- keep going." she starts to feel the pressure build up in her lower belly. matt can feel her pussy clenching around his fingers and slips out before she can get closer to her climax. "matt." she whimpers at the loss of contact.

"sorry, baby. i want you to come on my cock." he licks his fingers clean. "taste so good." y/n turns on her back and sees matt with a flustered look on his face, shirtless and his unbuttoned pants. she brings her arms out and matt hovers over her his hands coming to rest besides her head. her arms go around his neck. thier lips colliding into a messy kiss. y/n can taste herself on his tongue.

"gonna fuck you now, back on your knees." he cups her cheek, pressing one last kiss on her lips. she smirks at his words and turns back around into her original position, arching her back a bit more. matt slips his pants off along with his boxers, letting his hard cock spring up. he rubs himself a couple of times before running his leaking tip along her folds.

"y'ready, baby?" he bites back a groan. "yes- fuck." she whimpers. matt, slowly pushes his cock in holding her hips to steady himself. "oh- you're so big." she cries, feeling his dick stretch her out. matt groans as soon as he bottoms out, looking down to where they're connected, seeing her hold stretch out to accommodate to his size.

"move- please move." she puts her hand over his that rests on her hip. matt nods even though she isn't facing him. he starts to thrust in and out of her. "oh fuck!" she throws her head to the side.

"feel so good wrapped around me, baby. shit!" he slaps her ass cheek. seeing the skin turn red. "matt!" he groans feeling her pussy clench around his dick. "squeezing me so hard." matt reaches up and wraps her long hair around her hand, slightly pulling on it. "yes- yes!" she moans at the stinging of her scalp. matt pulls on the makeshift ponytail until she's on her knees leaning flush against his chest.

matt continues thrusting into her from behind, kissing along her neck and moaning into her skin hearing her moan from him hitting deep spots inside of her. "fuck- i'm so- i'm so close." she brings a hand behind his head and turning her head so they can meet in a kiss. "mm." she hums into the kiss. matt pulls away from the kiss, holding her chin in his hand. "come for me, come all over my dick."

"yes- gonna come for you." she whines, her eyes fluttering in pleasure. with a couple more thrusts she's cums. "fuck! i'm cumming!" she turns limp against him. matt rides her through her high and he then cums inside of her. "so good." she mumbles. "you did so good for me, babe." he coos, moving bits a pieces of her hair from her face.

matt carries her from the couch to her room to clean her up. knowing her place like the back of his hand, he knows where to get a rag. he cleans himself off before going to back to her and wiping the cum that is seeping out of her. she slightly hissed. "m' sorry, almost done." he kisses her thigh. matt gets her to pee before changing her into a pair of sweatpants and hoodie.

"well, i'd say 'smash or pass' was a great game since it ended up with us fucking." matt says as he lays on her. "you're unbelievable, matt." she giggles. "answer this one f'me, smash or pass... jack skellington." he looks up at her.

"smash."

[d3arapril]

PUSH 2 START | p.b

pushin' on my buttons with no hesitation, gas me up give me motivation

pairing: paige bueckers x f!reader word count: 5.4k words of pure filth sorry not sorry warnings/tags: sexual content. VACATION PAIGE!!!, they get drunk and nasty FRRR, dom!paige, oral, fingering, strap usage (yes i finally wrote it), squirting, doggy, spanking, overstim - bro i could literally go on and on, just read it lol. (reminder - don't like it? don't read it)‼️ ᡣ𐭩 this idea quite literally came to me in a dream. this wasn't supposed to be full on smut but obviously i got carried away & ended up writing quite possibly the dirtiest thing i've ever written.... i listened to tyla's album on repeat whilst writing hence the random title. enjoy :D as always feedback & reblogs are appreciated x

“Think I have heatstroke.”

You roll your eyes from where you’re sat on the balcony, distracted from the half eaten packet of lays sat in your lap. You shift in your seat to crane your neck around to look at Paige through the glass doors, sun beaming down onto your skin.

“We were outside for like, half an hour.”

The Greek sun was no joke. You'd both decided to treat yourselves to a last minute vacation, frantically booking one of the nicest apartments you could both find a week prior to departure. Seven days on a Greek island was your idea of heaven and Paige had willingly agreed, claiming she needed some sun.

However, what she wasn't prepared for was the sun being the hottest thing she'd ever felt in her 23 years of being alive– her words.

The blonde groans from where she’s splayed out on the bed. The crisp, white sheets are a nice contrast against her newly tanned skin, body wrapped in a white fluffy towel.

You stand up from the chair, grimacing at the sting of your legs unsticking from the plastic. The packet of lays gets abandoned on the small table before you and your toes burn against the hot tile as you hop back into the bedroom, pulling the door shut behind you.

Paige doesn't flinch when she hears you come in, cheek smooshed against the sheets. She hums in the back of her throat when you scratch at her scalp as you pass her, her hair still slightly damp from the shower.

"You gonna make it to dinner, champ?"

A breath of a laugh leaves Paige as she pushes herself up with another groan, towel loosely tucked around her body. You're busy sorting through the selection of dresses you'd packed when you feel her wrap her arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

Her head juts towards the white dress hanging up in the closet. "Wear that one."

It's a fairly simple dress- plain white with a racer style neckline and ruffled skirt. You take it off the rail and hold it up in front of you, head tilting as you study it. "Really? It's kind of boring."

"Nah," Paige's hands rub up and down your sides, nose nudging against your cheek. "S'my favourite." She punctuates her sentence with a kiss to your jaw. It's seemingly innocent, but you know the girl well enough by now.

You slip out of her grip, dress in hand, before she can try anything, grabbing a pair of white strappy heels as you go.

"I'm gonna get ready in the bathroom," you're heading towards said room before she can stop you. "Reservation is at 8!"

You're sat on the couch, impatiently tapping a heel against the flooring. You tap against your phone screen to check the time for what felt like the hundredth time– you only had five minutes to get to the restaurant. Somehow, Paige always managed to take so long to get ready. You'd tried to get into the bedroom to see what was taking her so long but the door was locked so you were forced to sit and wait for her like her chauffeur.

You're scrolling through TikTok when you hear the lock click on the door. You huff, grabbing your bag from beside you. Standing up, you run a hand down your dress to flatten out any creases and when you look up Paige is stood in the doorway.

She's got her hair slicked back in her classic bun and she's wearing a white shirt with a simple black crop top underneath. The shorts she's wearing are black, too and she's wearing the Nike's you bought for her. She stands in silence, hands tucked into her pockets as she watches you take her all in.

You slink towards her, heels clicking against the tiles. You're aware you're probably staring at her like she's a piece of meat but you can't find it in you to car when she looks this good, plus it's not like she would complain.

"You're late," you hum, pulling her in by the belt loops. "What took you so long?"

She shrugs, opting to not respond. Instead, her hands reach out to rub down your back. "You look..." She pauses, leaning back. Her eyes start from your heels, trailing up your legs. Her gaze pauses on your chest for a second before meeting your eyes. "Really fucking good."

The pink of her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she takes your hand and holds it above your head. "Twirl for me."

You do as she says, giddily spinning in a circle for her. Her teeth pull at her bottom lip as she watches you, the vanilla from your perfume hitting her like some sort of pheromone. You drive her insane.

"You like?"

"You know I like. We're matching."

Before you can respond, the sudden dread of missing your reservation hits you and you're kicked into gear, eyes widening as you cast a glance at your phone in your hand.

"Fuck, we're late!"

You pull Paige by the wrist as you frantically leave the apartment, locking the door behind you and walking as fast as you could in your heels to the restaurant.

Alcohol in Europe is different to the alcohol in America– it's somehow much, much stronger.

You'd had an amazing dinner, followed by some amazing cocktails. What was supposed to only be one or two turned into arguably too many and before you knew it you were both stumbling back to the apartment.

The front door is opened and shut again faster than you can blink and you're pressed against it before your brain can catch up with you. Your head spins a little when you tilt it up to give Paige access to your neck, dazed smile spreading across your lips.

"Mmmm," Paige all but moans against your skin, licking a stripe up your neck. "Tastes good."

"Might be the alcohol." the words leave you lazily, slurred. Paige pulls back to look at you, eyes glazed over.

"Nah, s'all you."

You pull her in with a hand gripping the back of her neck, lips slotting against hers. It's hot, messy- her tongue slides against yours and you taste the alcohol on her breath. Ordinarily, you'd make a joke about her needing to brush her teeth but you're fully aware you're just as bad so you remain silent, just kiss her deeper and softly moan into her mouth.

When you part from each other you're both panting, string of spit separating the two of you. You lick your lips and it breaks, clinging to your bottom lip. Paige's thumb reaches up to wipe it away, pad of her thumb pressing against you. She just stares at you as she swipes the digit across slowly, smudging the remainder of your lip liner down your chin.

"So fucking fine," she murmurs, eyes trained on your lips. Your tongue darts out to lick at her thumb, smirk forming when she lets out a shaky breath. "You tryna kill me?"

"Maybe." you smirk at her, pushing at her shoulders until she stumbles back. You glide past her and head to the lounge, the blonde hot on your heels.

She catches you by the couch, arms caging you in from behind. You let her, of course. The cat and mouse game is usually fun but when you're this desperate, there are plenty other things you'd rather be doing.

"So many rooms to choose from," Paige whispers against the shell of your ear, "So many places to fuck you in."

Your knees almost give out and you're sure they would've if it wasn't for Paige holding you up, her chest pressed tight to your back.

"Could fuck you here," a flick of her head gestures to the couch.

Her hands find your chest, squeezing at your tits through the fabric of your dress. "Or on the counter, on the balcony."

You're abnormally quiet, nodding at whatever she says. She snickers, hands trailing down further until they reach the hem of your dress. Paige knows that when you're speechless, she's doing something right.

"You want that?"

"Yes."

"Which?"

"All of them."

She spins you around and you have to grab onto her to steady yourself. Her cheeks are all flushed and she's clearly just as drunk as you.

"Gonna let me?"

You feel like you're going to cry from how badly you want it.

You nod eagerly, gripping the fabric of her shirt. You want to rip it off of her, lick all over her tan lines and have your way with her but you let her have this one; you can tell she's in the mood to take control and you'd never be one to deny her of that.

She wrestles herself from your tight grip and flops down on the couch, legs spread and arms wide across the back cushions. You're still stood in your spot, hands now awkwardly by your sides as you wait for her to tell you what to do.

"Take it off."

You lean down to slip off your heels but she stops you with a cough.

"Keep 'em on, I meant your dress."

"But-"

"Off, c'mon."

You stand up straight again, gripping the hem of your dress and pulling it up and off your body. It's a bit of a struggle and you stumble around slightly but it eventually slides off of your head. It drops beside you and you're left in a simple matching white set.

Despite the alcohol coursing through your body, you still manage to feel shy under Paige's heavy gaze. She's still sat in the same position, eyes raking over your body.

"C'mere."

You toe towards her with careful steps, nothing but the sound of your heels clicking against the tile and both of your heavy breaths echoing throughout the room. You're standing between her legs, much like you were earlier, and she still doesn't move from her spot, fingers gripping at the cushions of the couch.

Paige’s gaze remains locked on yours, her lips curling into a smirk as she leans back further into the couch, making no move to close the distance between you. Her liquid confidence oozes with the weight of her stare and the longer she waits the more your heartbeat thuds in your ears.

“Closer." she murmurs, her voice low.

You inch forward until your shins hit the leather of the couch. You try to stop your hands from shaking, try to act like this is any other time you've been in this situation but there's something about having the entire space to yourself that makes this feel so different, so intense.

"Do you plan to do this all night, or?" your voice comes out quieter than you'd intended.

She lets out a laugh, arms reaching forward to pull you in by your hips. You fall into her lap, bracing yourself against her shoulders to soften the impact.

"I just like lookin' at you," Paige licks her lips, glossy eyes looking up at you. "So sexy, you know that?" Her left hand smooths up your torso, grips at the fat of your chest and squeezes.

You whimper pathetically at the contact, your hands moving from their spot on her shoulders to her hair. You mess with the hair ties and pull the bun free, fingers brushing through the blonde strands. Paige hisses when your nails scratch against her scalp, hips pushing upwards against your own.

Her right hand slides around your back and she pulls you down until your chests are pressed together. You kiss her, open mouthed and messy as your tongue laps at hers, grinding down against her. The rough metal of her zipper presses against you through the thin material of your underwear and you whimper against her mouth, eyebrows drawing together at the feeling.

Paige's left hand finds home on your ass, squeezing and guiding you to rock against her. You whimper into the kiss as she uses her hold on you to grind you down onto her harder, tongue pushing further into your mouth. You can feel the heat radiating off of her, can smell the scent of the shampoo she used in the shower this afternoon and taste the alcohol on her tongue. You're practically drunk on her let alone the alcohol, and she's definitely drunk on you, too.

You're so caught up in the moment you're not prepared for Paige to flip you around. You let out a small ah! as she does so, head spinning from the sudden movement. Your back is now against the cushions, leather sticking to your sweaty skin. The blonde slips down onto the tiles in front of you, now kneeling between your legs.

"Hold 'em." Paige's hands are at the backs of your knees, pushing them up until they're almost at your chest. The heels of your shoes knock together and it's a reminder that you're actually still wearing them. You do as she says, clammy hands gripped tight over hers. You watch with bated breath as she slips her hands from your grip, thumb coming to press against your clit through your panties. It's a soft touch but it's enough to make you gush again; what was once a thick white material now a glossy, sheer mess.

"Fuck," Paige breathes. She moves her thumb in small, gentle circles around the clothed area. Your head falls back against the cushion of the couch, mouth open in a silent moan. "This all for me?"

"Always," you murmur, licking your lips as you move your heavy head, eyes meeting hers. "It's yours."

"Yeah it is," Paige nods, her voice coming out strained. She moves to slide her hands up the backs of your thighs and hooks both thumbs into your panties, pulling them up and off your legs until they're hanging around your ankle, exposing your pussy. "So good." she purrs, leaning forward to press open mouthed kisses against you. You suck in a breath when her tongue laps up your slit, nails digging into the skin of your thighs.

She moves slowly at first, and for a moment you wonder if it's because of her own drunkenness, but the longer she goes on the more you're reminded of just how good she is at this. You feel like you're going to explode at the slightest touch, every stroke of her tongue against your clit sending shocks of pleasure through your entire body.

"Paige," you moan repeatedly, her name coming out like a prayer. She hums against you, hands pressing against the backs of your thighs to keep you spread open for her.

You gasp at the feeling of her warm, wet muscle pushing past your folds to languidly dip against your entrance. "Oh fuck, fuck- babe."

She's sloppy with it, a mixture of your juices and her spit dripping down between your ass and onto the couch. You'll scold her for doing this here tomorrow but right now it's your last concern.

Your toes curl when she shakes her head against you, tongue flicking against your clit. "Gonna make me cum," the words leave you as a sob, mouth hanging open. You feel the wetness between your thighs increase even more when you hear her moan, the vibrations shooting pleasure straight up your spine. "Feels so good."

Paige's fingers dig harder into the skin of your thighs as she continues to lap at you. She pushes her tongue into you again and then moves upwards, pressing sloppy kisses against your swollen clit.

"Yeah, right there, please-" you choke on your own words, the feeling of her nose brushing against your sensitive skin making you jolt. You can't stop the loud cry that leaves you as she sucks your clit back into her mouth, tongue massaging against it.

The room is spinning and your legs start to cramp from how hard your muscles are tensed, nails almost piercing into your skin when the chord in your stomach suddenly snaps. You're practically crying, eyes rolled back in your head when it hits you. Paige helps you ride it out, keeping you pressed to the couch whilst she drinks up your slick. You're trembling, stomach rippling from the intensity.

You expect Paige to pull away, lean up and give you a messy kiss like she normally would but instead she slides two fingers up and down your pussy, gathering your wetness on the tips before she's pushing them into you.

"Wait," you whimper, feet kicking in the air. "Babe, wait, I just- I'm-"

"You're good," she murmurs, lips brushing against the inside of your thigh as her fingers slowly pump in and out of you. "I got you, just relax."

You mewl, letting her have her way with you. She starts off slow, fingers curling up deep. The sound is obscene, with every flick of her fingers the wet sound fills the air but you feel no shame, if anything it just turns you on more.

Paige definitely feels you flood her fingers because she picks up the pace, thrusting her fingers deeper into you, curling them with each stroke. Your entire body is coated in sweat, droplets beading against your skin. Her other hand moves from its place on your thigh to spread you wider, opening you up to her even more.

It's all too much; the heat, the way you're spread open for her, the pressure building deep in your stomach. She adds a third finger and the stretch makes you sob, legs starting to shake in your grip.

"I can't," the words spill from you, incoherently. "Please, please I can't."

"Shhh," Paige coos, leaning down to kiss the back of your thigh. "You can, gonna make you cum again."

She curls her fingers and the tip of her middle finger brushes against that spot, her palm pressing down against your clit. The feeling is so intense and you can't do anything but whine, thighs shaking around her.

"So good to me," Paige breathes out, heart hammering in her chest. She watches the way your pussy clings to her fingers, the digits now glistening as she pulls them out of you before thrusting back in. "She loves me, hm?"

You nod feebly, tears slipping down your cheeks, head lolling against the cushions of the couch.

Paige is relentless, fucking her fingers into you with such force you can feel the pressure in your ass. Your legs are starting to burn and so are your hips and it feels like a balloon is being blown up in your stomach, pressure becoming harder to ignore with every pump of her fingers.

"M'gonna cum, fuck, Paige-"

You cum for the second time with a broken sob and you hear it before you feel it, the distant sound of a splash against the tiles below you followed by Paige's load groan. It hits you hard, legs quivering as you squirt around her fingers, the wetness coating the floor. She slips her fingers out quick enough for another gush to leave you, trickling down your ass and onto the leather.

She moans, watching it play out in front of her. It's the hottest thing she's ever seen, her fingers now rubbing against your clit in quick motions.

"Again, again."

"Fuck, I can't-"

"Again." she demands but the word leaves her like she's begging, voice a pitch higher.

It's embarrassing how fast the heat builds in your stomach again, and before you can stop it you're squirting all over again, pussy clenching against nothing as you cry out.

Paige leans down, tongue slipping between your folds to drink you up. You're sobbing, trying to get away from her but you can barely move.

"You're okay," Paige mumbles, soothing her hand down your quivering leg. "I got you, s'okay."

A moment passes, Paige's head resting against the back of your thigh as she strokes her soaked hand against the other. You drop your legs ungracefully, stretching your limbs and groaning when your hips and knees crack after being bent for so long.

"That sobered me up." you whisper, heavy eyelids threatening to close. "Did they put viagra in your drink?"

Paige stifles a laugh, her own knees cracking when she stands up. She holds out a hand you to help you up and you take it with a shaky one of your own. You grimace at the feeling of the wet leather sticking to your bare skin, standing up.

"You ruined the couch."

"Says the one who squirted like a fucking firehose." Paige's hand comes up to push the hair from her face, a bead of sweat dripping down her temple. "S'not my fault I do that to you."

You groan, pushing at her shoulder. "Shut up."

Paige laughs and drops her hands to your hips, walking you backwards towards the bedroom. You stumble a little, bambi-like legs struggling in your heels.

"Get on the bed."

You're pushed backwards onto the bed, bouncing slightly when you hit the sheets. Your chest is heaving, heart still thumping wildly in your chest. Paige is climbing over you, caging you in with her arms and legs. Her lips ghost the shell of your ear,

"Still gotta fuck you in here."

She ducks down and connects your lips, teeth knocking against yours as she does so. Her hips grind down against yours and your hands snake under the fabric of her shirt, pushing it off her shoulders. Paige pulls back to shrug it off of her and throw it blindly behind her, reaching back to pull her crop top off in one fluid movement. She's braless, tan lines from her bikini top prominent against her now tanned skin. The sight alone makes you moan.

You both shimmy up the bed, lips still connected, and when the back of your head hits the pillow Paige's lips are on your neck. You sigh, hand smoothing down her back. Her skin is damp and so is yours, the smell of sex filling the air.

"Please, babe," you whimper, fingers pulling at the waistband of her shorts. Paige hums, sitting up to push them down her legs and kick them off.

"Hmm," she murmurs, fingers sliding over your cheek, thumb resting against your bottom lip. You part your lips, tongue swiping out to lick the pad of her thumb. "You gonna do something for me?"

"Anything."

Wordlessly, Paige pulls off her boxers with practiced ease and begins crawling over you. Her hand rests against the headboard as she steadies herself, the other reaching down to cup her pussy. You lick your lips, eyes flickering between hers and her cunt.

"Please," the word is soft, leaving you breathlessly. "I wanna taste you, please."

"Yeah?" she tilts her head, the pad of her index finger sliding up and down her slit. You watch her gather her wetness and then bring it up to her clit, circling the bud. "Wanna make me cum?"

"Please, please." you grip at her thighs, nails digging into her skin. Paige moans at the feeling, her own hand now moving faster against herself. "Wanna make you feel good."

Paige's hand leaves her pussy and she hovers above you, holding onto the headboard. You lift your head and stick your tongue out, eager for her to sit on you. You whine when she hovers her pussy just above your mouth, tongue swiping out to lick against her folds.

"Fuck, yeah," Paige moans, head dropping forward. Her left hand grips the headboard whilst her right holds onto her pussy, spreading herself open for you. "Yeah, good girl."

The praise goes straight to your core and you moan, tongue darting out again. She's finally sat on your face and your head falls back against the pillow, licking at her cunt like a woman starved.

She starts grinding against your tongue, the slick sounds filling the air. You're making a mess of yourself, saliva dribbling down your chin as you lap at her, tongue dipping inside her.

"S'good," Paige pants, grip against the headboard tightening. "Yeah, like that-oh fuck."

Your tongue flicks against her clit, your thighs squeezing together as a you feel your pussy gush just from making her feel good. She's so warm and wet and tastes so good and you can't get enough, tongue lapping at her clit in quick, harsh motions.

"Keep- fuck- keep doing that," her head drops forward and her hips cant, her movements becoming sloppy as she chases her high. "Right there, yes-"

Her legs start shaking, the muscles quivering under your touch and her hand reaches down, smoothing against your hair. Her hips move erratically, chasing her orgasm.

"Oh fuck, m'gonna cum." she pants, a bead of sweat rolling down the valley of her breasts. "Keep- yeah, yeah-"

Paige cries out with a broken moan, her orgasm washing over her. She's shaking all over, groaning as you keep lapping at her clit. You drink her up, moaning against her pussy.

"Please," she begs, her voice high pitched. "Fuck, I can't."

She's cut off by her own sob, eyes rolling back in her head. The room is filled with her moans, the sound bouncing off the walls and mixing with the obscene sounds coming from where your mouth is.

Paige is squirming on top of you, the sensation of overstimulation sending waves of pleasure through her body. Two can play at that game, you think.

"So good to me," Paige manages to choke out between moans, teeth gritted. "My fucking girl, s'so good."

You're drunk off of her, her words of encouragement only spurring you on. You roll your tongue against her clit, nails pressing down harder into her skin. Paige fights against your grip, hips lifting up as she pants heavily, forehead pressed against the wall.

She shakily moves her hips backwards and away from your mouth, now sitting across your hips. You're breathing just as heavily, the room spinning around you. Your chest is heaving and your eyes are half lidded as you stare up at her, lips red and puffy.

"You're so hot," you mumble, eyes drifting across her chest. The words leaving you before you can even process them.

Paige snickers, running a hand through her hair. "I know."

"So fucking annoying."

"You love it."

And well, she's not wrong. You reach up, cupping her tits and giving them a firm squeeze. Her hands reach up to cover yours, leaning into your grip.

"You want it?"

It takes a moment for your brain to catch up and figure out what she's referring to but when she gestures down to her crotch with a nod of her head, the cogs turn into place.

Paige spots the excitement in your eyes because she sniggers, tongue kissing her teeth. "'Course you do."

She clambers off of you, slight wobble in her legs as she does so. The moonlight dances through the room and you can see the sweat beading against her back, muscles rippling when she digs through her suitcase.

When she turns back she's got the harness briefs dangling from her fingers, skin coloured dildo fisted in the other hand. She wiggles her eyebrows at you and you roll your eyes back at her, urging her to get on with it.

She stands at the end of the bed, slipping the boxers over her feet and up her legs. She fits the dildo into place, bottom lip pulled between her teeth in concentration when she fumbles slightly.

You watch her with bated breath, squeezing at your covered tits mindlessly.

"Keep that on," Paige mumbles, nodding towards your bra. She crawls onto the bed, stopping at your feet. "Turn over for me."

You flip over with a groan, using what little strength you had left to keep your chest flat to the mattress, ass high in the air. Just how you know she liked it.

She affirms your thoughts with a soft moan at the sight of you, moving further up the bed. You feel the plastic brush up against you and it makes your thighs twitch, ass jutting up higher for her touch.

Her hands smooth against your ass, squeezing at the fat of it when you back up against her again. "Someone's impatient."

"C'mon." you urge, shaking your ass just enough to get her to fold. It works, of course, because she moans again- deeper this time. She grips the base of the dildo and slides it between your folds, blunt head nudging your clit. You're still soaking wet, the plastic glistening before she's even put it in you.

"Damn," the word leaves Paige automatically, pupils blown out as she admires your mess. "Ask me nicely and I'll put it in."

You groan against the sheets, fits gripping the cotton tightly. "Please, Paigey."

The nickname gets you a harsh slap to the ass, the impact stinging your skin. You suck in a breath through your teeth but the smirk grows across your lips despite it all.

"Fuck me Paigey, please."

"Shut the fuck up."

She slides in with one smooth motion, intrusion bringing your brows up to your hairline. It stings slightly but the familiar is welcomed, comforting almost.

"Gonna fuck you now," Paige's hands smooth down your back, coming to rest at the base of your spine. "Gonna make you fucking cry."

You strain your neck against the bed to get a peek at her and you're not sure you've ever seen her this wound up before- her eyes are wide, a red flush travelling across her chest and up to her cheeks. She's fucked.

Her hips draw back and then slam back into you, the sound of skin on skin deafening you. She's unforgiving, nails digging into your skin as she uses your hips as leverage to fuck into you. She's grunting with each thrust, bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

"Yeah, yeah-" you whine, eyes screwed shut as the blonde ruins you. You can just about hear how wet you are over the sound of her skin smacking against yours, the recognisable squelch of your pussy getting louder when she grants you with another slap to the ass. "You fuck me so go-ood."

"Yeah?" Paige breathes out, slapping your ass again. Her hand tingles from the force but she ignores it, slapping your other ass cheek with the same hand. "Whose pussy is this? Hm?"

You can barely respond, body jostling against the sheets.

"Is it mine, baby?"

You nod against the sheets, helpless.

Another slap.

"Tell me."

"It's yours!" you cry out, fingers practically ripping holes into the sheets. "Yoursyoursyours-"

"Fuck yeah it is."

She pistons in and out of you at an ungodly speed and it makes you dizzy- so dizzy you don't even feel your orgasm approaching until you're on the edge, threatening to tip over.

"Cumming!" is all you can let out, the word caught in your chest as your spine curls inwards, heels kicking up against your girlfriend. It hits you like a truck, legs spasming and arms stretching out against the sheets as you cream against Paige. You see spots in your vision, eyes crossing as the pleasure consumes you. You feel everything, and then all of a sudden- nothing.

"You good princess?"

You crack an eye open to see Paige laying beside you, propped up on an elbow. She's gently stroking your cheek with her thumb, hair now pulled up into a messy bun atop of her head.

"Did I die?"

She snickers, leaning across to press a kiss to your forehead. "I killed that pussy, maybe."

You release the sheets that's still gripped in your hand to shove the blonde back but she just sticks her tongue out at you, reaching behind her for a glass of water left on the bedside drawer.

"Drink some, you need it."

She holds it to your mouth and you chug it down, dry throat welcoming the fluid. "I seriously passed out?"

"Eh," Paige shrugs, rubbing down your back. "You were conscious, just about."

"Wow," you roll onto your front, ache between your thighs making itself evident. "You did a number on me."

"Same again tomorrow?"

Your palm smooshes against her face, pushing her away with a laugh.

"Your turn tomorrow, Bueckers."

[mihii-i]

idk if you write for more than one character at a time, but can i please request the male hashira x gn reader headcanons for when their crush sits on their lap? mostly fluff maybe slight spice? thanks

when you sit on their lap hcs

Pairing(s): male hashira x gn!reader (except muichiro)

CW: sfw, slightly suggestive, gn!reader, lap sitting, very suggestive on tengen’s part, slight mention of thigh riding and grinding

A/N: again, I am so sorry this took awhile because I was on vacation I will be working on what’s in my inbox now <33

Gyomei is weirdly calm about it

Probably because he’s blind or cause he doesn’t have a hard time keeping his composure

He’ll adjust himself so you have a more comfortable position to sit in

Keeps his arms wrapped around your waist or torso to help you balance on his thigh or wherever you’re sitting down

Rests his chin onto your head occasionally

Sometimes forgets to tell you to get off, and you guys just remain in that position for a long time just talking like normal

Another hashira would have to see you two and point it out in order for you to finally get off

Gyomei would apologize if necessary and let you off calmly

“Y/N, I enjoy you sitting on me, we should have more conversations like this.”

Sanemi on the other hand is a little more aggressive…

When you sit down on his lap, he’s completely flustered, his face bright red and hot

He’d yell at you to get off, even though he made no effort to get you off

We know you enjoy it Sanemi it’s okay

If you got off, he’d growl under his breath and try to scoot himself closer to you until you sat back on him

If you stay on his lap, he averts his eyes from yours, and grits his teeth while blushing furiously

After some time of awkward silence of him holding your waist and you cuddling him in his lap, a thread basically snaps inside him, and he pulls you close to him, burying his face into your neck

Sanemi would plant your hips down using his bare hands, and press his teeth to your neck, making sure there’s no space between the two of you

“You got me all hot and bothered, Y/N. Now take responsibility you damn brat.”

Rengoku would have a fairly normal, but excited reaction

He would laugh loudly and hug you tightly, smiling up/down at you as you’re situated on his lap

He allow you to rest your head onto his shoulder in a loving manner

Bro literally can’t stop smiling the whole time you’re on his lap

You two just sit there in a joyful manner, hugging each other tightly while laughing and smiling casually

Rengoku definitely holds onto you as tight as he can after atleast 10 minutes of cuddling

He just can’t get enough, you’re too cute

Probably also presses an overwhelming amount of kisses to your cheek every 20-30 seconds

You can literally feel him smiling against your skin as he kisses you

“Y/N! We shall do this again after our next mission!”

Tengen is definitely the most suggestive and flirtatious with this

As soon as you take a seat on his thigh, he smirks and pulls you into him without hesitation

His arms are locked around your waist as he leans into you with a depraved expression

Constant teasing while you’re on him, no doubt about it

Like, he kisses you everywhere accessible, and grips your waist tighter

When you’re on his thigh, he moves his thigh up and down a little, and helps move your waist back and forth against him

Basically allows you to grind on him if you’re okay with it

Teases you by leaning back and placing his arms to rest against a nearby surface as you keep your movements against him up

“Come on Y/N, don’t keep me waiting.”

Giyuu is quite calm and unfazed when you sit on his lap, similar to Gyomei

He just sits back, and occasionally rests his hands onto your waist or shoulders

Poor guy hasn’t had much affection, and is hella disliked so he just stays quiet the whole time

But, he does hold you tightly. It may not be something huge, but you can feel his affection and love in his embrace

Rests his head onto your shoulder

His breathing is calm and slow against your skin as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, with his chin situated between your shoulder and collarbone.

If you try to get up, he’ll let you, but not before asking you to hold him a bit longer

Maybe, just maybe, he’ll smile against you if he feels comfortable with your body pressed against his on his lap

“Y/N…I love you. Don’t leave me, please.”

Obanai remains silent, but it’s no secret that he’s flustered.

He looks away bashfully and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to avoid eye contact with you since it’s too embarrassing for him

He sighs heavily, trying to maintain his composure with you literally seated on his lap

His face is tinted a bright red, not even his bandaged mouth can hide the heavy blush dusting his cheeks

When you look over, you can literally see Kaburamaru giving Obanai a “you’re a fucking pussy” type stare

I guess that causes him to finally look at you and make eye contact

When he does gain some sort of confidence, he rests his hands onto your shoulders, and eventually wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you closer

He pulls you a little too close- putting you chest to chest with him, and his arms locked around you tightly and squeezing you

If you point out the fact that he’s hugging you too tight, he’ll get embarrassed and quietly apologize, before loosening his grip around you

Just let the man hug you and tough it out okay

“I- Y/N…I’m at a loss for words..?”

A/N: hehheehhe did y’all miss me I’m back <3

I’ll come clean and admit- although I came back recently, I have been writing shit for myself the past week or so?

OKAY DONT BLAME ME I NEED TO THERE ARE NO GOOD FANFICS THAT ARE WELL WRITTEN OR HAVE ANY EMOTION I NEEDA TAKE MATTERS IJTO MY OWN HANDS LMFAOAOS 😭

[heartsbyani]

﹙✧﹚ the scent of your love

₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ : warm mornings with your boyfriend.

۫ 𖨂 𓈒 𝑏f!skz ₊ ‎ ‎ 𝑖m.𝑓em!reader ˙ . ꒷ maknae line. g. domestic fluff . 35OOw. ⎯⎯⎯ Yᗩᑎi's ᒪIᗷᖇᗩᖇY ⟢ cw. kissing , cuddling . ┆ 🍥 ⋮ req. headcanons .ᐟ ֹ ₊

yani's note 𑁍ܓ maknae line posted the next day as promised <3 thank you for the love the unc line got !! life is actually getting better omg im so giddy rn expect more activity from me.....? again thanking iza for the brainrot nicknames because im not creative like that..

find the hyung-line here.

jingle me balls ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

bro cannot sleep without cuddling you in some way. his arms, legs, or even just a hand have to be touching you.

will trap you under him like a blanket. if you try to escape? good luck. he’ll whine dramatically, latch onto you tighter, and grumble, ⟡ “nooo, baby, you’re my personal pillow. you can’t leave me like this.”

heat generator. i bet he runs so warm that in the winter, it’s a blessing, but in the summer? you have to fight for your life to escape the furnace of his body.

loves spooning but insists on being the little spoon sometimes. you’ll have to wrap your arms around his warm, muscular body while he nuzzles into your chest like the baby quokka he is. ⟡ “mm, this is so nice… you’re stuck with me forever.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

if he wakes up before you (very rare), he’ll lay there admiring you with the goofiest lovesick smile, occasionally poking your cheek or playing with your hair like, ⟡ “wow, you’re so pretty even when you’re drooling.”

groggy, whiny, and clingy. waking up is not sungie's strong suit. if you try to get out of bed, he’ll immediately grab your wrist and drag you back down while groaning, ⟡ “why would you betray me like this?”

pillow thief. if you somehow escape his grip, he will steal your pillow and hug it like it’s you. but the moment you come back? he shoves the pillow away and clings to you instead.

does not open his eyes for at least 10 minutes after waking up. he just makes random noises in protest against life.

his voice.... deeper than felix's omg. (we all watched that one very recent skz-talker-go, minsung date, right?) deep. husky. sleepy. a little raspy but somehow still so cute. the first thing out of his mouth is either a dramatic, ⟡ “good morning, baby love,” ..or a sleepy, muffled, ⟡ “mmmrrmfh… food.”

drools a little. and sometimes, you have to wipe it off his cheek, which makes him giggle all embarrassed.

the moment he’s a liiittle more awake, he will start belting. about anything. we all know that.

you getting out of bed? he belts dramatically, ⟡ “she's leeeaaving meee~ she's breaking my heaaart~”

it is insanely attractive how he hums lowly against your skin, making you shiver. and he knows it, smirking before mumbling, ⟡ “oh? you like that?”

if you ignore him, he’ll start freestyling about how unloved he is. ⟡ “i gave her my love… my warmth… my cuddles… yet she leaves me here… in the cold… 😔”

makes up weird, random morning songs. like, ⟡ “good morning, baby, it’s time to rise~ if you don’t wake up, i will cry~”

if you tell him to shut up, he pouts, but 3 seconds later, he’s singing a fake breakup song about you ditching him for the bathroom.

breakfast = chaos. he insists on cooking for you, but half the time, he burns something. you always end up cooking together while he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

if you feed him? his entire face lights up like he’s just fallen in love with you all over again. ⟡ “mmm! this is why i’m marrying you.”

loves when you steal his oversized shirts in the morning, walking around with your fluffy hair and sleepy eyes, looking ridiculously cute. he melts on the spot. ⟡ “omg… you’re the cutest thing i’ve ever seen. come here. let me hug you. you’re mine forever.”

you brush your teeth together, and he makes it a competition on who can make the most dramatic toothpaste foam.

if you do your skincare, he demands you put some on him too. ⟡ “i need to stay pretty for you.”

oh and sometimes when his facial hair is visible, you'd both spend an hour or two in the bathroom as he'd have you sat on the marble counter, helping him shave and make a big-ass foam beard.

"ji, let go, i need to pee." ⟡ "hold it.""are you serious?"⟡ "please, just five more minutes of cuddles, baby. then you can go. i promise."

"get up, lazy." ⟡ "no.""no?"⟡ "yes. because… i love you, and i’d rather stay in bed with you forever." "that’s sweet, but we have things to do."⟡ "do those things involve cuddling your super cute boyfriend? no? then they’re not important."

"why are you staring at me?" ⟡ "because you’re beautiful.""i just woke up." ⟡ "and?? you’re the prettiest woman in the world, even when you’re all messy and sleepy. it’s actually unfair how much i love you."

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

1000/10. clings on to you 25/8 anyway.

so many kisses. but lazy ones—soft, slow pecks as he holds your face in his warm hands.

if you complain about morning breath, he does not care. he will still kiss you all over, ⟡ “morning breath doesn’t matter when it’s you! muah! muah! muah!”

forehead kisses!! cheek kisses!! nose kisses!! the cutest? when he peppers tiny butterfly kisses all over your face while giggling in between.

definitely nuzzles his nose against yours before giving you a soft, lingering kiss and whispering, ⟡ “i love you even when i’m half-dead from sleepiness.”

─ so, waking up next to this little cutie is a mix of chaos, and overwhelming affection. he’s the biggest cuddle baby, a dramatic singer, and so in love with you that every morning feels like waking up in a rom-com.

feelthelicks ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

he's the type to definitely cradle and sing you to sleep. because who wouldn't wanna listen to him singing you 'only' by leehi to sleep.... i'd bawl.

lix is a cuddle baby and we know that—there’s no escape. he has a firm but gentle grip, and once he’s latched onto you, he’s not letting go anytime soon.

loves spooning but switches between big spoon and little spoon depending on his mood. sometimes, he wants to nuzzle into your hair and hold you close; other times, he wants to be held and tucked into your chest like the soft angel he is.

if you roll away, he’ll instinctively pull you right back in, murmuring, ⟡ "mmm… where do you think you're going, love?"

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

if he wakes up first, he just lies there, staring at your face with heart eyes until you wake up. he won’t move because he doesn’t want to disturb you, but his hands are tracing random shapes on your back or arms.

morning kisses from him are sososo soft and loving. he peppers them all over your face, starting with your forehead, down to your cheeks, and then finally to your lips.

he smiles into kisses because he’s just so happy to be next to you. his heart lips are so plush and warm in the morning, and he lingers for a bit longer with each kiss.

if you’re feeling lazy, he pouts and nudges your face with his nose until you give in and kiss him back.

loves butterfly kisses, both giving and receiving. sometimes, he just gently nuzzles his nose against yours, waiting for you to react.

will randomly press his lips to your shoulder, collarbone, or the back of your hand because he can’t go more than a few minutes without showing love. (currently crying as you read!)

bro's voice in the morning is unreal. it’s even deeper and raspier than usual, and the first thing he says every morning is probably: ⟡ "mornin’, baby… did you sleep well? wanna get up?" ..followed by a long, sleepy yawn.

if you reply with a simple hum, he chuckles in that low voice and pulls you closer: ⟡ "that doesn't sound like a yes… guess i gotta keep you in bed longer."

if you try to get up, he’s extra whiny, despite the fact that he was the one telling you to get up. ⟡ "nooo, don’t leave me. just five more minutes… or maybe twenty."

he is not in a rush to get out of bed. he loves the peacefulness of waking up next to you.

he’ll trace your features with his fingertips, murmuring things like: ⟡ "my baby's so beautiful even when she's sleeping, how'd i get so lucky?"

he gets really soft and sentimental in the mornings, whispering things like: ⟡ "i don’t think i’ll ever get tired of waking up next to you."

if you fall back asleep, he watches you with a fond, dreamy look on his face before falling back asleep too.

⟡ "baby, nooo. it’s illegal to wake up before snuggle time is over." you'd groan, trying to get up."we have things to do, lixie."⟡ [dramatic sigh] "but what about me? what if i wither away without your love?"

⟡ "you’re the first thing i wanna see every morning." he'd say, lying on his stomach and watching you."even with bedhead?"⟡ "especially with bedhead! it’s cute."

when you steal the blanket..⟡ "hey! you stole my warmth!""you're literally a walking sun. you don’t need the blanket."⟡ "then let me cuddle you, problem solved."

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

10000/10. mans is super clingy in the mornings. you’re his personal heater, and he refuses to start his day without at least ten minutes of lazy cuddles.

wraps his legs around yours or drapes himself over you like a koala. if you try to move, he tightens his grip and mumbles something cute like, ⟡ "shhh, just stay. i need to recharge."

sometimes, he buries his face in your neck and mumbles nonsense into your skin, his deep voice tickling you. if you laugh, he just grins and tightens his hold on you.

─ overall, waking up next to this sunshine is pure happiness and comfort. he’s clingy, affectionate, and endlessly loving, making sure that the first thing you feel every morning is warmth and love. his deep voice, soft freckles, sleepy kisses, and tight cuddles make mornings with him the absolute best.

mongmong ୨୧ (mY MAN MY MAN MY MAN sorry you had to see ts)

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

my mans is the type to pretend he doesn’t care about cuddling but always ends up wrapped around his lover by morning.

sleeps on his side, sometimes facing you, sometimes turned away—but his hand always finds yours under the blanket. (who else cried)

he moves a lot in his sleep, occasionally rolling onto you, trapping you under him like a puppy.

if he’s exhausted, he sleeps like a rock, but if you move too much, he’ll grumble and tighten his grip on you.

he radiates warmth, so if you get cold at night, snuggling into his chest is the best solution.

he sleep-talks, mostly mumbling nonsense like “…don’t eat my banana milk…” or random bits of unfinished songs.

if you try to untangle yourself from him, he instinctively pulls you back with an annoyed grunt.

he will 100% pretend he doesn’t remember how cuddly he was when he wakes up!

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

#01 HIS morning kisses are lazy and teasing—like a single peck on your nose followed by a smug smirk. (would recommend, 5star rating)

he likes to give fake dramatic kisses, pretending he’s in a k-drama just to make you groan.

if he’s feeling extra affectionate, he’ll place tiny pecks along your jawline, whispering in his honey-dripped morning voice, ⟡ “morning, weirdo.”

when he’s still sleepy, his kisses are softer, lingering for a few seconds before he buries his face in your neck.

but if you kiss him first.... hmo he’ll act like you just gave him the world, blinking at you dramatically before grinning, ⟡ “you must really like me, huh?”

bro's morning voice is sosoosos attractive—deep, husky, and slow, like honey melting over warm french toast or pancake.

if you mention it, though, he’ll immediately switch to this one annoying and forced high pitched voice just to ruin the moment. but his voice is still soothing regardless.

he hums a lot in the morning—sometimes his own, mostly day6 songs because of course. and sometimes, straight-up nonsense just to annoy you.

occasionally wakes up speaking in fluent american english for no reason. ⟡ “good morning, my sunshine bread,”

seungmin pretends he’s not a morning cuddler, but the way he keeps pulling you closer says otherwise.

he pokes your cheeks while you’re still half-asleep, just to be annoying. (yeah right, pack it up loverboy!)

if you try to ignore him, he will blow air into your ear like a menace until you react.

loves stealing your blanket, but when you glare at him, he opens his arms and smirks. ⟡ “fine. compensation fee. you can sleep in my arms.”

if you have an early schedule, he will not let you go unless you promise him an extra 10 minutes of cuddling.

will dramatically groan if you try to wake him up. ⟡ “why do you hate me?” while pulling you back down.

“seung, wake up.” you'd say, trying to wake him up.⟡ “i am awake.” groans, then continues lying motionless. “then open your eyes.”⟡ “you don’t specify your conditions enough. rookie mistake.” peeks with one eye open.

“morninggggggg,” ⟡ “mmm.” “say it back.” you'd poke his cheek. ⟡ “good morning. now leave me alone.” “nope.” you cuddle into him⟡ he'd sigh but ultimately lets you “fine, but if you fall back asleep, i’m biting your arm.”

“did you sleep well?” ⟡ “yeah. you?” “mhm.” you'd snuggle into his chest..... testing the waters. ⟡ he'd go quiet for a moment before whispering, “good.” “huh?” ⟡ “nothing. just… stay here for a bit.”

“mmm… five more minutes…” “sure.” literally does not move for the next 30 minutes. . . . “wait. what time is it?” ⟡ “dunno. but you looked cute sleeping, so i let you.” “???” ⟡ “you should thank me.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

4/10 when awake (according to him), 1000/10 when half-asleep.

he’s not the type to be openly clingy—but you can tell by the way he subtly holds onto you that he loves it.

⟡ “i don’t like being clingy,” he says, while literally laying on top of you. okay boomer.

he denies being clingy, but when you’re gone, he suddenly has.. ⟡ “so many things to ask you” just to make you come back.

if you tease him about missing you, he scoffs, but his ears turn pink.

─ overall, waking up next to mongmong who pretends to be the grumpy boyfriend but is actually super cute, is pure chaos. he acts all nonchalant, but his little habits, teasing, and subconscious cuddles make it obvious that he loves having you close. he’s a menace, but he’s your menace.

jeongeater ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping and cuddling habits

this kid moves a lot in his sleep, but it’s never chaotic—it’s the kind of movement where he just naturally chases your warmth throughout the night.

he always starts out sleeping on his back, arms neatly by his sides like he’s some noble prince, but at some point, he ends up facing you with his arm flopped over your waist.

he’s not a huge cuddler while sleeping, but he doesn't like when there's too much space between you two. if he notices it, even half-asleep, he'll grumble and pull you back.

has a thing for resting his chin on the top of your head while you sleep. it just feels right.

when he’s exhausted from practice, he clings. like, full-on octopus mode, an arm and leg trapping you so you can't move.

sleeps deeply but will wake up if you shuffle too much. if you accidentally wake him, he just grumbles something sassy and buries his face in your neck.

always smells fresh—a mix of his shampoo and subtle vanilla cologne. he doesn’t do it on purpose; he just always smells good.

rarely snores, but he sometimes breathes heavily when he’s super tired. if you tease him about it, he'll deny it aggressively.

dimples even when he sleeps—especially if he’s dreaming about something cute.

if you have trouble sleeping, he’ll lazily rub your back or murmur something in his milk voice to comfort you before dozing off again.

hates getting babied about his sleeping habits, but if you tuck him in or play with his hair before bed, he secretly melts inside.

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

he wakes up slow, blinking at you sleepily with a dazed expression before burying his face into the pillow again.

if you wake up before him and try to get out of bed, he grabs your wrist or tugs at your shirt to pull you back.

morning kisses are lazy—slow pecks on your cheek, the tip of your nose, or right on your lips before he mumbles a soft, “morning.”

sometimes, when he’s still half-asleep, he’ll kiss your collarbone or shoulder absentmindedly while stretching.

if you try to bombard him with kisses, he’ll groan dramatically but will never actually stop you—he’ll just complain about how you’re too much, even though he secretly loves it.

HIS VOICE. I'M IN LOVE YOUR HONOUR. the milky smooth voice but raspy. he sounds extra deep and sleepy in the mornings, and it takes a while for his usual tone to return.

his first words are often mumbled nonsense—some retort but barely coherent.

yawns mid-sentence when he’s talking to you, but then pretends he didn’t just do that.

sometimes, if he’s feeling extra sweet, he’ll whisper in your ear before fully waking up. usually something like.. ⟡ "i had a dream about you… but i won't tell you what it was."

likes to stretch dramatically in bed, making little groaning noises while flexing his arms (showing off his biceps on purpose).

when he turns around and sees you watching him, he’ll smirk sleepily, like, ⟡ "am i that pretty, baby?"

plays with your fingers while still lying down, tracing circles on your palm or absentmindedly intertwining them.

if he’s extra clingy, he’ll nuzzle into your neck but act like he’s not doing anything.

will not get out of bed immediately. he just lays there, staring at the ceiling and grumbling about life.

if you try to tickle him awake, he will physically fight back.

you trying to get out of bed:"okay, i need to get up."⟡ "you don’t, actually." he'd grab your wrist without opening his eyes "yes, i do." ⟡ "no, i just checked the schedule. you belong here." "part-time corny mf.."

him waking up first for once.. he's probably staring at you half-awake, poking your cheek. "why are you like this?"⟡ i like watching you sleep. you look dumb.""excuse me?"⟡ "like, cute dumb. but still dumb."

when he’s extra sleepy:"you good, iyennie?"⟡ (muffled against the pillow) "no, i am but a humble victim of sleep deprivation." "baby, it’s 10 am." ⟡ "irrelevant."

you teasing him about how muscular he’s gotten:"wow, your arms are getting huge. who are you trying to impress?"⟡ (smirks, flexing sleepily) "you.""oh? say it again."⟡ "…no." rolls over dramatically and pretends to sleep again

if you wake up before him and stare at him for too long:⟡ "why do i feel like i’m being judged?" groggy, eyes still closed"i’m just admiring you."⟡ "oh. okay, continue." says, peeking with one eye open.

if he has to get up first for work.. ⟡ "nope. not going." he'd say, laying back down dramatically"you have schedules."⟡ "and? i also have a girlfriend who’s very warm and huggable."

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

8/10 in the mornings. too sleepy to fight you off, so he’s extra soft and tolerates all affection. but in the nights.. 10/10. when he's tired and in bed with you? clingy as hell.

when he’s still half-asleep, he literally won’t let you go. if you try to move, he’ll tighten his grip around your waist or hook his leg over yours like a human seatbelt.

he buries his face in your neck or chest when he’s feeling extra clingy but acts like it’s just because he’s cold. (spoiler: he’s not. he just likes being close.)

pretends he’s not awake just so he can keep cuddling you. if you try to wake him up, he’ll groan dramatically, mumble something incoherent, and pull you closer instead.

if you get up first, he will dramatically roll onto your pillow and bury his face in it. then later, he’ll whine that your scent is fading.

if you sit up, he’ll immediately latch onto your waist from behind. he’ll press his forehead against your back and mutter, "few more minutes, baby." (it’s never just few minutes.)

─ waking up next to iyen is all warmth, sass, and hidden clinginess. he’s sleepy, slow, and grumbles dramatically when you try to leave. his voice is extra raspy, and his morning kisses are lazy but sweet. he denies being clingy but always pulls you closer. tries to be all nonchalant, but secretly loves you the most.

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crying on stream (not clickbait) — yu jimin.

synopsis. you really need to stop playing random horrors at 2 am.

pairing. karina x gn!streamer!reader

warning(s). reader cries at a horror game, emotional support gf karina, this is so silly and sweet, let me know if there's more

words. 639

authors note. 1/2 drafts im posting tn before all the freaky stuff and angst floods my page. this is also based off this tiktok i saw

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you had no idea why you thought playing a horror game at 2 a.m. was a good idea—especially with karina asleep in the next room. but here you were, curled up in your chair, gripping your keyboard like your life depended on it. your chat was loving every second, spamming laughing emojis and "you're so cooked" messages.

then, it happened.

the door behind your character slammed shut. the screen flickered. a deep, guttural noise rumbled through your headphones.

you froze. your breath caught in your throat, hands hovering over the controls, but you could not bring yourself to move.

"no, no, no, no, no..." you whispered, barely making a sound.

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your fingers twitched over the keys, but before you could even think about getting out—

the screen went completely black.

your headphones crackled. a distorted whisper slithered through the speakers, low and scratchy, like something breathing right into your ear. then, for half a second, the lights in the game flickered back on—

the killer was right behind you.

you slammed the pause button.

your whole body locked up, muscles so tight it felt like you might pass out. chat was going insane, but their messages barely registered.

you couldn't scream. not with karina asleep. you couldn't even let out a proper gasp.

instead, a quiet sob slipped out before you could stop it.

you pressed a hand over your mouth, shoulders shaking as you tried to breathe. tears welled up, but you blinked fast, trying to keep yourself together.

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after a few deep breaths, you forced yourself to unpause.

you needed to get out.

with shaky hands, you turned the lights back on, unlocked the door, and ran. the second you stepped out of that room, you ripped your hands off the keyboard, dropping them into your lap as a deep exhale left you. a few stray tears slipped down your face, and you wiped them away, sniffling.

"oh my god," you muttered, still feeling the adrenaline in your veins.

then—

a tap on your shoulder.

you screamed.

the fear you'd been barely holding in came crashing down all at once. you flinched so hard your chair almost tipped over, another choked sob slipping out as you panicked.

your chat lost their minds.

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then came the worst part—a soft, familiar laugh.

your head snapped to the side, eyes wide as you saw karina standing there, looking impossibly amused despite being fresh out of sleep. dress in your an oversized hoodie, her hair a little messy, she smiled at you before shaking her head.

"you're so dramatic," she whispered, barely containing her giggles.

you didn't even have the energy to argue. Without thinking, you reached for her, pulling her into a hug off-camera. she easily melted into you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and resting her chin on your head.

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karina ran her hand up and down your back, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before whispering, "you okay?"

you nodded against her shoulder. "i hate this game."

she snorted. "then stop playing horror games at night, hm?"

you sniffled. "never."

she sighed, but she didn't let go. for a while, you just stayed there—holding onto her, ignoring chat's growing curiosity, letting your heartbeat finally slow down. eventually, she whispered, "wanna sleep now?"

you exhaled. "yeah."

with a final squeeze, she pulled back and grabbed your hand, and you turned back to your stream, rubbing your eyes before clearing your throat.

"alright, chat," you muttered, voice still wobbly. "i'm ending stream. i need therapy."

the last thing chat saw before you disconnected was your teary eyes, ruffled hair, and hand out of frame, fingers curled like you were holding onto something—someone.

then, you were gone.

[ay-chuu]

Gn!reader

-> I really feel like lucifer and barbatos would always challenge about who could act mc with more gentleman behaviour. Like bros would sending each other death glare and then turn to mc with the softest gaze.

Lucifer: MC, would you like me to court you to the dance saloon.

Barbatos: *tch* What a foolish request. As the butler of this castle it my duty to do so, just let me my dear *he says as he doesn't even wait your respond take your hand with him to walk you away gently. He feels lucifer's burning gaze in his neck*

Barbatos: MC my dear, i heard you were intrested in devildom night opera? Very well. I shall assist you to the the-

Lucifer: Not needed. MC is living in HoL and since they are in our responsibility to protect i will assist them to go theatre. Well then, have a nice day Barbatos. Shall we, mc? *he says as he hold your belly and takes you out from classroom and sees Barbatos's grip on his chin becomes tighter.*

One day, at Diavolo's Castle where he invited you and lucifer to have a tea party this chaos is also seen by Diavolo

Lucifer: They don't love their tea like that. Let me do it.

Barbatos: My my, have you forgoten who's tea you came to drink tea lucifer?

Lucifer: Then do the tea like how you know my tastes. Ah but you dont know it well since you dont live with MC ri-

Barbatos: Very well. But i wont let you serve to them. Your poor knowledge about serving to them is out of lines.

*as the girls are fighting Diavolo turns and looks at your worried face*

Diavolo: Want to sneak away?

MC: ...yes please.

[In fact, he uses this issue to his advantage ;) ]

[b00tyliciousbabe]

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oddballs and eggnog

goofybf! x THICC male reader

summary: love me a nerdy man that’s got a lil spice to him. plus a lil xmas lore!

notes: HI BEAUTIFULS! merry xmas to those who celebrate. it’s been a while fr, my bad dawgs uni work has been ploughing my ass so violently im reconsidering if a degree is even for me. but as a masochistic bottom, i had to channel my energy elsewhere; thus, this fic is just me showing the variety of my tastes as the true indecisive femboy that i am. show me a cute guy and i will plan my whole life with him. i need to get a grip.

originally, i canonically wrote this character with ginger hair (y’all know i fold for redheads), but the more i kept writing, the clearer it became to me that dark brown hair/black aligned with my OWN understanding of him. it’s all fiction anyways so feel free to adapt body types as you see fit. enjoy my lovelies 🎀

album rec: flo - access all areas. these girlies have my heart. been following them since about 2022 and they are genuinely my fave artists, cannot wait for flo world domination.

you guys had mutual acquaintances for a couple years, but it wasn’t until the two of you got to university that your friendship really blossomed. the engineering student didn’t have the best luck when it came to relationships; in fact, people would only toy with his emotions when they wanted something from him, so he learnt to put up a wall of cynicism.

these barriers he had fortified for his own protection made him quite a reserved guy. never cruel or nasty. just quiet. sure, he wasn’t a complete loner, he had a few VERY close bros who he’d let in, but it was clear that in this silence, he was safe.

he’s super handsy, whether that means pulling you on his lap, be it at parties or when he’s gaming, or placing his hands in your back pocket when y’all walk to class, he just wants to hold you. probably got something to do with the fact that he needs to make sure you’re real and not the angel he believes you to be. you love your needy bf and his craving for physical touch.

this is kinda juxtaposed by how flustered he gets by your words. the minute you whisper in his ear, he could cum in his jeans on the spot. he gets so red when you compliment him which makes him squeeze you tighter.

he wasn’t a virgin before meeting you, he’d had a few hookups but nothing sexual with someone he genuinely cared about. as a result, it made sense why he was very nervous when it came to your first time together.

to relax him, you decided to give him a blowjob to ease the tension and allow him to cum quick in the first round so he’d last longer during anal. sat back on the edge of his bed, he wore a vest and baggy joggers, awaiting your fingers to unleash his raging boner. you knelt down and flashed a comforting smile to him, which he failed to mirror perfectly.

‘we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready to. I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.’ you said concerned, stroking his abs, clear to you that he was stressing.

‘nah baby, i want this so bad. it’s just gotta be really special because you’re really special to me.’ he said gripping your chin.

‘i love you, y/n. like a lot.’

‘i know that you weirdo, i love you too, you mean so much to me.’

‘now, lemme show you how much.’ you said coyly, to which he was more than happy to oblige.

when i tell you, your man eats so well that his cum is literally like milk. the typa white, thick, pearly cum that you would swallow every drop of, because it truly is just disrespectful not to. the first time he came was a surprise for the two of you. he didn’t realise how much he loved seeing his cum all over your face, decorating your juicy, wet lips. the head you gave him was so good, he napped for 2 hours straight after you drained him. but that deffo changed him for the better.

his hobbies include boxing and gaming. he’s such a nerd he makes his own demo projects, playing with his classmates. you always chastise him for not making his hobby a lucrative endeavour - your boy’s got a talent and he doesn’t seem to know it. equally, he loves his legos and comics just as much as he enjoys coding, making you the prettiest bouquet of lego flowers for your first date. after spending some time walking, he took you back to his place and y’all spent the entire night binging his favourite marvel and dc films.

one time it was his birthday and you thought it be a good idea to make a short graphic novel of the journey of your relationship - ending steamily with you pregnant.

‘baby, i love this so much! who knew how sexy you’d look with a baby bump?’ ‘anything can happen in the multiverse’ you laugh, as he kissed your jaw.

‘I’m gonna fuck you so good tonight.’

as we have established, he’s far from experienced. he holds your hand through missionary always because it makes him feel safe. makes so many jokes during it as a way to deflect. lowkey loves being choked. you took the lead most of the time before, using him as a pole and ride the shit out of him.

but, that night he ploughed you with a sense of purpose, so deep and mercilessly that your insides were moulded into an incubator for any hypothetical foetus he would soon impregnate you with. after, he laid curled up next to you, caressing the belly that he had now filled with

‘i hate biology sometimes,’ he says breathlessly. ’you’d look so good with our lil baby growing inside your belly.’

your boyfriend is the goofiest mf ever; playing practical jokes on all his friends and fulfilling his role as your comedian. definitely one of your favourite characteristics of his.

his sleeper build is INSANE. he might appear tall and lanky, but he is far from it. bench pressing more than 100 kilos with one arm - the brudda is basically superman. he’s what you’d get if clark kent had ginger hair, and was a huge weirdo.

though he cannot dance to save his life. he used to be very awkward and shy, but the minute them clothes are off and you two are in the sheets? stroke game is giving pornstar baby girl lemme tell you! ever since your first time, it’s like you awaken the sexual drive in him that’s been missing all his life. this, paired for his complete adoration for you makes him a lethal weapon in bed - quite literally, your man casually packs an 8 inch pussy destroyer with veins that massage and pummel your gummy walls so well.

after this moment he became the BIGGEST TEASE. slapping his dick all over your face. as you chase his dick like a good puppy, he giggles at how desperate you are. ‘sweet Jesus you feel good’. ‘holy shit’. ‘don’t act like you don’t love it.’ painting hickeys all over your neck . he loves when ppl ask you because of how flustered you get, makes him want to mark you more. he’s no longer shy to the world and he thanks you everyday for that. living to call you princess - in both a mocking and endearing tone, he loved toying with your nipples because you’re his lil doll. in cowgirl he will play with them whilst jerking you off to get you to cum all over his abs. and! he LOVES eating ass - like almost obsessively, as if he’s high of your pussy.

he smells so good. so good. you always act like a bitch in heat whenever he steps out of the shower with a towel skimpily wrapped around his adonis belt.

your bf loves playing with his cum and using his dick as a paintbrush to decorate your belly, butt, and face. ‘my masterpiece’ + ‘my muse’ he professes. somehow managing to entrance you to always stroke his dick during makeout sessions. he brings his hands to play with your hair, knowing that his dick is in extremely good hands with you - literally. always pulling you off of his dick because he is really sensitive and ur mouth is a fucking weapon, but will show you that he’s the boss and could leave you bedridden for a couple days after a good fuck.

things he would say drunk off of eggnog:

‘i would die a happy man beneath those beautiful cheeks of yours’

‘put ur hole on my North Pole.’

‘ay, you Don’t get to call me handsome unless you’re gonna HANDsome of those fat cheeks of yours to my lap.’

‘come on, I’ve been a good boy, Santa says gimme some of that pussy you know I love so much.’

‘that ass of yours, come here lemme unwrap it.’

this man has you written into his destiny. he always dreamed of raising a son and dressing him up in the flyest outfits and with you, that desire became reality. you too truly are a match made in heaven.

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Strawberry with chocolate

Valentine's Day with Jungwon

*pairing: loser Jungwon x fem reader

*trope: cat energy vs black cat energy

*synopsis: February 14th was nothing special for you but for Jungwon, instead, it’s just another perfect excuse to tease you: You and Jungwon weren’t together but you had something that neither of us could understand but when he shows up at your door after training, with still wet hair and a mysterious package in their hands, their evening might take an unexpected turn. Between jokes and stolen touches, the evening turns into a game of strawberries and chocolate, started for fun but has become more and more dangerous,+18

*tags: A lot of funny,love to tease each other, Jungwon is seriously lost for the protagonist, tension, the protagonist pretends to be shy and not want to deal with Jungwon, perverts, possession, chocolate games on the body, kisses, sucking, masturbation (f. receives) unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) pet names (noona,blondie girl,good girl) (wonie) fluffy moments, love statement,have 1/2 year difference

(English is not my native language)

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It was Valentine’s Day, and you were staring at your phone for the umpteenth time, biting the inside of your cheek. You weren’t together, not officially at least, and yet Jungwon insisted on coming to see you that night; Jungwon made you go crazy from the first time you met him 6 months ago and every time he saw you, he always had that nice little boy mixed up with someone who was causing trouble.

Is it just another one of his provocations? You thought aloud and put your hand through your blond hair, trying to distract yourself, but the anxiety was gripping your stomach.

You were prepared with light makeup because you did not want to show Jungwon that you wanted to impress him and you wore comfortable jeans and a sweatshirt with a zip that you wrapped perfectly the curves of your body, not that you cared to make a good figure with him. Just... a little.

The doorbell rang suddenly, making you jump. With a deep breath, you approached the door and opened it, ready to say something or tell one of your jokes, but you did not have time.

A hot body crashed into you, two strong arms wrapped around you without hesitation, and a head scented with vanilla shampoo and moist locks of hair stuck in your neck.

"Jungwon," You said laughing but also slightly puzzled by those attentions. He knew you were slightly cold to the physical touch, but Jungwon didn’t seem to care.

«Mm.» His voice sounded kneaded against your skin. He squeezed even more as if he wanted to melt it with himself. His wet hair was sticking to his forehead, leaving little drops on his sweatshirt and you felt his strong arms holding you even closer to his warm body.

"You’re all wet." You tried to move away, but Jungwon made a disgruntled sound and squeezed you even more.

«Noona...» he called you in a sweet tone, then just stopped to look at you with a clever smirk. «I missed you?»

You raised an eyebrow. "Why would I miss you? I saw you at work less than two hours ago!"

He stared at you for a second before laughing quietly. «You are so mean to me. Yet» he paused dramatically «you always let me hug you.» You snorted and you said in a low voice: "If you tried to run, you’d still get me."

Jungwon tilted his head, with that smug cat look. «Exactly.»

You sighed, pretending to surrender against his arms. "Why are you here, Won?" you said against his chest.

«Because it’s Valentine’s Day.»

"So what?" You looked up because you hated that day

He smiled, caressing your hair distractedly. «And so... I came to claim my Blondie Girl.»

Your heart lost a beat to his words. "I am not yours," you said, inspiring the sweet scent that emanated from the boy in front of you, Jungwon looked at you with a challenging flash in his eyes and then, with a quick move, grabbed your chin and brought his face so close to hers that his breath touched your lips.

«For a little longer,» he said, winking at you, you brought him in, and as soon as he crossed the threshold you noticed that behind him there was a parcel. It was not huge, but big enough to arouse curiosity and you tried to ignore your curiosity, but your gaze lingered on it for a few seconds too long and Jungwon, of course, noticed it immediately.

«Why don’t you ask me what’s inside?» asked with his usual funny smile, he knew you were as curious as he was but saw you move away from him and enter the room. " It’s not important," you said, pretending not to be curious.

He raised an eyebrow and laughed. «Aren’t you curious?»

"Not at all."

He burst out laughing and you didn’t want to admit it but you loved that laugh from the first moment you heard it for the first time and you wanted to hear it forever, especially for yourself. «Noona, you are terrible.»

Jungwon threw himself on the couch without much ceremony as if it were his home and sank into the pillows; you watched him shake his still-wet hair, leaving a few drops on the fabric of the sofa and he noticed that you were watching him and gave you a mischievous look.

«Where are your roommates?» He asked, stretching out like a lazy cat you saw the shirt slightly rise and you saw the ridges of his muscles but you looked away immediately.

"Valentine’s Day." you simply replied, sitting on the armrest of the sofa. "Some are celebrating with their boyfriends in some fancy restaurant and others are partying and getting drunk."

Jungwon nodded slowly, then turned to you with a thinkingly thoughtful look. «You should find yourself a boyfriend too, then.» He said smiling and rolling your eyes. "Oh, stop it."

He smiled amused, then reached out a hand and gently grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you towards him with a steady movement, and before you could protest, you found yourself sitting on his legs, his arms wrapped around the waist of your body and his face approached your neck, and he breathed slowly, with a satisfied sigh. He looked like a kitten cuddling in his favorite place.

«I like your perfume,» he murmured, his voice a little lower than usual and you flashed your eyes, trying to ignore the fast beat in your chest.

"Jungwon," you said with a whisper of voice.

«Open the gift.» He interrupted you, just squeezing you and you leaned back slightly to look at his face: His smile was always there, but in his eyes today there was something different, something more serious.

«It’s for you,» he repeated, you felt a little embarrassed by the position and tried to slip away and sit next to him on the couch,

But Jungwon slightly tightened the grip on your crop’s waist.

«On my legs,» he ordered in a whimsical tone, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world and you puffed softly, but did not insist. You knew that, if you tried to run away, he would simply catch you with his satisfied grin and feel his fingers touch your side and tremble slightly, but you forced yourself to concentrate on the package in your hands.

Carefully, you untied the tape and lifted the lid. As soon as you saw the contents, a smile instinctively formed on your lips.

They were LEGO flowers to build together, to be precise. You sunflower towards Jungwon, surprise, but he came even closer, his warm breath on your ear.

«I didn’t make it in time to go and get some real flowers...» he whispered, with a hint of displeasure in his voice. «So I thought we could put them together. And they would be yours forever.»

You remained silent for a few seconds, holding the package in your hands, and then, without thinking too much, you hugged him and felt his body relax against yours and, after a moment, his low laugh tickled your ear.

«Noona...» he muttered in a funny voice. «I didn’t think that gifts were enough to get free hugs.»

You leaned slightly to look at his face. His eyes shone with sincere joy, and the smile he gave you was the most beautiful you had seen that night. Then, with an air of sneaky, he added: «I will fill you with gifts from now on!»

You burst out laughing and hit him softly on the shoulder. «Stop it, Wonie. I don’t need to be filled with gifts to hug you»

He bowed his head, looking at you with that piercing look. «Then give me another hug and maybe I’ll think about it.» You looked at him suspiciously, but in the end, you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck again.

«Good girl»

You were sitting on the living room carpet, and you and Jungwon were immersed in building your own LEGO flowers. Or rather, you tried to build with precision, while he found every possible excuse to distract you.

"Jungwon, stop it!" you slammed for the third time, giving him a small push on his shoulder.

«What have I done now?» asked the innocent one, but with that clever little smile on his lips you struck him with your gaze. "You tried to put a rose on my head instead of sticking it to the stem."

«I was just checking to see if it looked good on you.»

"You were just looking for an excuse to touch me."

He chuckled, resting his chin on one hand as he looked at me. «What if it were so?»

You focused on the instructions, trying to ignore them, but the truth was that you too were distracted more than necessary. Now and then you found yourself staring at his hands, large and tapered, which with surprising precision wedged the bricks. Or did you notice his biceps, which-holy heavens-were growing bigger and bigger? When did he put on all those muscles?

Focus, focus, Y/n! You told me mentally.

After about forty minutes, when the composition was finally taking shape, you suddenly got up.

«Ok, now it’s my turn to give you a little gift but it will never be like this of the roses.» you declare.

Jungwon looked at you with curiosity, trying to get up too.

"No." you stopped him immediately, pointing a finger at him. "You stay here."

He tilted his head, amused. «And if I don’t want?»

"Then you won’t have my surprise."

That detail seemed to convince him, even if his eyes were lit with curiosity. You walked away to the kitchen, trying to move fast, but you knew very well that it would only be a matter of time before... right?

You felt his footsteps behind you and, a moment later, Jungwon leaned on your back, putting his head on your shoulder.

«Noona...» muttered languidly, her warm breath upon your skin.

"You really can’t stand still, huh?" you sighed, even though a smile had escaped you.

But he no longer listened to you because his eyes were fixed on the bowl of strawberries and melted chocolate that I had prepared.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then breathed an almost ecstatic sigh.

«Noona,» he repeated in a completely different, almost revealing tone. «Do you have any idea what you are preparing?»

You hold back a laugh. "Should I?"

He barely stepped aside, looking at me with shining eyes. «Strawberries and chocolate are my greatest passion.» You turned slightly towards him, enjoy. "I know." Jungwon stared at you for a moment, then slowly held out his hand towards the bowl and you slapped him on the back before he could grab anything. "Wait a minute."

«But noona!» he complained, sulking.

You burst out laughing. "You’re such a spoiled kitten." He did not deny it, but his eyes were glued to the chocolate as if it was the most precious thing in the world and at that point, you realized that you had no hope: everything would end up in his hands in a few minutes.

Jungwon enthusiastically took the bowls of melted chocolate and strawberries and brought them to the table in front of the sofa, with the same excitement as a child who had just given his favorite sweet.

You sat next to him, but you did not make time to relax you heard him snort slowly and you turned towards him, finding him with the theatrical expression of an offended cat.

"What now?" you asked, pretending not to understand.

He crossed his arms. «Why didn’t you sit on my legs?» You raised your eyes to the sky. "Because I can feel fine sitting here too."

Jungwon sighed as if you had just broken his heart, but instead of complaining further, he came even closer, until he stuck to my side.

«Then I will stay here.» he declared, with a satisfied smirk, and shook his head laughing and took a strawberry, dipping it in chocolate.

He did the same, but after the first bite, his gaze turned to you with a mischievous flash and stared at your lips and you already knew it was going to tease you.

«Noona, have you ever wondered why strawberries with chocolate are considered the perfect food for Valentine’s Day?»

You looked at him suspiciously. "I don’t know, maybe because they’re sweet and romantic?"

He shook his head, biting another strawberry. «No, it’s because they are sensual.» You almost choked on my piece of strawberry and watched it with your mouth open, God knew that it was not innocent but not even at this level of audacity..."Excuse me?!"

Jungwon chuckled, pleased with your reaction. «Think of how they are eaten. They dip slowly into the chocolate...» He took a strawberry and did it, exaggerating with the gesture. «They are brought to the mouth with delicacy...» and bit it slowly, looking at you with a much too amused expression.

You cover your face with one hand. "You’re impossible."

He laughed, putting his chin on your shoulder. «Come on, admit that I am adorable,» he said

"Adorable? Annoying, rather," you said crossing your arms

«Yet you are still here.» You couldn’t fight back and finally smiled and shook your head, returning to eat but then, while you were distracted picking another strawberry, Jungwon suddenly stopped staring at you with glowing eyes.

«Noona...» he said softly.

"Hm?" you said looking at him as you ate your strawberry, he tilted his head, squinting as if he was considering something. «You got dirty.» You raised an eyebrow. "Where?" you said with a finger on his lips but he approached slowly, his hand lifted towards your face and his finger just touched the corner of your lower lip, and for a moment you thought it was going to clean you but instead... You felt the warmth of his lips on your skin.

A soft and unexpected touch, followed by something even bolder___his tongue just touched the corner of your mouth, picking up chocolate and your heart jumped a beat because his eyes would not stop bursting your lips and you did not react in time that Jungwon moved a few millimeters, watching you with a dangerously charming smile.

«Mh... good.» whispered to the top of your lips and your breath stuck in your throat then, without even giving you time to process, came closer again, this time taking completely your lips with hers.

The kiss was slow, sweet at first, almost a taste, as if it wanted to give you time to get used to the contact but then, feeling that you did not go away became more sure. His fingers went up your cheek, and his lips moved with natural confidence, without haste, but with an intensity that made you tremble slightly and feel him smile against your mouth as if he had gotten exactly what he wanted. His hands leaned on your hips and pushed you slightly on the couch, your back leaned completely and he began to kiss you this time more passionately and when it broke off, his eyes shone with fun mixed with something else, something deeper than that.

«Blondie Girl...» he murmured, his thumb touching your lower lip. «I’ve been thinking of nothing but kissing you since I came in.» you were speechless, your heart pounding in my chest and Jungwon bowed his head with a smug smirk. «So? Want another?»

You didn’t answer. But, this time you were the one who approached him, hearing his words and seeing that brazen smile on his lips, something inside of you lit up, so you took him by the collar of the shirt and drew him towards you, opening your lips to kiss him again.

This time, the kiss was no longer shy or hesitant. It was deeper, more sensual, charged with an energy that seemed to pulsate between you.

His lips moved against yours with overwhelming confidence, and the sweet taste of chocolate mixed with the slightly sour note of strawberry, created something intoxicating, something that made you want to stick together.

You felt his hands hold your waist, pulling you even closer, and a shiver crossed your back as the kiss became more intense, almost possessive. Jungwon wasn’t just kissing you-he seemed to want to claim you.

When you finally took your breath away, he stood a few inches from you, his warm breath against your lips, and his eyes were darker, veiled by something you had never seen before.

Then, in a low and husky voice, I muttered: «Noona... do you trust me?»

His question made your eyes slightly open. Trust? It wasn’t that you were doubting him, but his tone, the way he looked at you, let you know he was going to do something that would change the atmosphere between you.

Swallowing, but in the end, you nodded slowly and that was all he needed.

In an instant, Jungwon made you lie on the big couch with almost disconcerting ease, and your breath stopped for surprise. His hands slipped down your hips as he settled you comfortably, and then, with a slow and deliberate gesture, slid the zip of your sweatshirt down, leaving the skin on your neck and collarbones exposed for him alone.

«The perfect...» he whispered, peering at the exposed part of your neck with an intent-filled gaze and saw him reach out a hand towards the still-warm chocolate bowl, and your body twitched slightly as you noticed what he was about to do.

"Jungwon," you said whispering.

Before you could finish the sentence, you felt the liquid heat of some chocolate drops slipping on your skin and a shiver passed through your back and bit your lip in an attempt to hold back a reaction and not moan.

Jungwon tilted his head, looking at me with a satisfied smile.

«Did you shudder, noona? You’re so adorable when you try to resist me, but I know you can’t,» he murmured, his silky voice charged with mischief and opened your mouth to answer, but before you could say anything, you felt his lips touch your skin just where the chocolate had settled.

The first kiss was light, almost innocent but then you felt his tongue picking up the chocolate with a slow and studied movement at the base of your lobe and your breath became shorter.

«You taste sweet...» he whispered against your skin, leaving you another kiss a little further down. «But I already knew that.»

His warm breath mixed with the contrast of the chocolate cooling on your skin, creating a feeling that gave you goosebumps.

«You know, Blondie Girl...» he continued, leaving another kiss on your neck. «I wondered for a while how you would taste.»

Your heart skipped a beat, God what had you been thinking of preparing those strawberries with that melted chocolate?

"Jungwon!" you rebuked him, but your voice had no conviction.

He chuckled softly, lifting his head slightly to look you in the eye.

«What’s the matter?» he asked, pretending to be innocent. «I’m just doing my cat duty...» He bent down again and left you another kiss, this time longer and more marked. «If you get dirty, I have to lick the chocolate off, don’t I?»

Closed your eyes, trying not to succumb to the sensations of those soft lips on your skin.

«Mh... noona, you taste dangerous.» He whispered, leaving you one last kiss on the collarbone before rising and positioning himself again above you.

His eyes were gleaming with fun, but also something deeper, he could not take his eyes off you and maybe you already knew that it would ruin you soon.

«I should get you dirty more often,» he concluded, biting his lip with a smug smirk. Jungwon looked at you from above, his eyes dark and bright, his chest rising and falling slightly for the accelerated breath. There was no trace of his usual mischievous boy there was something deeper in his features, something that made you tremble almost more than the warmth you still felt on your skin.

He lowered himself slowly, his face a few inches from yours. Then, with that voice that always made you shiver and ge murmured against your lips:

«Can I... do it anywhere, please noona?»

Your stomach squeezed. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, but instead of looking away, you lost yourself in his eyes. There was something in the way he looked at you, a kind of adoration mixed with pure desire that made you feel safer than you ever imagined. Swallowing and yearling slowly, almost without noticing it Jungwon smiled, a smile more sweet than usual, but with that spark of mischief that never missed.

«Good girl.» whispered, and the tone with which he said it gave you goosebumps before you could say anything his hands slipped slowly on your waist, and in a fluid gesture took off your sweatshirt, leaving you alone with your bra and he stopped for a moment, looking at you with a look that made me hold my breath.

«Wow... all for me» he murmured, almost for himself.

You felt yourself blushing. «Stop looking at me like that.» You protested in a low voice. He smiled, tilting his head as his fingers gently touched your skin. «I can’t help it,» he said, his voice full of sincerity. «You are beautiful.»

He looked down at you and then nibbled on his lip. «I would say perfect.» His finger slid along your side, slowly. «Made just for me.»

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and before I could answer, he took the bowl with the chocolate still hot and just lifted it.

"Jungwon, what"

You felt the heat of the chocolate gliding slowly over your skin, starting from the neck, going down the collarbone to the center of your chest, reaching your breast, and drawing a warm line that made you shiver and whisper slightly at contact, and you felt it laugh softly.

«So reactive...» he muttered, stooping down immediately afterward to touch you with his lips.

The first kiss was gentle, almost innocent, as he picked up with his tongue a drop that had fallen just below the collarbone, then left another one, this time a little more marked, followed by a slight pressure of the teeth on your skin. You whispered again, and he smiled at me.

«I like this part of you,» he said, leaving another kiss along your breast. «The one that you miss for me.»

You felt more drops slip on the skin, lower this time near your breast

"Jungwon, I..." Whispering as you felt him lick you and tease the bud of your breast and pulled his hair still wet and he looked up slightly. «Tell me, Blondie Girl.»

The nickname sounded even more intimate at that time.

«You’re... you’re overdoing it.» You murmured, even though your body seemed to say otherwise and he bowed his head, the usual dangerous smirk on his lips.

«Really? It doesn’t seem like your body is telling me to stop, and your nipples are hard and I bet you’re excited down there!»

He didn’t even give you time to answer before lowering himself again, continuing to trace a path with his mouth along your body, picking up the chocolate that he had poured just before, But this time he went down closer and closer to your navel and groaned his name because it was all too much.

Now and then he would stop to chew you softly, to whisper a few comments in my ear.

«You are even sweeter so...»

«You know I could do this all night, right?»

«Who knows if chocolate would have the same effect on me...»

Every word, every kiss, every touch made you feel more and more lost, more and more his.

When he reached his navel and left a last light kiss on the skin, he lifted again, her face a few inches from yours.

«You know, Blondie Girl...» he murmured, brushing your lip with her thumb. «The more time passes, the more I realize something.»

Swallowing, trying to calm the heartbeat. "what?" you said with innocent action and he smiled even more.

«The more I try to play with you... the more you drive me crazy.» Jungwon looked at you with those bright eyes, full of desire but also fun, his chest rising and lowering slightly as he took a breath. Until that moment, it had always been him to lead the game, to provoke you, to make you lose control but this time it was you who wanted to drive him crazy, and with a decisive movement, you pushed him back, making him lie on the couch below you.

«Oh...» he said, surprised. «Noona is taking the lead?»

You ignored him, hands already on his shirt. You pulled it up slowly, discovering the warm skin and, the tense muscles under it. When you finally took it off completely, you stopped for a moment to observe him.

Jungwon leaned on his elbows, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

«Do you like what you see, Blondie Girl?»

Bite your lower lip, and have fun. He knew perfectly well that his body was perfect, that every line of his sculpted abs looked like it had been made to be admired. But you would never have given him that satisfaction so easily.

"Mh... you’re cute," you said in a deliberately uncaring tone, taking a strawberry from the tray next to us.

«Cute?!» he repeated, pretending to be offended.

You did not answer and slowly approached, holding the strawberry between your fingers, and with a gentle gesture you brought it to his lips and he raised an eyebrow but did not hesitate to open his mouth.

While he bit, his lips touched for a moment your fingers, and a shiver passed through your back, waiting for him to swallow before you lowered yourself and kissed him softly, your lips touching each other gently, still steeped in the sweet and slightly tart taste of strawberry and when you broke off, whispered against her lips:

«You were right... the contrast between strawberry and chocolate is deadly.»

He smiled his warm breath against my skin. «Especially on your lips.»

You were a little soft on those words, but you couldn’t let him take control so easily.

«Let’s see how long you last, Jungwon.» You murmured, taking the chocolate bowl and lifting it over him and his eyes widened slightly.

«Noona... wait a minute.»

You ignored his warning and slowly slipped a few drops along the sculpted line of his abs. The contrast between his warm skin and warm chocolate made him release a little involuntary moan, and you saw his muscles twitch under you and smile satisfied.

"Oh? Our little Wonie is sensitive?» you mocked him, tilting his head as your fingers brushed the chocolate on his skin.

He squinted and puffed. «Tsk... don’t think you’re in control, Blondie Girl.»

You lowered your head and kissed him right in the middle of your chest, picking up the chocolate with your lips. His breath became heavier, and when you came down with another kiss, he twitched slightly and you chuckled softly, barely lifting your eyes.

«You are moving too much.» you rebuked him softly.

Jungwon gave you a defiant look. «It’s not my fault that you decided to torture me.»

"Torture? Isn’t that what you just did to me?" you repeated, pretending to be surprised. "I thought you were fine."

«I’m too well, and that’s the problem,» he murmured, biting his lip.

You felt his abdomen twitch again beneath you as you left another kiss trail down her skin.

«Mh... Noona.» he did, his voice slightly hoarse.

You stopped and looked at him innocently. "Yes?"

Jungwon closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was trying to maintain control, then opened them again and looked at you with a provocative grin.

«You’re driving me crazy,» he whispered. You approached his face, your noses almost touching each other. "Perfect," you said softly and Jungwon stood up slowly, then lifted slightly, sliding his hands down your hips but you gave him a stern look and took his hands into the couch and you climbed over his body again and started kissing them, Bite and torture from the crests of his muscles to get under his navel and saw a slight trail of small hairs and you couldn’t wait to hear and see what that boy was hiding. You licked and tortured that area and heard your name moaning and Jungwon said

«You are dangerous.» you started to laugh and you looked at him a moment with your hands close to the edge of his joggers and he nodded to let you know that you could take them off and when you did it you saw his V-line and his boxers brand and his dick covered that was already hard only thanks to you, you tried to put your hands in the edge of his boxers but with ease, Jungwon put you under him.

«Y/n, I would go crazy if you sucked my dick but today is Valentine’s Day and you girls are the center of attention so let me make you feel good, there will be other opportunities» You lured him to you for a brief kiss and after a while, he slipped your pants and a perverted smile formed on his lips.

«Fuck noona, you were so shy but you have a fucking outfit of Victoria's Secret matched and the only one who came to your house today was me»

You saw Jungwon lick her lips and your cheeks turned red as you saw how she looked at you.

"it’s just a coincidence," Jungwon started laughing and pinched your hips «Don’t lie to me Y/n, you can even admit that you were worried about making a good impression with me!» You raised your eyes to the sky and you felt shivering when you heard that her middle finger was poking at your soaked panties where there was your clitoris still covered.

«God, you’re already so wet» Jungwon took off your panties and with his wandering hand moved towards your core, using two of his long fingers to open you up, gaining more access before moving against your hole. The moan you let out didn’t go unnoticed by Jungwon, it exerted more pressure on your clitoris and one of his fingers started pumping inside you, reaching the depth of your knuckles as he started pushing in and out.

"Oh, God, Won, just like that," You said as you felt the boy almost crouching to give you pleasure, you felt his tufts of hair make you slightly sunny and pulled them out and from all that stimulation, You didn’t realize he’d added a second finger until he started stretching you even further, pumping your fingers ever thicker. Jungwon felt as if it could come simply from the feeling of your walls that were squeezing around him and when he saw you almost coming he lowered his head, brushing your folds with his tongue to lick your entrance like a kitten, Burying his face in your pussy while sucking hear you blatering.

"Jungwon, I’m coming..." he teases you and licks all your slimy cum out of his fingers and your core.

«Fuck, I think the top 3 things they love are: chocolate in your body, the flavor mixed between strawberries and chocolate in our languages, and the taste of your excitement» he laughed putting his hands on your face because it was too cheeky at that moment, Jungwon took your hands and removed them from your face and gave you a little kiss on the forehead.

"So at the beginning of the evening, you said that I would be yours, you still want me to be your Jungwon."

«God you are a temptation to all the effects noona, sure of wanting to become mine because I could become very much territorial with you»

"I like territorial boys, Jungwon!" You undressed his boxer shorts and holy shit his dick was nicer than any you had ever seen, the tip slightly red from the blood flowing. Jungwon sucked it up a bit and before entering gave you a little lip kiss «Ready noona?» Yearning to hear it around you, his lips met yours as he slowly pushed against your narrow walls, swallowing all the sweet sounds you made. A choked thrill came out of your open lips when it hit bottom, «I can not yet move noona strong.» Jungwon moaned as you huddled around him, your blurry eyes trying their best to focus on him and his ruffled hair, but every little movement of his hips made you feel like heaven.

However, the fact that he remained motionless only made your burning need worse and you needed him to move. Moving your hips, a choked moan came out of your lips as your hand wrapped around his biceps.

"Move. God, please move Jungwon. I need you" Suffocated, head falling backwards against the pillows as he kissed your neck.

«So impatient, but who am I to deny all this? I have been dreaming of this moment for months» He chuckled before pushing himself inside you.

The first shot of his cock against your walls was like paradise, but when he saw that you were able to take it more and more his rhythm became anything but delicate; at each push, its tip kissed your cervix, leaving you a wretched mess.

"Wonie!" You shouted his name when he moved just enough to touch your weak point, leaving that small tears to come down your face. Your nails stuck in his biceps as you tried to root, but it was useless; he was just fucking you too well.

«Fuck noona, look how deep they are. After tonight, you won’t be satisfied with anything but me» He moaned as he freed your side to grab your wrist before pressing it against your lower abdomen.

You felt the outline of his cock against your stomach, but when he pressed, a choking groan ripped from your lips. The pressure made you feel even more him as he fucked you and you didn’t understand anything anymore, it was all too much but Jungwon seemed to know very well what to do with your body and moved his hand down until his thumb pressed against your clitoris, Thrusting your hips in his grip.

A series of groans and broken tears came out of your lips as his rhythm increased.

"W-Won, fuck! I’m close, Jungwon!" You screamed, the hand wrapped around his wrist as you felt that spiral in the pit of your stomach tighten.

«Come for me, darling. Mess with my cock.» His words were the last drop before the edges of your sight became white and your body contracted under his.

«That’s it, give me everything.» He spoke but was interrupted by a groan when you clenched around him like a vice.

His breaths began to come out with difficulty as he fucked you through your orgasm and closer to his. The grip of his hand on your hips would certainly have left marks, but neither of you cared at that time.

«Fuck noona, I’m sick!» he chanted, his whole body trembling as he came, painting your walls white with his seed. Slowing to a halt, he lay down against you, face buried in your neck as you both came down from your heights and he embraced you.

Jungwon held you close to him, his chest warm against your back, while his fingers drew slow circles on my side. Now and then he’d give you a little tap, just to make you shudder.

"Will you stop tormenting me?" you protested, trying to move.

«NO,» he answered immediately, squeezing even more, you snorted, but could not help smiling. His breath was slightly irregular, indicating that he too was still a little shaken by everything that had happened. But of course, as a good Jungwon, he would never admit it.

Stand like that for a few seconds, in that relaxing silence, until you feel him breathing deeply, as if he was going to say something important.

«Noona...» he murmured.

"Mh?" you replied distractedly, still with your eyes closed. He came a little closer to your ear, the voice so low and sweet that it almost gave you shivers.

«Would you like to be my girlfriend?» You froze for a second, then burst out laughing.

«What’s so funny?» he moaned. You turned slightly to look at him, finding his dark and careful eyes pointed at you. "Jungwon, but do you realize how cliché it is to ask me on Valentine’s Day?"

He bowed his head, pretending to be confused. «So?»

"So no!" you said, laughing again. "Too obvious, too romantic, too movie-like."

«Ah, I understand.» he nodded, pretending to think. «If I ask you today it’s not okay. And if I ask you tomorrow?»

"Mh... much better." Jungwon stood up quietly and pinched your side. «Then it’s decided: on February 15th and tomorrow you will become my official girlfriend.»

"Oh? Who said I would say yes?» He looked at you with an offended expression. «Noona, after all that we went through tonight do you still have doubts about me?»

"Mh... maybe I’m just keeping your attention level up," you replied with a mischievous smile.

He stared at you for a moment, then came even closer, his lips barely touching my cheek. «Don’t worry, blonde girl,» he whispered. «You have my full attention.»

You leaned back slightly, trying not to blush too much. «That’s it.»

Jungwon smiled satisfied and gave you a slight bite on the shoulder. «Then let’s make things clear: on February 15 you become mine. End of discussion.»

"But how end of the discussion?" you burst out laughing. "Where is my right to speak?"

«You lost it when you decided to drive me crazy all the time and ask me before you make mine,» he replied with a dangerous smirk.

You looked at him as if you were indignant. "You know that you are just unbearable?" He nodded as if it was the greatest compliment. «It is. But you like me that way.»

You snorted, but you both knew that you would never deny that truth.

You remained silent for a few seconds, then he murmured: «You know what it means, right?»

"What?"

«That our anniversary will be the day after Valentine’s Day.»

You thought about it for a moment, then sighed. "Fantastic... we’ll be condemned to double dinners, double gifts, and double sweetness every year."

Jungwon laughs. «Exactly. Do you like my genius? And don’t forget my birthday!»

You stared at him for a second, then let yourself go in a smile. "Yes... I have to admit that this time you had a good idea."

He lit up. «So you agree to make the 15th of February our day?»

You sighed theatrically. "All right, all right. But only because I don’t want to be engaged on a day like today." Jungwon squeezed you even more, making a little satisfied noise, like a cat that has just been cuddled.

«Noona... you are a rare case.»

"And you are impossible."

«I know it.»

You smiled at each other, no need to say more. Because even if you didn’t say it openly, you both knew what you felt for each other.

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based off of this

BEREAL

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!nate x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the bereal notification goes off when you and your boyfriend are in an intimate situation.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: PURE FILTH, swearing, unprotected sex, p in v, choking, spanking, hair pulling, dumbification, breeding, ROUGH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 631

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: DID NOT MEAN TO RELEASE THIS LATE BUT I HAD TO WAIT UNTIL MIDNIGHT SINCE I REACHED THE POST LIMIT AGAIN😭

but anyway matt/chris will be back tomorrow!

nate’s phone blows up with notifications on the nightstand from the DA BOYZ group chat with nick, matt, and chris — but he’s too busy to check it now.

moaning loudly, your hands clutch at the pillow your head is lying on. your knuckles are white, eyes rolling back so far in your head. it’s been forty-five minutes, and you came twice already.

you guys are making a fucking mess, but neither of you cares at this moment. his and your cum combined slap against your thighs, a string of arousal connecting and breaking each time he thrusts into you. you mumble something into the pillows, but it’s so incoherent that it sounds like a moan.

his hand is wrapped tightly around your neck, the other one running up and down the small of your back. he’s so deep inside your cunt that you seriously don’t know how he does it.

drool drips down your chin and onto the sheets below, body becoming rag doll-like when your grip starts to loosen and you start to rock violently to the speed of the way he’s plowing hard into you with no mercy. “there she is; getting fucked stupid on my cock because that’s all you have to fucking live for.”

only groaning in response, you start to see specks of white every time you blink. your pussy is so tight around his dick that it makes it hard for him to move. nate’s so balls deep that it feels like he’s in your throat.

silenced screams go past your lips as the headboard bangs rapidly against his bedroom wall, his tip brushing against your g-spot for the nth time tonight. he moans, grabbing your ass and jiggling it before slapping it. “might have to put my kid in ya.” he hisses, giving it another hit. “i need to breed this pussy full. you let me use it so well.”

catching a glimpse at his lit phone screen, he sees a specific notification pop up:

⚠️time to bereal⚠️

2 min left to capture a bereal to see what your friends are up to!

he smirks, grabbing his phone and opening the app. he points the camera to his face as the time counts down. eyes hooded and lips swollen, a handful of hickeys decorate his neck in red and purple, along with a few scratch marks on his chest.

pressing the white button at the bottom of the screen, he grips the top of your hair to yank your head off the pillow. he quickly turns his phone around, the back camera getting your face into view.

nate waits patiently a few seconds for the picture to render, letting go of your head so he can upload it. this is the first time he’s seen what you look like all night.

strands of hair are disheveled or stuck to your forehead from sweating, eyes crossed with your tongue sticking out like a dog. that poor brain of yours thinking only about nate’s cock fucking the shit out of you.

“i’m cu-mming.” you hiccup, shaking violently as you’re overstimulated from three hard orgasms. the boy behind you licks his lips, stopping deep before spurts of his hot cum fill your womb.

seconds later, reactions come flooding in on his post. some are from peers from high school, while the rest are from the crew.

madi’s eyes are wide, her hand covering her mouth.

nick looks disgusted, his face half out of the frame.

matt’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline, mouth hanging open in complete shock.

last but not least, chris smiles widely at the camera with a big thumbs up.

matthew.sturniolo: oh brother

nicolassturniolo: NATHAN DOE.

user: she’s living the dream, i’m afraid…

madifilipowicz: 😟

user: HE HAS BITCHES???

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🫐… ( drabble ) caught ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 방찬 & 이필릭스 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ chan and felix confronting you ヾ

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request. ok so hear me out, bangchan and felix find out that the reader has been secretly flirting w both of them, so they decide to punish her

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i hope you like it <3 !!

you weren’t in a relationship with either of them; chan was someone you liked to flirt with and occasionally engage in a make out with when you were supposed to be producing songs together… so you didn’t think it was such a big deal that you also did the same when it was felix’s turn to record songs with you.

of course you never told the two , but you also never really hid it , so you thought they were ignoring it — well you soon find out you were very wrong about them knowing as they corner you in the bedroom of their dorm during one of their parties. “did you really think you could hide it from us?”

sitting on the bed as the australian duo hoovered above you; your legs crossed as you stared up at them with a smirk. “hide what? i have nothing to hide.” it was felix’s turn to speak. “oh so you just shamelessly flirted with the both of us? leading us both on?” his hand coming under your chin , gripping it. “you both fell for it right?” he bit his lower lip annoyed, but it turned you on seeing him get all frustrated. “don’t worry about it bro.” chan calmed the boy down. “she wanted the attention right?” he said. “so let’s give it to her.” turning to you with a smirk that sent shivers down your spine. “yeah?”

that’s how you ended up in bed with both of them. felix underneath you, his hips bucking up , his long cock kissing your cervix; your moans being concealed by chand thicker cock hitting the back of your throat. “you liked being stuff fu-full of cock?” he hissed, making sure to push your head down so you’d gag, he groaned in satisfaction, your hand jerking off what you couldn’t fit , your eyes teary. “fu-fuck i just knew you could suck cock.” he groaned. “ju-just didn’t think you’d liked being stuffed with two cocks like a slut.”

felix; who was below you with a death grip on your waist holding you in place as his cock pistoled inside of you. “fu-fuck.” he moaned. “be-best pussy i’ve had in a while.” you moaned around chans cock , the boy bouncing on his cock. chan pushed himself further down your throat , holding it there. “oh shit!” he moaned, listening to you gag around him. “im gonna cum, gonna cum right down your little throat.” his cock twitched as he came, filling your mouth with his seed. “mmmh fuck.”

his cock slipping out of your mouth, with a pop; taking his tip on your lips with a smirk. “what a good cum slut.” felix could feel his orgasm approaching, bringing his hand to your cunt , giving your spreaders folds a slap , making you yelp. “ah! im gonna cum.” he grunted, rubbing your clit. “fuck me too , cum.” chan pinched your nipples , you gasped cumming all over felix’s cock. “sh-shit.” you felt him cumming inside you, his warm seed leaking out of you. “so-so fucking tight.” he slipped out of you as well, both of them looking at you with hunger in there eyes. “we’re not done yet.”

chan lifted you off felix; manhandling you into the position he wanted you in. felix was already on his head, his leaky cock in his hand as he waited for you. “open up.” he pushed the tip of his cock into your mouth. “that’s it suck my cock.” his head thrown back.

chan look at your cunt with hunger in his eyes, running his fingers down your slit. “gonna have a so much fun with this pretty pussy , aren’t we lix?” the blonde groaned. “and this filthy mouth of hers.” he pushed your head down. “fuuuck , gonna fuck your mouth.” you moaned as chris finally slip inside you. “gonna ruin you for any other guys.”

“fu-fuck , by time we’re done you won’t be able to fuck anyone else but us.”

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