#but it was fun! more fun than a bar would be!

[prettyboykatsuki]

worst behavior | xavier (shen xinghui)

♡ tags ; afab + fem!reader, established relationship, public sex, jealousy, undercover work, a mention of sex work, rough sex, biting / marking, squirting, multiple orgasms, xavs a lil mean 18+

♡ wc ; 5k (???????)

♡ a/n ; an xavier fic about jealousy. very original i know. forgive me for that sdklfjsdk. but i had a thought.

forgive me if my characterization isnt up to par, he's the LI i feel the weakest writing.

♡ synopsis ; captain jenna sends you out as a honey-trap for an important persons in an ongoing investigation. You agree under the condition your partner is anyone but xavier, keenly aware of your boyfriends disposition.

and, naturally - nothing goes your way.

Of all of the eyes you have on you tonight, Xavier’s still manage to burn holes in you even in a crowded room.  

You can feel him, somehow. And it makes you sweat, for reasons both good and bad.  

You straighten yourself out as you get comfortable. Or you try to get comfortable - as much as you can be in the circumstances. Your skirt rides up tight on your thighs, and your heels are at least two inches higher then what you’d wear on a normal night out. Your top leaves little to be desired. A halter top that’s backless, showing off the dip of your spine with a neck line that’s only barely above your navel. No bra, courtesy of your colleagues suggestions.   

Your being held together mostly by fashion tape and prayer. A fun clubbing outfit is nice, but you wonder if the thong was entirely necessary or if the skirt had to be made out of leather to get the job done. Never mind the cut of the clothes, other than your skirt - your top is nearly see through. It’s risqué, even for you  - the kind of thing you would’ve worn when you were trying to get shitface drunk during your Hunter Academy years and squeeze the drinks out of unsuspecting bar-goers.  

Not the kind of outfit you wear often these days, for reasons that are honestly mostly practical. But namely because you’ve got one terribly jealous boyfriend.  

Xavier hasn’t ever told you explicitly how you’re allowed to dress or who you’re allowed to go out with or anything. He’s not controlling, but he is territorial. Enough that you’d rather dress a little less sexy if it means being able to walk the next morning.  

It’s because you know your boyfriend, you didn’t volunteer to take this case in the first place. But Captain Jenna briefed your team on the details of the mission and ultimately the best person for the job was you. The details are a little lost on you now since you’d tuned out most of the meeting, but that was the gist. You could pull off being ‘sexy’ without backing out of even when things got dicey. Reluctantly, you allowed yourself to be pulled into the role under the conditions your mission partner wasn’t Xavier. You’d hope this would circumvent any problems - and that you could doctor the details to him later. Underplaying the whole thing and getting away scott-free.  

Of course, nothing works out the way you hope. The day of the mission you get a long and sympathetic  message from Captain Jenna. A change in plans on your partner, and a message from Simone saying she’s sorry.  

You’ve seen Xavier upset before. Plenty of times. You’ve watched him blow-out all of the lights on the street because a guy was trying to make conversation with you. You’ve seen him get defensive over a kid handing you a flower and telling you your pretty. Xavier is a professional at sulking and an expert at holding petty grudges.  

But truly, you think the silent car ride to the N109 zone while you’re dressed in your mission clothes is the quietest you’ve ever seen him. Aside from briefings, you haven’t spoken very much at all since you departed from headquarters. Leave it to him to remain professional, you suppose.  

Honestly, you’re more worried about him then you are about your target. Seducing a big-time arms dealer with your feminine charm is a cake walk, but bringing him back to the hotel room where your jealous partner is waiting on arrest and interrogation? Knowing Xavier is watching you from the monitors in the room with his jaw clenched? That’s more nerve wracking then anything.  

Worse, he can hear you. He’ll have to listen to you flirt over the mic. It’s just a safety precaution, and it’s not like you mean it. But having your boyfriend listen while you set-up a honey trap and try to do it in the most convincing and least suspicious way possible feels like your personal hell. You honestly don’t know who has it worse - you or him.  

You sip on your drink and wait at the bar, eyes scanning the room. He’s an older man. In his late fifties. Recently paid out a large sum to a shell corporation that covers illegal protocore trade and research. It’s your first time meeting in person, but you’ve been establishing rapport for the last few weeks with the monitoring of your team by flirting over messages for a month or two. Playing sugar baby to a wealthy businessman is the angle.  

Your work is done once you convince him to come up to the room with you. You’re on a mission and this is all just business.  

You remind yourself of all of this and bury the thought of your boyfriend is watching you as you do.  

Just before you’re finished with your drink, your target enters the room. He’s tall and broad. Salt-and-pepper hair with a nasty look in his eye and a wiry smile. Wealthy too, with a tailored suit and a designer watch. He smiles at you eerily when he spots you at the bar. You take a deep breath and smile back, turning the dial up a hundred.  

He sits next to you after he weaves through the crowd. His voice is deep, almost oppressive.  

“There you are,” Your purr. You relax your body language, elbows on the bar and slouched forward. You look at him playfully, pouting. You feel ridiculous but you sell it anyways. Unfortunately, you’re a natural. “I was beginning to think I’d got stood up,”  

“Forgive me for testing your loyalty,” He replies evenly. Something about it gives you the chills. “I had to make sure I wasn’t being tricked,”  

You giggle innocently - a ditsy smile on your face.  “What reason would I have to trick you?”  

“Are you saying there’s nothing you want from me?”  

You shake your head, batting your lashes as you pretend to think it over. “Of course I do. But,” You use your heel and slide up his leg gently, head tilted. You can see the arousal in his face and you scoff internally at how easy it all is. “Well, I’ve got a better means of getting it, is all,”  

He pauses, assessing you a while before smiling. “Can I buy you a drink miss?”  

You grin. “Yes please,”  

__ 

The elevator ride to the hotel room is the most excruciating part of the mission yet.  

It’s easy enough to seduce him. After a few more minutes of banter, and some light touches  - followed with a more direct line of flirting, he’s in the palm of your hand. You manage to keep him from kissing you or going any further with the promise you’ll do anything he asks once you’re back in the room. Acting coy works in your favor at least. In the effort of being convincing though, you’re currently latched around his arm and acting like you’ve got nothing but hot  air between your ears.  

You cringe internally at the arm around your waist, thankful he has enough courtesy not to touch you too intimately. From what you know Xavier can see this too, and you can only hope that he understands it’s all for the mission.  

His hand squeezes your waist. You lean into the touch, smiling while trying not to show a single sign of discomfort. You breathe in and relax.   

Swallowing your nerves, the elevator doors slide open with a soft ding. You take his hand in yours, being proactive as to not have to turn around to look at him.  

“Come on now,”  

He laughs. “Eager are we?”  

You hum. “I’ve been waiting all night you know?”  

He sneers. “Little minx,”  

Wincing internally, you turn back to look at him. You smile as your eyes meet, focusing your attention on walking him down the hall. Your room is all the way at the end and it takes you a few seconds to find your key-card. It’s a quick swipe, another beep, and before you know it - you’re leading your target inside.  

You keep talking until the door shuts behind you, and the two of you are enveloped in darkness. You barely know what you’re saying at that point, heart-hammering as you wait for the coast to clear. You can feel Xavier’s presence in the room with you, though you can’t make his face out in the dark. Your target seems none-the-wiser.  

Finally, once his guard is down and he’s about to push you further - you push him off gently. Teasingly. And then give your signal. 

 “Hands off, mister. At least let me wash up first,”  

On cue, Xavier appears from the shadows. He’s swift. It happens too quickly for you to catch the interaction, startled by his presence even though you knew he was behind the door. It takes hardly any time until your suspect is apprehended - a pair of cuffs on the back of his wrists and a very forceful Xavier holding him down with his face to the floor and pinned under his weight.  

You peek at Xavier as he pins down your target. When your eyes lock, you see something so intense in the blues of his eyes that you force yourself to look away. Your target is saying something, protesting about being deceived but Xavier forces him down further - jaw feathering with anger. He puts a hand up to his ear until the channel changes, alerting the rest of the team.  

“Suspect is apprehended. Send in any reinforcements,”  

__  

It doesn’t take long after the arrest to clean-up any loose ends and end the mission.  

Your target gets taken into custody soon after being subdued and Captain Jenna clears both you and Xavier after your team is finished sweeping the remaining floors for any other material. One of the rookie members on your team managed to apprehend whoever was with him. A bodyguard from the looks of it.  

Whatever the case, things wrapped up smoothly.  

As soon as you both dismissed, Xavier tugs you away from your team without word. The last look you got as from one very apologetic Simone who’d been your partner assigned to the case originally. You’re sure you’ll get a long message from her later.  

Xavier pulls you down the hall, all the way into the elevator without a single word or glance.  

You wait with him in complete darkness, before noticing that he’s pressing to a floor above you. Not the hotel lobby where you thought you’d be headed.  

You miraculously manage to find your voice. 

“…Uhm. Where are we going?”  

Xavier looks at you. “Upstairs,”  

You blink “We’re not going home…?” 

Xavier grabs hold of your wrist again, pulling you close to him. Your bodies are pressed together, his hand on your lower back. His voice is shaky, breath caressing the exposed skin of your neck. His voice, usually smooth, comes out rasped. “You think I can wait that long? ” 

You open your mouth just to close it again, finding yourself at a loss for words. Xavier lets out a huff, loosening his grip but not letting you go. You’re still hugged to him, his head on your shoulder - trying to steady his breathing a bit before pulling away until you’re face to face. You give him a long suffering look as your eyes meet  before sighing and accepting your fate. Nuzzling up to him slightly, you do your best to look as pathetic as possible.  

He glances down at you. You think it almost works on him.  

“Nice try, but I won’t let you go that easily.”  

You feel your stomach swoop, your own voice somewhat obscured. “Figured,”  

__ 

You don’t get a  chance to ask any questions.  

It feels a little like deja vu stumbling back into a dark hotel room with Xavier on your tail. But the stakes feel much higher now then they did before when you were making your arrest. You feel more uneasy, off-center.  

At least with your work, you know exactly what to do. You’ve dealt with enough criminal enterprises to have an idea of what to do. There’s not as much guesswork, just a number of variables to consider. Keep yours wits about you and it’s easy enough to clear most missions without hassle.  

With Xavier, you can only ever be unsure and a little apologetic.  

You don’t even get a second to breathe. By the time the door closes behind you, Xavier is on you. You feel your back hit the door of your hotel room with a dull thud - a hand on the back of your head thoughtfully to soften any impact. 

The first syllables of his name are cut-short with his lips on yours.  

This is hardly the first time you’ve gone through the motions of Xavier’s jealousy. Having sex to blow off steam, feel comforted by the heat of your body - you understand his desires well.  

That’s why you know this time is different.  

It’s hot. Like a star burning through the atmosphere, the way Xavier kisses you makes you feel the floor is falling from under your feet. It’s strange, suffocating. He doesn’t take any time to pry your mouth open with his, make the kiss deep enough to be loud - he isn’t waiting for anything. Heavy breaths followed with a groan, his hands all over you in a heartbeat. You make a noise of indignance that’s ultimately lost in a litany of moans and heavy breaths.  

Xavier kisses as hard as he does heavy. Enough to feel bruising, especially as his teeth find themselves sinking into your lower lip. Biting down just sharp enough to make your mind fizzle out - a broken whimper in the back of your throat. He’s harsh in his kisses, in his touch. You find yourself searching for your next breath.  

Intoxicated with it, Xavier only pulls away when you’re both nearly out of it. When you’re panting, a thin thread of saliva between you  - Xavier eyes blown out wide. You feel your mouth dry. A weak feeling in your knees as your arms circle his shoulder.  

“You’re mad,” You say lamely, unsure of what else there is. Xavier scoffs. 

“Of course I am,”  

You try to think of a way to explain yourself but the words come up empty. There’s a pressure in the air, dizzying heat as your eyes stay locked onto his and you try to figure out how to ease his mood. Chewing your lip, you go doe-eyed. Try to suck up to him to see if he’ll yield. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think they’d choose me, and I couldn’t—“  

Xavier interrupts you. “You were keeping it from me,”  

Shit. “I knew you wouldn’t like it,”  

He scoffs again, just on the edge of mean. “So you thought you shouldn’t tell me and decided to do something that dangerous on your own? You were planning on going in there without any real back up without informing me and you thought I’d just let it slide?”  

You find yourself out of things to say. Xavier looks frustrated. He leans in closer, jaw tight - speaking only loud enough for you to hear.  

“You were flirting with him so easily. Do you know how he looked at you?” His voice makes the room feel cold. A chill crawls up your spine. “I should’ve broken his wrists,”  

“Xavier,” Your words come out in a half-gasp. “You don’t mean that,”  

He stares at you. It’s hard not to get swept up in his gaze. “I hate when anyone else looks at you. I hate when people get close to you. I almost lost my mind when he touched you and you didn’t even push him away. You seemed so used to it, so friendly I almost—“ 

You put a hand on his chest. “Baby, I was acting. Just acting. I didn’t mean any of it, so you don’t need to—“ 

He grits his teeth. “I almost came down there to separate you. I wanted to so badly. I almost did, and I only held it in because it’d make it harder for you. Even right now I regret it not doing more,”  

You pause, pressing your lips together. Xavier goes on.    

“I should’ve caused a disturbance, but I didn’t because you wouldn’t like it. But I still feel like this,” His voice is low. Shaky. “So. What should I do?”  

You feel bad. You can’t help it. You know it’s not good to coddle him when he gets like this, but you’d be lying if you acted like you hated it. Pressing your palm to his cheek, you study him for a beat and look a little apologetically.  

Your voice is whisper soft. “You can do whatever you want to me,”  

He inhales sharply. “You’re mine,”  

“I’m yours,” You agree easily. 

For a minute, he just breathes you in. His nose nudges against your jaw, inhaling the scent of your skin and perfume. His teeth nip at your pulse point, sucking a hickey into it hard as both of his hands find your ass and squeeze tight. You lean back against the door, tilting your chin up to give him room. “Shit, Xavier,”  

“After I saw you in this I wanted to take fuck you in the middle of the bar, right where everyone was watching,” He says, crass.  Direct with nothing left to hold him back.  

You whimper. Xavier bites at your shoulder and neck - his grip on your ass nearly bruising now. “At least that way no one would bother you,”  

He sighs like he’s exasperated as he kisses down the column of your throat, dipping his down and pushing aside the fabric of your top to reveal nothing but pasties. He’s gentle at least about removing whats covering them - putting them somewhere you can’t make out in the dark. Your nipples harden under the cool air. Xavier takes one bud between his incisors and tugs gently, flicking against the sensitive skin until you gasp and lapping over it with his tongue. His other hand plays with the other one, rolling it between his fingers and pinching slight enough that you yelp.  

“If I can’t do that much then I’ll mark you all over instead,” Xavier whispers against your skin. You feel your legs almost give out. A trail of arousal drips down between your thighs, reaches past even the edge of your tiny skirt. “So next time you wear something like this, people know not to bother. Again and again and again, so they don’t fade,”  

“You’re making it sound like you— haah— wanna be with me f-forever,”  

He doesn’t say anything. Just prints another hickey onto you. A few on your breasts, on your sternum, on your navel. In places they don’t need to be. You feel a bite mark on your tits that makes your jaw fall open. Xavier makes sure to lap at your wounds each time he leaves them, makes sure to pleasure you after the pain so you lose yourself to it entirely.  

He’s good at making you forgive him.  

He puts a hand between your thighs after a while of biting, your leather skirt riding up until it’s bunched at your waist. His fingers press against the soaked lace of your thong, middle finger padding against your clit over the material. You inhale soft, breaking off into a gasp when you feel him push against you harder. You hold on his arm.  

“Wait, wait—“  

The protest falls on deaf ears. You hold onto Xaviers forearms, legs trembling as your calves brace - heels making it hard to stand. Xavier’s touch is relentless, free hand at the small of your back as if to anchor. He kisses your jaw, nuzzling his nose into the skin as he reaches back over the waistband of your panties. Direct friction proving to be too much, your heads spinning. Xavier isn’t usually this aggressive - but no matter how much you twitch against his fingers, how much you whimper for him to wait a moment - he holds you steady. Demands it from you, breathing you in - a quiet repetition.  

He’s determined to make you cum just like this, on shaky legs, barely upright as your eyes roll back up into the dark. You put a hand over your mouth to muffle the noise but it slips out anyway  - worsens when Xavier bites down.  

“I want to hear you,”  

“We’re next to the door,”  

“Are you worried someone will walk by?”  

You look at him, incredulous.  

“Let them listen. Show them how good I make you feel,”  

He pushes forward. His fingers know exactly the right way to touch you - knows what angle makes you too sensitive, feel like too much. Your mouth falls open, both hands on his wrists as he rubs your clit in circles. It hardens under his touch until you’re trembling, moaning quietly.  

“Xavier, Xavier wait—I’ll cum,”  

His voice is hardened. “Then do it,” 

His name passes your lips as a whine this time, a plea as you feel an orgasm wash over you. Your whole body tenses as you slump against the door for support.  

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”  

Your body seizes as you struggle to keep yourself upright, Xavier holding you up as a wave of pleasure over comes you. You limbs curl in, mind blanking out as you succumb to it. Still trembling, you struggle to you push yourself back up right. Xavier helps you you, balancing your weight against the door as he traps you against it for a second time. Your cunt throbs, still pulsing from your first orgasm but you don’t get any time to catch your breath.  

He presses his lips to yours again with the same fervor as before - more to his emotions then jealousy. Desires burns hot inside of you, makes a pit form at your core at the desperation he touches you with. Like you’re the only thing he’s ever thought of wanting, the only thing he can think to need.  

You pant his name between kisses, trying to catch his attention. Wanting to slow down, still feeling fuzzy from the high of your orgasm. Your palms press against his chest, cling to his shoulders. You’re briefly distracted by his strength as you feel the muscles tenses.  

You call his name softly. “Xavier, mm - wait, wait please,”  

He doesn’t stop. “What do you need me to wait for?”  

“’s too much, just—“ 

His voice is even. “If this is too much for you, you’ll break before the nights over,”  

The word break makes the lust in your veins burn - like fire running through you. You’re gasping as Xavier pushes his hand between your legs again - his fingers probing deeper this time. You feel him glide across the length of your slit, feeling the arousal. Your muscles twitching as he brushes your clit on a each pass, but not deliberately.  

“If I can do whatever I want, then I’ll have to fuck you until I’m satisfied. It’s too late to take it back, so don’t say it’s too much. Just be good and take it,”  

Fuck. Your whole body melts. The declaration in it, the demand. A surety that leaves your stomach tied in knots. You feel Xaviers fingers at your entrance. His middle finger slips inside of your pussy with ease. You press your face into his shoulder, leaning into him for support while he stretches you open. He works himself inside of you slowly but still impatiently. Eagerly searching for your sweet spot and finding it easily. His fingers are thinner, but long - reach deeper than you could on your own. He fucks himself into you down to the knuckle, humming as you clench down around the digit in arousal.  

“You’re sucking me in,” He laughs against your neck. You whimper. “Do you want it that badly?”  

The answer is a resounding yes. Right now especially, it feels like the only thing that’ll calm you down. All your inhibitions melt away and give way to something carnal. Your core is throbbing, hips rutting into the air and chasing friction. Sensation. Any kind of release to the tension you feel  building inside of you all over again.  

Xavier curls fingers into your gspot, touching you deeply before he adds another finger and stretches you out as he scissors them. He gives you little time to adjust, not as much as he would on another day. Thinking of the slight ache only arouses you further, some distant lust at the idea of being taken.  

Xavier works you open until your pussy grows wetter, stickier from arousal - the sound filthy as he pumps them in and out of you with no intent other then working you up. You bite down on your lip trying to hold it in. A cruel and precise touch makes it pointless, moaning loud at the sudden jolt of pleasure.  

You want more then this. Your body is begging for it.  

“Xavier, please. Please,” 

“I thought it was too much. Did you change your mind?”  

You look at him, lips drawn into a pout. Even in the dark, you can make out his features. It’s easy to see amusement flash over his face - affection and adoration wrapped up in his jealousy and anger.  

“Did you?” He presses.  

“Please,”  

Xavier wordlessly pulls away from you, spinning you around effortlessly until you’re facing the door and pressing your weight against it. It doesn’t take long before you hear the sound of a zipper, followed by something hard heavy pressed against your ass. Xavier puts his hand on top of yours, interlocking your fingers. His other hand holds onto your hips, pulling you until you’re flush to his cock. You push yourself back on him as Xavier tsks.  

“Look at you,”  

Your head feels hazy at his tone of voice. Half-way between amusement and mocking. “’m sorry. Please fuck me,” 

Xavier eases his cock into you without any warning. You find your waist going weak - only being held up by him as he stretches your cunt. His cock is long - intrusive as the tip presses through to the entrance. Tight hole yielding to him easily, familiar with the shape and taste of it. You’ve taken him so many times over but it never fails to make you feel so fucking good. Your pussy throbs as you push yourself onto him further, itching to take him completely - aching from somewhere deep.  

A  moan is punched out of your lungs. Satisfaction and pleasure makes a mess of your nerves, your thighs trembling from effort as you lean on the door for support. He’s not even all the way in, but you’re sensitive - so worked up youhave to make effort to breathe around the pleasure.  

“Don’t you think its unfair, acting so shameless when I’m meant to be taking it out on you?” Xavier asks. He fucks into you deeper in one hard thrust, nearly dropping you to your knees. His name comes out like a cry. “You’re clinging onto me so much,” 

You moan his name feeling especially helpless to it. Your mind feels  completely blank, you’re barely able to respond to his taunting. All you can feel is white-hot pleasure, heart pounding as your fingers curl up. The euphoric drag of the head through silken walls, the sticky warmth and skin on skin. How close he is, how deep. Your voice no longer something you can control.  

“You’re being so loud now. They’ll hear you,” Xavier presses. You feel your pussy tighten at the thought. Anyone could walk by and hear exactly how you sound sheathed on his cock. The desperation in your voice. Your arousal spikes and it doesn’t go unnoticed. “You want them to hear you? You must like the attention. Maybe I’m not giving you enough. Is that why you did such a thing?”  

You feel incoherent. “Xavier, Xavier,”  

“I’ll make up for it, so remember it clearly next time you want to misbehave,” His hand comes around your throat, the other around your waist as fingers brush against your clit. Your body jolts at the touch. Loud moans echoing in your room as Xaviers voice brushes your ear, breath tickling your skin. “You’re mine,” He punctuates, bottoming out completely. Your mind feels like it’s on the precipice of breaking, hung over the knifes edge of pleasure. “I’ll fuck it into you so you don’t forget easily.”  

“Xavier, close, getting close, gonna cum—“  

The hand on your throat remains steady as his fingers rub your clit. Xavier is quiet as he makes you cum. His teeth are sunk into your shoulder, leaving a bite deep enough to sting as your vision starts to blur out. Bleary and needy.   

The knot in your belly unwinds as you repeat yourself frantically. Getting closer and closer, your whole body broken out into tremors. Your shoulders are shaking. Xavier groans - his teeth scraping at your neck - tugging your earlobe. He focuses all of his energy into fucking you hard. Deep and fast, tip kissing your cervix on each pass with a perfect curve.  

You blink once, twice before you’re seeing stars. Your cunt spasms, something warm and wet spraying onto the floor beneath you as Xavier fucks you through your orgasm. You feel like a neutron star, your mind caving in as pure euphoria fractures your conscious and leaves you completely and utterly out of breath - body leaning on the door as your remaining strength is drained from you.  

When you manage to catch your breath, Xavier leans over your shoulder and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. It startles you a little as your mind is slow to catch up. His demeanor much softer and more mellowed now, even though he’s yet to cum. Apparently fucking you stupid really does help his mood.  

He kisses your shoulder. “It’s too early to tap out, but we’ll do it in bed this time,”  

You laugh sincerely. “Okay. Yeah, thanks.”  

[minkieater]

most to least likely in ateez to wanna share their girlfriend with the members…?

SHARETEEZ ☆ atz ot8 x fem!reader

please i love this topic so fucking much, thank you for asking this !!!!! shareteez is so important to me. the only government ship i used is yungi because im insane and addicted to them 😄 not proofread sorry 4 any mistakes <3

smut mdni 18+ | wc ~4k

most likely …

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀 ☆

idk what it is about hwa but something about him screams voyeurism to me. i think he’d be the one to bring it up, and i also think he’d share you with every single member if he could. as the oldest, even if he doesn’t share his personal items, something about sharing you gives him a sense of control. he’s always sitting in the corner of the hotel room, watching, analyzing as one of his best friends makes his girl feel good, but also, something about watching two people he loves together, right in front of his face, gets him off. he doesn’t wanna be involved— he wants to sit in his corner and watch, see how you react, see what the others do that he does or doesn’t do, watch how his members fall apart because of you. he’s prideful about it, it’s a way of showing you off, showing his members what they can have for a night but never to keep. he’s never jealous if you cum quick or if you’re screaming for another member, he’s watching with calculated eyes, taking notes, trying to ignore the ache of his cock that he doesn’t touch until he can’t take it anymore.

his favorite person to share you with is san. san is a passionate man in everything he does, his motivation never dies, and god does that statement remain true when it comes to sex. seonghwa is addicted to letting san fuck you, he’s the only member that’s fucked you more than once, hwa is obsessed with how you react for him, how easily you fall apart under his touch, the sounds the two of you make… seonghwa nearly asks for his wrists to be tied to the chair. its impossible not to stroke his cock while san’s eating you out, to not cum at the same time you do, to not drool as he watches the muscles in san’s toned back flex as he fucks you. hwa is a mess in his corner, his lap covered in cum, hand slick and wrist aching while his cock lays flaccid and utterly spent— but he still can’t stop, not when san hasn’t finished yet, not when you aren’t brainless and lifted to that fuzzy space that only san brings you to so easily. seonghwa could watch you for hours, his own personal movie, his favorite part would always be when you twisted your head to stare at him as you came, every single time. seonghwa would die a happy man in his corner if he was watching one of his best friends fuck you stupid.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐍 ☆

san would quite literally do anything his gf asked of him, but i think san is a fucking freak to begin with and watching you with someone else would be a dream to him. he’s obsessed with your pleasure, a demon possessed when it comes to getting you off, there isn’t a day that goes by where you aren’t finishing from some ministrations of choi san. if you even so much as look at another member with lingering eyes he’s on it— he’s observant, he’s horny, and his mind is always going, thinking of something new, trying it out with you, getting you past the finish line with it. san is a quiet man but he’s always storing details away, saving them for later, rewording them into propositions to make you think it was his idea. when san drops the idea of you hooking up with someone else, you’re the one shocked as if he’d just stripped you bare, peered inside your mind, as if all your thoughts were written across your forehead. san doesn’t get jealous, he’d do anything to get you off, and he means that.

san giggled to himself when he watched you approach yeosang in the backlit bar. quiet and meek, san would have never expected yeosang to agree to dance with you— but the blush that crossed yeosang’s cheeks, how his ears tipped red, san knew he was going to have fun with this. san stood with wooyoung as he watched you dance with yeosang, grinding on him, hands around his neck, lips ghosting his skin, san’s pants were agonizingly tight and only grew tighter every time yeosang glanced their way with worried eyes. he didn’t stop, though, he never asked for permission, and for some reason it made san hornier that yeosang knew you called the shots. so when the three of you made it back to your shared place and you sat with your back pressed against san’s chest and yeosang between your thighs, it was no surprise to any of you when san ended up finishing untouched, ropes of hot cum painting your back, sticking your skin to his. it was so hot, hotter than san could have ever expected, too hot to not make the occurrence a regular thing. after that night you invited the rest of the boys to your bedroom, one by one, it became a game to you and san. who could get you off the fastest, who did new things that you could incorporate into your own sex life, who you wanted to invite back into the bedroom. san was always present, always watching, always right there, always touching, always finishing at the same time as you.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈 ☆

mingi would share the world with yunho, so yungi topping mingi’s gf is so real to me i’m 100% convinced it’s true. unlike the other two before him, mingi is possessive and jealous by nature, he can be shy and insecure, but never when it comes to yunho. he’s third on this list because i think he’d be dating his gf for less than six months before he let yunho get his hands on her, Grade A Lover Boy ™, he’s so open to the idea that he’s the one pushing it to happen— he’s been having threesomes with yunho ever since he started having sex, so when it comes to you, his perfect little girlfriend, why wouldn’t he want to show you off to yunho? he boasts about you all the time, how pliant you are for him, how your pussy is the best he’s ever had, how your body was sculpted by god himself. it makes yunho drool and fills mingi with such a sense of pride he needs to show him as soon as he can, let him experience it for himself, but asking you is the hard part. somehow explaining the relationship between the two without making it sound like he’s objectifying you in any way, because he’s not, you’re the two people in this world he loves the most, and he’s just as confident in yunho’s skills as he is in how he feels about you.

when you agree without a second of contemplation mingi knows he’s found the one. so he invites yunho over to your shared apartment on a random weeknight, a couple glasses of liquor between you to ease your one sided nerves, and you were laid out bare on your mattress before you had a moment to second guess. two huge men towered over you, taking you for everything you were worth, making you finish over and over and over until you had nothing left to give. yunho’s long fingers inside you combined with mingi’s thick, calloused hands roaming across your body, in your mouth, in your hair, when the both of them filled you up, at the same time, you were a sight to be seen by the end, the end that you weren’t sure would ever come. you didn’t want it to, and neither did mingi, who loved everything about it. he enjoyed threesomes with yunho always, but with you, they’ve never been more in tune with one another, it’s never been so intimate. fucking has always been fucking, but with you it was more, it was a dance, a rhythm, a mutual agreement never spoken out loud. mingi’s relationship with yunho changed after that— aspects of your own relationship with mingi changed after that. it didn’t stop with just that one time, neither you or mingi could let it be a one time thing, yunho kept coming over, the two of you kept seeking him out, even when you were in public yunho became regular, routine, never spoken about, only enjoyed.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 ☆

even if wooyoung is a fucking freak i think this would definitely take him by surprise. i KNOW he is the mayor of freakville and would do anything at any point in time, but i think inviting someone else in, someone he knows so closely, so intimately, might make him double take just for a second. especially because its neither you or him that initiates it, it’s the third party peering in, the third party who has watched you, listened to you, can’t stop thinking about the two of you and wants to join in on the fun. you’re down immediately, but wooyoung…? as much as he would be down for a threesome, inviting a member in makes him think logistics. for once he’s thinking with his brain and not his cock when it comes to you, you’re his, and as much as he loves to show you off, a shred of insecurity lies deep in his gut somewhere. he thinks on it for a total of two (2) days and then he can’t stop thinking about it, what you’d look like under him, what you’d sound like, how he’d look inside you… it’s all too much for him all at once, the realization that he needs it, that he’d beg for it if it came down to it.

but he quickly remembers that it was him the two of you needed that final yes from. seonghwa comes over as soon as he shoots the text and the three of you are stripped bare without as much as hello, wooyoung thinks that maybe the two of you have him beat in freakiness. he doesn’t feel left out for a moment, though, not as seonghwa slips into easily found dominance, giving the two of you instruction, watching you make out sloppily on the bed before he’s pulling you apart and making you obey him. wooyoung’s cock was rock hard the moment he stepped foot into your bedroom, as soon as seonghwa used that voice on him, hitting that sweet submissive spot in his brain he couldn’t always tap into so easily. you were both switches in your relationship, neither of you dominant all the time, usually switching in an out of roles during one singular session, but seonghwa tamed you both with ease and wooyoung ate it up, he was a whimpering mess before he knew it, cock overstimulated and red and angry, laid against his stomach still wet from seonghwa’s mouth as he watched him fuck into you with no mercy— you were a crying, screaming mess, too, already came too many times, yet none of you wanted to stop. seonghwa was toying with you both and wooyoung was obsessed, he let it go on until either you or seonghwa had enough, and it seemed you had the same idea, too. both of you wanting to please him, satisfy him, give him what he wanted from both of you. only on nights where both you and wooyoung were reminiscing particularly hard did you call him and beg him to come over again, to dominate you both, to send you back into that headspace you’d never forget.

𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 ☆

yeosang is only down here cus i think if you brought it up poorly you’d hurt his feelings. he’s really a chill guy and he’s super versatile when it comes to sex, i think there’s not much that he’d say no to, but he’d definitely have to think it over for a long time before deciding to say yes to opening up your relationship to anyone, let alone another member. you’d have several conversations about it before even thinking about choosing a partner, setting boundaries for one another, what a threesome would consist of, why you’re doing it in the first place. choosing someone was another week-long conversation, going through every single member before deciding on one together, the reasons why you were choosing him, making sure none of this was being easily decided. yeosang is heavily aware that this is a big ask of another member, and he won’t be anything but wise in his choosing, in his intentions. then it came down to actually asking him, the safety of it all, precautions and boundaries, what would actually happen during the encounter. yeosang would want all bases covered before going into it, you’re too important to him to lose, and his members are too important to him to fuck up his dynamic with any of them. it’d be months of just talking and planning before anything actually happened.

the two of you choose wooyoung because he’s the closest to you both, you spend a decent amount of time together just you three, wooyoung going as far as joking that you adopted him to the other members all the time. he’s kind, respectful and light-hearted, you both trust him deeply, and you think you could show him a good time, and vice versa. wooyoung is def thrown off when you approach him with the seriousness of it all, he’s probably like yeah sure and then you two throw a five page long essay about why you chose him and what would happen in said threesome. not really. but it probably feels like that to wooyoung, who’s ready to strip his clothes off when you asked him if he’s open-minded. yeosang is feeling confident when the night finally comes, and falls into pace and rhythm with wooyoung easily, the two of them bouncing off one another and leaving you a writhing mess. it’s a dance of hands and spit and tongues and cum, kissing yeosang while riding wooyoung’s face, blowing wooyoung while yeosang stretches you out, relying on two sets of strong shoulders while they both try to fit inside you, fighting to keep your eyes open to watch as they messily makeout over your shoulder. it was a true threesome; not one of you left out, no one left untouched, wooyoung was exactly what you expected him to be, if not more. it left yeosang feeling so confident that he’s the one to suggest it happen again— after you caught him making out with wooyoung after one too many beers at the bar.

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎 ☆

jeong yunho is a deeply possessive man, we all know this, and i think there’s only one way this could possibly go. he isn’t possessive out of insecurity or jealousy, but because you’re his, and no one else should be able to see all of you, hear you the way only he gets you. soft and submissive, bendable, pliant, obeying— that’s how he loves you, how he needs you, yunho is dominant, extremely dominant, and when it comes to your sex life, you will not do anything unless he asks it of you, or unless he makes you. so when you make a silly joke about fucking mingi, he takes it personally, he almost spanks you for it— why would you want to invite anyone else into your bedroom? why do you want someone else to fuck you? you had a long session that night, yunho took it upon himself to fuck some sense back into you, because yunho is all you need, jokes or not, you know better than that. as the days followed, yunho found himself daydreaming about fucking both of you, dominating you at the same time, two people crying and begging at his mercy… it was less about sharing you and more about making the both of you his, even if it was just for a night. his cock was standing tall at the thought, he could see it in his head, thinking of his best friend that way opened another can of worms he wasn’t sure he even wanted to act on, so he didn’t. not for months.

then there’s that one time he’s out with you and mingi somewhere completely innocent, like the farmer’s market, somewhere the three of you go often, probably twice a month when your schedules allow. the two of you are deep in conversation standing in front of a fruit stand, and yunho’s speaking to you, trying to get your attention but neither of you hear him, and it pisses him off. he snaps his fingers, something he does to you when you’re lost in a session, when your mind floats away even with all of your training, when he needs you to come back down to earth. but instead of your head snapping up it’s the both of you, with wide eyes and parted lips, waiting for yunho to say something, waiting for instruction. it awakens a feeling he buried deep in his gut that he couldn’t help but get you both in the car and back to your place immediately. the bond the three of you shared has never gone unnoticed in your years of being friends, and that mental link you had was proving itself more than ever now, how both you and mingi went straight to the bedroom, sat yourselves quietly on the bed awaiting yunho’s instruction. it was heaven to yunho, as he instructed mingi on how exactly to make you cum, how to suck on your clit, how to curve his fingers inside you to hit that one spot that made you squirt on demand. it was even better when he instructed you on jerking mingi off, how he held mingi’s hands behind his back, how he made you edge him over and over until he cried, abdomen clenching and sweat beading down his skin. yunho’s favorite was when you both sucked him off at the same time, how your tongues danced with each other on his cock, how you both had that gleam in your eye solely to please him. yunho couldn’t get enough after that— having one person completely submit themselves to him was one thing, but to have two? it’s safe to say that was not the last time mingi was in your shared bedroom with yunho.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆 ☆

another possessive demon freak is hongjoong! you would piss him off so bad if you didn’t bring this up in a delicate way, honestly even if you did bring it up delicately he’d still prolly be pissed off. i think he’s the only member that would get mad mad tho, like not speak to you or sleep on the couch or something. why would you need anyone but him? he gives you everything you ask for, and it’s still not enough? when would it be enough for you???? it drives him insane for days, bro can’t work because he’s legitimately tripping over you thirsting after another one of his members. plus your sex life is great, he breaks your back every time he fucks you, he doesn’t consider it sex unless you’ve came two or three times. why would you need anyone else??? even if he could accept the fact that you wanted more— he has to come to terms with the fact that he’s to share you? the thought is ridiculous. someone else seeing you spread out, writhing, hearing you, possibly touching you? it makes him homicidal tbh he’s actually fucking crazy. knowing you have exes makes him rage enough, but to willingly let someone else see you is a whole different ordeal.

but he hated the idea of letting someone else watch a little less, so there’s your compromise. you let him choose because he’s insane and he tries to think of someone who would get the most pleasure out of sitting off to the side and just enduring, someone borderline pathetic, someone so horny they’d say yes to everything. naturally his mind leads him right to wooyoung, who said yes in a heartbeat. sat in the corner of the room in a cozy chair, wooyoung already had his pants pulled down to his thighs when hongjoong had just started kissing you. he smiled into your lips, knowing he was putting on a show, pride consuming him at the fact that he got to show this part of you off. as much as he hated the idea initially, he warmed up to it quickly when he realized how desperate wooyoung was, when he saw how badly wooyoung wanted to join in, wanted to be touched… depriving him of that made his cock harder, made him want to please you more, wanted to show wooyoung what he’ll never fucking have. hearing wooyoung whine and moan and gasp whenever he locked eyes with you, when hongjoong made you cum again, it made hongjoong want to work harder, want to make you cum again and again and again, just to hear you, to hear him, to dangle you right in front of wooyoung’s face. hongjoong never thought of himself as an exhibitionist but i think that experience definitely changed his life, and he wouldn’t mind showing you off for someone else again.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎 ☆

tbh i think jongho would be weirded out. he doesn’t see a point in opening up your relationship unless he wasn’t enough for his gf, and at that point he’d just end the relationship lol. if he was invited in to someone else’s relationship i think he’d literally say fuck no. too easy to get messy, for feelings to get involved, what if another member got jealous and couldn’t look at jongho the same way? these guys are his brothers, he doesn’t need to know what the inside of their girlfriend feels like. that’s territory he’d legit never cross. he trusts the members and their intentions but his relationship with them is too important to let a night of fun mess all of that up. but if you begged him for a threesome, like really begged, and strategized in a way that’d leave jongho with no more valid arguing points OR leave him with the feeling of not being enough for you, the one person he’d share you with is hongjoong. hj knows how to keep a secret, he can turn the switch off to separate his feelings, to realize when a situation his purely situational. he trusts hj with every bone in his body, he knows hj would take care of you, and if jongho never wanted to speak about it again he knows hj would never bring it up first.

what jongho has never realized because why would he is how versatile hongjoong is when it comes to sex. when jongho laid down the ground rules hongjoong was respectful, which was the most important thing to jongho, about yours and his boundaries— no kissing, no saying names, no cuddling, no spending the night. everything else was free game, though, and hongjoong took advantage of every unchecked box. it came down to worshipping you, and he was everywhere jongho wasn’t, you wondered if the two even realized the other was there. if jongho was inside you, hongjoong was feeling you up, fingers pressed to your clit, his other hand tweaking your nipples, whispering nasty shit in your ear. if jongho was kissing you he was behind you, licking and sucking down your back, his hands roaming every inch of untouched skin, praising you about how soft you are, how sweet you taste. jongho was pleasantly surprised, hongjoong slipped in like he’d done this a thousand times before, like your pleasure was all that mattered to him, and that was all jongho could ask for, aside from his rules. they totally never spoke about it again tho.

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ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You were just looking for a distraction from your toxic ex. Soonyoung was supposed to be a one-time thing. Then he showed up, showed out, and ruined you for anyone else. ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Soonyoung x reader (mentions of ex!boyfriend Seungcheol) ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff, angst if you squint, friends to lovers, ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft!dom Soonyoung, dirty talk, kissing, oral (m and f receiving), light choking, breast/nipple play, fingering, riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, lots of cursing, spilled feelings, jealousy, mentions of being a sneaky link with Big Sexy (Seungcheol), lots of cursing, pet names, teasing ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4.4K ᝰ.ᐟ𝐀𝐍: This is an extension (part 2) to Toxic, but you don't have to read that to understand this story (it just adds more context to things). Thank you to the sweetest woman ever @yoongihan for beta reading this and saving my ass from all of my lovely grammatical errors 💙

Seungcheol: “I’m at the bar. Can I come over?”

You: “No.”

Seungcheol: “Why not?”

Seungcheol: “???”

Seungcheol: “…are you still mad about last time?”

Irritated, you throw your phone onto the couch and turn up the volume on a TV show that you were barely paying attention to. Your phone buzzes incessantly against your leg, and you do your best to ignore it, pressing the buttons on the remote until the sound blares throughout your apartment. Does it work? No. Your phone continues to buzz, but now the vibrations change patterns, which means he is calling you.

“Fuck this.”

You snatch your phone and throw it on the bed, shutting the bedroom door loudly as if you were locking away the big bad wolf who will infiltrate your mind and heart if you let him. Seungcheol is infuriating, a pain in your ass, a thorn in your side and any other euphemism that could describe what he is to you. He pushes your buttons like no one can, and unfortunately, no one else has fucked you better. You hate it.

You wish you could get rid of him, get him out of your system, and be free. If there were an antidote, you would take it; if a spell were to be said, you would recite it more than once. He gets under your skin, molds himself on you, and you can’t break free from him. He’s intoxicating and addictive, and one look in his eyes and you melt like putty. God, you need to get it together.

You haven’t seen him since the house party at Seungkwan’s last month, where you lost your inhibition and let him have you outside against a tree. He said he would text you, but didn’t; it’s what he does. You aren’t a helpless victim in this either; you knew what you were getting into with him while he has a girlfriend. But like a bad habit, you just had to have your fix, damned whatever the consequences would be.

Well, consider yourself rehabbed, because you are not falling for him or his soft lips again.

That month of separation? Pure gold. It’s like the universe slapped you in the face with the truest post-nut clarity. You spent your time apart working and hanging with people who always want to be around you, no matter what. No fights or raw emotions. You realized you deserve better than what Seungcheol has been putting out. It was fun being the sneaky link and having him whenever you wanted, but after a year of back-and-forth, it’s getting tired. You’re sick of being the girl who is always number 2 when he’s bored. You need something new. Fresh. Exciting.

It’s time to cut the cord, and the best way to get over someone is to get underneath someone else, right?

Leaping off the couch, you rush back into your room and retrieve your phone, ignoring the missed notifications from Seungcheol and scrolling through your contacts until you find the person you’re looking for. With a quick tap, you press the dial on his name and put your phone on speaker. It rings for a few seconds until he answers, a backdrop of ambient noise hinting that he might be out and about.

“Hey,” you say casually, ignoring the flutter of nerves.

“What’s up?” he responds, sounding happy to hear from you.

“Remember, when you said you could treat me better than Cheol could, and to give you a chance?”

He pauses, clearing his throat. The music gets softer, as if he’s gone somewhere quiet.

“Yeah? Why are you bringing it up?”

“Because tonight I want to give you that chance. Come over.”

He pauses again, and loud music resumes, crackling through the speaker, making you wince. You hear shuffling, followed by a door shutting and the ignition starting shortly after.

“Are you sure?”

You bite your lip as you think it through, knowing that once you cross this line, there is no turning back. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

He chuckles in your ear, sending shivers throughout your body. “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in an hour.”

You anxiously pace your living room floor, the minutes stretching on as you wait for him to arrive. A part of you feels guilty because you know you are using him. He’s a chill, respectful guy who spilled his confession on you on a drunk night. You could have chosen to leave him alone, done the right thing, sorted out your feelings for Seungcheol, and moved on in a healthy way. But you didn’t, and now here you are.

Your phone vibrates in your hand, and you pick it up slowly. The notification flashes, revealing the message: “I’m outside.”

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, looking at yourself in the mirror and adjusting your simple tank top and shorts outfit. A small, wicked smile creeps onto your face, hinting at nothing but trouble. Anticipation builds as you open the door, revealing your man of the hour with kind eyes and a gorgeous smile.

“Hi, Soonyoung.”

“Hey.”

You step aside, the door creaking as you let him in. A chilly breeze sweeps through, carrying the scent of fresh spring air and the faint trace of cigarette smoke that clings to him. He slips off his shoes, the soft thud against the floor barely audible over the hum of your humidifier. As he strides into your living room, his gaze sweeps over the space, a grin spreading across his face. “You have a cool place.”

“Thanks,” you say, pointing to the couch. “You can sit there if you want.”

He obliges, taking a seat to the right, and you take your usual spot on the left, sitting cross-legged and facing him. A silence stretches between you, the air thick with an unspoken tension, as if it knows what’s coming next.

“I gotta ask,” Soonyoung cuts to the chase. “Why did you really ask me here?”

“You know why.” You give him a pointed look. “I told you I was giving you a chance tonight.”

“Yeah, only because you're mad about Cheol.”

You fold your arms, your mouth opening and closing as you struggle to find a response. You’re not used to this side of Soonyoung, challenging you and calling you out on your nonsense. He sits there smug, like you’ve been caught in a trap. Dare you say, you kind of like it?

“So what if I’m mad at him? What’s it to you?”

He shakes his head, his fingers tangling in his hair as he lets out a frustrated sigh. “Because I want to know what I am getting into… If this is a one-time thing.”

You watch him move closer to you, touching your knee as his eyes meet yours, steady and searching. “I’m not an idiot, okay? It’s no secret that I like you, and you know that. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have called me over here. Why do you keep entertaining him?”

How do you answer that? Is it love? Lust? A mixture of both?

“I… don’t know,” you answer honestly. “Old habits, I guess.”

You think about his confession to you six months ago at another party, where he said he always liked you and would give you the attention you deserved.

“I… don’t know Soonyoung,” you hesitated then. “I’m still figuring shit out with Cheol, you know?”

“Y-you don’t have to say anything now,” he stuttered, his nerves clearly getting to him. “Just know if you were my girl, you would always have a smile on your face.”

You were on another break with Seungcheol then, but weren’t in the headspace to think of anyone else. Soonyoung is nice and goofy, the boy next door type that always makes you laugh, but he wasn’t Seungcheol, and you weren’t interested then. Thinking back on it now, maybe that is a good thing. You would’ve broken his heart, and Seungkwan would’ve hated you for it.

“Uh huh,” Soonyoung nods, mulling over your words. “Okay, so you say.”

“Now, let me ask you something,” you charge back, changing your position to sit on your knees. “Why do you like me so much? I’ve always wanted to know.”

Soonyoung studies you momentarily, his facial expression softening as he prepares to lay his heart on the line.

“I’ve liked you since you first walked into Seungkwan’s house at that Lau party he hosted that one time. You are cool, smart as hell and can take a joke, and you are so god damn beautiful.” He pauses, his face full of resentment, before continuing. “I saw you first, and Seungcheol knew that. When we were sitting on the couch talking, I was just like, ‘I really like your vibe.’ I even told him that I wanted to ask you out then. But once I went to the bathroom and came back, you were talking to Seungcheol, and I knew right then and there, he already got you.”

Soonyoung leaves you at a loss for words for the second time tonight. You didn’t know he saw you first, and just thought he was drunk talking, and maybe he would get over it. You wouldn’t expect Seungcheol to mention this, but you can’t help but wonder what your future would’ve been like with Soonyoung instead. It could’ve saved you from a world of fights, frustration, and pain.

“Why didn’t you say anything then?” you ask him earnestly, your heart slightly pounding. “I had no idea.”

“What could I say?” Soonyoung responds. “‘Hey, I know you are with Cheol, but I liked you first, and he knew. I figured you weren’t interested.”

You exchange a long look, your thoughts running through your head. “Geez,” you exhale, a small pit forming in your stomach. “I could’ve been interested, had I known.” You move closer to him, searching his eyes for understanding. “I’m not mad at you, Soonie. I just wish I knew. It could’ve made things different for me, you know?”

“I know,” he confesses, taking your hand. “My offer still stands, okay? Give me a chance tonight to make you forget all about Seungcheol, and if it works, maybe we can see how this goes?”

You have always found Soonyoung attractive, but hearing how he speaks about you and how he has pined for you for over a year makes you want him even more.

“I called you over here just for sex, to get over him, and you still want to do this? With me?”

“Like I said, I’m not an idiot.” He chuckles. “But you are finally giving me a chance to prove my worth, and I’m going to take advantage.”

You mull over his words, your lips twisting into a playful grin. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Soonyoung pulls you over to him, carefully placing you on his lap like you were a delicate thing. You’ve never gotten a chance to appreciate his beauty up close, with his bare face, cute nose, and smooth skin. You lock eyes, a shared smile blooming between you, your fingers gently weaving through his hair. An electric tension prickles along your skin, a feeling that feels foreign but somehow exhilarating.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he says gently, his eyes peering into your soul.

“Don’t you get all soft on me, Kwon,” you tease, lightly pinching his shoulder.

“I’m only as soft as you let me be,” he quips, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip, igniting a flutter in your chest. “You know I am not going to go easy on you, right?”

You smile softly, your noses barely touching each other as you lean closer to him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you whisper.

His lips crash against yours, hunger and earnestness consuming him, and you immediately melt into him. A fire burns inside you, sparked by Soonyoung kissing you, craving to be taken in the ways you truly deserve. You grind slowly against his crotch, a tiny gasp escaping your lips as he places his hands on your hips, catching your rhythm. His eyes never leave yours, watching your face contort into pleasure as the building friction between your shorts and his jeans sends jolts throughout your body, electrifying your senses.

You kiss him again, savoring his soft lips and the taste of peppermint on his tongue. Soft moans leave him as you deepen the kiss, embracing everything he is willing to offer. This is the excitement you've been craving—the thrill of someone new who won't play games or tell lies. Someone unselfish, who kisses you as if you truly matter, and doesn’t hold back.

“How am I doing so far?” he murmurs against your lips.

“You’re doing great, baby.” You plant another kiss on him.

“Baby? Are we on those terms already?”

“Shut up,” you tease him with a wicked smile, slowly taking off your tank top and revealing your breasts.

You’re very proud of your body, and you know you look good, and judging by the way Soonyoung’s biting his lip, he agrees. His hands gracefully grab your breasts, kissing your nipples before sucking on them, his tongue swirling around your hardened buds. He worships you in that moment, murmuring sweet praises of how perfect you are and how much he craves you. A warm sensation stirs in your chest, filling you with a deep sense of fulfillment—a craving that had long gone unfulfilled: to be wanted, deeply and unconditionally.

“Take off your shorts, I want to see you,” Soonyoung breathes, pulling back just enough to gaze into your eyes full of awe and adoration.

You nod, climbing off his lap and slowly lowering your shorts and panties in one go. He licks his lips as he drinks your body in, like an artist with his muse. He stands, removing his shirt and revealing his sculpted physique and abs that almost make your knees buckle. It feels strange, having these feelings of lust for someone you wouldn’t have thought about besides tonight, but you are glad you made the call.

He pulls you close, his hands grabbing your derriere as he dips for another kiss, this one being deeper, darker, and full of desire that is soul-crushing if you let it. Your hands cling onto him as he lays you back down on the couch, your chest rising and falling as you watch him pull down his jeans, fixated on what’s aching to break free in his boxers.

“Do you want me to do the honors?” You smirk as you reach for him.

“You can do whatever you want, baby,” he whispers.

Baby. Hearing that word come from his lips makes your heart race.

“I’m already doing that.”

Sitting up, you pull down the fabric obscuring him, and what meets your eyes is nothing short of jaw-dropping. This man was bigger than you expected, and your mouth practically floods at the mere thought of having him wrapped in your lips.

“I’ve never seen you this quiet,” he quips, his cock twitching at your touch.

“Whatever.”

You gently grasp it in your hands and give it a sweet kiss, his tip already dripping with precum and smearing all over your lips. Your tongue plays around the tiny veins on his shaft, teasing and exploring every edge. His breath hitches, bringing a smile to your face as you prepare to take him whole.

“Who would’ve known Soonyoung has a pretty dick?” You giggle as you give his tip one last kiss.

His hand rests very lightly on the back of your head as you slowly swallow him. Your mouth salivates as your head bobs back and forth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you enjoy tasting him. Drool drips from the corners of your mouth, making a mess on your chest and spilling on your knees. Soonyoung curses, quickening his pace as his hips subtly thrust forward, seeking more of your warmth, your wetness, the sinful glide of your lips down his shaft.

“Shit,” he breathes, voice strained with restraint. “You feel so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

Soonyoung fingers tighten around your throat, grasping it lightly as he fucks your face. Your eyes water as he quickens his pace, his cock hitting the back of your throat effortlessly. Your fingers climb to the back of his legs, bracing yourself for when he eventually cums down your throat. You want it; you can practically imagine it going down your throat.

“Okay. Okay fuck,” he gasps, pulling you off, his cock glistening with your spit. His thumb wipes the slick from your lip before he lifts you effortlessly, laying you back against the cushions. “You keep doing that, I’m gonna come in your mouth and I don’t wanna waste the first round.”

You giggle breathlessly, heart hammering in your chest as your legs fall open to welcome him. “Who said that’d be a waste?”

He groans, sliding two fingers along your soaked slit before pushing them inside you, curling just right. “God, you’re dripping,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “All this for me?”

“Maybe,” you whisper. “Why don’t you taste me and find out?”

“My pleasure.”

His mouth crashes into yours again, tongue greedy and messy with want. His fingers twist in you slowly, earning shaky moans from your lips as he works you under hooded eyes. His lips travel down your neck to your breasts again, sucking on each one ravenously like he owned them, like they are his and his alone. Your senses are heightened, and you are fully aware of the trail his lips are leaving, soft kisses on your stomach, and finally meeting your center. He increases the pace of his fingers, lifting your legs on his shoulders to see his work of art, your walls contracting around him as you gush on his hand.

“Does that feel good, baby?” His tone is dark, like a switch is off.

“Mmhmm,” you mutter, unable to form a coherent thought.

“You can’t even speak. How cute.”

“Shut up—”

You don’t get to finish your sentence, as his mouth sucks on your clit tenderly, sending you through a bottomless well of pleasure. Your hand digs into your couch, a guttural moan echoing off the walls as you ride his fingers, your essence spilling on his digits. He looks at you like he is proud, slowly taking out his fingers and sucking each one.

“You taste better than I imagined.” He licks his lips. “Do you think you can get on top?”

You give him a mischievous grin, patting the couch. “I’m going to change your life, Kwon.”

He eagerly sits down, and you hover over him, your breath shaky as you sink inch by inch. He stretches you in the right way, his hands grabbing your hips like he is anchoring himself, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you take him all in.

“Fuck,” he groans, his head cocks back. “This is better than I imagined.”

You still for a second, overwhelmed and still ripe with sensitivity. Soonyoung’s cock presses deep in you, thick and perfect, and your body trembles as you adjust.

“Are you okay?”

You nod slowly. “I’m more than okay.”

You roll your hips, grinding slowly as you get used to his length. His hands slide down to your ass, guiding you carefully as he talks you through it, his eyes fixated on yours as you dissolve into pleasure. It feels cosmic, like you are on this incredible high from which you don’t want to come down. Soonyoung fucks you with every intention to make you his, and little by little, you are falling under his spell.

“Shit,” you pant, digging your nails into his shoulder. “You’ve been holding back, Soonie.”

You increase your pace, riding him harder, as he thrusts up to meet you halfway. Your couch shakes, banging against the wall, which will surely get some complaints from the neighbors later, but you don’t care. His hands caress your body as he holds you close, thrusting deeper and intensely as if he wants to implant in you, letting the whole world know you are his and his alone.

“Fuck, Soonyoung.”

“You look beautiful.” His eyes are locked where your bodies meet. “Keep riding me like it’s yours.”

‘Like it’s yours,’ those three small words have so much meaning. Soonyoung isn’t just good at this; he is perfect. You kiss him desperately, chasing your high as your impending orgasm breaks free, overflowing and sending you into paradise. You increase your pace, bouncing up and down as you squirt over him, screaming his name over and over.

“Good, baby,” he says with a shaky breath. “Keep cumming for me.”

Your body is on autopilot, unable to stop the pleasure that is erupting from your body as you keep slamming down on him, your bodies covered in sweat and lust. He whispers sweet praises in your ear, kissing you all over until he lets out a low, broken moan, signaling his release.

“Where do you want it?” his voice is desperate.

“Inside!” you cry out, reaching your last climax.

His neck is buried in your neck as he cums deep inside of you, trembling with the force of it. Breathing hard, he raises up and kisses your forehead, holding you close until he is completely spent.

“Wow.” You blow a raspberry. “That was…”

“I know,” he finishes your sentence, barely catching his breath.

He lifts you off of him slowly, his cock sliding out of you with a pop, your pussy dripping with his cum. He notices it comes down your leg and raises a brow, and you roll your eyes, slowly getting off the couch with shaky legs.

You see him in a new light. You would’ve never expected this kind of confidence and aggression from Soonyoung, and it makes you feel warm inside.

“I’m going to shower if you want to join me,” you announce, walking down the hallway.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

You fetch towels for both of you and step into the shower, letting the warm water hit your skin. Soonyoung comes in shortly after, taking your sponge and washing you off with delicacy and care, as if you meant something to him. You kiss him without warning, but he embraces it, stirring a warm feeling in your chest that spreads like wildfire. His arms find their way around you, pulling you in, and everything else around you disappears. He showed up when you needed him, he knew how fucked up you were and wanted you anyway. Maybe this is where you need to be.

“I would like it if you stayed the night,” you said, gazing at him.

“I’d love that,” he says, kissing the top of your head.

After he makes sure you are clean, he helps you dry off, assisting you into an old t-shirt before drying himself off and climbing into bed with you naked. He kisses the back of your neck, wrapping himself around you like a warm blanket, and you fall into a deep sleep.

For the rest of the night, Seungcheol is not on your mind. You dream of Soonyoung instead.

The sunlight peeks through your blinds and across your face, the brightness waking you out of your deep slumber. You still feel Soonyoung’s arms around you, his morning wood pressing hard against your ass, which makes you giggle. Reaching for your phone, you realize it’s not on the dresser, and you sit up slowly, not to wake Soonyoung as you creep out of bed and stalk into your living room. You see your clothes and his scattered all over the floor, the memories of last night flooding your mind and making you smile. Last night was truly one of the best nights of your life, and it was all because of Soonyoung.

You find your phone under your tank top as you pick up the clothes. The battery is surprisingly halfway charged and full of missed calls and texts from Seungcheol.

“Hey, baby.”

You face Soonyoung, with the cutest bed hair and sleepy eyes you have ever seen. It’s not lost on you that he is still naked; the events of last night, of you riding him into oblivion, are still on your mind.

“Hey, there, tiger,” you greet him. “I was just looking for my phone.”

You hold up your phone, and 9:15 a.m. is displayed on your lock screen. He nods slowly, grabbing his boxers and putting them with the rest of his clothes. His eyes tell you he has something on his mind, and you sit on the couch, watching him get dressed.

“I had a great time last night,” you say cautiously.

“I know,” he says cheekily.

You chuckle, your face heating up in embarrassment. “So, um… I would like for this not to be a one-time thing, if you are still up for that.”

He stops in his tracks, looking at you with a tenderness that gives you butterflies. “You mean that?“

“Yes.” You nod, slowly getting off the couch. “I mean that.” You give him a reassuring smile and move to give him a hug. Soonyoung has other plans, pretending to go for a hug and kissing you instead.

“You’re funny,” you giggle, reluctantly stepping away from him.

“I plan to make you laugh more often.” He gives you another hug, a genuine hug, that soothes you and fills you inside. “I’m going to change my clothes and run some errands. I’ll call you later?”

“I’d love that.”

Opening the door, he almost bumps into Seungcheol, whose arm was raised as if he were going to knock on the door. His eyes dart between you and Soonyoung, and you know he quickly understands the situation: he’s been replaced.

“See you later, baby.”

Soonyoung pulls you close and kisses you like he means it, grasping your face with his fingers. It’s possessive, leaving you breathless and on a high, and you have half a mind to drag him back into the house. You know he did that to piss off Seungcheol, but you don’t mind it. Watching him walk to his car and drive off, you return your attention to Cheol, who has an annoyed look on his face.

“So that’s why you didn’t answer your phone,” he huffs.

“Well, yes,” you say nonchalantly. “What do you need?”

“So that’s it? You don’t want me anymore?”

For the first time in a while, you don’t feel anything—not anger, sadness, joy, nothing. It feels like you are finally on the road to moving on and getting him out of your system.

“No, I don’t,” you say, stepping behind your door. “Go back to your girlfriend.”

Shutting the door in his face, you feel relieved that you could get the big bad wolf out of your heart, once and for all. You vibrate with joy on a different frequency, and it’s all thanks to Soonyoung.

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[pazzi5351]

Make it to the morning

“The shit I did last night I’m not real proud of, but let’s just make it to the mornin”

Word count: 1.8k

AN: I was listening to this song and was like “holy shit this would be good” I sincerely apologize for what I’m abt to write and what ur abt to read (I AM SO SORRY OH MY GOSH I SWEAR)

Warning: 18+

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The bar was loud, hot, and heavy with bodies, but Paige only had eyes for Azzi.

She leaned in behind her, lips brushing the shell of Azzi’s ear, breath warm as her hand curled around Azzi’s waist possessively.

“You look too good tonight mami,” Paige murmured. Her voice was low, rough from beer and want.

Azzi smiled, head tilted back just slightly. “You told me that already,” she said, a little breathless.

“Doesn’t make it less true.” Paige’s hand dipped lower, fingers playing just under the hem of Azzi’s crop top. “I jus’— can’t help myself ‘round you.”

They’d been doing this for weeks now—hookups behind closed doors, secret touches at parties, makeouts in the empty locker room. It was supposed to be just fun. Easy. They never talked about it. That was the rule.

Until now.

Because Paige had her hand on Azzi’s waist one second… and the next, she was laughing with some girl. Her old hookup. Brunette. Tight dress. Bold. Shameless. And touching Paige like she had a right to.

Azzi’s heart twisted. She felt it before she even fully saw it—before the girl touched Paige’s chest, before Paige leaned in just a little too close, smiling like she didn’t just have her hand down Azzi’s pants two nights ago.

Fine.

Two can play this game.

Azzi drifted over to the edge of the bar. Her hips swayed a little more than usual as she struck up a conversation with the guy next to her—cute, tall, dimples. He leaned in fast. Then another girl joined, sliding up behind Azzi and laughing into her drink.

Azzi laughed too, hand brushing the girl’s arm. She could feel Paige’s eyes on the back of her head like lasers on her.

A beat later, Paige was there.

She slid in behind Azzi with a sharpness that made the air tighten. Her hand glided around Azzi’s waist, fingers on her like she owned her. Her voice was low, dangerous.

“Who are you talking to?”

Azzi didn’t turn. She just sipped her drink, slow and petty.

“Go talk to your little ex or whatever the fuck,” she said, cold. “Looked like you were having fun.”

Paige’s jaw clenched. “The fuck did you just say?”

Azzi turned now, eyes narrowing, fire flickering under the surface.

“You heard me.” She smiled, bitter. “You’re all over me, then suddenly you’re back in slut ‘player P’ mode the second someone gives you an ounce of attention. So yeah—fuck you.”

That did it. Paige’s fingers gripped tighter around Azzi’s waist, her breath coming harder through her nose.

“You wanna talk your shit mama?” she said, bitter.. “Cool. Let’s go.”

She pulled Azzi with her, not even letting her finish her drink.

They slammed into the single-stall bathroom, the door clicking locked behind them. Paige had Azzi against the wall in two seconds flat, one hand gripping her waist, the other wrapped tight around her throat—not choking, just… stilling.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Paige’s voice was low, her eyes blown wide with anger and something darker. “Flirting with two people in front of me? You know you’re fucking mine Az. Don’t fucking play with me.”

Azzi’s breath caught. Her pulse thundered under Paige’s hand. Her body betrayed her—heat blooming between her legs, knees going weak. But her pride held firm.

“You did the same shit,” she hissed. “You make me feel fucking stupid, Paige. Every time I think this could be more than just… this. Whatever the hell this is,” Her voice cracked at the edge. “You make me feel fucking replaceable. Like I’m a goddamn option.”

She shoved Paige off her and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Paige stood there, dazed, chest heaving, guilt washing over her in a wave so strong it nearly knocked her over. She had feelings.

Fuck. She had real feelings.

She chased after Azzi, catching her before she reached the door. Her arms wrapped around Azzi’s waist from behind, holding her still.

“Lemme make it up to you, mama,” she whispered, lips close to Azzi’s ear. “Please. I promise… you won’t regret it.”

Azzi was still breathing hard, but she didn’t pull away.

The Uber ride to Azzi’s dorm was a blur of hands and heat.

Paige couldn’t stop touching her—fingertips dragging over Azzi’s bare thighs through the rips of her jeans, palm gripping the soft curve of her waist, thumb brushing just beneath the waistband of her pants.

Azzi’s breath stuttered every time Paige’s hand got close to her pussy.

Their mouths crashed together like magnets. Paige kissed her like she was trying to win her back with lips alone—deep, wet, hungry. Azzi moaned softly into her mouth, pulling Paige’s hair as Paige slid her tongue past her lips.

“I’m sorry,” Paige breathed between kisses, pressing hot kisses down Azzi’s neck. “The shit I pulled tonight was fucked up. I’m not proud of it.” Her voice dropped as she kissed just above Azzi’s collarbone. “But let me show you. I can get you right.”

Azzi melted under her, nodding, unable to speak.

Back at Azzi’s dorm, clothes came off fast.

Paige had Azzi through the door as soon as it was unlocked.

Paige shoved her back onto the bed, climbed over her like she owned her.

Azzi tried to flip them, voice teasing. “What if I want to ride you tonight?”

Paige just smirked, grabbed both of Azzi’s wrists and pinned them above her head.

“I told you mami,” she said, voice dark with promise, “I’m making it up to you.”

Paige moved down between Azzi’s legs, kissing every inch of her skin, slow and reverent like she was worshipping her. She licked long and slow over Azzi’s pussy, teasing her until Azzi was gasping, squirming under her.

“Paige,” she whined.

“Mhm?” Paige hummed against her, the vibration making Azzi buck her hips.

“You’re… it’s like— you’re trying to make it to morning doing this.”

Paige paused for a beat, grinned, and pressed her mouth back down with more purpose.

“I might just do that,” she said, voice thick with want. “You deserve it, baby.”

And she did.

All night long.

Azzi’s legs trembled against Paige’s shoulders, the sheets beneath her already twisted from how hard she’d been clutching them.

Paige didn’t stop—not when Azzi whimpered, not when she begged. If anything, it just fueled her. Her tongue moved slow and firm, circling Azzi’s clit with relentless precision. Every flick, every moan, every graze of Paige’s nails down Azzi’s thighs felt like she was trying to write her name into Azzi’s body.

Azzi’s fingers curled in Paige’s hair, tugging just enough to make Paige groan into her, and the sound made Azzi’s whole body jolt.

“Fuck,” Azzi gasped, hips grinding against Paige’s mouth. “I’m gonna—”

“I know ma,” Paige murmured, voice vibrating against her. “Give it to me, baby.”

She flattened her tongue and sucked gently around Azzi’s clit while sliding two fingers inside her with practiced ease. Azzi’s eyes rolled back, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm hit—loud, breathless, raw. Paige held her down through it, eyes locked on her face, watching the way Azzi completely unraveled just for her.

And still, she didn’t stop.

Azzi twitched, overstimulated, as Paige’s tongue started its slow circles again.

“P-Paige, wait—”

“I told you,” Paige said, licking her lips as she looked up. “I’m not done.”

She kissed up Azzi’s stomach, licking a stripe between her breasts, before leaning in to kiss her—deep, tongue tasting Azzi’s moans, her own cheeks flushed with heat and dominance.

Azzi was limp under her, but her fingers were already slipping down to Paige’s ass, trying to pull her closer. “Ride my thigh,” she whispered, breath still jagged. “Want you to come too.”

But Paige grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the bed again, her mouth just barely brushing Azzi’s.

“You’re not giving me anything tonight,” she growled. “You’re taking it. And you’ll like it.”

Azzi shuddered at the authority in her voice. Paige kissed her again, harder, teeth grazing Azzi’s bottom lip before moving back down—kissing across her inner thighs this time, slower, savoring.

“Open ‘em,” Paige said.

Azzi’s legs opened automatically. She was soaked, thighs glistening, still catching her breath from her last orgasm.

Paige smirked and slid three fingers into her this time.

Azzi gasped, head falling back. “F-fuck, Paige.”

“That’s right,” Paige murmured, curling her fingers up into that perfect spot that made Azzi’s mouth fall open without sound. “You’re mine, remember that shit.”

She worked her fingers deeper, thumb back on Azzi’s clit, stroking in rhythm as Azzi came again—legs shaking, voice cracking on Paige’s name.

Then Paige pulled her up, flipping her onto her stomach, gripping her hips and dragging her to the edge of the bed. She leaned over her back, pressing kisses to her spine before biting her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. One for just them to see.

“You feel so fucking good baby,” she said, grinding against her from behind. Her hands roamed everywhere—over Azzi’s ass, her back, up to her wrists that Paige pinned again on her back.

She bent low, licking over Azzi’s inner thigh from behind, then started eating her out again from that angle—slow, messy, filthy.

Azzi could barely keep herself upright.

It was too much. And not enough.

By the time Paige finally let her turn back around, Azzi was flushed and breathless, lips kiss-swollen, eyes glassy with want. Totally fucked out.

Paige hovered over her, kissed her slowly, then slid two fingers into Azzi again while keeping deep eye contact.

“Want you to come in my mouth one more time,” she said softly. “Then I want you to fall asleep knowing you’re mine. Got it?”

Azzi nodded, dazed.

“You gotta say it.”

“I’m yours,” Azzi whispered, completely ruined. “I’m fucking yours.”

Paige went down on her again—this time even slower, deeper, more drawn out. She sucked Azzi’s clit into her mouth, circled her tongue while curling her fingers inside, and didn’t stop until Azzi came again, legs wrapped around Paige’s head, crying out her name with a rawness that echoed through the dorm.

Azzi collapsed backward, panting, trembling.

Paige climbed up next to her, kissed her temple, then her shoulder, then the bruises she’d left along her neck and chest.

“You good, baby?” she asked, voice quieter now, fingers stroking Azzi’s hip.

Azzi just nodded, melted into the sheets. “You trying to kill me?”

Paige smirked. “I told you I was making it up to you.”

They lay there in silence for a moment, Azzi curled into Paige’s side, Paige’s hand stroking slowly over her back.

“You’re mine,” Paige said again, quieter this time.

Azzi didn’t say anything. But her hand slid across Paige’s chest, fingers curling in the front of her hoodie like she was scared she might disappear.

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AN: I’m a slut i sincerely apologize. I’m gonna go touch grass.

[emilys-bangs]

what if reader just loves food like always seems to have something to snack on, to fuel up on. Maybe she’s into training and she’s always hungry and Emily just loves that about her and thinks it’s so cute. LOVEEEEE you by the way

Love you! Part of the 800 celebration <3

Tags: talks of food, implied (kind of) athletic reader

Sometimes you remind Emily of a chipmunk. It's indescribably endearing to her how you always have a snack either in your hands or stashed in your pockets—a small bag of dried fruit, handfuls of nuts, endless protein bars. It’s like there’s an endless supply of food on your person; you’re always pulling out some something from your pockets (which is why. you never wear something without pockets).

The fridge is full of containers of homemade snacks. In the kitchen, you’re a scientist, cooking up protein balls, sugar free snacks, granola and trail mix, more than often making up your own recipes as you go. You try to keep them nutritional, but you do indulge in your grocery store snacks too. Anything that keeps you full works. When you move in with Emily, you do most of the shopping; her apartment has never held so much food before. You're always sneaking something into her bags, too, because god knows she doesn't eat enough. (You don't joke about water intake either.)

It's a common sight to see you pull something from your pocket and pop it in your mouth—standing, sitting, driving, doesn't matter. You're always quietly munching on something. Emily would wrap her arms around you, hands around your sides, and a tell tale wrapper would crinkle in one of your pockets. "I'm starting to think you're the snack." She teases. You roll your eyes, but still offer her a bite of whatever you're eating. She always accepts. But the teasing continues—if we ever get stranded somewhere, at least we won't starve. You don't mind too much; she doesn't overdo it, and you're too pleased when she begins picking up the habit as well.

Emily quickly learns the consequences when you miss a few midday snacks. If you don’t have something on you your stomach begins to growl, loudly. Like a broken record. And you start grumbling similarly. I’m gonna die, you complain, as dramatic as the rumbles in your stomach, until she hunts you down something to eat. Satisfied? She asks, and you nod with your cheeks bulging.

Eventually she does start to call you a chipmunk. You pretend to hate it (but heaven help anyone who makes fun of it, or better yet, dares to call you by it).

[euseokz]

@ sungchan — why are you this shitty ? . cws : toxic behaviour . use of ‘whore’ . unprotected sex . creampie . wc : 4.2k+ . genre : angst + smut

a/n : somehow included my babyboys leehan and jaehyun because i love them very much 😛

you knew it wasn’t a good idea to agree to go out with EX-BOYFRIEND! SUNGCHAN again.

and yet, you still did.

sungchan and you didn’t break up on good terms. in fact, you thought there were very few other ways that could be worse.

it all started with you befriending leehan — or better yet, rekindling your old friendship. leehan was an old friend from your childhood, you grew up as neighbors and spent basically every hour of every day together, your parents getting along just as well with his. as kids, you’d do almost everything together. go to school, eat lunch, take after school naps, play whatever silly new game you had come up with. it was sweet really. but then you turned ten, and around that time leehan’s family moved away because of his father’s work. it hit you hard, but you both promised to survive it, dramatizing things a bit because it truly felt like you were losing a sibling by being away from each other. your parents kept in contact with his however, and once or twice a year his family would come to visit, but by then you were teens, too caught up in your own worlds to care enough to create a bond in the few days he was over, knowing you’d lose it again soon enough. you grew further apart as you aged, even more when you moved away to another city for work, already in your 20’s, full of hopes and dreams, ready to build your own path — which was when you met sungchan.

he was the friend of one of your colleagues, and you only even met him because said colleague, sohee, was throwing a little summer get-together at his house and invited a lot of people from your work who were close in age to him and that he got along with, that somehow including you. you always saw it as a pity invite, a way to try to include the new girl and not make her feel left out, sohee was nice enough to do something like that after all. you took the invite gladly either way, seeing it as an opportunity to make a new workplace friend and also just make new friends in general!

it was a good time, it was warm out as the soft summer breeze and higher temperatures came in, a guy you later learned to be named eunseok behind a small bar making cocktails, not stopping even when sohee told him to just go have fun. he seemed to like being there, keeping a bit more to himself but still having fun in his own way, talking with some people and even dancing but still keeping what seemed to be a safe distance from the more erratic part of the afternoon, that being the loud music and half-drunk people by the pool. it wasn’t a huge gather by any means, but it also wasn’t small, probably around 30 people there, apparently more than sohee even expect since, from what he told you when you walked in, some of his friends brought plus ones, not that he seemed to mind, just happy everyone was having fun.

at some point you ended up by the makeshift bar, talking with eunseok about how pretty the sky looked, hues of orange and pink glazing it as the sunset drew upon it. eunseok was funny, he had a somewhat weird humor, kinda dry maybe, but he was funny, and also cute, cute enough for you to almost muster up enough courage to ask him if he was doing anything next weekend — until sungchan showed up, and all the sudden attraction you felt towards eunseok went down the drain.

sungchan was tall, wearing only a pair of swim shorts with a big seven on the side and a pair of flip flops, water from the pool still dripping from his hair and leaving wet trails down his toned body. he didn’t notice you at first, approaching eunseok directly and asking for a beer, looking like he was in a rush to go back to wherever he came from — the pool, you assumed — until eunseok let out a small, discreet cough, ever so slightly pointing towards your direction with his head before leaning down to pick up a beer from the cooler on the floor.

“oh, i didn’t even see you there, i’m sorry” were the first words sungchan ever told you, his smile staying in place as he spoke, his eyes sparkling a little more once they laid on you, or so you thought that happened. that was the beginning of it all, a small conversation turning into you two going to a calmer corner to keep the chat going, the date you thought about having next weekend ending up being with sungchan, taking only a few more before you were officially dating.

sungchan treated you like a princess, proud to introduce you to everyone he knew, happy to do anything you asked. you genuinely thought you would marry him someday, that hopeful day never coming.

it was a couple years after you started dating that you got a call from your parents saying that leehan was now living in your city. you didn’t give it much thought, only seeing him as a childhood friend now, no space for him in your life. but then you ran into him by some weird coincidence in a coffee shop you and sungchan frequently went to. he was there by himself, sitting in a small table with his laptop and a snack. it took you a moment to register who he was, his little boy features long gone and it wasn’t like you had seen leehan recently. more out of courtesy than anything, you went to greet him, sungchan looking from afar calmly as you approached an old friend.

“the long hair suits you” you spoke as you stood by leehan’s table. he looked up at you, also confused for a second before recognizing you.

“thank you” he answered, his smile the same from when you were kids somehow, even if almost every single one of his features had matured, his smile remained the same.

you talked briefly, and what was supposed to be only a courtesy greeting transformed into a trip down memory lane, that eventually ended with him sitting with you and sungchan, both of you sharing silly stories from when you were kids all while sungchan smiled softly, listening attentively, happy to see you so excited.

you and leehan kept in contact after that, and sungchan never had any problem with it, because why would he? he had his friends, you were allowed to have yours, right? right. that thought process of his didn’t last long, however, remaining until you and leehan got closer and started spending more and more time together. you never ditched on sungchan to be with leehan, you never broke any boundaries with leehan, you were genuinely just friends, no attraction involved from either side, a simple, innocent friendship connecting you. you knew that, leehan knew that, even sungchan’s friends saw that — but he didn’t. sungchan started thinking you two were too close, too intimate, spending too much time alone. it started small, sungchan making snarky remarks whenever leehan came up in conversation, escalating to him out right being rude towards leehan whenever you all hung out. it bothered you, bothered you enough for you to even talk to eunseok, ask what he thought about it.

“you’re just friends, right? sungchan is overreacting, probably just jealous, he’ll get over it” eunseok remarked, the problem becoming that sungchan never got over it, coming to a point where you had to put your foot down.

“‘chan, you have your friends, i never questioned any of them, never doubted your relationship with them as anything more, so why are you so mad about me and leehan? we’re just friends, that’s all!” you said, agitated, the issue between you two having already been going on for far too long.

“i don’t fuck my friends, that’s the difference” sungchan answered calmly, that sort of calmness that comes before a storm. you didn’t know where that came from, all you knew was that sungchan’s words led to a massive fight between you two, one that ended with you breaking up in the heat of the moment, throwing away years spent in a relationship over a stupid issue that could be resolved over a simple, honest conversation.

sungchan tried to apologize in the weeks following the argument, saying he was completely out of his mind, admitting what he said came purely from his own insecurities, claiming that he wanted to be together again. you accepted his apology, but much to sungchan’s despair, you didn’t take him back, saying you wouldn’t allow that sort of disrespect from a partner. sungchan wasn’t pleased with that, but he took the no for an answer, leaving you alone. it wasn’t easy, you cried most nights, wondering if you did the right thing, questioning everything that led up to it. you came to terms with it at some point tho, months passing and the pain fading away with them. you heard from sungchan sometimes, even seeing him rarely, the friendship you had built with sohee and eunseok remaining even after you broke up with their friend. they didn’t think what he did or said was right, that comforting you somehow, knowing that you weren’t crazy for thinking sungchan’s actions were completely out of line. leehan never heard any of it, that becoming the first time you ever lied to him, explaining that you and sungchan broke up because you simply started growing apart.

“i liked him, you know” leehan once said, almost a year having already passed since the break up. “he treated me a bit weirdly towards the end, but he was a nice guy” leehan continued, completely unaware of how sungchan actually felt towards him and what he thought of him. you giggled, and out of instinct, you hugged leehan, the sound of autumn leaves falling against the grass of the park you were in serving as background noise when you told him how happy you were to have found him again. leehan let out a small laugh, hugging you back, admitting he too was happy you had met up again — neither of you aware sungchan was just on the other side of the street, watching as a new girl held his hand, old malicious thoughts rushing back to his head. that was the start of it all.

the start of you getting to know just how shitty your ex-boyfriend truly was.

it started small. sohee started slightly avoiding you at work, never holding up a conversation for too long, even if his genuine smile always remained, some excuse always coming up as to why he had to go. he seemed nervous around you, uncomfortable maybe, as if he was doing something wrong by even looking in your direction. you found it weird, but thought maybe he just had some other issue going on in his life that he didn’t want to talk to you about, his personal problems probably affecting his usual behaviour. then, after a few weeks, you asked when you two and eunseok could hangout again.

“oh we’re both totally busy that day, i’m sorry” sohee replied through an anxious smile.

“i didn’t mention a date tho?”

“yeah but we’ll be busy” those were sohee’s last words before he ran off, that being what triggered you to realize something was definitely going on, and most definitely not just some problem he didn’t wanna discuss with you — so you went to eunseok. you hadn’t talked to him in a while, which wasn’t odd, he rarely ever reached out first, but maybe he could tell you why sohee’s behavior had been so strange lately.

“it’s sungchan” eunseok sighed once you approached him at his favorite bar, lucking out that he was alone there on a random friday night. “he’s been saying some shitty stuff about you and saying we shouldn’t come near you. i don’t believe any of his bullshit, i don’t think sohee does either, but you know sungchan, he can be an asshole when he wants, sohee probably just doesn’t wanna cause any trouble”

“what do you mean?” you asked after a second, confused, sitting down by eunseok’s side, now even more curious about what was apparently going on.

“look, you don’t wanna know, trust me. just forget about sungchan’s stupid ass, this will blow over and things will go back to normal” that answer, as intentionally vague as it was, only left you even more interested in what was going on so, after some more questions that almost made eunseok get up and leave to avoid problems on either side, he finally caved in.

“sungchan…” he started, sighing before proceeding “he’s been telling everyone that you cheated on him with leehan, that you two had something going on beyond just a friendship i guess”

“what?” you asked, more speechless than anything, incredulous that this was all coming back after so long.

“yeah, at least between us he has been calling you a whore, saying you were never worth his time” eunseok added, this time unable to lift his head, staring straight into the glass cup between his fingers. “if it matters, as i said, i don’t believe any of it, and i don’t think anyone else does. i know he’s my friend, but sungchan is just something else… not a bad person, just bad with relationships. he’s never gone this far tho” eunseok finished, blatantly trying to apologize for his friend’s behaviour. it didn’t work, if anything it only made you angry, so you left without another word, heading home before doing something stupid.

after that you started avoiding sohee at work, not because you were mad at him, but so you wouldn’t say something out of impulse that would just worsen the situation. for weeks you thought about what to do, how to get back at sungchan, but eventually you gave up. it was like eunseok said that one night, sungchan is an asshole, so you decided he wasn’t worth your time.

as time passed, more weeks and then months going by, things eventually got back to normal. sohee apologized when he found out what eunseok told you, which led to you three finally having your friendship again. some of sungchan’s closest friends also came to you later on saying they didn’t believe any word of what he said, one of them that you were never particularly close with, wonbin, even pointing out that the other few people sungchan talked about the matter with also never believed him. weirdly enough that made you feel relieved, knowing that sungchan’s credibility was below zero. from that point on you kept living your life as you intended, working, meeting new people, enjoying yourself without caring about some stupid ex-boyfriend you had. you even met someone new, jaehyun, a guy leehan met through a friend and that was just the sweetest. you weren’t actually dating, only going out here and there, getting to know each other at a slow pace, but it was nice to be reassured that not every guy sucked, especially since leehan really backed up jaehyun, saying he was truly a good guy, and his opinion mattered to you, so you took it as a good sign. all in all, things were going well — until sungchan reached out.

“can we meet up?” you read on your phone, the contact it came from named simply sungchan, no longer ‘channie with two heart emojis after it. you didn’t even know why you kept his number, didn’t even remember you still had it in fact, and something about it all felt off. why would he text you? why would he want to meet up? and most of all, why did you reply with a “yes, when?”.

you felt dumb, but after exchanging a few messages, two days later you found yourself ringing the doorbell to sungchan’s apartment. he opened the door without saying a word, stepping aside so you could come in. it looked different, most of the same furniture but placed in a different manner, the smaller decorations on shelves and such almost completely different, the frames that once had pictures of you two now showing him with another girl you didn’t know.

a few moments passed as you looked around, only able to see the small entryway and open kitchen to living room space, his bedroom tucked away behind it’s closed door, his bathroom too. it was dark, only the moon’s light extending through the space and somehow brightening it up enough for you to notice the small details. you had always liked that his windows were big, not only because you spent so many nights wrapped up with him on his couch with the room just as dim as it was in that moment, but also because when you woke up in his bed you had a perfect view through his living room windows. you shook your head slightly though, focusing on the present, a movement to attempt to let go of old, now basically meaningless, memories.

“why did you want me to come here?” you asked, finally looking at sungchan, his tall figure standing just a couple feet behind you.

“why did you come?” he questioned back, looking serious, which made you scoff. this has to be a joke, you thought to yourself, letting out a small laugh before starting to make your way back towards the front door. “wait!” sungchan suddenly said when he noticed where you were headed, positioning himself in front of you, his hands unsurely rising up and softly popping onto your shoulders. “i wanna talk”

“i don’t think we have much to talk about, especially after you called me a whore behind my back”

sungchan winced, looking away from your eyes for a second before focusing again, an almost pleading look behind his own gaze.

“i know what i did was wrong, all of it, from start to end… it was wrong, it was awful, and i can’t apologize enough to make up for it. but i still want to make things right” sungchan practically begged, his tone soft, softer than you remember it ever having been. he sighed, a long sigh, and you almost felt bad for him in that moment — better yet, you felt bad enough for him to accept what he said next.

“can we try again?”

you didn’t blink, you didn’t even think or breath before saying “yes”, a rush of emotions flooding you, things you thought you had forgotten or moved past crashing you harder then they ever should.

sungchan smiled incredulously, pulling you in for a hug, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, unsure of what to even do with himself so just going for a tight embrace. you placed your own arms around his waist, your grip looser than his. you didn’t know what possessed you to say yes, it felt wrong but also right. you thought of jaehyun for a second, what you’d tell him. you were just going out though, so it was fine you guessed, leehan’s pouting when you told him probably more of a hassle to deal with — and then you remembered about the photos around sungchan’s apartment, the girl with him in them.

“what about your girlfriend?” you asked, getting an instant reply “i broke up with her last night”

there was no hesitation in sungchan’s speech, even less when he backed away ever so slightly, hands moving to cup your cheeks softly, his eyes glued to yours before both your lids fell close, his lips pressing into yours.

it was soft, a simple peck, a quick touch of his lips on yours — but then he sucked on your bottom one, and as you always used to do, you kissed him back. no hesitation again, no second thought, just pure instinct you assumed, what you two had in the past meddling with how you acted in the present, all the bad things that happened suddenly meaningless.

you now pulled at sungchan’s loose shirt, each tug at it seemingly making both of you more desperate. this wasn’t what either of you had expected from this evening. sungchan was sure you’d just slap him across the face — if you decided to actually show up, that is — and leave his apartment without a word. you expected to hear some shitty apologies from him, which in all truthfulness you did get, and to walk out after calling him a total asshole. neither of you expected this, that not even a half hour after you came into his home you’d be laying on his couch, the plush surface as comfortable as you remembered, while sungchan was positioned over you, his top long gone, thrown somewhere probably across his counter, your own shirt pushed halfway up your torso as your ex’s hands — the same ex you were supposed to absolutely hate — roamed freely across your body, warm fingertips leaving lingering trails across your sides, digging into your skin as if he wanted to pull you as close to him as humanly possible, the way his tongue slid into your mouth and allowed you to suck on it most definitely not something you predicted would ever happen again.

it was fast, not rushed, but definitely a swift pace. neither of you completely undressed, apparently no time for that. apart from sungchan already being shirtless, he only bothered with pushing his pants down enough for his bulging cock to pop out, veins running up it’s length while a drop of pre shined on his tip. you, however, let your shirt be as it was, the fabric bunched just below your chest, only interested in taking off your bottoms, your panties going along with them towards the ground.

sungchan’s eyes focused on your pussy, your clit ever so slightly moving from how aroused you were, wanting his fingers or tongue to play with it, your folds wet with your own arousal. sungchan spread your legs even more, his left hand placed at the back of your right thigh, holding it up against your chest, your other leg assuming the same position automatically. his free hand wrapped around his cock, giving it one single stroke before pressing his pink head against your clit, moving it side to side against it. you let out a small sigh merged with a moan, the slight relief heavenly. sungchan smirked, not needing to look at your blissful expression to know you liked it — he didn’t spend much time toying with you like that however, pushing away for just a second so he could spit on his cock, smearing his saliva along it’s entire thickness before finally tapping his dripping tip against your hole, looking up at you as he slid in, your eyes locked as both your faces contorted into ones that showed explicit pleasure, moving his hips the full way until he bottomed out.

“you feel just as good as i remember” sungchan muttered “such a pretty pussy, taking me so well”

no time was wasted after that. sungchan’s strokes started growing in speed, starting languid until he was pistoning into you, both hands now pressing your thighs against your chest, damn nearly completely folding you in half, his eyes shifting between your glossy with pleasure expression and the sight of your cunt swallowing him whole, your clit twitching as your high started to build, your entire being so immersed in how good sungchan’s cock felt stretching you out it didn’t take nearly as long as it usually would for your orgasm to threaten to rupture.

sungchan kept going, fucking you steadily, his own bliss or the way your slick walls clamped down around his girth not stopping him from giving you everything he had, all the pent up need he had felt for you ever since your break-up releasing itself in that moment — all it took being one louder moan from you, your fingers digging at his arms and your body shaking ever so slightly for him to cum too, following your lead almost, his seed filling your pussy up nicely.

you both stood still for a moment, catching your breaths, your firm grip on sungchan’s arms loosening and his fingers losing strength from the hold they had on the plush flesh of your thighs. you were both in nirvana, so caught up in your own ecstasy you forgot everything, both your minds numb in pleasure before slowly coming back to yourselves.

minutes later, after you both cleaned up, you now laid on sungchan’s bed, his scent almost overwhelming, everything surrounding you his — the hold he had around you, his sheets covering you up to your nose, even the t-shirt you wore.

“does this all mean i’m forgiven?” he questioned, breaking the silence you had surrounded yourselves with.

“you're still the shittiest boyfriend a girl could ever have, so i don’t know” you answered, this time actually thinking about what you were saying.

“you are laying in my bed tho, so where does that leave us?” sungchan replied, a small chuckle between his words.

“i guess we’re both just shitty… that’s probably it”

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𝅭⠀john wayne⠀.⠀art donaldson⠀૮⠀what could you do if you really liked cowboys? no matter how many times your parents told you to stay away from him, he always came back into your life and you always got back into his mustang again.⠀⠀ neutral!user⠀⠀·⠀୧⠀⠀cowboy!art

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK BONUS O2: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀telephone⠀.⠀cate dunlap⠀૮⠀your asshole boyfriend is breaking up with you over the phone? seriously, how sad! cate couldn’t believe it, he’s the biggest bastard, isn’t he?even though she was the one who had rejected all his first three calls on your phone.⠀⠀ female!user⠀⠀ ✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK BONUS O3: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀alejandro⠀.⠀franco colapinto⠀૮⠀you couldn’t care less who came or went in your love life, you didn’t like it when things took too long ’cause they made you tired. but, franco can’t deal with it, that’s the reason you broke up with him? no, you can’t do it!⠀ neutral!user⠀⠀✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK BONUS O4: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀judas⠀.⠀owen taylor⠀૮⠀was it an exaggeration to think that the pastor’s son, responsible for your biblical teachings, was like the image of judas iscariotes? a traitor in his essence, using you and everyone around him to remain in his own lie. ⠀ ⠀ female!user⠀⠀⠀✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK BONUS O5: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀paparazzi⠀.⠀patrick zweig⠀૮⠀your personal stalker, actor by day, paparazzi by night. patrick couldn’t handle a life where you weren’t the center of his thoughts, you can push him away, but not for long, he always found a way to get back.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀neutral!user⠀⠀·⠀୧⠀⠀stalker!pat

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK BONUS O6: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀diamond heart⠀.⠀robert floyd⠀૮⠀was it possible to fall in love with someone he barely knew? bob wasn’t sure, you were young and wild, but perfect in his eyes and he didn’t really care about the rest when he can just bring you closer.⠀⠀ female!user⠀⠀·⠀୧⠀⠀stripper!user

©⠀𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐙𝐓, 2025.⠀don’t use my work without my consent.

[vellichor-lover]

Rip Wylan Hendriks you would have loved text to speech, Molotov cocktails and shooting your father in the chest with a handgun

[gothamite-rambler]

Gotham Halloween, first Robin days, 10 years old.

Batman: Robin? Robin? How did they make costumes from your suit this fast? Why did they make costumes of your suit? Where's my popular costume?!

Batman angrily stalked down the street, jealousy simmering as he saw that his son's costume was more popular than his own—until he suddenly walked past a group of teenagers.

Teen boy dressed as Dracula: Dude, that Batman costume looks cheap.

Batman: It is not cheap looking you little brat! I am just yelling at a kid… I gotta find my Robin.

As he turned away, Batman snatched the Dracula-costumed teen's candy bag out of his hand and let it fall to the ground.

Dracula: Real mature, jerk!

After running down the street where he last saw Robin run off too he stopped to catch his breath. Thinking quickly, Batman let out a loud whistle that only his Robin would recognize. The soft footfalls of a young ten-year-old boy could be heard approaching. Robin, Dick Grayson, arrived holding a small pillowcase full of candy, chocolate stains smudged across his mouth.

Batman: Is that my good pillowcase?

Robin (lying): No… Yes.

Batman: That's the ugly one from my aunt and you're making better use of it. I'm mad though. Robin what did I say about sneaking off?

Robin (puppy dog eyes): But papa-

Batman: Don't put on the cute act, I'm building an immunity to that.

Robin (still looking cute as he spoke): Aww, okay, I'm sorry. I got us both candy though.

Robin smacked his lips, chocolate still on his teeth. He popped a gumball in his mouth and began chewing happily. Seeing his father’s stoic expression illuminated under a streetlamp made him giggle.

Robin: You seem tense. A lady gave me a box of raisins, and although I hate raisins, I thought of you, so here ya go.

Robin pulled out the box of dried grapes and held it out to Batman. Batman groaned but, seeing his son's bright smile, softened. He tilted his head with a sigh.

Batman (taking the box of raisins): You having fun?

Robin: Yeah! This side of town gives out the best candy.

Batman: That’s why you suggested patrolling here tonight.

Robin nodded enthusiastically.

Batman: Good job at tricking me. Come on, I know a place that gives out full-sized candy bars, and there’s a church with a trunk-or-treat—I think that’s what it’s called.

Robin: Really? You’re not just saying that so we can get back to patrolling like superheroes? Because… I really like Halloween and candy.

Batman: No, we’ll get back to that, but tonight, you deserve to have fun. You’ve earned it. Want to stay here, or should we go to my spots?

Robin (bouncing up and down): Your spots! Let’s go, Batman!

Robin ran in a circle as if flying, then down the street, singing "Nanananan Batman and Robin!" Batman smiled as he followed, heading into a night of costumes, scares, and trick-or-treating with his son. He didn't fully experience this as a kid, but tonight, he’d let Robin enjoy every moment.

[lastoneout]

Just wanna clarify that the HPV vaccine is not just for women/girls. Anyone can and should(barring medical reasons it would be dangerous) get the vaccine because anyone can be a carrier or become ill from it even if they don't have a cervix. Cervical cancer isn't the only illness they can cause and while some strains are mild there are plenty that aren't. Everyone who plans on becoming sexually active should get it, regardless of genital configuration, ideally before they start having sex(hence why it's reccomended at age 12-13) as HPV is the most common STI on the planet. The Cleveland Clinic says 14 million people are infected every year, but if you missed it as a kid you can get it until you're 26 and even up to age 45 depending on it your doctor thinks you would benefit(it can be less effective if you've already been exposed and most people age 45 have been) so even if you're older still ask about it, you never know!

The myth that it's only for people with cervixes makes it harder to actually protect yourself as again, anyone can become infected and pass it on. If you haven't gotten it and you're under the age of 45, you should ask your doctor about it. And tbh you should ask your doctor even if you don't plan to become sexually active(looking at you my fellow ace and aro/ace folks and aroallos who don't have sex) because unfortunately we do not live in a world where corrective rape is a huge problem especially for aces and aros of all types, and you never know who has been infected.

Please protect yourself and others <3 the vaccine isn't fun but it will offer you protection from a lot of awful illnesses and possibly death as well as insure you don't pass it on to someome you care about.

Also not OPs fault even a little but I do wish the article was more gender neutral. Trans men who have a cervix and vaginas have extremely high rates of distress during pap smears due to both how it can severely trigger their dysphoria and also a lot of gynecologists are unfortunately bigoted and do not treat trans men and transmasc and intersex people AND even gnc cis women with anything close to appropriate bedside manner, and this compounds when you add factors like race and disability status and weight. This is going to be helpful for SO many people, not just women. Hell, I identify as a woman(and a man) and have a cervix and pap smears are usually a nightmare for me, extremely painful and they trigger my PTSD so I always end up crying. I need an endometriosis test which is a surgical procedure, and my new ob/gyn, bless her entire heart, is going to do my pap smear when I'm under. This would take a LOT of the pain and anxiety away, and that relief isn't something only women with cervixes will benefit from. Ibckusive language goes a long way, so while this article is sharing something incredible it's a shame to see them dial in on cis women on top of spreading misinformation about who is at risk for HPV and needs to get the vaccine.

Edit: Also these could help trans women as well! While most do not have cervixes even after bottom surgery, it's still important because you never know what those cells are gonna do when they're inside you and you need to protect yourself, and I know trans folks with cervixes are not the only ones who get treated like shit at the ob/gyn. And just like with tmascs getting denied insurance coverage due to changing their gender marker(in addition to getting kicked out of ob/gyn offices for being men) any trans woman who hasn't been able to change her documents as well will almost certainly face the same hurdles. This test will be a life-saver for way more people than just cis women, I can tell.

"The Food and Drug administration has approved the U.S.'s first at-home alternative to the Pap smear, a procedure generations of women [and nonbinary and trans people with uteruses] have dreaded and often found painful.

The new device by Teal Health will offer a "much preferred experience," the company said in its announcement, and also aims to increase screening rates by making the procedure more convenient.

Traditionally, gynecologists have inserted a cold metal speculum deep into a woman's vagina to scrape cells from the cervix.

The Teal Wand — "built with empathy," the company said — uses a swab to collect a vaginal sample. Women will then mail the sample to a lab that will screen for HPV (human papillomavirus), the virus that causes nearly all cervical cancers. A growing body of research has found HPV testing to be highly accurate.

The FDA approval Friday [May 9, 2025] follows a U.S.-based study that found at-home screening was just as effective as that done in a doctor's office. The study also found women overwhelmingly preferred self–screening at home, and said they'd be more likely to stay up to date with cervical cancer screenings that way.

Every year, about 13,000 cases of cervical cancer are diagnosed, and more than 4,000 women die from the disease. Rates are down dramatically since Dr. Georgios Papanicolaou published a 1943 paper on how to use the Pap smear for screening, and it then became common.

But about a quarter of women in the U.S. are behind on such screenings, and medical experts say reducing that is key to the ultimate goal of eliminating cervical cancer. There's also a racial gap, with Black and Native American women far more likely to die from cervical cancer than white women. The HPV vaccine for teen and preteen girls, introduced in 2007, has also led to a global push to tackle the disease that way.

At-home cervical cancer screenings are already available in several other countries, including Australia and Sweden.

Teal Health says its self-testing device will be available starting next month [June 2025], in California first and then expanding. It will be by prescription, through a telehealth service, for women 25-65 years old who are "at average risk." The company says it's working with insurance companies to provide coverage."

-via NPR, May 10, 2025

[kvllcrvsh]

Manipulation (short)

John Walker/Reader

Warning: cnc, manipulation, adult content, obvious insinuations of sex, kissing

master list

Song Suggestion: Mirrors - Justin Timberlake

Background: You have known Yelena your whole life. You two were best friends and she invited you to a small get together with The New Avengers. You started to grow closer to them and eventually became an Avengers yourself. Your ability to trick the mind and manipulate feelings had its advantages but John Walker swore up and down he was strong enough to withstand your temptations. One night after drinking with everybody a little too long you all hung out in the common area where the topic was brought up again.

You stood leaning over the counter with Ava next to you as you both shared a drink. Talking to each other when in the corner of your eye you could see Alexei heading to bed and John lay down on the couch, clearly looking to start something.

“Hey— witch girl” He called to you.

You rolled your eyes and looked at him, everybody else’s gaze following between you two.

“Here we go” Yelena whispered to Bob.

Bucky sitting alone on a stool behind the bar even looked up from whatever he was reading to watch.

“Tell me again how that manipulation shit works.” He said, taking a sip from his beer.

Ava was quick to step in, not wanting to have this become anything other than a fun thing to do. She’d hate for the night to be ruined. “You know what? I’m curious to know what it feels like for you to manipulate me.”

You almost choked on your drink.

“It’s not fun.” Yelena said to herself, taking more sips of her drink.

“I wanna know what it feels like” Bob said, shocking you a little.

You laughed to yourself and shrugged your shoulders. “Fuck it, get in line” you said with a sigh.

Ava was first, “oh my god wait I’m scared” She said as you put your hands up to her head.

“Just relax” you chuckled softly.

You immediately did it, sending blue shocks from your finger tips to her head making her hair frizz and stand out. You decided to move her arms up and down.

“Ew ew I don’t like it!” She said, laughing while also being disgusted by the feeling.

I laughed at her and set her down. “Told you it doesn’t feel good” Yelena said, taking another sip of her drink.

John and Bucky both laughing to themselves, Bucky going back to his book.

“Me next!” Bob said, almost too excited.

You smiled at him as he pushed Ava aside. “Make me spin in a circle”

Odd request but you did as told, putting your hands up to the side of his head and making him spin. Yelena laughing now at how stupid he looked yet he was enjoying it. A little too much. You let go of him, “alright you’re done” you said as you stopped. Since it was so abrupt he tumbled over a little bit back over to Yelena.

“That was fun!” He said to Yelena

“Yea, I bet it was.” She laughed back.

“What about you Winter Soldier?” You said, turning to him.

He looked up and gave you a soft smile, “No thanks, my therapist would rather not hear from me tonight”

“I’ll go” John said, the tension was back on now. “You can try, I mean.” He corrected himself.

“I’m not gonna go easy on you.” You said, walking over to the couch.

John was so sure of himself that he didn’t care what you did to him because nothing was going to happen.

That’s when you got the idea in your head, the real temptation. You crawled onto the couch and hovered over him. Your hands holding both of his to his side, holding you up so that was the only part of your bodies that were touching while your knees stayed at his sides.

You looked him in the eyes, starting slow. “I don’t feel anything” He said, annoyed.

The hairs on his arms stood up while you worked your powers up his arms. It was like a ghost was touching him, soon feeling him up his legs and to his thighs.

You could see it on his face he was starting to struggle. He clenched his jaw the further up you went. You got close to his face, too close to his lips.

“Just give in, Walker” You said slyly to him.

He grunted and started to get angry, his body was shaking. You thought this was fun, laughing in his face while you did things to him so openly with others watching and he just had to sit there and take it.

He knew you were trying to move his head, you were trying to make him kiss you. You knew he was strong and would catch on quick but you decided to take it to the next level with the touching and teasing.

All this and all you did was hover over him looking pretty without breaking a sweat. He knew you were holding out on him.

That’s when you went too hard. He grabbed you tightly and flipped you over so you were now on your back and he was in between your legs. Kissing you hard, moaning into your mouth and grinding against you.

You finally let him go and he pulled away panting, you could feel how hard he was through his pants. You just sat there immediately laughing when he pulled back, you thought this was a joke— a hilarious one.

“Could’ve told you that would happen, Walker” Yelena said, taking her final shot and going to bed.

John stood up from the couch and slammed the pillow into you before stomping out of the room.

“You sure you don’t wanna try it out Barnes?” You asked, adrenaline rushing through you.

Notes: yall idk why I can’t stop writing about John being on the couch help me LOL

[multiheadcanons]

MERCS AND LUSH ITEMS

scout: scout likes the collaborations more than he likes the actual standard catalogue of the store. but i know he was in there for the minecraft collaboration. he got the diamond block and the lava block. he momentarily considered getting the dirt block, and then he decided that’s a little excessive. he also did get the ender dragon egg. he was also a frequenter during the tmnt collaboration! the only thing he would actively stay away from is the shower jellies. he does not like how they jiggle.

soldier: soldier loves the shower jellies! they’re fun to play with in the shower, and they don’t get him egregiously lathered up. just enough that he’s like a greased up pig. otherwise, he will go towards the shower tablets. particularly the awake one. it does its job, and it’s invigorating, and it doesn’t touch his body. which is great. soldier is very finicky about his soap, he doesn’t like liquid soaps, and his own bars are unscented. he just doesn’t like having a strong smell. but there’s something about those shower jellies… they beckon to him, almost.

pyro: pyro would be so mad it’s a seasonal scent, because pyro would love love love the sugar fairy scent in all its forms. it is sickeningly bubble gum sweet, and they would just love it. maybe more on others than themselves, but nobody on the team would be willing to indulge that. and there’s not many forms of it that they can use! their skin is too sensitive for the soaps, and they can only sit in a tub with a bath bomb for short periods of time before their skin starts to dry out. but dammit, they’re willing to do it, if only for the moment. a more reasonable direction to steer them to is sticky dates.

demoman: demo loves honey i washed the kids. it’s sweet, but light, and leaves him feeling soft with the shea butter base. demo does not like anything with a particularly heavy or overwhelming scent. he opts for softer and lighter smells, and then he drenches himself in it. demo would also be the one to put pyro on sticky dates. if he wants to use sticky dates he wakes up earlier to take his shower, just to give it more time to wear off. he would be very interested in the posh chocolate shower gel. he would love the thick texture of it. he’d be willing to look past the sweetness of the scent.

heavy: heavy is not a big fan of all of the strong scents. it’s a lot. it’s an olfactory assault. but, he does have one exception. he will grab a face mask. he likes how natural they are, and nobody would ever make fun of him if they walked in on him with a clay mask on. they might even join. he just looks very comfortable. and you don’t get skin like his without washing it a couple times! but otherwise he doesn’t particularly care for anything they have in there.

engineer: engineer would also not prefer all of the sweeter scents, or even the fruity scents. but, with the smokier scents he’s at least willing to stop and smell. he’d probably buy the charcoal soap once. and then go buy it somewhere more convenient at a better price. not that he didn’t like it, a similar product can just be gotten elsewhere for a better price point. hell, it might just make him take a little tour through the hobby of soap making. see what he can whip up, himself!

medic: he would love the hair care selection. i know this because i love the hair care selection. particularly he would use the shampoo and conditioner bars. he is very particular about body wash, so he stays away from those, but he does take care of his hair. he particularly likes the wasabi shan kui shampoo. it’s nice and icy, leaves him feeling awake. occasionally he will use a minor amount to wash his face just to feel that tingle on his cheeks. and he would buy at least one black rose bomb, if only to sit in the water and lose himself in the murk and the glitter.

sniper: sniper would absolutely drift towards grass. he would bring it to his nose, give it a hesitant sniff, and buy it in bulk. and i know that because i regularly use the grass body wash. you smell like dog that rolled in grass. he would love that. he wouldn’t be willing to spend the money on the spray perfumes. but he’s willing to buy that wash. it’ll wear off faster, and he genuinely feels like he’s sitting in lawn clippings. he’s gonna eat that up. he would also buy the outback soap, if only for the name.

spy: i want to go to lush with spy… so bad. so so bad. spy and i could go toe to toe with our lush collections. and i would only want him to go with me if only to talk him into getting one of the wax bars so i can give him a back massage. i’m not freaky for spy he would just be the only one who would let me use it on him. and if im nice enough and i give him a good enough back massage he might return the favor. he will always go towards the soaps. his particular favorites are ro’s argan and goddess. the scents are thick, and i feel would lay on his skin like a blanket and mix well with his natural scent as he starts to sweat in battle.

[squoxle]

[11] YOU’RE MINE ~ K. HJ

jealous!fwb!hongjoong x drunk!fwb!reader

plot: jealous after seeing another guy flirt with you, hongjoong, makes it his business to claim you as his... | wc: 2.4k | cw: minor angst, drunk sex, smut,

To describe your relationship with Hongjoong, plainly, the best description would be that you hate each other but you love fucking each other and outside of that there isn’t really anything else.

That might sound terrible, but that was the glue to your situationship that started after he experienced a rough break up.

Though, you had developed feelings for him, you buried them within the depths of your soul to keep from getting hurt. He never showed any interest in commitment and you wouldn’t dare make a fool of yourself by confessing your feelings for him like an idiot.

Either way, you always felt confused when he would show signs of possessiveness. Anytime you’d start talking about a guy you found attractive or when some stranger would hit on you, there he was, giving you a smug look.

He'd stir up a storm, changing the topic or ripping you away from the situation like a jealous boyfriend only to remind you later that, “This is all just for fun, y’know that, right?”

Hearing that hurt more than you dared to admit. In the beginning, it wasn’t so bad, but after almost 4 months of this emotional torture, you’d had enough. Tonight was his chance to prove to you if he was serious or not.

It was Friday night, the end of the week, and the perfect time to stay out all night clubbing. You made sure to wear the skimpiest, sexiest, black mini dress that was almost too high. You slipped into a pair of heels you planned on kicking off for the first guy to sweep you off your feet.

Even though you showed up alone, you knew that's not how you'd be leaving. Whether it was Hongjoong or a random stranger, after tonight, you would know for sure what it was that he wanted. No more confusion, no more questions.

You took an Uber to the club for two reasons. One, you didn't feel like driving, and two, you didn't want to leave your car outside at a club overnight. You walked inside, not surprised to see Hongjoong raving at the bar, taking shots from some random girl's tits.

You rolled your eyes as he didn't even notice you walking in. You walked to an empty table, scoping out the dance floor. It wasn't long before you ordered yourself a small glass of water, just something to sip on before you got ready to break a sweat.

"What's a beautiful girl like you doing sitting here all by yourself?" you looked up from your drink to see a handsome stranger. He was definitely taller than Hongjoong but looked around the same age.

You could smell the liquor on his lips as he hung over you. You smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear as you lazily stirred your drink with the opposite hand.

"You're more than welcome to sit down with me if you like," you smirked as he matched your expression. "I'd love the company."

"I'd rather see you out there on the dance floor," he leaned closer, whispering in your ear as the loud music surrounded the two of you. "Dancing right next to me."

"Hmm, I don't know," you hummed.

"What? Do you have a boyfriend or something?"

"Maybe I do," you raised an eyebrow. "Or maybe I don't," you tilted your head to the side. "I don't think you care either way," you smiled.

"Sooo, is that a yes?" he chuckled nervously.

"Yeah," you nodded. "Let's dance," you grabbed his hand as he led onto the dance floor. Strobe lights flickered around you. The smell of sweat, liquor, and ecstasy filled the air as he turned your body away from him.

You grinded against him as he held his hands on your hips. You swayed left and right as you felt his breath on your neck. You raised your arm to wrap around his head as his lips left soft kisses on ur shoulder.

Though you enjoyed the thrill of new people, you desperately craved Hongjoong’s heart. You wanted him to want you as bad as you wanted him.

“Hey! I’m gonna go get a drink,” you shouted over the thumping club music.

“Okay! I’ll come with you,” he hollered back, grabbing your hand as you weaved through the crowd of entranced intoxicated bodies.

“Hello~” the bartender hummed as he whipped in front of you. “What can I get for you two tonight?”

“I’ll have whatever she’s having,” the guy smiled.

“Alrighty,” the bartender nodded. “What’ll it be for you, Miss?”

“I’ll take an espresso martini with an extra shot of simple syrup,” you smiled. “I like it sweet.”

“Okie dokie, and is there anything else I can get for you tonight?”

“No, that’s all. I just need a little picker-upper,” you reached into your mini bag to pull out your phone.

“Oh no, I’ll pay,” the stranger smiled as he handed the bartender a $50. “Keep the change,” he nodded.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you smirked.

“I know, but I wanted to,” he sat next to you as the bartender worked on your drink behind the counter.

“Okay, well now I feel like I should get to know a little more about you. How about you tell me your name, that way I don’t come up with one for you.”

“Come up with one for me? What do you mean?”

“Like a nickname.”

“Hmm, what if I like the nickname you give me,” he smirked.

“You want me to call you Fifty?”

“Huh? Why hold you call me that?”

“Because who in the hell would drop fifty dollars on two cheap ass martinis?”

“Hey, these may be cheap, but they’re delicious. Especially when I make them,” the bartender smiled placing your drinks on the counter in front of you. “I even added some extra cold foam.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at his remark. “Well I’ll have to see for myself,” you smiled, taking a sip of the cool caffeinated drink.

“How is it,” he asked, clenching his teeth into a nervous smile. You could tell he was anticipating your response so you decided to tease him a bit.

You paused for a moment, clicking your tongue before glancing down at your drink. You licked your lips where you felt the foam stop and looked up at the barista. “You’re right, it’s very good. Probably the best I've ever had," you smiled.

"Definitely, the best you've ever had," Fifty winked as you sipped from your drink again.

"I'm glad you like it," the barista tapped the bar before standing up straight. "As much as I'd love to stay over here with you guys, I'm the only guy staffed tonight and i have some rather unpleasant guests requesting my services," you looked over to see the rowdy bunch he was referring to before Fifty blocked your view.

"We should hang out more often. You seem like an amazing person. And you have great taste," he extended his glass in your direction, waiting for you to clink your glasses together.

"You're not too bad yourself," you smirked before tipping the glass to your lips.

You lowered the glass, fixating your gaze on your unexpected date after taking a sip, only to be met by Fifty’s thumb, gently swiping the top of your lip.

You felt your face warming up as he locked eyes with you. Not a moment passed before he pulled you in for a kiss. You hummed as you felt his tongue wrap around yours. The kiss was wild and sexy, you could feel the desire all over him as he held your face in one hand and explored your body with the other.

You were overwhelmed with feelings of ecstasy. Nothing could stop you from going all the way in this moment. Surprisingly, Fifty had managed to take your mind completely off Hongjoong, your whole reason for getting things started with him anyway. That was until, he rudely reminded you of his existence.

“Hey! What the hell is going on here?!” Hongjoong shouted, pushing Fifty off of you and pulling you behind him.

“Sorry, but who are you?” Fifty asked. You could tell he was irritated, but he didn’t want to make a scene.

“I’m her boyfriend, Asshole!”

“Look buddy, I thought she was single, I never would’ve made a move on her otherwise,” he walked forward and placed his hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder.

“Go fuck yourself,” Hongjoong spat, shrugging his hand away. As badly as you wanted to bring up the girl from earlier, you could tell that he was already pretty upset and you didn’t want to add to the fire.

This is what you wanted, isn’t it?

Hongjoong wrapped his arm around you as he guided you to the back of the club. You mouthed the words “sorry” to Fifty as you left him behind. Surprisingly, the look he gave you was more comforting than you expected. He shrugged slightly mouthing “it’s okay” as you trailed out of sight.

He brought you into a dimly lit single-stall bathroom and locked the door behind you. He pressed you up against the door immediately after he twisted the lock. He grabbed your wrists, pulling them together before lifting them above your head.

There was something about this position that made you feel completely vulnerable to him. When he held you this way, everything was exposed to him, and his tight grip reminded you just how much control he had in this moment.

"What were you trying to do out there, huh?" he asked, leaning close to your neck, clamping down on the soft flesh as you whined from the sensation of his teeth digging into your skin.

"Ah-I-" you struggled to form a coherent sentence as he sucked on your neck, gripping your tit in his free hand.

"Were you trying to make me jealous?" his question hung in the air for a bit. "Because it definitely worked," he smirked, pulling your dress up over your tits. He left marks all over your tits as he toyed with your wet core. You squirmed as he stimulated your clit, he was definitely enjoying marking up your entire upper body, but you could tell that he wanted more.

He released his grip on your wrists before dropping to his knees. He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder after ripping your panties off. You moaned as he closed his lips around your pussy. You felt his tongue inching its way into you as he rubbed his thumb against your clit.

He wasn't there for long, though. He gave you just enough to get you started. He stood to his feet again, unbuckling his pants as he kissed you. You kept yourself busy, inserting two fingers into yourself, humming as he pushed his tongue past your lips.

"I'm gonna make sure you don't forget who you belong to," he whispered before lifting one of your legs. You gasped as you felt his stretching you open. You looked down to see his length gliding into you before he covers your mouth.

You let out a muffled groan as he bit your neck, gripping your ass as he pumped into you. You'd had rough sex with him before, but this was unlike any other time. You panted as he moved his hand away from your mouth, readjusting his grip on your body as he fucked you.

You combed your fingers through his hair, pulling it back to see his face as he fucked your sloppy cunt. He caught your sleazy gaze, taking a slight breath before lifting you completely off your feet.

You gasped as you felt yourself inch slightly down the door. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he pressed your body against the door. Your body trembled as he fucked you faster in this position, and with your legs up like this, your pussy was tighter than usual.

You couldn't control the moans that escaped your lips as you felt your walls flexing around him. "That's it baby," he hummed as you were nearing your climax. "I wanna get you off right before I fill you up," he smirked.

"Wait, but," you choked on your words as he slammed into you. "You're not wearing a condom," you winced as he began to suck on your neck, clamping down hard enough to leave teeth marks.

"I know," he smiled, kissing the spot where his teeth were. "Don't worry. I'm just gonna make sure you're mine," he hummed, slipping one of his hands between your legs to stimulate your clit as you came all over him.

Your legs were still shaking as he filled you with his cum. Surprisingly, it was so much that it dripped out of you as you clung to him. He let you down slowly, one leg at a time, as you found your balance. He softly patted your head before kissing your cheek.

"I wish I could've came inside of your pretty mouth," he smirked, gliding his thumb across your bottom lip as he gently held your chin.

You were speechless. Not a word came to your mind, and not a word came out of your mouth. You blindly reached down to wipe the trail of cum from your thigh before looking back up at him.

He took your two fingers and put them into your mouth. "I guess that'll have to work," he chuckled.

As you were leaving the bar with Hongjoong you felt something graze your arm. You looked back to see Fifty handing you your handbag. "Wouldn't wanna forget this," he smiled warmly.

For a second it felt like time had stopped. You couldn’t believe that he was still here. Still waiting. For you…

You quickly nodded in his direction, careful not to draw too much attention to yourself. You didn’t want Hongjoong getting all riled up again.

Time started ticking again, and you became aware of the blaring music that surrounded you. His words replayed in your head. The way his voice was so gentle. He was so different from the rowdy, bad boy, douchebag you had come accustomed to.

“Would wanna forget this,” you heard again…

He was right...everything was in that little bag. Your phone, your lipgloss, your ID, your money, and one more thing that you didn't find until you made it home...

His phone number...

𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

❀ Thank you all so much for reading! Make sure to check out other works on my masterlist!

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[yuujispunches]

Of closure and cravings ~ M.F. (Part 3)

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x fem!Reader

Summary: you knew getting involved with Megumi was a mistake in the first place, so why did it hurt so much once it’s fell apart?

CW (content warning): a bit of angst, college AU (no curses), aged up Megumi and reader (in their 20s), miscommunication, MDNI (+18), some cursing, p in v sex, oral (f receiving).

AN (author’s note): Hi guys! I’m so so happy that all of you loved this series so much, it means a lot 🤍 This is the last part and I’ve had so much fun making this that I might write little scenarios or some kind of spinoff for this. I’m also working on my other series with Nanami that you can check out HERE. As always a reminder that English isn’t my first language and I’m typing this on my phone so I’m sorry if there’re any mistakes/typos. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Requests are open so feel free to send yours! (you can check the list of character I write for on my pinned post)

<<Part 1 || Part 2 || Masterlist

The first three weeks back after summer vacation are quiet.

You see him everywhere, lecture halls, common areas, late-night library hours but neither of you speak. You pretend he’s just another classmate. You sit near but not next to him, make a show of scrolling on your laptop when he walks by, keep your eyes on the board even when you feel his on your back.

It’s like walking through a dream you don’t want to remember. Or a scar you don’t want to touch.

And still, every time he passes you in the hallway, every time your hands brush when you reach for the same book, your heart stutters like it’s still summer, like he didn’t rip it open and leave it there.

You don’t know what hurts more: that he didn’t fight for you, or that you didn’t ask him to.

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Nobara forces you out one Friday, to a dive bar that smells like tequila and regret. You're halfway through your second drink when she nudges your side.

“Fushiguro’s here.”

You don’t look.

She glances between you. “I’m just saying... maybe you should talk to him.”

You snort into your straw. “I don’t speak fluent betrayal.”

“He’s been staring at you all semester.”

“Let him.”

“Are you sure you don’t still—?”

“Yes.”

No. You were starting to think that you would always still have feelings for him and you hated it. You hated yourself for it. But most of all you hated the fact that you still didn’t hate him.

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You stay late at the library a week later.

It’s almost midnight. The building is nearly empty. You’ve been pouring over drafts for a conference submission, mind fried, eyes raw. You’re halfway through packing up when you feel it, that shift in the air that only happens around him.

You glance up.

Megumi stands by your table, hands in his pockets. You don’t speak.

He clears his throat. “Can we talk?”

You look down. “It’s late.”

“I know.”

You grip your bag strap. He waits.

You hate him for that, for always waiting, for always knowing you’ll cave.

You stand without a word and follow him into the study room down the hall.

He closes the door behind you.

You cross your arms. “Make it fast.”

He nods once. “Okay.”

Silence stretches.

You can hear the buzz of the fluorescent light overhead. The hum of the AC. The sound of your own heart angry, aching.

He runs a hand through his hair, it’s messy, messier than it usually was at least for a brief moment you look at him, the first time you really look at him since what happened. He seems paler, the bags under his eyes more pronounced than they usually were during exam season. He looked like hell and you wanted to rip your heart out when you felt it tug at the sight.

“I didn’t mean what I said. That night.”

You look away.

“I was scared.” He says. “Of how much I cared. Of how real it got.”

You swallow.

“I thought if I told myself it wasn’t serious, I could walk away before you did.”

Your laugh is bitter. “Congrats. You beat me to it.”

He winces. “I deserve that.”

“You deserved a lot more than what you got, Megumi. I gave you everything. My time. My trust. My fucking body. And you threw it away like it meant nothing.”

“It meant everything.”

You blink.

“I loved you.” He blurts out, voice low.

Your mouth goes dry.

“I didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t think I was allowed to. We were rivals. We were—” he exhales. “I was an idiot.”

You shake your head. “You don’t get to say that now.”

“I know.”

You take a step back. But he follows.

“I thought if I walked away, it would go away.” He says. “That I’d stop missing you. That I’d stop waking up and reaching for you in an empty bed. But I didn’t. I don’t.”

He’s closer now.

You should push him. But you don’t.

“You hurt me.” You whisper.

“I know.”

“I hated you.”

“I hated myself more.”

You look up at him and the dam breaks.

You don’t kiss him gently. You kiss him like it’s a war. Like he’s the enemy and you’re tired of losing. He kisses you back like he’s starving.

Your bag hits the floor. His hands are in your hair. Your body’s pinned between him and the wall and it feels like everything.

“Tell me to stop.” He gasps, lips against your throat. “And I will.”

You don’t.

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You stumble into the faculty lounge down the hall, barely locking the door before he lifts you onto the counter. Papers scatter. A stapler crashes to the floor.

His hands are under your shirt, your nails raking down his back.

“You’re such an asshole.” You gasp as his kisses start to descend down your neck.

“Still hate me?” He whispers, mouth on your collarbone.

“Always.”

But when he drops to his knees and pushes your skirt up, when he presses his mouth to you like prayer your fingers curl in his hair and you moan his name like it still belongs to you.

He makes you come fast, rough, hungry and doesn’t stop until you’re shaking.

He rises, kisses you, lets you taste yourself on his tongue.

You reach for his belt, unfasten it with trembling hands.

His voice is ragged. “I missed you so much it fucking ruined me.”

You pull his boxers down, wrap your hand around him. “Good.”

He groans. “You’re still mean.”

“You still love it.”

He laughs against your lips.

And then he’s inside you, finally, and you gasp like it’s the first time all over again. He holds you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

You meet every thrust like you’re trying to prove a point, until your head falls back and you’re crying out for him again, legs trembling around his hips.

He comes with your name on his lips.

And for the first time in months, you feel whole. You don’t know how long the two of you stay like that. Pressed together. Breathless. Bruised. Alive.

“I still hate you.” You whisper.

He smiles against your shoulder.

“Yeah.” He says. “But you love me more.”

You don’t say it out loud, at least not yet. You just kiss him again.

And this time, he doesn’t let you stop.

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Sunday mornings with Megumi are slow.

Not the kind of slow that comes from exhaustion or avoidance, at least not anymore, but the kind that says, we’re okay. The kind that says you’ve earned this.

You’re in his apartment or your apartment, now, you suppose. Somewhere between the second semester of grad school and your first joint lease, the lines stopped mattering. You started leaving toothbrushes, then books, then clothes. One morning, without realizing it, you just never left.

Now it’s home.

The windows are cracked open. There’s a breeze, the scent of coffee, and the distant hum of the city outside. He’s still asleep beside you, arm tucked under your waist, his face soft in the morning light.

You watch his lashes flutter and think, God, I really did fall in love with him. Some days, that still surprises you.

It shouldn’t. Not after everything. Not after the arguments, the sex, the heartbreak, the reconciliation. The long talks. The even longer silences. The nights spent on opposite sides of the bed and the mornings spent curled together in apology.

Love, you’ve learned, isn’t fireworks.

It’s consistency. Choice. The thousand times you both decided to stay.

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He stirs when you move, arm tightening around your waist.

“Where’re you going?” He murmurs, voice rough with sleep.

“Coffee.”

He hums, pulling you closer. “Five more minutes.”

“You say that every time.”

“I mean it every time.”

You glance over your shoulder, catch the lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

You sigh. “You gonna make it worth my while?”

He cracks one eye open. “Come back here and find out.”

You do.

He pulls you beneath him with that quiet intensity you’ve come to crave. Slow kisses, wandering hands. You’ve both learned each other like music by now. Where to touch. How to breathe. What to say to unravel the other completely.

You come together like you’re coming home.

It’s messy. Intimate. Familiar in all the best ways.

Afterward, he rests his forehead against yours, still catching his breath.

“You’re not allowed to leave me.” He says, half-asleep again.

You smile. “I’d like to see you try and stop me.”

He grins, eyes closing. “Challenge accepted.”

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By noon, you’re both finally vertical. Him in gray sweats, you in one of his old shirts that hangs off your shoulder like an accident. You’re curled on the couch, laptop balanced on your knees, while he brings over two mugs and sets one beside you.

“Still editing that essay?” He asks, leaning over the back of the couch.

“Mmhmm.” You just hum absentmindedly as you kept reading over the lines you wrote.

He presses a kiss to your temple. “It’s already brilliant. Let it go.”

You hum. “Says the guy who rewrites his thesis abstract every three days.”

He snorts, settling beside you. “Touché.”

The silence that falls between you is warm, not tense. You scroll. He reads. The city moves outside the window, but in here, it’s still.

For the first time in a long time, you’re not chasing something. Not fighting. Not trying to outdo each other.

You’re just living. Together.

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Later, he makes dinner, pasta, because it’s easy while you sit on the counter and steal vegetables off the cutting board.

“You’re a menace.” He says when you snag another pepper.

“You love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

He looks up at you, and something in his expression softens.

“What?” you ask, cheeks warm.

He doesn’t answer. Just steps closer, brushes a stray hair behind your ear.

“You know.” He says quietly, “I never thought we’d get here.”

You blink.

“Not just… this.” He adds, gesturing to the kitchen. “Us.”

“Because you thought I hated you?”

He laughs. “Because I was an idiot.”

You smile, resting your forehead against his. “We both were.”

He kisses you once. Twice. Then returns to the stove like nothing happened.

Your heart is still catching up.

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That night, when the lights are off and your limbs are tangled together under the sheets, he speaks again. Low, close, against your skin.

“I think I want to stay here. After school.”

You turn toward him. “Here in the city?”

He nods.

“With me?” You ask, your fingertips carefully studying his face.

He meets your eyes. “If you’ll have me.”

You pretend to think. “That depends.”

“On?”

“Who’s doing the dishes for the rest of our lives.”

He laughs, curling his hand around yours beneath the blanket.

“You.” He says. “Obviously.”

You squeeze his fingers. “Deal.”

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You don’t need a ring to know what this is. You don’t need a timeline or a plan. You just need him here, now, real.

And the rest? You’ll figure it out together.

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[homosexualgirlandbags]

(had a friend rant to me abt gay shit here, so we're projecting rn)

Something something about Price and Nik being expected to fill in the traditional role of a man.

It's stupid that they care, especially since they were two men dating in the military. They should be more immune to the judgemental stares of soldiers on base, or the scrutiny of the people when they walk down the street.

It's a disgusting feeling, the feeling that you're ostracized, left out by some invisible barrier to the people. Two men, hand in hand walking down the street. Two men with decorated backgrounds in the military with enough blood on their hands to paint the whole damn town red, shifting in their stance as the mother with three kids glares at the nails holding John's hands in the cold.

It doesn't make it better when Nik could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up with how the dad in the park was staring at him, full on glam out whilst playing with Soap's niece, carrying the girl with him around the park on the monkey bars.

He ain't stupid. He knows what's up when the dad sneaks a picture of him. He knows the resulting conversation that would happen based on that. He also knows there's sweet fuck he could theoretically do about it. And that only serves to take a blow towards himself.

And when the group of teenagers stare at John like some oddity as he kneels over to check the price tags on some body oil and lotion, John has to keep himself in check from dealing with brats, the military way.

The scars that decorate his arms doesn't help, nor does the years of grime stuck on his face and the muscles bulging for actions under his shirt.

All that masculinity, blown away because of some lotion.

And when John complains about that fucked up knee he has, or Nik plays with his hair for fun, there's an underlying sense of criticism laying under their tone. Hidden under some form of concern.

Because after all, shouldn't men know how to suck it up? Shouldn't they know how to provide? How to dress according to the rulebook? Surely men built like John and Nik should have it down pat by now.

They already let them have each other, why shouldn't they expect the both of them to be a man?

It's stupid how it seems to be one thing traded off for another. A husband for a sense of normalcy. Something tangible for people to bite down on, to look at the men holding hands in London and be able to be blinded by the fact that they were the image of traditional masculinity rather than face their own bigotry.

John and Nik aren't men that would buckle down to orders from people, lord knows their attitude towards orders barked at them like a dam dog.

But this. This slow psychological warfare wasn't something they were trained for. Certainly not the way people stare at them like some oddity when John smiles at the chocolate Nik stuffed in his mouth, and certainly not when Nik paints his nails and wraps his arms around John's shoulders.

At the end of the day, they both still exist under the scrutiny of others, and John fixes his hair in a certain way before he walks out, and Nik leaves the nails at home as he holds his husband's hand, hair tied in a bun.

But at the end of the day, the way the man looked at Nik when he admits to not knowing how to replace a tyre, and how John could feel eyes on him as he reaches for the small pink frosted cupcake would never change.

[fakeagatha]

Protection Witch | Alice Wu Gulliver x Jennifer Kale | Agatha All Along Week 2025 Day Two: Fake Dating/Marriage

Summary: Upon celebrating a milestone for Jen, a man cannot take the word no. Alice steps in, referring to herself as Jennifer's girlfriend.

A/N: Fun fact if any disclaimers are posted for today's prompt, that's because my stupid self understood "Fake Dating/Marriage" as the marriage just being ordinary? Not fake? No wonder the two prompts seemed really random LMAO??? I haven't taken the first fic down, it's just not under the AAA Week anymore. Anyway this is my first time writing for Jen and Alice, and I actually enjoyed it more than I expected to!

Warnings: Homophobia, slurs, SA, gross bathrooms?, violence Word Count: 769 Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Crack Date: 19/5/2025

@agathaallalongweek

Alice wasn't the biggest fan of bars, but her closest friend wanted to have a night out with her to celebrate a milestone of her company. Alice cared about Jen, a lot, and she couldn't say no to her.

It was ten at night, and the club was in the middle of the city. Alice was pretty nervous about it, but there's a lot of people around, so surely no one would do anything illegal in plain sight, right? She was being paranoid. Now, she just needed to make sure that Jennifer had the night out she deserved.

They received their drinks, a fruity cocktail each. Jennifer seemed proud of herself, which made Alice even more happy for her success.

"Your hard work finally paid off, huh?" She grinned, and Jennifer nodded as she took another sip.

"Yeah. There was a point recently I was planning on adding discounts to everything to sell out. I was getting tired. But my effort was worth it!"

Alice chuckled along with her, stirring her cup with the straw. She had already drunk half, but she wasn't used to alcohol, so neither was her bladder.

"Jen, I'm going to pop to the restroom for a second. Will you be okay here?"

Jennifer smiled and quickly nodded. "Of course, don't worry. I'll keep hold of your drink as well."

The bathroom was disgusting. It was unisex, which explains why there was mysterious liquids, alcohol and urine all over the floors, and somehow the roof? In any other situation, Alice would've just chosen to hold it in, but she decided not to take that risk.

Meanwhile, Jennifer scrolled through her phone, when she suddenly turned to see a much older man slide into Alice's seat.

"Sorry, that seat's actually taken." She said, trying to be polite, but the man just smirked.

"Yeah, by me. Why don't you let me buy you a drink?"

Jen chuckled a little, and shook her head, "That's nice of you to offer, but no thank you."

His face darkened slightly and he bit his lip, "No, I want to buy you a drink, sweetheart."

Jennifer's expression went from awkward politeness to almost offence, was the word "no" so difficult?

"Come on, don't play hard to get with me." He slid his hand up her thigh from under her dress, and Jen couldn't even push him away because of how she had frozen in place, "I could offer someone as beautiful as you much more than just a drink."

The sound of the bar stool falling over echoed. Jennifer blinked, Alice was standing over the stool, glaring at the guy who was now on the ground. "Why the hell are you touching her, you fucking creep?" She snapped, and the man groggily stood up, looking at the shorter woman.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He snarled.

Alice scoffed, "Me? You're the one putting your disgusting hands all over my girlfriend!"

"Oh, so you're a pair of faggots?"

Alice went to swing again, but Jennifer held her back. If anything, she was just as angry as Alice, but she was able to mask it better than her.

"Yes, we are." Jennifer smirked, wrapping an arm around Alice, who's cheeks turned red. "And do you know what faggots do?"

Before he could respond, Jennifer looked into Alice's eyes, giving her a few seconds to pull away, and gently pressed her lips to hers. The guy was distraught, and the two were laughing between the kiss.

The bouncer finally interfered, and pulled the man out of the bar. Alice and Jennifer were also kindly asked to leave, obviously because of the fact that Alice nearly gave someone a well deserved concussion.

The two walked out, snickering to themselves, "Did you see the look on his face?" Alice laughed, and Jennifer nodded.

"It was ridiculous! It was a mixture between "Oh, I just shit my pants", and "Oh, that guy in front of me just shit himself.""

Agatha cackled again, "It was!" She grinned, watching Jennifer as her laughter died down.

"You know," Jennifer paused, "It felt weird when I heard you calling me your girlfriend, and not in a bad way."

Alice seemed surprised at that. "I mean- I said it in attempt to get him away but, I liked the sound of it, too."

Jennifer held Alice's hand in hers, and smiled down at her, "Would you perchance like to go on a date with me next weekend? Maybe see how things go?"

Alice beamed, nodding, "I would love to!"

Jennifer matched her expression, and pulled her into a hug, "Thank you for protecting me tonight. It really warmed my heart."

Alice's smile softened, and locked her gaze with hers, "You don't need to thank me, Jen. I'm a protection witch, after all."