#but the two just look at each other and start laughing like heck

[wanderingibon]

" I noticed that you've been smiling more, Lucanis. "

" ...Have I? ...Si, I suppose I have been. "

[okaylikeschaewon]

Hot-N-Fun

~5k words, Roommates Series, smut

“Call it!”

“They never work,” you chuckled as you pulled your pants back up.

“Yeah but what if this time it’s real,” Mint pleaded while you washed your hands. “I’d do it if my phone wasn’t dead.”

“Seriously?” you began drying your hands. “It’s scratched into the side of the men’s bathroom. How could you possibly think it’s real?”

“You never know!”

“Call for a ‘hot-n-fun��� time? They didn’t even try. I think I can make a pretty safe guess,” you laughed as you dried your hands. “If anything, it’s probably just some dude messing with his friend.”

“You’re probably right,” Mint replied, staring at the scratching. “Either way, it could be funny.”

“Eh, you have a point,” you pulled out your phone and started dialing the number. “Fuck it.”

“That’s my man,” Mint smiled and jumped onto your shoulder, leaning next to your ear as your phone started ringing. “I owe you a drink for this.”

“It’s actually ringing, guess it’s a real number,” you commented, pleasantly surprised, with the phone against your ear. “I doubt they’ll actually pick-”

“Hello?”

It was a girl.

“Oh, hello,” you stammered after spending an awkward amount of time finding your voice.

“Do I know you?”

“No, I don’t think so,” you answered, stifling your laugh as Mint stared at you in shock, his eyes threatening to bulge out of their sockets.

The girl on the phone sighed.

“Did you happen to find this number in a bathroom?”

“Yeah, I figured someone put your number here to mess with you but curiosity got the best of me,” you explained. “Sorry to bother you.”

“Are you a student?”

“I am.”

“Tomorrow, 9 a.m., coffee. The cafe down the street.”

Mint began frantically nodding his head at you, mouthing ‘yes’ over and over, almost jumping on you in excitement. You couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of what was going on, but you made it this far, might as well see it out. At least, that was your excuse. In reality, you just found it incredibly hot that she told you instead of asked you.

“Sure,” you answered. “How will I know who you are?”

“I’ll send you a picture.”

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Could you do me a quick favor and please scratch out the number.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” you replied.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She hung up, leaving you and Mint staring at each other.

“Did that really just happen?” Mint broke the silence first.

“I’m still not convinced this is real,” you shook your head when suddenly your phone vibrated, the message leaving you in shock once again. “Holy shit, yeah this definitely isn’t real.”

“Let’s see,” Mint grabbed your phone and his jaw immediately hit the floor. “Yeah there’s no fucking way. They’re harvesting organs for sure.”

“I’m still going.”

“True, who needs two kidneys anyway,” Mint laughed, giving you back your phone.

“Fuck it, this girl can have both if she wants them.”

—

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow,” Kazuha hung up her phone and turned to her roommate.

“Oh my fucking God about time!” Chaewon squealed. “Where the heck is Sakura, I need to tell her.”

“I’m not actually doing this am I?” Kazuha whined as Chaewon frantically tapped her phone screen.

“She got a call! Tomorrow morning! Yes! I know!” Chaewon screamed into the phone. “Okay! I’ll see you soon!”

“Chaewon!” Kazuha started hitting Chaewon’s arm. “I don’t want to!”

“It’s going to be so fun!” Chaewon grabbed Kazuha into a hug to stop her barrage of attacks. “I can’t wait to see him, what if he’s really hot?”

“I hope he is,” Kazuha sighed, falling face-first onto the bed.

“He will be, I can tell by his voice,” Chaewon jumped onto the bed with her. “So! What are you going to wear? Pick something that shows midriff, trust me.”

“I’m never making a bet with you two again.”

—

“Sorry I’m late.”

“You’re not late,” the girl looked up at you with a bit of a deer-in-headlights expression.

“I know, but it looks like you’ve been waiting. Therefore, I’m late,” you smiled warmly at her, gave her your name, and held out your hand.

“I’m Kazuha,” she shook your hand with firm but incredibly delicate fingers, holding on for a bit too long to be considered a ‘normal’ handshake. “Sorry, I would have waited before ordering, but I got kinda nervous.”

“No worries!” you sat down across from her. “I know it’s not exactly this simple, but don’t be nervous.”

“Yeah,” Kazuha laughed. “Just don’t be, right?”

“Is it working?” you asked while pulling your chair over so that you were sitting next to her instead of across from her.

“Umm,” Kazuha began blushing, her eyes frantically scanning you up and down as you moved right next to her. She ended up completely ignoring your question, biting her lower lip subconsciously as she picked up her mug and put it back down without even taking a sip. “Were you going to get a drink? I can come with you to the counter if-”

“No, I’m okay,” you gently placed your arm on the backrest of her chair.

Her eyes darted to your arm before going right back to you, that adorable deer-in-headlights expression returning with a vengeance.

“Here, we can share,” she picked up the mug and held it out for you to take, spilling a little on her own fingers in the process. “Oops!”

“Sure,” you ignored the error in an attempt to save her some embarrassment, and as you accepted the mug from her hand, you discreetly gave her a tissue. “Oh wow, it’s sweet.”

“Do you not like it?” she asked, looking up at you with an aura of innocent purity, as if your enjoyment of her coffee actually mattered.

“I love it,” you answered warmly, taking another sip. “What is it?”

With pure excitement, she started to explain her order, speaking too quickly to maintain any sort of semblance of coherency. The way she spoke about one pump this, one pump that, and not that a single word connected with you - in one ear out the other - was just too cute to handle. You were significantly more drawn to her appearance, focusing in particular on her expressiveness.

Her antics while she spoke were making you melt, you didn’t even bother hiding the smile on your face as you nodded along, pretending to care about whatever she was saying. She really was stunning, you could probably stare at her pretty face all day and never tire. Her beautiful wavy brown hair perfectly framing her cute features. The picture she sent definitely did not do her beauty justice. Have you mentioned that she was beautiful?

“Have you?” she waited expectantly for you to respond.

“Yeah, of course,” you replied, still mostly lost in her beauty.

She cocked an eyebrow at you before she burst out laughing.

“You haven’t been listening, have you?”

“Alright, you caught me,” you chuckled. “I got lost in your eyes for a second.”

“Oh,” she blinked rapidly a couple times before looking down at the mug in her hands. “You shouldn’t just make up stuff like that,” she added softly.

“I’m not making it up,” you reached forward and very gently pressed up on her chin so that she was looking at you again. “You have beautiful eyes.”

“Thank you,” she stammered, trying desperately to look anywhere but into your eyes, before suddenly changing the topic. “So, what about you, tell me something. Why would you call a random number like that?”

“I can’t say it’s something I do often,” you chuckled. “Although, maybe I should.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because apparently it can lead me to a coffee date with a beautiful girl.”

“You’re not even drinking coffee,” Kazuha giggled as she took another sip. “Does this really count as a coffee date?”

“I thought you said we could share.”

“We can share if you can tell me what my order is,” Kazuha teased, knowing you weren’t listening.

“Easy, two pumps of hazelnut-”

“I hate hazelnut,” Kazuha interrupted you with another giggle.

“No you don’t.”

“Wow,” she smirked, pretending to be impressed. “Were you actually listening?”

“Nah, lucky guess,” you replied with a smirk of your own.

“You’re so dumb,” Kazuha laughed, hitting your arm playfully. “You should have just ran with it.”

“You’re the one who said not to make up stuff,” you replied defensively.

“I meant about compliments.”

“Then it’s a good thing I haven’t.”

She began blushing again, tapping the side of her mug nervously before looking up at you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “I guess you’ll just have to keep me honest on our next date.”

“Next date?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Confident, are we?”

“Should I not be?”

“Then where’s the next date,” Kazuha played along. “I chose this one, now it’s your turn.”

“Well, have you tried this thing called ‘dinner’ before? I heard it’s best with one other person at 7:00 p.m. tonight.”

“Are you asking me out to dinner?”

“What gave you that idea?” you leaned back in your chair, acting surprised for a brief moment before smiling at her. “I would have suggested a painting class or something, but it might be a bit too last minute to book something like that.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to settle for dinner tonight,” Kazuha smiled alluringly.

“I’ll call and make a reservation,” you smiled back. “Speaking of calling, want to explain that one to me?”

“I’m just going to be extremely transparent,” Kazuha put her mug down. “I lost a bet, the punishment was that I had to go on a date with the first person who called.”

“I figured it was something along those lines,” you chuckled softly. “Hopefully, I made it at least somewhat worth your time? Considering you already contractually agreed to go on another one with me, I’d say it’s going well.”

“Contractually agreed?” Kazuha laughed, tilting her head back. “Is that how this works?”

“Exactly,” you replied. “I took an intro to political sciences course in freshman year, I’d know.”

“And when was freshman year for you?”

“Last year,” you answered. “You?”

“Last year as well. How have we not taken any classes together if we’re both sophomores?”

“I assume we’re in different majors.”

“I’d bet that’s a safe assumption,” she giggled. “If you’re not in poli-sci, what are you in?”

“Wait, who said I’m not?”

“You obviously took the intro to political sciences course for fun,” Kazuha answered. “I’ve seen the poli-sci kids at this school, none of them are so…” she paused for a second while her eyes fixated on your forearms. “Toned.”

“Excuse me? You’re one to talk,” your eyes quickly darted down to the subtle midriff she was showing. “Having abs even while sitting means you’re also far too toned for whatever your major is.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she covered her mouth to stifle her giggles. “What if I’m in something like kinesiology? They’re usually fit.”

“Fuck, beautiful and smart? That’s just not fair,” you mumbled, earning you another embarrassed giggle from Kazuha. “How long before I can hire you as my personal trainer?”

“I didn’t say I’m a kin major, I was just suggesting it.”

“Can I still hire you as my personal trainer?”

The conversation paused for a bit while Kazuha laughed, and in turn made you laugh with how contagious it was. She spoke next, after finally composing herself, in a much softer tone.

“To answer your question, I’ve actually been really enjoying this,” Kazuha smiled back before biting her lower lip again. “There’s a bit more to the punishment, though.”

“Oh?” you leaned back in your chair.

“I’m supposed to actually-” she paused to lean closer to you for a second before leaning back again. “Actually, nevermind.”

“Nah, you can’t tease me like that. What is it?” you implored.

“No, it’s embarrassing.”

“I won’t judge.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” you repeated after her.

“Well, part of the punishment…” she trailed off again. “I can’t do it.”

“Hey, don’t stress it,” you leaned back. “We can talk about something else.”

“Fuck it,” she sighed, leaning forward. You moved closer until she was right against your ear. “I’m also supposed to blow you.”

“Wow,” you leaned back again and put your hands on your head. “That’s… a bit intense.”

“You said you wouldn’t judge!”

“I’m not judging.”

There was a long, silent pause, where numerous unholy thoughts flooded through your mind. Before you could even make any sense of anything though, Kazuha spoke up again.

“Yeah,” Kazuha was now starting to get really embarrassed. “Sorry, that was… I didn’t know how else… I don’t think I was supposed to actually tell you that part. This whole thing was probably super inappropriate, I’m sorry for bringing that part up, that was stupid. I feel like I just ruined this-”

“It’s okay,” you cut her off, placing your hand gently on top of hers to calm her down.

There was another pause in the conversation. During it, you simply admired Kazuha’s beautiful features some more while she absentmindedly stirred her coffee. She couldn’t find the courage to look up at you. She was clearly waiting for the conversation to continue, but she was too shy to be the one to speak next. You had to be the one to break the pause.

“I’m not going to make you do that.”

Her head snapped up and she looked at you with eyes filled to the brim with surprise. She really was quite beautiful - an aura of pureness surrounded her, almost making her glow in a way.

“I’m serious,” Kazuha announced with this intense, newfound conviction. “I’ll do it.”

“And I’m serious when I say I’m not going to make you do it,” you repeated firmly. “That’s an awful punishment, and there’s no way I’d force that upon you.”

“I appreciate you trying to help, but I really have to do this. I can’t explain,” Kazuha sighed. 

“Then just tell them you did, I’ll back your story up if needed,” you replied casually.

“They’d know I’m lying,” Kazuha suddenly lowered her tone. “They’re actually watching this date right now.”

“Are they?”

“Please don’t look around,” Kazuha panicked. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that part either.”

“I’m not stupid,” you laughed. “Look, how about the two of us sneak off to the bathroom for like five, actually ten, minutes. We can keep chatting or just stand there in silence, how’s that sound?”

“Would you actually do that for me?” Kazuha looked at you with that same shocked and pure expression that you were starting to fall in love with.

“Yeah of course, I’m going to look around as if you just offered to blow me,” you replied while standing up and over-exaggerating the motions of looking around the cafe before holding your hand for Kazuha to take. “Now we look suspicious as fuck, come on.”

Kazuha giggled at your foolishness before grabbing your hand and following you to the bathroom.

—

“Thank fuck it’s clean,” you laughed as you closed the door behind you. “Bit cramped for two people, but at least it smells nice.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Wait,” you leaned over her shoulder into her neck. “Oh, that nice smell is just you.”

“Stop,” Kazuha whined, stretching the word. The mirror showed her eyes rolling and her lips smiling. 

“Still haven’t lied by the way.”

“Well, thank you,” Kazuha awkwardly giggled as her backside lightly touched your crotch. “Oops!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine,” Kazuha interrupted. “It’s a small bathroom. I really appreciate you doing this for me.”

“Don’t need to thank me, this ended up being a fun adventure. I got to grab coffee with such a lovely girl.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Kazuha smiled at you in the mirror. “Do your dates usually end up like this?”

“If I had a nickel for every time I found myself in this situation, I’d have…” you pretended to count for dramatic effect. “Exactly one nickel!”

“You’re so silly,” Kazuha giggled, maneuvering around so that she was face to face with you. “Alright, I can’t lie, this is a tiny bit awkward.”

“Want me to face the door?” you laughed.

“No don’t,” Kazuha giggled, covering her mouth. “That would be so weird.”

“Well, I’m gonna ask for at least ten or fifteen minutes in here, I got a reputation to keep.”

“What about my reputation?”

“Good point,” you tapped your chin. “Are you known for being good?”

“Want to find out?”

“Kazuha,” it was your turn to feel warmth in your cheeks. “You might be one of, if not the, prettiest girls at this entire school. I really do want to take you on a date, I really do want to get to know you properly.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have made that joke,” Kazuha stuttered, avoiding your gaze.

“The joke was fine,” you leaned closer to her face. “I just really want to do this properly with you.”

“I do, too,” Kazuha looked into your eyes without pulling her face away, leaving her lips slightly parted.

Everything, other than the little frogs jumping around in your gut, slowed down. It was truly quite peculiar how the world worked. One moment you’re squeezed in a tiny bathroom fit for one, then one moment later it felt like it was taking hours to reach Kazuha’s lips. Were you even moving at this point? Surely by now you would have made contact. You shouldn’t have closed your eyes so early, but it just felt right. How much longer? Maybe you could open them back up, but would that ruin the moment? Then it hit you.

Strawberry.

Who even wears strawberry lip gloss? Is that a common flavor? Does she always wear strawberry? Why did it taste so good? Why did it feel so good? Have you been kissing her for too long now? Shit. Maybe you’re the one that shook her hand too long earlier, maybe it wasn’t her fault. No, that was definitely her not letting go. Speaking of letting go, are you supposed to stop kissing her now? When did your hands end up framing her face, cupping her cheeks? When did her hand end up on the back of your neck? Where’s the other one? Oh, it’s on your hip, when did it get there?

“Wow.”

“That-”

“Felt right,” Kazuha finished your thought.

“Yeah,” you agreed, suddenly noticing just how tangible the tension was between the two of you as you let go of her face and brought your hands to her hips. “Were your cheeks always this pink?”

“Are they?” Kazuha giggled, turning her face in embarrassment to try looking into the mirror.

“Don’t,” you gently turned her face with one finger until she was looking at you again. “You’re so pretty.”

“Th-Thank you,” she stuttered, physically fighting the urge to look away and hide herself.

“Can I-”

She didn’t even let the words finish leaving your lips before lunging forward and kissing you again. The force pushed your back into the door, leaving a small bruise where the doorknob hit your body that you wouldn’t even notice until later tonight. While strawberries attacked your taste buds again, you began pushing back, slowly moving forward until Kazuha’s soft body began squishing your hand into the porcelain sink.

“I think I could do this all day,” you gasped as both of you began panting for air. “But I think we’ve probably convinced your friends by now. Should we head back?”

“Wait, not yet,” Kazuha panted, licking her lips. “Can you help me get a picture?”

“A picture?”

“To prove that I… you know.”

“You mean, like, with my thing out?”

“In my mouth,” she began blushing. “Just for a second.”

“Umm.”

Was this real life? You weren’t sure anymore.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to,” Kazuha stammered. “Forget it, dumb idea, they’ll just have to believe me.”

“I can,” you wrapped your arms around her and embraced her softly. “But are you comfortable doing this?”

“I am,” her voice was muffled by your shoulder.

She pulled back, smiling at you for a second before leaning forward for another kiss. This one was softer than the previous two, her lips barely brushed against yours, her tongue barely touched you.

“Ready?” you breathed into her mouth.

“I still can’t believe you’re doing this for me,” Kazuha stared at you tenderly. “You really don’t have to.”

“It’s really no big deal,” you rubbed her arm gently before unbuckling your pants.

“Just umm, tell me when you’re… you know,” Kazuha stuttered as she turned away from you.

It was incredibly adorable the way she stood there, trying to avoid looking at you in the mirror. You lowered your pants down to your knees and began slowly stroking yourself. It definitely felt a little bit odd, but you just reminded yourself that you were doing this for her sake.

“Excuse me,” you reached your arm around her body and turned the sink on, wetting your fingers. “Let’s make it look even more believable.”

Kazuha furrowed her brows at you in the mirror, confused by what you meant.

“I assume the inside of your mouth isn’t completely dry?”

“Oh,” she finally understood what you were doing.

“Alright, I’m ready if you are.”

Kazuha turned around and kept her eyes on yours, seemingly physically incapable of looking down.

“You’re probably going to have to see my thing at some point if you want this picture,” you tried to lighten the mood. “Don’t worry, you have my permission.”

She giggled, the rosy tint returning to her cheeks in full force, before looking down at your wet cock. As soon as she looked down, her body froze again and she looked back up at you, bringing that deer-in-headlights look that you were growing so accustomed to now by now back.

“It’s big.”

“Hey, we don’t have to actually do this,” you said gently, moving her hair out of her face for her.

“No,” Kazuha replied softly before sitting down on the toilet cover. “Sorry, I just, I didn’t, yeah, I’m ready.”

Kazuha pulled out her phone and flipped her camera to selfie mode, holding it up to the side, looking for the proper angle. Once satisfied, she turned her head to you, nodded once before opening her mouth wide and staring at you.

This was your cue, and you took one step forward before gently placing your tip into her mouth. You inhaled sharply as her lips immediately tightened around your tip, her tongue resting against your hole. Despite your cock already being stiff, as soon as it entered her mouth you could feel the blood rushing into your cock, swelling it up.

Kazuha held her phone up and took a few selfies at various angles. It was wild, such a beautiful girl with your cock in her mouth in such an erotically casual way. She had her lips pouted, almost like she was kissing your tip. It didn’t really make much sense, but it was incredibly hot - she was incredibly hot. Before you knew it, Kazuha released your cock with a little pop and wiped her lips.

“Do you think you could like, push against the inside of my cheek,” Kazuha asked innocently before the realization of what she just said hit her and her face turned bright pink in embarrassment. “Sorry, that’s a crazy thing to say.”

“Of course I can,” you ignored her embarrassment and pushed your cock in front of her mouth again.

Almost reflexively, she parted her lips wide and let your cock slide back into her cozy mouth. Just as she asked, you pressed your cock against her inner cheek as she took more selfies. Your cock was exploring every crevice of her mouth, pressing and shoving against her cheek. You found, somehow, both of your hands on her head, guiding it while your cock roamed freely.

It seems that your ability to see things had completely vanished, since you failed to even notice that Kazuha had put her phone away. She was just sucking your cock; she was no longer snapping pictures. When you finally realized what was happening, you hurriedly released her head while attempting to ignore how wonderful her mouth felt.

The real shocker was that Kazuha continued to move her head back and forth along your shaft even after you released your grip. Her lips were caressing your length as she closed her eyes, totally engrossed in the moment. You were certain that her mouth was designed to suck your cock since it was now entirely her decision to blow you, and it was impossible to deny how fucking great her mouth felt.

“Kazuha,” you gently moaned, carefully pulling your hips back. “I think you got enough pictures.”

“Does it not feel good?”

Her voice felt like a dagger in your heart. She sounded disappointed.

“Hey,” you crouched down so that you were level with her and leaned forward for a quick kiss. “You’re fucking amazing, but I told you I wanted to do this properly. This feels… I don’t know how to explain it…”

“It feels forced,” Kazuha smiled understandingly at you. “I promise you it’s not, I know I don’t have to do this. I want to do this.”

“Kazuha-”

“Zuha. My friends call me Zuha.”

“Oh,” you smiled softly. “Zuha, are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” she whispered, standing up from the toilet and maneuvering you around before pushing you down to sit. “Now close your eyes, and let me prove to you that I’m good at this.”

Fuck that was hot. You obeyed her request, closing your eyes as those delicate fingers of hers gave your cock a couple of pumps. Not being able to watch truly was a tragedy, but you felt her tongue with details you never could have imagined possible as soon as she pressed it against your tip.

She slipped your cock into her mouth again, bringing back that gentle warmth, swirling her tongue around the tip a couple of times before she began using her lips to stroke you. Back and forth her lips went, your tip prodding her tongue each time she went down your shaft, while her hand firmly gripped the bottom half of your shaft. A soft moan escaped your lips, one that told Kazuha it was working - but she already knew that. The girl definitely knew how to suck cock. Even without seeing that beautiful face of hers, you were already nearing your climax.

Somehow, she also felt it coming. Or, just by coincidence, she decided to start pumping your cock. Her hand and her mouth worked in tandem, stimulating your entire shaft. Up and down, a soft slurp echoing in the small bathroom each time her mouth moved. She slowed down for just a second, leaving you spewing agonizing moans into her ears, before speeding back up.

“Zuha,” you groaned, squirming on the seat, lifting your hips up into the air. “I’m…”

That was all the warning she got, because that was all the warning you could muster. Whether or not she was ready, the next thirty seconds of her life were going to be taken over by your cum shooting into her mouth. Your eyes shot open as the first gush launched against the roof of her mouth, just in time for you to see her visibly flinch.

She looked up at you, locking eyes, and held her mouth steady. Even as the next few spurts flew out of your cock, she never flinched again. You could see your cock throbbing, each pulse shooting more cum into her mouth, but she held steady, not even blinking, staring at you with those beautiful eyes.

With one hand, you pushed her hair out of her face and cupped her cheek tenderly, using your thumb to wipe the little glob of cum that spilled out of the corner of her lips. As your cock finally began to relax, Kazuha slowly pulled back. Inch by inch, she released your cock, making sure to keep her lips taut until they reached your tip.

She gathered all the cum in her mouth and struggled to take out her phone. When she finally got it, she snapped a selfie with your cum all on her tongue. Once she was content with the picture, she bent over and spit it all out, holding her hair to prevent it from going into the sink.

“Sorry, there was just too much,” she apologized, looking back up at you. “I swear I usually swallow.”

“It’s fine,” you smiled reassuringly at her.

Kazuha smiled back before she bent down over your cock again.

“Holy fuck,” you gasped, shuddering as Kazuha gave your cock a lick from the base to the tip.

She pursed her lips around your tip, prodding your frenulum a couple times with her tongue, coaxing out a little glob of cum. Without even lifting her mouth, she swallowed it. After a few more licks, making sure you had no more cum to drain, she released your cock with a little pop.

“So,” she stood back up proudly. “You tell me, how was it?”

“Fucking amazing,” you stood up in front of her and grabbed her face with both hands.

This next kiss went on for a few minutes, or perhaps longer. It would have been even longer if it wasn’t for the aggressive knock on the door.

“Hello? There’s only one bathroom here!”

Both of you began giggling while staring at each other.

“We’re fucked,” Kazuha whispered.

“It’s your fault,” you whispered back. “Fuck it though, we’re already screwed, might as well keep going.”

So you did just that, and the two of you kissed again until a staff member came by and berated the two of you, kicking you out of the cafe and telling you to never come back.

“Worth it,” you laughed as the two of you walked out into the warm morning afternoon.

“Worth it,” she repeated, clutching your arm with both of hers and smiling. “I can’t believe it’s almost noon already. Lunch?”

“That sounds perfect.”

---

A/N:

Inspired by a prompt given to me by @mintwithchoco!

So, turns out Roommates is becoming a whole universe. I'll explain more in my Masterlist at some point, but my goal is to write a collection of fics from this universe that are all following the same OC. They're going to be readable completely independently of each other, but there will be a lot of references and foreshadowing since I've actually already plotted out like 10 fics, so if an idol is mentioned in a fic, they're probably getting their own fic at some point.

This particular one will probably be split into two parts, just so I can avoid making it too long. Hope you guys enjoy this one, I've been on a crazy Kazuha high lately and just had to write her.

Feel free to let me know what you think about this idea. I won't be releasing fics in chronological order either. This takes place in the OC's sophomore year while the Eunbi fic took place in the OC's senior year. I'm pretty committed to this now with how much worldbuilding and theorizing I've put into this, but I still love hearing feedback!

[dazedantics]

One sided rivalry Mark Grayson x Reader

For that suggestion of: Reader hates Mark but still ends up as his friend.

There are some people who just rub you the wrong way. No apparent reason for it, but you just can't come around to liking them no matter what you try.

This is how you felt towards Markus.

You hated him.

But you don't know the exact reason why ... maybe it's cause you've been stuck with him your whole life. He was like those weird kids, the one that nobody likes but there's always some poor soul that gets stuck, forced to be tailed by them wherever they go.

That's what happened to you.

You remember your first day of kindergarten, walking into the classroom, wandering around, scanning each desk in search of the label with your name on it. Taking a seat at the desk big enough for two people and having the dark haired dork take the free seat next to you, too close for comfort, his legs brushing yours. "Markus" the second little label on the table top read. He was gonna be your table mate. For the rest of the year.

He was a nervous thing, all lanky under clothes that fit a little too big, stuttering a greeting after tapping your shoulder with a big ol' cheesy grin on his squishy face. Call him "Mark," he said.

Other than needing to do your crafts together since he was your table mate, you did everything to avoid him.

Yet he was still tagging along, ten steps behind, sometimes even peeking from behind trees too thin to hide his body, smiling and looking away shyly whenever you spotted him, inevitably running over to invite himself into your games.

You hated it.

Didn't he know anyone else? If he could so easily wedge himself next to you, couldn't he find some other poor schmuck to glue himself too?

You told him to go away. Many times. And he just laughed, thinking you weren't being serious. Or maybe he was just too stupid to know what those two little words meant.

So was it really such a shock that you started hitting him? Knocked his two front teeth out with one good wallop. Made his stupid little grin look even stupider.

The teachers got you in trouble for it.

Or at least, they tried. Markus stopped them though, grinning with a hand cupped over his bleeding mouth, the red dripping over his fingers and down his chin. Said it was okay, it was an accident, you were sorry.

It was not. You were not.

But you had to apologize anyways.

And then he had the gall to share his money that the tooth fairy gave him in exchange for the two teeth.

That stoked the angry fire even more.

What the heck was wrong with him? Shouldn't he be scared of you now or something? Keep away whenever possible? The other kids did.

You hated him.

You started kicking his feet under the table, flicking his ears, pinching his arm, tripping him, shoving him whenever you could. Yet he still kept on smiling, doing it back to you as if he decided this was a fun game for you two.

It was not.

Couldn't he see you were being serious when you said you didn't like his stinkin' guts?

Needless to say, the two of you got in trouble a lot. Which sucked cause it meant you were forced to spend timeout together, only you and Markus in the back corner while the other kids got cookies. And he made stupid little faces at you the whole time when the teacher wasn't looking. Maybe he was trying to make you laugh, he sure was giggling like an idiot the whole time.

You were looking forward to the day you moved up to bigger grades. You wouldn't have to deal him there.

Well, you wouldn't have if the world didn't decide to torment you. Every single grade after that, the two of you were in the same class. Different tables most times sure, but that didn't mean the teachers stopped making you pair up for any sort of project. Some even tried to bribe you with extra credit if you tried to get along and started working together.

But whatever, that was elementary school.

Junior high would be different!

... Yeah, right ....

Same classes, same projects, same fights, same old side by side seats together. But being older, staring to care about everything more, his presence just further angered you.

I mean, do you know how embarrassing it is to be in the middle of a conversation and that weird nerd boy comes up to you, smiling politely to your friends as he waited for you to wrap up your conversation. You could try walking away, glaring at him while discreetly ramming an elbow into his side, mouthing for him to go away. It doesn't matter. He just trails behind, mouthing you don't know what back.

And before you know it, you're all alone again. Just you and Markus. Your friends will excuse themselves as say they'll "leave you to your boyfriend."

... Boyfriend ...?

... Boyfriend?

... Boyfriend !?!?!?!

In what universe!?!?!

You and Markus? Ewwww!! You couldn't think of anything you'd hate more!

You'd shove him back, snapping at him to get out of your life, face red with rage.

He was going to ruin your life at this rate!

But he still doesn't seem to take your words seriously. Still trails along, still smiles and laughs, still pokes at you playfully every now and then, still says things like, "Hey you remember in first grade when (bla bla bla)?"

You hated him. Absolutely hated him. Why couldn't he see that?

After that, you started trying to make your distaste for him more obvious.

But he'd never fight back. Just took your punches with a sigh. Rolled his eyes when you shoved him against his locker. Laugh with a small "ew" after you'd spit at him "that technique needs a little work." You never laughed with him.

He just kept getting on your nerves.

But eventually, you started thinking that maybe he'd never care. And maybe you shouldn't either.

High school rolls along and you ignore him entirely.

He wants to walk with you? Fine, doesn't mean you have to talk to him. He wants to sit with you? Fine, doesn't mean you have to look at him. He wants to talk to talk to you? Fine, doesn't mean you have to listen.

And it kinda gets easier to block out his presence. Like a ghost who's been haunting you but you finally learn to live with it.

But then you start to realize where your indifference has lead you.

You don't talk to anyone else, cause explaining Markus' presence behind you is a hassle. You automatically go over to him for projects cause you know the teachers will pair you even if you request to be with someone else. You walk with him to your classes cause you have the same subject anyways.

There you sit one lunch, suddenly flashing back through ever moment of your life where he's in it.

And he's there next to you, thighs warm and close to yours as they always are. Rambling about something you haven't been paying attention to the whole time. Sure, it's not just you there, one other guy sits across from you two. But you've only ever noticed Markus.

Wait ... even if it was just one person ... did he always have someone else to talk to all these years?

The thought makes the storm boil in your chest.

Why then? Why did he stick to you like a stubborn piece of dirty old gum stuck to the bottom of your shoes?

Then you feel his hand under the table, trying to press something into your own.

He does that a lot, doesn't he? You've never paid attention to what is was though. Maybe now?

You look down.

It's ... a packet of one of your favorite candies.

How does he ...?

You stare at the side of his head, mouth busy talking the other guy's ear off.

You know how he knows.

It's the same reason you know what his favorite candy is.

What his favorite everything is.

You know just as much about him as he knows about you.

Which is everything.

Every little thing.

Even if you don't want to.

You tuck your face in your hands, fingers stressing your hair as you remember everything over again.

Was he ...? Is Mark ...? Oh god ... he is, isn't he?

"I'm gonna be stuck with you for the rest of my life ..." You whisper.

He whispers a, "You're welcome" back, clearly not hearing what you had actually said, before continuing on with his conversation.

And you start imagining your future.

It's impossible to think of one without his stupid smiling face there to follow you.

"... Goddamnit ...."

Markus is gonna be there til your dying days. And probably even follow you in your afterlife.

But why, oh why, did it have to be him?

[tastesousweet]

⭒ blurb : podcasting

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary: based on this ask!!! little blurb of the times you pop up on the ooc podcast

mickey speaks: this was so funny to write!!! also i need to be hamzah's gf yesterday bitch

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hamzah having you in an episode with mandy and martin

“oh wow this couch gets kinda tight when four people are squeezed on here” hamzah says while adjusting a few pillows

“yeah,” martin starts before addressing the audience, “and, well, you’re probably wondering ‘who the heck is that?!’” he gestures his hand over to you, beside hamzah with your legs folded and knees lying against his thigh

you can’t help but smile as hamzah introduces you, “and, yeah, believe it or not i have a girlfriend.”

“i’m right next to you so i’d hope they believe it” give a soft giggle

“only hamzah would announce he has a girlfriend with ‘believe it or not’” mandy adds and hamzah throws a hand up in the air in defeat

★

martin: “i can’t help but think this feels like in middle school when people were just group dating all the time”

hamzah: “was group dating that common? i don’t remember that”

you: “i remember certain friend groups at my school doing that but i definitely wasn't participating”

mandy: “this isn’t really a group though martin, more like a double date? there’s four of us”

martin: "it's not all about numbers mandy sometimes there's just a vibe"

★

martin: “but you two have been dropping hints about dating for a while now”

you: “yeah, we’ve been doing a little soft launching here and there”

martin: “i like that term a lot actually”

mandy: “i think it’s cute, but i've seen a lot of people online that don't use it properly”

you: "i agreeeee, like you didn't soft launch by posting the back of his head if we already saw the front of it a week ago- we know who he is!!! there is no mystery"

martin: "oh so the appeal is the mystery... almost like scooby doo?"

hamzah, nodding his head: "mhm... exactly"

you: "it's always two dumb bitches telling each other-"

you and hamzah together: "exactlyyyyy"

martin looks over to mandy as the two of you laugh: "oh come on this is their first episode together and look at them mandy! we have to be cuter, come on. lock in."

hamzah: "hey no need to be jealous, my friend."

hamzah pats martins thigh

mandy: "so what was that right there?"

hamzah: "you wouldn't understand..."

martin: "no but seriously mandy you never soft launched me- only hard"

mandy: "there was no need to??? next time i'll do it i guess"

you, laughing: "next time???"

hamzah is sat in thought for an extra second before he replies to martin, making them both laugh

hamzah: “okay martin you said like that term so much? boy, now imma soft launch these nuts in your mouth”

you: "and i know you were thinking on that joke for a minute"

martin, through laughs: “okay, okay, enough”

hamzah, wiping his eyes: “well, now the jig is up. you know it's all aired out and public”

martin: “yeah... a hard launch on the podcast, that’s crazy bro”

you and mandy, mocking: “that’s craaazzyy brooo”

★

hamzah answering your call during a podcast

martin: “hamzah whenever you buy clothes from the store or get it shipped in the mail always wash your clothes!”

hamzah: “i do wash my clothes but if it’s new that doesn’t make any sense”

martin: “so you’re just gonna open it up and put it on?”

hamzah: “yes!”

hamzah’s phone starts ringing

martin: “and wow. now look who’s breaking the phone rule!”

hamzah: “stop shhh. it’s y/n”

he answers, hamzah: “hey what’s up?”

you see the mic in his hand and widen your eyes, you: “oh shit, i’m sorry to interrupt”

hamzah: “it’s okay i have something to ask you now anyway.”

you: "okayy.. do you wanna go first or me?"

hamzah: "you go ahead"

you: "okay quick- is this business casual enough for an event tonight?"

hamzah: "nobody is doing business lookin' that hot, you can't be serious"

you: "kay thanks"

hamzah, jokes: "you are not anyone's office siren, girl"

you: "i'm gonna hang up"

hamzah: "no!!! i need to ask if you wash your clothes after you buy them."

you: "if they smell like stale water and factory chemicals, yes"

hamzah: "martin is educating me on the importance of this unimportant thing right now."

you: "and you should listen to him, stinky"

martin: "thank you!"

hamzah: "oh nahhh, now i'm gonna hang up"

you: "mkayy bye, sorry for interrupting! bye martin!!!"

martin: "byee"

★

you drop something off at the warehouse studio while they’re filming

hamzah: "what was that noise?"

martin: "i don't know..."

hamzah: "it sounds like someone's actually trying to break in, what?"

martin: "were you expecting company?"

hamzah: "no, were you?"

martin: "no...i mean let's ask the audience"

martin turns to the camera, concerned

hamzah: "okay i'm actually about to go check. this is weird."

it cuts to a clip of hamzah sat again and you peeking your head in the frame to wave

hamzah: "nevermind. it was just my sweet girlfriend bringing us lunch, sorry if that scared you guys."

martin: "should we make like a super artifical thumbnail for clickbait? somethin' like; 'someone tried to kidnap us in our studio!'

hamzah: "no"

★

they have a trolling episode where you and mandy both sub in and act as martin and hamzah for an entire episode

mandy: "you know i find it crazy how we manage to talk about nothing for an entire hour"

you: "this is the talent people expect from us bro! and if we ever get too boring we can always discuss the state of sabrina and barry's relationship."

mandy: "true. and don't make fun of me but everytime man-crush monday comes around i'm always picking barry..."

you: "well if i can't make fun of you then i'll just stay quiet for your sake."

taglist -★ (some of u didn't ask to be tagged but have frequently liked my hamzah content lol, just lmk if you'd prefer not to be tagged!!!)

@sirenedeslily @333michelle @thatmartinkitten @@maybankfr @imsosillygoofylol @certainfestivalnerdshepherd

[wonderjanga]

Sweet Dreams

Billy likes sleeping. Just as any normal human child would. Unfortunately though, he’s not a normal human child. He juggles two jobs, Whiz Kid and the JL. Technically three if he counts patrol and actually being a hero in Fawcett as separate from the JL. Point is, he does a lot of stuff and sleeping is a wonderful to refresh himself. So, one day, he tried to get sleep as Marvel to make up for that lost time.

Then, the dream started.

Marvel: “Zeus? What are you wearing?”

Zeus: “Huh?” * looks down at his clothes* “The heck… Billy this is your dream. Why did you make me appear like this?”

Marvel: “Maybe because I didn’t expect to see you?”

Zeus: “Why wouldn’t you- Oh wait. You’ve never slept in your Champion form have you?”

Marvel: “No?”

Zeus: “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Come.” *gestures for him to follow and starts to walk off*

Marvel: *follows*

Zeus: “See, Batson, whenever Champions fall asleep, that can allow their patron gods to invade their dreams. That’s actually with me and the others are doing right now!”

Marvel: “Oh uh… cool?”

They played some cards, and yelled at each other about how people were cheating. Solomon won nearly every game. Except Uno which Mercury somehow won. There was a lot more suspicion of cheating when that happened. They then just sat in a circle like preteens at a slumber party and started gossiping about the other gods and goddesses from both Greek and other mythology. All in all, it was basically a sleepover, and if Billy was being honest, he didn’t hate it. Though, what he did hate was the fact that when he woke up he felt even more tired then before he went to sleep.

He noticed this was a pattern after a couple more times of him trying to make up for lost sleep as Marvel. As a result, Billy started kicking himself out of the dreams so he could actually sleep. The gods didn’t like this because Billy was apparently a chill little guy to hang out with. He of course, still said no, but you see, the Gods can be really, really… annoying when you say no to them.

Marvel: *sitting on a roof in Fawcett*

Zeus: “JOIN US!”

Marvel: “No.”

Achilles: “Please, Batson?”

Marvel: “No.”

Solomon: “Billy, please don’t leave me alone with them.”

Marvel: “Sorry, Solly. Still no.”

Solomon: “Again with that nickname…” *honestly doesn’t know whether he likes or hates it*

Zeus: “Wait, why is Solomon the only one who gets an apology?”

Marvel: “He’s the only one I feel bad for.”

Zeus: “WHA-”

This made Zeus mad so he pettily took away Billy’s ability to use lightning as Marvel. The Batson boy went a week before he caved and hung out with them in his dreams again.

Zeus: “You’re here!”

Marvel: *frowniest frown on his face*

He was then sequestered away by Zeus to watch Achilles and Hercules have a hot dog eating contest.

Mercury: “Who do you think is gonna win, Bill? We can have a bet!”

Marvel: “I don’t have any money to bet.”

Atlas: “Yes, Hermes. You forget he’s a… how do humans nowadays say it? Ah right. A brokie.”

Marvel: “Atlas, you just fell so hard down my favorites list your below Zeus now.”

Atlas: *extremely offended* “BELOW ZEUS?!”

Zeus: “HA!” *literally points and laughs*

The Next Day…

Wondy: “Brother, is something wrong? I’ve never seen you drink coffee before.”

Marvel: “I spent my night watching Achilles and Hercules shove hotdogs down their throats to see who could out-eat the other. Meanwhile, Atlas and Zeus were fist-fighting in one corner while Mercury kept trying to coerce me into making a bet with him, even though I had literally no money to make said bet.”

Wondy: “Oh.”

Marvel: “Yeah. Oh.” *sips his coffee* “Anyways, how was your night?”

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hazbin Hotel Headcanons

"We are Just Friends" "Just friends I thought I was your wife" Hazbin Men x Reader

Guess who's baaaaaack, it's ya fav writer Luna, whoot whoot

Lucifer

He was over the moon the first time someone mistook you two for a couple. He really thought it was his time to shine next to you, only for you to deny it right in front of him.

As the two of you grew closer and closer, the more 'friend' things you did, the more it looked like a 'couple' thing, from cuddling on the couch to holding hands at the mall.

When your actual friends started calling you a couple, he knew something was up. Not only do you tell your friends everything, but the giggles and pointing really laid it in for him that you may have some feelings.

By the time you were out in public again and you got called a couple he was quick to interject in the conversation to make sure it was clear that you two were actually a couple.

When you questioned him about it he was all smiles and giggles. It went a lil something like this:

You had pulled Lucifer from the man talking to you just moments ago. "Lucifer, what the heck? We aren't even dating."

He just smiled at you and shrugged, pulling you close to himself. "Well, to me, this looks like a date, a pretty person out and about with a pretty handsome devil."

You slapped his arm and rolled your eyes, trying to get the previous man's attention to let him know you were just friends. Then Lucifer chimed in, "Just friends, Y/N. You wound me. I thought I was your husband."

Needless to say, this whole interaction definitely helped you two confess your underlying feelings and start actually dating. So, there was a lot of good to come from some silly shenanigans.

Adam

Initially, he was against anything tying you two together. I mean, come on, he is the first dick. After all, he can have anyone he wants. Until he started catching real feelings for you.

When it was mistaken that you two were a couple after he started falling for you, he would loudly proclaim he was your husband, and you would just laugh and giggle.

Sometimes, you would correct him, especially in front of the seraphim or executioners, that you were just friends, but Adam was always there to tell everyone he was your husband.

He only saw hope that you would drop the foolish idea that you weren't his when you blushed at him, grabbing your hand and telling a winner about how he married you not too long ago.

The last time that you tried to correct someone on your and Adam's relationship, it went a little like this:

You shook your head, giggling at Adam's antics, and looked at Sera. "We are not married, I have no ring, and I am single."

Adam gasped and summoned a hundred different rings. "That's okay bitch. I can fix that. Take your pick. I am the first man, after all."

You blushed and shook your head, telling Sera you were close friends. Her knowing eyes read you like a book on how much you wanted to be more. Then Adam jumped in. "Babes, we're just friends. Are you serious? I am your husband; just let it happen, please."

Shortly after this incident, Sera had a long talk with Adam about how he should ask to be your boyfriend first, then maybe move on up to husband status.

Vox

He was content having you around, even if it stung every time you called him just your friend. He was happy he had a friend who genuinely cared.

He would, however, pout and give you too much space and distance when you would correct people that you were just friends. He wasn't petty, no, never. He just cared about you not being mistaken and not making you uncomfortable.

It was brought to his attention by the other Vees that you and he were uncharacteristically close for people deeming themselves "just friends." You two were glued to each other, giggling and bringing out your best selves.

When he realized this, he slowly stopped correcting people and would even butt in before you could correct them, just letting all of hell slowly think you and Vox were together.

The last time you ever corrected someone that you and Vox were just friends went a little like this:

You were watching one of Vox's live streams and saw an influx of messages asking where you were and when you two started dating. You sighed. "We are not dating. We are just friends!"

Vox short-circuited and turned to look at you. Quickly, he dragged you to his lap, setting you down and hugging you in front of everyone. "They are shy and don't want you all to know I am their husband."

You gasped and blushed brightly, trying to pry yourself out of Vox's grasp, but he held you tight and laughed with a big, bright smile.

Once the stream was over, a lengthy discussion ensued about the meanness of messing with one's emotions. Only then did you realize no feelings were messed with, and Vox was dead serious.

Alastor

With Alastor, it was all on the flip side. He was adamant that you two were just friends—good, good friends. However, you always longed for more and were hurt when the words left his lips.

He somehow always managed to miss your pouts and groans whenever the situation seemed to care how it affected you when he harshly told the world that all you were was a friend.

You found it hard to believe that you two were just friends when you did so much together, more than he and Rosie. You were always in his studio, sitting right next to him as he required while drinking tea that he especially makes for you and no one else.

You finally caved in and spoke to Rosie about the mixed signals her best friend was giving you, only for her to reconfirm your suspicions that no one else entirely lived in Alastors heart like you did.

The last time you let him ever call you just friends went a little like this:

Rosie sat across from you two as Alastor made your tea, a knowing look on her face. Before she spoke, you knew she would make the comment you always dreamed about your and Alastor's relationship. Sure enough, Alastor was quick to respond, "Rosie, dear, we are just friends. How many times do I have to tell you?"

Alastor's crisp voice rang out, and you were distraught. However, you had other ideas. You gently touched Alastors hand and smiled at Rosie. "Oh, he is too shy to admit he has a partner now."

The blush that reached both of your faces was priceless as you two looked at one another, and Alastor froze, spilling tea everywhere.

After your tea party, you sat down in Alastor's recording studio to discuss the intricacies of your relationship. As soon as Alastor finally admitted to his feelings, it just so happened that he 'accidentally' broadcasted your confessions live for all to hear.

[aneertawrites]

Room Next Door - Caleb x fem!Reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 (the end <3)

Part 1 : Second First Meetings

Backstory : You and Caleb were childhood best friends that had grown apart, yet a chance meeting outside of your student accommodation (followed by a realisation you’d be sharing it with Caleb of all people) brought back all the memories you had kept buried in the back of your mind.

Tropes : Childhood best friends, roommate romance, forced proximity, there WILL be smut, jealousy, other man drama.

Caleb x fem!reader

You hadn’t thought about Caleb for years.

Okay, that was a lie. You thought about him sometimes.

Whenever you passed by the now rundown playground where the two of you once ruled as self-proclaimed monarchs, ordering other kids around in a game of Kingdoms. Whenever you heard a song you used to belt out together in your dad’s car, both of you off-key, both of you laughing too hard to care. Whenever you saw two kids sharing a popsicle on a warm summer day, giggling as the melting syrup dripped down their hands.

But it had been years since you’d actually spoken—let alone seen each other. Ever since he moved away, just two and a half years shy of graduation. The graduation you were supposed to walk across the stage together at. And after that? Silence. New friends. Ignored texts. Caleb had become nothing more than a treasured childhood memory. And you were sure it was the same for him.

It was a shame, you thought. All those promises, the ones whispered between fits of laughter, pinky-promised on summer nights, that you’d grow old together, live next door to each other, maybe even get married someday.

Sure, that last one was just a misunderstanding, the kind of naive assumption kids made when they believed strong bonds only had one possible conclusion.

But it still hurt, knowing that the promises made by the two of you, filled with childlike wonder and happiness, would never get to come true.

So, imagine your surprise when you’re hauling your suitcases, that just didn’t want to budge, down the carpeted hallway of your student accommodation building — only to see Caleb standing there. Right outside of what seemed to be your apartment.

Room 213? Yep.

You had known that you’d be getting a flatmate, but you had stupidly assumed that it would have been another female.

‘God, who am I kidding? Of course they’d hand the spot to whoever paid up first. Money grubbing bastards…’

He looked… different. Taller. A little broader — no, screw that — a lot broader. His back muscles shifted under the thin fabric of his grey T-shirt, and the sharp taper of his waist led to a very unfairly sculpted V-line. It was the kind of body that made it look like he had walked straight out of a Calvin Klein advert, every young woman’s wet dream personified. He had the same dark locks, the same familiar, playful smirk.

But this time, it wasn’t directed at you, no. It was some guy in a neighbouring apartment, in a light blue jersey with a backwards cap.

You came to a slow stop just a few steps away from your accommodation, watching Caleb with wide eyes as he clapped the neighbour on the back. “Yeah, Gideon, I’ll see you at the party on Saturday.”

Saturday? That’s in a few days. He’s already made friends at this college? The term hasn’t even started!

But who were you kidding? Caleb was always the easygoing one, the one that could somehow make friends with a snap of his fingers. Wherever he went, company always followed. Just… not your company. Not anymore.

Caleb looked mindlessly over his shoulder, eyes falling on you. Fuck. His heart dropped to his stomach, heck, his ankles, even. No way. He froze, entire body going stiff and his grin faltering for a second, blinking rapidly before shaking his head.

“Holy shit,” Caleb sputtered out, eyes lighting up and entire body now turning to face you fully. “You’re here.”

Your heart skipped a beat, maybe three, and you forced yourself to plaster a casual smile on your face. “Hey, stranger.” You said with a nervous laugh, cheeks heating up. This was not you.

Never in a million years had you expected to stumble across Caleb in this way, the pre-sleep scenarios had done a shit job of warning you. There were many ways you imagined seeing him again — at a coffee shop, maybe bumping into him as you both visited the flower fields you two used to frolic in up until the age of 13, heck, you had even thought it down to the nitty gritty details, wishing you’d find him in a place as simple as on the way to the public bathroom. But this? It had never crossed your mind that you’d be sharing an apartment with your childhood best friend. One that was infuriatingly handsome now, too.

‘But wait, let’s not jump the gun here,’ you thought, ‘he might not even be my roommate. Just because he’s standing outside of my accommodation doesn’t mean—‘

“So, you’re my roommate?” Caleb asked, quirking a brow and lifting up his keys, the number ‘213’ glinting under the bright white LED lights of the hallway.

Mm. Lovely. This is going to be so awkward.

“Yeah,” you nodded, sliding your handbag down your arm to rest in the crook of your elbow, digging through it to find your keys to show them to him. “Here.”

Caleb nodded slowly, giving you a quick once over with an unreadable expression, his tongue tracing over his teeth. “Okay. Cool. You got any boxes you need help bringing in, or is it just those suitcases?”

This guy…

He was being so casual with you. Two whole years. Two and a half, even, that you hadn’t seen each other, and he’s acting like nothing even happened?

That thought left a bitter taste in your mouth, but you pushed past it and shook your head, giving him your best, casual smile. “Nah, just these. I’ll take them in.”

“Sure.” he shrugged, opening the door and leaving it open as he strode inside, not looking back once.

What?

Okay, maybe you’d overestimated his friendliness and casualness. The old Caleb would’ve taken your stuff for you. But then again, it was your fault for assuming he’d be the same. You had that problem a lot, it seemed.

When high school started, you assumed one of your best friends, Althea, would’ve stayed by your side, but no. She decided she was too cool for you and your childish antics, and blanked you that same day when you tried approaching her in the hallway. ‘It’s fine,’ you thought, ‘I still have Caleb.’

Oh, whatever. Shit happens, time passes, people change.

You grunted as you picked up the heaviest suitcase first, balancing it on your hip to ease the weight slightly. The heck do I even have in here to make it so heavy? Rocks? I swear it’s only clothes…

Entering the apartment, light greeted you through the uncovered windows, and the smell of fresh cleaning products assaulted your senses in a welcome embrace.

You set down the suitcase in what you assumed to be your room, given it was the only one with an open door, and you could hear Caleb’s dad-rock playlist blasting through the door of the room next to yours, Always by Bon Jovi rattling the walls slightly. Some things never change.

You repeated the same for the rest of your suitcases, before flopping down onto the bed in the middle of the room with an exhausted groan.

Moving cities wasn’t for the weak. But this was your dream university. You wouldn’t let shit stop you if it got you in this university. Even if that meant sharing an apartment with your childhood best friend.

You had survived the initial shock of seeing Caleb again. Now came the real challenge, existing in the same space as him.

The apartment still felt unfamiliar, the walls bare, the furniture impersonal. Your suitcase sat half-unpacked in the corner of your room, a stark reminder that you had barely settled in, and instead spent the last two hours staring up at the ceiling reminiscing about insignificant memories you were sure Caleb had forgotten. But the truth was, you weren’t sure how to settle in—not when he was just one thin wall away.

And the worst part? It wasn’t just the memories that made it weird. It was the silence.

The Caleb you used to know was loud, easygoing, the type of person who filled a room without even trying. But now?

Now, the apartment felt too quiet.

You hesitated before stepping into the kitchen, peeking down the short hallway toward the shared space. Caleb was already there, leaning against the counter, scrolling through his phone. His laptop was open on the kitchen island, a Spotify playlist running softly in the background.

The only problem? It was the same playlist you used to listen to together. It’s like he’s doing this shit on purpose.

And now it just felt… weird, hearing the lyrics of Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns N’ Roses float through the air as he leaned against the counter in a way that accentuated his new muscles. His new, big, muscles.

You cleared your throat as you stepped in, acting as natural as possible. “Hey.”

Caleb glanced up, eyes flickering over you before he nodded. “Hey.”

And that was it.

No teasing remark. No sarcastic greeting.

Just hey.

You swallowed, pretending to focus on your groceries as you pulled out a packet of instant ramen. Not exactly the most gourmet first-night meal, but hey, student life. You grabbed a pot from the overhead rack, turning toward the stove, only to find—

Caleb standing there. Right there.

You stopped short. He blinked at you.

Both of you had clearly moved at the same time, reaching for the stove, and now you were just… staring at each other.

You moved first. So did he. In the same direction.

“Sorry—”

“Oh—”

“No, you go—”

“You first—”

A frustrated sigh left your lips as you took a deliberate step back. “Just go, Caleb.”

He huffed out a small chuckle, barely there, but familiar enough to make your chest tighten with an incomprehensible type of pain. “Alright, alright,” He turned back to the stove, clicking it on with an easy familiarity. “I’ll be quick.”

You hovered near the counter, awkwardly fidgeting with your phone. The sounds of cooking filled the space—the sizzle of whatever Caleb was frying, the occasional clatter of utensils.

The silence stretched.

You weren’t used to this kind of silence with him.

Heck, you weren’t even used to being in his orbit anymore for the past two and a half years.

Caleb clearly wasn’t either, apparently, because after a moment, he exhaled sharply and turned to face you “So, how’d you end up here?”

It was such a simple question, but it caught you off guard. You glanced at him, trying to gauge if he actually cared or if he was just making conversation.

His expression was unreadable. Damn him and his poker face!

You cleared your throat. “Got in on a scholarship. I’m here to study—”

He nodded, flipping the eggs in the pan. “Computer Science,” he finished off, and at your wide eyed expression, clearly wondering how he remembered after so long, he grinned. “Figured. You always were the overachiever.”

You hesitated, eyes narrowing as you gave him a once over. His neck was bent at an angle, looking perfectly over the stove due to his tall frame, and you couldn’t help but catch the not-so-subtle glances he sent your way. “And how about you? How’d you end up here?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Same as you. Just without the scholarship part.”

That made sense. Caleb had always been smart, just not in the try-hard, study-until-your-eyes-bled way that you were. He had this annoying ability to half-ass things and still succeed. It used to drive you insane.

It still did, apparently.

He plated his food—something that smelled annoyingly good—and stepped away from the stove. “All yours.”

You moved forward, brushing past him as you reached for your own pot. Caleb stiffened for a split second, his molars grinding as he brushed it off, rounding the kitchen island. It was a small moment, barely anything, but you felt the warmth of his body as you passed. A reminder that this wasn’t a memory. This was real. He was real. He’s back.

And you had to learn how to exist around him again. How to live in his orbit. You had to re-learn how to both resist and accept the gravitational pull that was Caleb.

Behind you, Caleb settled at the small dining table, laptop open in front of him. You expected him to pop in his earbuds and zone out. Instead, he kept the music playing on the speaker.

He didn’t speak another word to you that night, and your food was bland.

Great start.

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♡ younger! s/o x bakugou headcannons !

YALL DONT THINK OF THIS IN A P3DO SENSE, I MEAN IT IN A WHOLESOME WAY. PLS DONT ATTACK ME. fair warning: this is HEAVILY unedited... pt. 2

you first meet each other when your mom invites his family over for lunch due to her and his mom working together. (yes this is gonna be a moms friends son trope bc thats whats happening to me 😈).

you walk down to greet the family- completely expecting to see the ugliest boy youve seen in your life. only to find out hes a ua student, built, and ofc... super fucking hot...

bakugou just stares at you blankly as you walk up and say hello to his parents and him.

recognizing his mom, you give her a hug with a big smile as she does the same.

"y/n! meet my son katsuki! hes a year older than you, but you two should get along just fine!" introduces mitsuki happily.

all you manage is a nod in response as you meet his gaze again. "um... nice to meet you bakugou.." you say smiling slightly. "just call me katsuki..." he responds gruffly as he stuffs his hands further into his pockets.

"y/n.. why dont you take katsuki upstairs and let him play on my ps5?" says your dad jokingly as he nudges your shoulder. you roll your eyes with a grin before motioning him to follow you back upstairs.

as you turn on the ps5 you hand him the controller, "we only have cod right now..." you say apologetically. "so, i heard you go to ua right...?" you ask questioningly as you sit on the other side of the couch facing him.

"yeah im in the hero program" he responds focusing on the game playing in front of him. you nod you head thoughtfully at his response "what year are you in katsuki..?"

"im in my final year, what about you...?" he says finally glancing back at you with his carmine eyes. "uh... im in 3rd year" you say fumbling over your words slightly.

"damn your young.." he chuckles as he shakes his head slightly, "hey at least im not about to go to college.." you retort with a small smirk.

bakugou cant help but grin at your response, "you calling me old shorty?" he asks with a slight smirk.

you internally melt at the sight but remain composed, "hey, im just being realistic here.." you respond as you raise your hands up.

"realistic my ass.." he mutters quickly turning back to the game, "what ass are you talking about katsuki?" you ask with a laugh.

suddenly, you hear the sound of laughter and turn to see his head thrown back as he struggles to keep himself composed, "you- you should not being saying stuff like that shorty..." he says in between chuckles.

throughout the rest of the time you and bakugou start talking more and more, almost as if you two were old friends reconnecting. heck, even his parents were surprised to see him actually talking to you like a normal person.

just before they leave you stand by the door quickly responding to a friends message. "shorty.." he calls, making you look up to see him handing you his phone. "lets stay in touch so i can keep an eye on ur bratty ass.." bakugou gruffs blushing slightly.

you widen your eyes but quickly agree as you type in your number. "ill text you soon shortcakes.." he grins before ruffling your hair and walking out right beside his parents.

All you can do is stand there rooted in your spot with flushed cheeks, grinning like a delusional idiot

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141 x POC!GN Intelligence Operative - Debrief 1 Author's Notes: Does this make sense? I don't know. I'm just started to type and this happened. Warnings: MDNI, Angst

Like usual, the 141 had gotten together for dinner. But tonight was different as tonight you decided to grace them with your presence. 

But instead of sitting in your normal seat with the 141, you were sitting with the new guys. They couldn’t help but stare. Here you are in all your glory but not for them.

“Why are they with them?” asks Ghost as he shoves his fork in his mouth. Gaz and Price shrug as they couldn’t understand why you chose the new guys over them. The three immediately voice their confusion while Soap just remains silence. His silence rang immediate alarms in the other three as John MacTavish is never quiet. 

“Talk,” Price commands. Ghost and Gaz shift their attention to the Scotsman. Johnny drops his fork and begins to talk and talk and talk. He explains to the three what had happened. As he talks, he keeps his gaze on you and Russ. Why couldn’t that be him and you? Heck, at this point, he’ll share you if he has too. 

“And I’ll be honest, I don’t know what Russ did exactly but whatever he did, it got them to eat dinner with him and those fuckers.” And with that, Soap turns back to the three. Ghost and Price just stare at him, lost in thought, while Gaz sits back with his arms crossed. 

“He listened,” Gaz states like it was matter of fact. The three look on confused. With an exasperated breath, Gaz sits straights up and explains it to the three. 

“People like them and I can’t just live. We have to go above and beyond and be perfect just so we can even get an ounce of respect that you guys get. If we don’t, we are immediately labeled as an issue” Johnny tries to interrupt him but Gaz quickly shuts him down. “Look at their resume. Top of their class, scored exceptionally high on all of their exams, trained by Laswell herself for fucks sake and how many offers did they get after the academy?” Kyle takes a pause to look at the three. 

“None,” grunts out Price. 

“And what did it say on their file? What was the supposed reason why so many teams didn’t want them?” continues Kyle. 

Ghost answers him. “Too aggressive. Doesn’t respect authority.” 

“And was that the case?” Kyle stares down at the three. 

Johnny lets out a choked out “no.” From the moment you got here, you were sweet. Any possible acts of defiance were just you doing your job — asking the right questions and making sure your voice was being heard. You were kind to each and every one of them even when they switched up on you. Any recent aggression (if you can even call it that) has been well-deserved as the 141 each began to take the piss out on you. 

“So instead of labeling them as a problem like everyone else, Russ here listened and realized that they’re alone and just needs a team, so,” Kyle turns back to look at you with the new guys, “he gave them one.” Kyle turns back around and returns to his food, picking at it with his fork. 

Soap stares straight at you and realizes his mistake. He labeled you as the bad guy. Fuck. They all did the minute they agreed to put the 141 over you. It wasn’t your fault that they all thought with their dicks. This wasn’t right. You deserved better. 

“So what do we do now?” whines Johnny. He notices the way you laugh with the trio— you used to laugh like that at his jokes. 

“I honestly don’t know,” mumbles out Gaz. The four sit in silence through dinner. 

As Soap finishes his last bite, he catches you and Russ getting up from y’all’s table with Russ actually grabbing your plate for you. Soap felt his eye twitch. As you two walk past the 141, lost in conversation, Johnny speaks up, hoping just a moment of your time. 

He calls out your name. You turn, confused to hear your name. When you made eye contact with Soap, your smile falls. 

“Yes, Sergeant?” you ask. You politely greet the other three. Keegan is right by your side, staring down the 141. 

“Sergeant? Who’s that? It’s your Johnny-boy,” Soap quips.

“Do you need something?” You’re clearly not impressed. 

This isn’t going how Johnny wanted at all. He smacks Price on his back and starts again. “The guys and I have some ice cream bars hidden in Price’s office. Come join us. You know, for team bonding and all that.” 

Johnny sees something flash across your eyes. Was it… joy? However, it disappears as fast as it appeared. 

“I think that’s inappropriate especially since I’m not an official member of the team and I would hate to impose,” you start. You glance at Keegan and shoot him a small smile. “Besides Kea— Sergeant Russ and I are going into town right now for dessert. So maybe another time,” you inform. You begin to turn, leaving the 141 to their ice creams when… 

“Mind a third?” Soap blurts out. You turn around, shock all over your face. You look at him mouth gaping, unsure what to say. Johnny feels his face burn as it’s apparent you do mind a third but don’t know how to say it. Damn him and his big mouth. 

Thankfully Keagan lends a helping hand. “Sorry man. I got shit in the back of my car and only got space for one person. But we’ll bring you something back.” 

And with that Keagan whisks you away from the 141 nor brings the downtrodden Scotsman something back. 

Word Count: 947

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[planetaryupscaled]

Better Girlfriend

Male Reader x Kim Jiwoo (Chuu)

Tags: 4k, cheating, oral, threesome

The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

“For god’s sake Jiwoo, why don’t you just fuck him already!”

That was Jiwoo boyfriend and manager, Dohyun, we had been friends for several years now. We met while I was an intern at Blockberry Creative, but now I work for Modhaus while he works for ATRP. To cut to the chase, I’d always felt a little jealous of him. In many ways, but especially because he was dating Jiwoo. Heck, most of our friends are.

The majority of our friends were regular people, and we preferred to host house parties. It was simply too costly for us to go out every weekend. With the exception of Dohyun who had spent less time with us and more time with Jiwoo who preferred to go out. Until recently, Jiwoo was trying to be a ‘better girlfriend’ and was now hanging out more with us.

Jiwoo is a dorky, playful, and kind person who fits right in with the group. However, as time went on, Dohyun told me he began to suspect that what Jiwoo really enjoyed was having all of the other guys drool over her. While the other girls were also attractive, there was no denying that Jiwoo was one the hottest as she gradually began to dress sexier for each party, especially for tonight.

Tonight, me and my roommate Jiseok were hosting the party. It had been going on for about two hours. Aside from Dohyun, Jiseok, and myself, there were seven of our guy friends, three of their girlfriends, and, of course, Jiwoo.

Jiwoo wore a tight white crop top that revealed her toned midriff and the exact outline of her perky breast, paired with tight short shorts that showed her smooth thighs, making it clear that she was dressed to show off her body. Weeks ago, Dohyun liked the idea of showing off his hot girlfriend, but tonight, after a couple rounds of beer, he changed his mind, not too keen about the idea.

In the kitchen, our friend Minsoo, a constant flirt with Jiwoo while Dohyun was keeping a drunken eye on them from across the room. Minsoo said something that made Jiwoo crack up, and when she put her hand on Minsoo’s arm while laughing, and just like that, Dohyun snapped.

—

“For god’s sake Jiwoo, why don’t you just fuck him already!” Dohyun drunkenly yelled from across the room and the apartment fell in stunned silence.

“What?” Jiwoo questioned.

“Bro, what are you talking about?” Minsoo asked.

“Shut the fuck up!” Dohyun yelled as he stormed across the room. “Don’t act like you haven’t been flirting with my girlfriend whenever you think I’m not looking.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You know the deal, bros before hoes” Minsoo respond.

“Oh so now my girlfriend is a whore?”

“Dohyun you know that not what he…” Jiwoo started before being interrupted.

“And you…” Dohyun said as he turned and pointed at Jiwoo. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been dressing around my friends the last few weeks. I know what’s going on.”

“Alright come with me.” Jiwoo said, dragging Dohyun by the arm back into one bedroom. The door slammed shut, and we could all hear the two of them shouting back and forth. This lasted for a few minutes, But to all of us out in the living room and kitchen, it felt more like half an hour. When we heard the door open, it was Dohyun who came out, just as angry as when he entered the bedroom.

“Try to remember to wear some condoms when you all run a train on her later” Dohyun yelled out before leaving the apartment. We all stood in silence looking at one another for a minute, when finally, Jiseok broke the silence.

“Wait, he’s not driving, is he?” Jiseok asked. Once again, we all found ourselves looking at each other before Jiseok jogging out the door, trying to catch Dohyun before he got into his car. As he walked out the door, Jiwoo came walking back into the room.

“Jiwoo, you alright?” I asked.

“Yeah I’m fine” Jiwoo said and she actually did sound perfectly fine. “I just hope that Dohyun’s diva moment didn’t ruin the party for everyone.”

Jiseok came back to the apartment a few minutes later, saying that he was too late and Dohyun had already left. It took some time, but eventually the party did get going again. I kept an eye on Jiwoo all night, and she generally acted as if nothing had happened. She continued to joke with people and dance to the music, but I noticed she was always holding a cup.

At one point, I noticed her sitting alone on a step stool, legs splayed out in front of her. I walked over to her and squatted down.

“Hey Jiwoo, how you doing?”

“I’m good.”

“You sure you feeling, okay?”

“Yeah, I’m feeling really gooood.” She said lifting one of her legs and tapped her boot against my crotch. I wasn’t sure if she meant to do that or not, but I assumed she was just drunk and didn’t think about it. Standing up I went back to the rest of the people in the living room and Jiwoo soon rejoined us as well.

At around 2 a.m., when the party began to wind down. As people began to order cabs and head home, I went into my bedroom and changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. At that point, I remembered Jiwoo said she left her phone in Dohyun’s car, so I decided to check to see if she needed a ride home. I left my room and called her name but received no response, so I went to check the apartment. The shared bathroom was empty, the door to Jiseok’s room was half open, and he was asleep alone on the bed; in the kitchen, our friend Mingyu was passed out sitting at the kitchen table; and finally, I checked the living room.

When I looked inside, I got the shock of my life. Minsoo was seated on the far side of the couch while Jiwoo was on all fours, giving him a blowjob.

“Oh god Jiwoo, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long” Minsoo said, with his pants around his ankles and a hand on Jiwoo head, moaned as his head leaned back, He was clearly enjoying the feeling of Jiwoo’s lips going up and down his cock.

“Holy shit” I said reflexively. Both of them immediately looked my way when they heard me. Jiwoo looking fairly surprised and embarrassed while Minsoo had the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

“Sorry, I was just checking to see if Jiwoo needed a ride home.”

“No, I’m fine. Though if you stick around, I might give you a ride” Jiwoo said flirtatiously.

99 times out of 100 there is no way I would mess around with my friend’s girlfriend, but I figured this might be my only shot with Jiwoo. Plus, she was already blowing off another of our friends, so what’s the difference, right?

“So what ever happened to ‘Bros before Hoes’, Minsoo?” I asked as I approached the couch.

“That rule only applies to girls that 8s or lower, and... fuck she really good at this.” Minsoo, who was clearly very drunk, lost his thought as Jiwoo returned to sucking his cock.

“…and also, celebrities are excluded from the rule if you’re a non-celebrity.” He added, but I’m pretty sure he just made that up. I also think most guys would probably agree to those terms.

Jiwoo went right back to sucking Minsoo’s - Meanwhile, I moved to the other side of the couch, positioning myself behind her. Reaching around her waist, I unsnapped her shorts and pulled them down to her knees, revealing a black lace thong firmly entrenched between her cheeks. Then peeling down her thong. It revealed two moist, perfectly smooth pussy lips between her legs. I still could not believe that this was happening. I slid my hand between her legs, rubbing her wet claim. Slipping a finger between her lips, her legs kicked up slightly, and she let out a muffled moan around our friend’s cock.

“Mmmfff…gluck…gluck…mmffaahh…”

Jiwoo’s pussy felt tight and hot around my fingertip. Pulling it out, I stuck my finger in my mouth to taste her juices. After cleaning my finger, I headed straight for the source. I bent down, stuck my head between her legs, and started lapping up her pussy.

“Nnhhh god, yes! Use that tongue…” Jiwoo called out as I ate her pussy. Jiwoo went to put Minsoo back into her mouth, but he stopped her.

“No, no. I’m close, and I’m saving it for that pussy.” he said.

Pulling my head out from the between Jiwoo thighs, “You’ll have to wait, I’m not stopping until I make her pop,” I told him.

“Sounds good to me” Jiwoo said. I then grabbed one of her legs and flipped her over onto her back. Pulling her shorts and thong all the way down, I split her legs wide open and dove down between them. “Oh wow!” Jiwoo giggled. “Oh Tae, you really know how to use your tongue.” Jiwoo cupped her own breast through her top while her other hand was on the back of my head to keep me in place between her legs. I enjoyed sucking the tangy nectar from her cunt, but I moved my mouth up and began sucking on her clit while finger fucked her. This drove Jiwoo insane, and she clamped her legs around my neck.

“Ahnn yes! yes! YESnghh!” Jiwoo was getting closer and closer to climaxing. Jiwoo gripped the couch tightly and pressed her hips hard against my face. “Uggghhhh yes, yes, fucknnh!” Jiwoo yelled as she squirted a generous amount of her love juice all over my face.

“All right my turn.” Minsoo announced before Jiwoo could catch her breath. He got up from the arm of the couch, desperate for a chance to fuck the girlfriend. Jiwoo offered little resistance as he flipped her around and got her on all fours so he could fuck her doggy style. Jiwoo and I were looking at each other face to face, with her on all fours and me sitting back up.

Once again, I felt as though I was not in control of my own movement as I took Jiwoo by the back of her head and drew her in for a passionate kiss. I had been wanting to do this for a long time. Jiwoo was just as into the kiss as I was, slipping her tongue into my mouth. She let out a squeal into my mouth as Minsoo buried his cock inside her cunt.

“Fuck, bro! Her pussy is amazing!” Minsoo said as he began fucking her. Breaking off the kiss Jiwoo looked me in the eye moaning softly as he fucked her from behind.

“Lose the pants” Jiwoo ordered. I quickly stood up, took off my shirt, and kicked off my sweatpants before sitting back down. “Oh Tae” Jiwoo said as her eyes beamed in surprise. She took hold of the base of my cock. “You’ve been holding out on me” she said as she slapped my cock against her cheek.

“What about me?” Minsoo asked as he slapped her ass, “How does this dick feel?”

“So good…” Jiwoo moaned.

“Damn right. Fuck. I’ve been dreaming about this moment since Dohyun introduced you.”

While that was going on, I positioned myself so that I had one foot on the ground, one knee on the couch, and my throbbing erection staring the Vocalist in the face. With Jiwoo being pounded from behind, she opened her mouth as she moaned, I shoved my dick in and began fucking her face, which she happily allowed.

If I had to think about it, I might have felt mixed feeling about what was happening. On the one hand, my first threesome is with my buddy, and my other friend’s girlfriend makes me look like a total asshole, but on the other hand, spit roasting the tight idol is probably one of the highlights of my life.

After a minute or two, Minsoo and I found a rhythm, basically sawing the beautiful idol while plugging two of her holes. When he pulls back from her cunt, my cock slides down her throat, and when I pull back, he pounds back into her. We carried on like this until Jiwoo fully pulled me out of her mouth so that she could lick her tongue around my length before sliding down to lick the base of my shaft. The whole thing felt fantastic, and it would have been perfect if Minsoo had just shut his mouth.

“Come on Jiwoo Tell me I’m better than Dohyun. Tell me I fuck you better than he does.” I don’t know if this was Minsoo just trying to talk dirty or if the booze in his system was unleashing some deep seeded resentment toward Dohyun, but either way he was obsessed with being told he was better. “Come on Jiwoo, I’ve heard him fuck in his dressing room. I know Dohyun is a quick draw. Tell me how much better I am than that jackass!” At this point Minsoo was hammering her pussy with everything he had.

Jiwoo also seemed to have become annoyed with Minsoo. “Fine! You’re better, happy?” Jiwoo dropped my balls from her mouth and turned her head around to say. “You fuck me better than Dohyun does.” she told him. Then in a real sultry voice she said “And Dohyun cums even faster when I let him fuck my tight little ass.”

“Wha… I...” Minsoo absolutely froze after Jiwoo said that. For a second, I thought he had a stroke, but apparently the thought of drilling her in the ass was way too much for him as he then pulled out and erupted all over Jiwoo’ ass and back. Minsoo collapsed and passed out in a drunken haze after covering her ass and lower back with his load. With his now gone, Jiwoo returned to me.

“I knew he would love that,” she said.

“Do you really do anal?”

“Maybe…” Jiwoo said with a seductive smile. “Now it’s time to take care of you.” She began to sit up, but I stopped her.

“Finish what you started. I want to cum in your pretty mouth.”

“Are you sure? Will you be able to fuck me afterward?”

“Trust me, after tonight, I don’t think I’ll be able to be around you without being hard.” Jiwoo grabbed my head and pulled me in for another passionate kiss.

“By the way, your dick is much thicker than either of your friends. I love how it stretches out my mouth” Jiwoo said as she went down to the floor between my legs before taking me back in her mouth. Now with her full attention focused on me, she was able to show off all of her blow jobs skills. I couldn’t help but moan as she deep throated me to the best of her ability keeping her gaze fixed on mine.

“You are really good at this” I told her as she ran her lips up the side of my saliva-coated shaft.

“We Idols like to compare notes and share tips while on set” Jiwoo explained before attacking my cock with her mouth once more. After another minutes of deep throating, she had me ready to burst.

“Gonna cum…” Despite the warning, Jiwoo did not slow down at all. I started firing my load into the back of her throat, and she swallowed as I filled her mouth. When I was finished, Jiwoo gave me a couple of hard sucks to ensure she had fully emptied my load. She then released my cock with a loud pop and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to demonstrate that she had swallowed my entire load.

Like I promised, my dick was still rock hard after cumming into her mouth. Jiwoo then stood up and stripped off her top, exposing her small, perky breast. She now gave me a 360-degree turn before striking a pose as she stood in front of me, showing off her body dressed only in black boots.

“Tell me, have you ever masturbated thinking about me?”

“Yes,” I confessed, “multiple times.”

“Well, I hope I live up to your fantasies.” Jiwoo spun around and took hold of my dick, ensuring it was pointing straight up as she sat down on my lap. She ran my crown along her wanting lips before finding the right angle and sinking down. Though I’m girthier than my friend, the freshly fucked Jiwoo had little difficulty taking me into her tight, wet pussy.

“Ughhh you feel even better than I imagined” Jiwoo moaned as she bottomed out on my dick.

“You’ve thought about this before?”

“Umhhmmm…” Jiwoo began working my cock with her pussy “You’re cute, you’re nice, and remember a couple of weeks ago when Dohyun was a total ass, he got so drunk that you had to carry him to bed and then drive me home?”

“Yeah?”

“That night, I was so horny that I spent over an hour with my toy thinking about you.” Jiwoo was starting to bounce on my cock reverse cowgirl style, and I could feel her hand rubbing against her clit as I thrust in and out of her. Hearing that Jiwoo had masturbated thinking about me was mind blowing. I grabbed her by the hips and began slamming her down on my cock. “Yes, yes, pound my pussy! Nghhh I’m gonna cum…!”

“Spin around; I want to see your face when you cum on my dick,” I told her and she reacted immediately. Jumping up off my dick, Jiwoo spun around and pounced onto the couch. She quickly slammed her hips back down on my lap and fucked me hard. I watched Jiwoo face contort in pleasure as she rode me until her pussy clamped down on my cock, her body seized, and she let out a silent scream while cumming.

“Ughhh...Tae that was good” Jiwoo said as she came down from her high.

“We’re not done yet.” I told her as grabbed her hips and continued to thrust in and out of her.

“Yes! nghhh, next time me and Dohyun get in a fight instead of calling my friends, I think I’ll just come here and take my frustrations out on your dick again.” Jiwoo said between breaths as I continued to pound her.

“If it means we can do this again, I’ll come to you and fuck you in front of Dohyun. I don’t care.” Jiwoo once again kissed me passionately after I told her this. The two of us made out while we grinding our crotches together. Cupping her perky tits as I teased her nipples.

Jiwoo pushed me hard up against the back of the couch. “Sit back and let me milk your thick dick for everything you got.” Jiwoo once again started working her hips up and down my meat as fast as she could, and I could feel her try to flex her pussy muscles around my dick as she rode me.

“Oh god Jiwoo, I’m going to cum soon” I warned her as she continued to bounce wildly on my cock.

“Me too.” Said a male voice that caught both of me and Jiwoo by surprise. We both froze and looked to the kitchen and saw Mingyu standing in the doorway stroking his dick. Jiwoo looked back at me and then gave me a smile before turning back towards Mingyu.

“Like what you see?” Jiwoo asked seductively.

“Uh huh. You’re so much hotter than I thought.” Mingyu drunkenly slurred as he continued to stroke himself.

“Then come here...” She told him. I let off a disappointed groan as Jiwoo dismounted off my cock. Mingyu staggered forward as Jiwoo grabbed my hand indicating she wanted me to stand up and follow her. The three of us all came together in the middle of the living room. Jiwoo then took hold of both dicks before sinking down to her knees. Looking up at me she gave the head of my dick a kiss, then she turned towards Mingyu and did the same.

As she began stroking me, she stuck out her tongue and began liking the dip of Mingyu’s cock. She kept her eyes looking up the whole time as she took him into her mouth and began sucking his cock. She continued like this, stroking me and sucking him, for about a minute and then she switched it. I looked down into her brown eye as she sucked my cock for about a minute or two before switch back. I don’t know for a fact that this wasn’t the first time that Jiwoo had blown two guys at the same time, but she seemed to have full control of the situation and seemed to know full well what she was doing switching back and forth between our cocks.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. That’s it” Mingyu said, leaning back as Jiwoo sucked his dick hard. It was obvious he was about to cum though, Mingyu, being as drunk as he was lost his balance and stumbled two steps backwards, pulling his dick out of her mouth. However, with his dick still in her hand and it aimed at her face, he blasted his load directly onto Jiwoo’ face.

“Jiwoo, turn to me, close your eyes, and smile” I demanded. Jiwoo quickly did as I said. Seeing here there with a big smile with streaks of cum across her face pushed me over the edge. She stroked my dick as I came hard. Jiwoo giggled as my cum splashed against her face.

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Next thing I know, I'm waking up with a delightful sigh as the sun shines through the window. I don't remember how I got to my room last night, but I recall having a really vivid dream about having sex with my friend's girlfriend. As my hangover grogginess faded away I realized that it wasn’t a vivid dream I was still experiencing, but rather there were a real set of lips sucking on my morning wood. Moving the pillows behind me, I sat up, and I could see that someone was hiding under my comforter. Whipping the comforter off the bed revealed a nude Jiwoo. She was resting on her knees and elbows between my legs with my hard cock in her mouth and her ass sticking up in the air. I can only imagine the dumbstruck look on my face as I looked down at Jiwoo and she looked up at me. I could also see a small smile come across her lips and she gave me a wink as she continued to blow me.

The memory of what I thought had been a dream just a few minutes ago, flooded back into my mind. While I still had no recollection of how we made it to my bedroom, but I did remember walking in on her and my friend in the living room, spit roasting in a devil’s three-way, and having the former Disney actress rid me on the couch. With Jiwoo now using her tongue to play with my cock head in her mouth, I could not hold back much longer. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her head down my cock.

“Time for breakfast” I said before unleashing my load down her throat. Jiwoo actually choked up a bit halfway through me emptying my balls causing some cum to leak out of her mouth.

“Holy crap Jiwoo, I can’t believe that actually happened” I said after I finally came down from my high from cumming.

“I need a ride home and you were not waking up so” Jiwoo casually shrugged her shoulders while sitting up, giving me a great daylight view of her breasts. “Plus your boner was pressing into my ass most of the night, so I thought a morning blowy would do the trick.”

“Yeah but what about Dohyun? I mean I know what happened last night happened because you were drunk...”

“What?” Jiwoo interrupted me, “I wasn’t drunk last night.”

“But I saw you. You were drinking all night.” I was extremely confused.

“Hmm, but I was just drinking juice. I had a photoshoot later today and didn't want to get drunk and be all bloated and groggy.” She then wiped some cum from the corner of her mouth and sucked her finger clean.

“So, can you give me a ride home? If you get me home with enough time before I need to leave, I’ll let you shower with me...”

“All right, let’s go...”

[devotedsweetheart]

heey i have a request, can you do a ff with caleb and mc in highschool? with just like the basketball player caleb and the pretty mc. in ao3 theres no ff abt this 😭

pd: I LOVEEEEE YOUR POSTS!!!

of course my dear anon!!! this was so fun to write, i hope this is what you had in mind :'). if not, just lmk and i'll start on writing another one;))) enjoyyy!

he had a soft spot for you. always.

regardless of how much he teased you, pushed your buttons, or made you look a fool; there would be moments of unbroken eye contact that stayed lingering, hinting at something deeper.

caleb was popular. everyone knew his name. heck, everyone knew him, he was friends with basically the whole school. except you. he does actually know of your existence though, he just refuses to acknowledge it, only when he's picking at you does he truly. you guys have known each other for your whole entire lives. going to the same exact schools together every single year without fail... it was almost like he was following you.

he promises you he dislikes you with a passion. that he couldn't stand being in the same room with you for longer than an hour, that he would do anything to get away from you; and you feel the same. he's absolutely and utterly agitating, being in his mere presence pisses you off. he makes it his life goal to make your existence as a whole miserable, doing things such as purposefully tripping you in the hallways to make his friends laugh, or kicking the back of your chair in the middle of an exam, knowing how distracted it makes you. if you even dared to do so little as turning around and shooting him a glare, he'd just grin and do it harder, more often.

little did you know, he survives off the looks you give him. it's what keeps him going.

and so, when you decide one day that you're going to ignore him for the rest of the week, he goes insane.

literally.

on day one, monday, he didnt think much of it. maybe just assuming you didnt get much sleep, or perhaps you're going through a friendship breakup, something small like that. when you dont react to his little acts of crudeness toward you he still thinks nothing of it. he just assumes you think you'll make him stop if you ignore it.

by day two, tuesday, he's still not too concerned by your silence. he's still just convinced you're ignoring him out of annoyance (...which isn't a lie), and therefore it doesnt bother him too much.

wednesday, he's confused. he has started to attempt to annoy you more than he usually would, taking it upon himself to take your same route to your classes... even if it meant he'd be tardy for his own. he wanted a reaction out of you, almost needed it. he thought about it when he woke up, staying in the back of his mind throughout the day. during the classes you had together, he'd sneak small glances at you to make sure you looked okay.

thursday, though, he'd been thinking about it all day long. it was now stuck in the front of his mind, plaguing it completely. he didnt realize how much he missed having the small banters each day with you, how easy it was to rile you up. how much he craved it. even during his after school practice, his performance was borderline terrible. it wasn't like him at all and his friends began to notice. he's usually awfully good at basketball, one of the best on the team (if not the best) and for him to be slacking this bad?? diabolical. he was making it difficult for not only him but the people surrounding him. when asked what was going on, he'd simply shrug it off and ask to go take a drink of water, trying to shrug off the thought of you as easy he did with his terrible execution of basketball.

on day five, friday, he'd actually gone insane. he couldnt focus at all during class, constantly looking over at you to try and get you to look at him. he'd been throwing himself in your paths the whole entire day, putting in an obnoxious amount of effort just to make eye contact with you; even if it was for a second.

it was so bad to the point that he went up to you at the end of the day before you got onto your bus, asking to talk.

he persisted and persisted, not caring how many times you said no.

he was ecstatic when you finally agreed.

pulling you by your limb to the end of a sidewalk where only few roamed, he let go of your forearm and turned to face you. it was awkward for a few seconds, the two of you never having a real conversation outside of bickers.

he cleared his throat.

"are you... okay?" he asks, eyes flicking to yours to see if you'd give away how you felt at his question before you verbally answered. your eyebrows raised before scrunching up again, a look of confusion written all over your face.

"um.. yes? why would you ask me that?" you answered, oblivious to just how much he cared. he looks away to a spot above your shoulder, embarrassed to stare directly into your piercing gaze.

"i don't know. you've just been, like, nonverbal.. in a way," he says, looking back into your eyes before looking down again. "it's like i pushed you too far. i don't ever mean what i say, i don't ever mean to actually hurt you."

at that, you break out into laughter, and it grabs his attention.

"you 'don't mean to hurt me?'" you point out in between cackles, adding quotation marks around the words. "what kind of joke are you trying to pull? do you understand how annoying it is to have to deal with all your bullshit all the time, caleb?"

he winces at your words, the sly grin you have plastered on your face only making it worse for him. he wishes terribly he had the balls to tell you how he feels, but not only is he scared of the feeling itself, but he's terrified of how you might react.

"i know. i know, and i apologize." he whispers.

"you apologize?"

"i apologize."

you cross your arms over your chest, one eyebrow raised as you lean into your hip. "apologize for what?"

he simply looks at you, too embarrassed to formerly say a sincere apology. instead of saying anything, he flicks his eyes between yours and sighs. "for taking you over here to talk. i just wanted to figure out what was going on and why you weren't talking to me."

you look at him with a dull shock on your features, eyes going a hint wider than they normally sit.

"i, um, didn't know you cared. you make it seem like i annoy you sooo bad so i just stopped interacting with you." you confess, hoping to actually get to him instead of getting made fun of.

his expression is almost unreadable, eyebrows drawn tight and eyes blinking rapidly. his lips are pulled into a straight line and you can tell he's having a difficult time trying to maintain eye contact.

"i.." a beat of silence, tongue flicking out to lick his lips. "i'm sorry. i'm a dick, and i know i am. if i tell you something, will you promise to not make fun of me?" he questions, swallowing thickly.

you blink up at him. "sure, go ahead." you hesitantly say, fixing yourself to stand up a smidge straighter.

he clears his throat for what feels like the thousandth time, taking a gulp of air before saying everything he's feeling in one breath.

"i've realized over this past week that you're something i look forward to when i wake up. someone i think about when i'm writing an essay, playing at a game, or even listening to music. i'm sorry for picking on you so much and i'm sorry for being a complete asshole to you. you've always been someone i've taken interest in and the only way i found that gets your attention the most is being rude to you. i know it's messed up, but i can't help it. i'm sorry."

theres a long pause of unspoken words and tension hanging between the two of you, gazes locked while your mouth hangs open; trying and failing to say something. after a moment, all you can manage is a small "wow." his face is a deep shade of red, showing just how embarrassed he is without having to say it.

"can you please say something else so this isnt so awkward." he murmurs, desperation and discomfort clearly etched into his face.

you only giggle breathily and look him deep in his eyes.

"me too, caleb. i feel the same way."

thats when he holds his breath, leaning in quickly to kiss you- not giving you time to pull away.

[amoressb]

☆ LOWKEY

pairings : childhood bsf!riki x reader ; friends to lovers

synopsis : in which you and riki have been best friends since you guys were in kindergarten. youre both now in your last year of high school and with all that time together, people would think that you guys were bound to end up falling for each other, right? well, that seems to only be the case for riki. hes fallen in love with you after all this time, especially since you guys tend to flirt constantly, but he knows you dont feel the same. right? either way, he doesnt want to risk losing you so he tries to keep his love for you on the lowkey. will it work?

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once rikis practice finished, you remembered jake wanted to meet at the cafe so you started to gather your stuff. “where you off to pretty?” riki asks confused seeing you pack up faster than before. “oh im going to meet someone at a cafe” you say finished with gathering everything up.

riki didnt want to ask who so he just nods. you grab his arm gently and kiss his cheek. “if i dont msg or call you later ill see you at 6:30 tmr okay?” you smile walking backwards to the door. “alright see you pretty” he waves smiling but having a bad feeling.

you finally arrived at the cafe and waved at jake through the window. he got up and you both hugged each other. “wanna order?” he asks and you said yes. after a bit you both get your drinks and walk out. “alright so where to?” you ask sipping on your drink. he offered the idea of just walking around for now and go into any store that intrigues you both.

you both took the walk as an easy way to catch up. after all it has been a while since you two have hung out. you both expressed how happy and ready you both are for winter break and shared your possible plans. soon after jake found a lego store and you cant believe you forgot how crazy he is for legos. “you can choose any you like im gonna go look around!” as soon as he said that he immediately ran off which left you laughing.

while looking around you found some lego keychains. right there you thought about riki. maybe riki would like to match keychains with you? you smiled at the thought and looked at all the options and came to the conclusion of getting a spiderman and gwen(spiderwoman) keychain. “what did you end up finding?” jake pops up all of a sudden surprising you. “i like these two keychains! this ones for riki so we can match!” you have a huge smile on your face showing him the keychains. jake bought everything and you guys continued to walk.

although jake does like you, like he said he respects riki. so this genuinely makes him happy seeing how even if you two arent around each other, you still find a way to mention riki. this seems to be a good time to bring it up.

“soo ik you and riki are close of course but you ever think of taking if further? or do you see him in any other way?” that question confused you because it was random but it also made you feel something at the mention of riki. did you see riki in another way? then again you had that moment after his practice, you thought he looked ethereal even after he was all sweaty after dancing.

“idk maybe, i did see him a bit different after practice but i try not to. i dont want to risk anything so id say no” and that was his confirmation. yes you two flirt alot but you both do it as a joke even though everyone sees the heart eyes you both have for each other. of course especially riki.

the rest of the evening jake kept bringing the convo back to riki and stating how you should try and show him how you feel. its weird how he kept giving you good advice about it all when youve never even seen him with any girl. heck youve only ever seen him get rejected once. makes you wonder whats he up to?

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*sorry the written part is not too good i was rushing it a bit :(

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[galactic-magick]

You should do a Severance fanfic where the readers innie is super shy and timid but their outie is very independent and has a bite to them! (Kind like reverse Helly ig?) Maybe it could be a Mark or Mr. Milchick x Reader! 🫶💕

Ok so I ended up doing both and did a blurb for both innie and outie reader for each. Enjoy!

Outie!Reader x Outie!Mark:

You’re a longtime friend of Mark and Devon, you grew up together and stayed close into adulthood. They’ve always liked how headstrong you are, you always speak your mind and are confident in everything you are and do. Even when you were kids, you’d stand up to bullies easily and no one would mess with you.

As adults, you and Mark both got severed around the same time. You had your reasons and you don’t let anyone make you feel bad for it. Lumon put you in different departments so it wouldn’t be a conflict of interest that you’re friends on the outside.

Mark often invites you along to get-togethers with Ricken’s friends, knowing you’ll call bullshit on things and make the event more bearable.

“Look, you guys are really going too deep into this no food dinner thing, can we please get some pizza? I’m starving!”

You and Mark usually have to have a few drinks together after any of those shit shows. You tend to bond over your problems in unhealthy ways, getting drunk and making fun of those pretentious lunatics. It’s a form of solace for you both, and Mark appreciates your spunk that always makes him laugh through the sadness.

Innie!Reader x Innie!Mark

You’re not supposed to talk with other departments. You’ve had that drilled into you since day one, and you’re too scared to break the rules.

But then you hear about your department head, Burt, conversing with someone from MDR. One day, you go with him to visit, and that’s when you meet Mark.

You’re very shy meeting new people. Heck, you’re still shy around your own O&D coworkers you’ve known for the last couple years. But Mark makes you feel at ease, like you’ve known each other forever. Could that be possible? Maybe you’re friends in the outside world, but you’ll probably never be allowed to know.

Your first wellness check is quite mind-boggling. Ms. Casey tells you about how your outie is a great friend and is very confident. Your outie is loud and funny and fiercely independent. You get some points off simply from asking, “Really?”

MDR includes you on their OTC mission, and you and Mark are shocked to see each other at Ricken’s book reading party.

“Mark?”

“Wait, we know each other? Out here?”

“I just saw Ms. Cobel here too! What is going on?”

You both tell Devon everything you know, and she laughs at the fact you’ve found each other as innies as well.

“Not even severance can keep you two apart, huh?”

Outie!Reader x Mr. Milchick

You were Seth’s strongest supporter when he landed a job at Lumon, but it soon takes a toll on your relationship.

It’s a very demanding job, with lots of after hours work and he’s always on-call. Most days he’s only home to sleep. You confront him about it several times, but he always just reiterates how important the work is.

There comes a point where you nearly leave him, knowing you’d thrive better alone than with someone who’s rarely around. But then Lumon offers the two of you a deal.

You get severed, and in return Seth can have more time off to be with you after work. It’s a strange deal, as you’re not sure what they gain from you being severed. But you’ve been wanting a new job anyway, so you figure it’s worth a try to save your relationship.

You do get what you want, and things start going back to how they were, besides the fact that you now aren’t conscious for half of your day. It’s kind of nice, that you don’t have to remember any of the hours you’re not with him.

You’re not one to just let yourself be told what to do, though, so you pry for answers from Seth about your severed life. He’s not allowed to tell you anything, and he definitely lies about the work you’re really doing, but he does say you’re different in there.

Innie!Reader x Mr. Milchick

Seth has never know you to hold back with anything. He has never known you to be soft spoken or timid in any capacity.

So imagine his shock when he meets your innie, free from all your usual traits.

You’re so shy at work, and honestly he finds it quite cute. You’re perfectly poised, follow the rules, get the rewards. It’s like you and Helly switched personalities, but he knows it’s still you at the core.

The hardest piece of it for him is not telling you he knows you on the outside. It’s so hard for him to see the love of his life in two different forms, and only one of them he can say he loves, only one of them he can touch. He misses you when you’re standing right in front of him.

[invincibledc]

Hello👋

Can I request a TTG Robin x male reader where reader is speedy twin brother and and robin has a secret crush on reader and he know.

Whenever Robin and Speedy meet reader like to tease robin like some good pick up lines robin is trying to not blusing that hard.

Speedy like:Brother what the heck are u doing??? 🤨

If that ok?.Well feel free if you want to do it have a good day/night

-Blue sea🔵🌊

“QUICK CRUSH”

TTG!Robin x Twin of Speedy

Summary: Robin meeting the twin of speedy, Quiver makes him think that maybe a quick crush will pass. Only for the crush to grow and grow.

Speedy and Robin were in the main teen titans tower, relaxing even if they did fight over starfire before. Totally relaxing and nothing against each other, the two sidekicks were ranting about their teams before speedy had gotten a call from us cell phone.

“Eh, hold on bird brains. It’s my twin calling me.” He says, making Robin raise a brow. ‘A twin? He never told anyone or him about his twin…’ Robin thought as he just looks at the sporting channel. Speedy laughs and hangs up the call, putting his phone up as he looks at the tv. “He’s coming over, he’s bringing me some fish tacos if that’s okay with you.”Robin only shrugged, not really thinking about it since the sporting channel changed to gymnastics. As minutes pass, the elevator dinged. Bringing the attention of the two domino mask wearers.

When the door opens, Robin swore he heard angels sing when he met speedy’s twin. Yeah they’re twins, but you can obviously tell the difference between them in the outfits as you wore black and red with a black domino mask. Smirking holding up a bag of the suppose “fish tacos.” If Aqualad seen them now, he would’ve thrown up. Speedy smiled at his brother, hopping over the couch to greet him.

“Quiver! Man thanks for the tacos.” Speedy says going to you, daping up which you did back. “No problem man.” You smiled, looking to the side to see a black haired boy shyly peaking over the couch to look at you. You smirked, jumping over the couch and landing smoothly by the boy.

“Well don’t you make my heart quiver. What’s your name?” You said, holding a hand out towards the boy who seemed a “little” flustered at your quick pick up line. “I’m…I’m Robin. Yknow, like the sidekick of Batman.” He laughs nervously. Taking your hand as he keeps shaking it, he started to sweat along with his hand.

“Is it hot in here, was it always this hot here?” Robin said, using his other hand it pull at his collar of his hero costume. “I mean you’re hot too—” you raised a brow with a sneaky smirk. Making Robin immediately tweak out and run away screaming as speedy just sighs and smack you in the back of your head.

After that whole encounter with each other, you two always met up, making Robin kinda run away. He didn’t think he would be in-love with a guy really. Sure he was bi-curious. But damn were you attractive with your charms and your quick pick up lines.

Most encounter you two have is just you flirting with him as he tries so bad not to blush or show it’s getting to him. Meanwhile speedy was just like “bro, wtf are you doing?” Smacking the back of your head for flirting with the main leader of the titans. You were aware of his crush on you, it was damn obvious of how he checks you out. The small comments he thinks he can’t hear about how fit your body is.

He may has well have a gay panic attack when you were sweating, panting as you finish shooting down a foe that tried to sneak up behind him.

As these encounters and small conversations kept going. You got tired of this little cat and mouse game. Robin was doing a night patrol by himself in jump city, tired of his team not listening to him and mocking him. He sits against the edge of a roof of a building.

That’s when a red arrow shoots by him, making him jolt from it. He picks it up immediately recognizing it’s your arrow. You’re close. His cheeks start to heat up as he sees that there’s note to it.

“You shot an arrow to my heart birdy.” With a red heart having a red arrow through it. Robin immediately covered his face with his cape. Holding the note close to himself as you dropped down smirking. “Did I get you?” Robin jumps again, standing up to look at you with a still flustered look.

“Quiver! I— uh..” “cmon, I’m tired of playing as if we don’t want each other.” You said, walking to him. Robin felt frozen to his feet before feeling you pull him from the edge of the roof. His heart beating. His palming sweaty as well. He felt like he could throw up but couldn’t. You lean in, he leans in. As the two of you get ready to kiss.

A “ahem” ruins the moment. You curse under your breath. Lookin at speedy who shakes its head at you. “Cmon bro, you can play Romeo another night. Titans East needs us!” Speedy says, jumping from another roof. Waiting for you. You sighed, and Robin frowned. But that frown changed when you kissed him and left. Robin felt fireworks explode in his stomach as he put his hand to his lips. He watches you and your brother leave him there. Just smiling dumbly that you are definitely something that makes his heart quiver.

[agaypanic]

Fake or Fate? (Benny Weir X Reader)

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Summary: To make Erica jealous, Benny asks if you’ll fake date him. You think it’s a terrible idea, but it soon turns into something more.

A/N: idk if the morgans have a porch swing but ive decided that they do. Tumblr ate the ask but the request was "request where Benny and the reader get fake married or start fake dating til it becomes real"

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“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Please!”

“Absolutely not.”

Benny pouted at you with extreme exaggeration. “Why not, Y/n? It’s a really good idea!”

“Us pretending to date so you can get Erica’s attention is not a good idea, Benny.” You scoffed, slamming your locker shut and making your way to class, your friend hot on your heels.

“Give me one good reason why not.”

You could give Benny Weir a thousand reasons why his idea wouldn’t work out. Erica, and the rest of your friends, for that matter, would probably see right through the charade. There’s a good chance Erica wouldn’t even care. Plus, pretending to be in a relationship might destroy your friendship with Benny.

But you didn’t have the energy to voice all of this, so you let out a long sigh instead. “It just wouldn’t.”

“That’s not good enough!” He argued. Benny grabbed your shoulder, gently stopping you from walking further from him. “Please, Y/n. Just two weeks, that’s all I need.”

Benny wouldn’t let up; you knew that. He’d pester you all day until you finally said yes. So you decided you might as well bite the bullet.

“Fine.” Benny started to celebrate, but you quickly raised a hand to silence him. “But we need ground rules, okay? We can be affectionate and whatever, but only in front of our friends. As soon as they’re gone, we’re back to normal. Kissing is a big no unless absolutely necessary. And when you’re ready to make a move on Erica, we have to break up.”

Benny nodded along, seemingly okay with your requests. “Got it. Absolutely.”

“Cool. So… I guess we’re dating now.”

“Heck yeah, we are.” Benny grinned, raising a brow suggestively. “Just try not to fall in love with me.”

“Jesus.” You shook your head, quickly walking away from a giggly Benny.

***

All your time fighting monsters couldn’t have prepared you for this. Sure, that sounds dramatic. But so is Benny.

“Why are you guys holding hands?” Ethan had asked you that afternoon through a mouthful of food. Benny had insisted on waiting until the whole group was at your regular table before making your grand entrance.

“Oh, no reason,” Benny replied nonchalantly, pulling you into his side and looping his arm around your shoulders, hands still interlocked. “I just happened to bag the hottest girl in Whitechapel. Isn’t that right, babe?” He finished the announcement off with a kiss on your cheek, doing his best to make a show out of it.

“Oh, shut up, Benny.” You nudged him away but couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. Your friends watched you both closely as you sat down, being sure to have an empty space that Benny quickly occupied. Noticing the slightly suspicious looks, you tilted your head with a bit of nervousness. “What?”

Sarah was the one to break your friends’ silence. “Honestly, I’m kinda surprised it finally happened.”

You and Benny looked at each other, confused, but Rory spoke before you could ask further questions. “Yeah, we’ve had a bet going on for months. I thought it would take you guys until college.”

“You guys bet on us?” You couldn’t help but snort. This felt so absurd. You and Benny didn’t like each other like that, so you had no clue where your friends got the idea that you would end up together. “Wait, so then, who won?”

Your mouth immediately dropped at who raised their hand.

“Looks like I just got fifty bucks richer.” Erica grinned. While the rest of your friends grumbled and dug around for their wallets, you and your ‘boyfriend’ looked at each other. Benny looked just as baffled as you. It seemed that the same question came to both of your minds.

How the hell was this going to work now?

***

Benny was determined that his plan would still work out. You didn’t know how it would, despite the multiple explanations and scenarios he gave you. But now, there was a problem that felt bigger than being a part of this ridiculous scheme.

You were pretty sure that you were falling for Benny.

It wasn’t your fault. How else were you supposed to feel when almost every time you saw him, he was showering you with compliments and affection and magically summoned bouquets of flowers? Sure, he always glanced discreetly at Erica to gauge her reactions, but you just decided to ignore that.

You should’ve seen this coming. You knew that pretending to be with Benny would jeopardize your friendship. So, as much as you didn’t want to, you needed to end this.

“Hey, Bens, can I talk to you for a minute?” You asked quietly, trying not to draw everyone’s attention. 

Everyone was at Ethan’s house, like every other weekend, and although you tried to focus on the movie that was playing, your dilemma kept tugging at your mind.

Benny looked at you, almost concerned. “Yeah, of course.” He stood up from the couch and held his hand out for you to take. Luckily, the darkness of the living room hid your blush as Benny locked his fingers with yours and led you away from the living room.

“Don’t do anything gross!” Ethan shouted to you, eyes never leaving the screen. You laughed despite your nervousness.

Assuming you’d want some privacy, Benny took you outside. Thanks to the nearing summer season, the weather wasn’t too cold, and there was still a bit of daylight left. Benny sat on the porch swing by the front door, forcing you to sit with him because he was still holding your hand. 

“What’s up?” He asked, looking at you curiously.

You gulped. You hadn’t really thought that far ahead.

“I think we need to break up.” It shouldn’t have sounded so serious, especially since you weren’t actually dating. But with the wounded puppy look Benny gave you while tightening his grasp on your hand, you might as well have been.

“What? Why?”

You couldn’t tell Benny the real reason, that would just ruin things even more. Your eyes fell on your free hand that played with the hem of your shirt. “I mean, the whole reason we did this in the first place was so you could get Erica’s attention. But she doesn’t really seem to care, so it’s obviously not working.”

Benny stammered, racking his brain for a response. “Well, maybe we just need some more time.”

“You said it would take two weeks, Benny. It’s been a month.”

“Oh, excuse me for not understanding the concept of time.” You chuckled despite his offended tone and clear distaste for what you were saying. “Just a little longer, Y/n. Please.”

“Why?” You asked, looking up at Benny. “Why, Benny? What’s the point?” He started to say something but quickly bit his tongue. You stared at him expectantly, but he just stared at his feet to avoid your gaze. “Benny?”

The boy let out a huff. He muttered something, clearly not wanting you to hear it.

“Benny!”

“I didn’t do it for Erica.”

Your mouth opened to respond, but nothing came out. You looked at him, confused, trying to figure out what he meant. “What?”

“I didn’t do it because of Erica,” Benny repeated. “I thought…” He was so deep in thought that he didn’t realize he was still holding your hand, thumb sweeping over the back of your palm at a steady rhythm. You squeezed his hand lightly, and it seemed to help Benny finish his sentence. “I thought that if we pretended to date, you would like, realize that I’m the love of your life. Or something, I don’t know.”

You almost laughed at how pink Benny was from his embarrassment. He was completely refusing to look anywhere remotely in your direction.

Despite how giddy you were at this information, you kept your cool. “So, instead of just asking me out like a normal person, you decided to come up with an elaborate plot where you make me think you like another girl, so I’d like you?”

Benny was quiet for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. “Well, it sounds kinda stupid when you say it like that.”

You laughed, bumping shoulders with him and hoping that would ease his nerves. “For what it’s worth, I probably would’ve said yes if you just asked.”

“Now I know for next time.” Benny finally looked at you, giving you a lopsided smile. You tilted your head in faux confusion.

“What do you mean? I thought you wanted to keep dating.”

Benny’s expression was a mix of shock and delight. You broke into a grin, which Benny soon wiped off your face by planting his lips on yours. You returned the kiss eagerly, carding your hands through his unruly hair while he cupped the back of your neck. 

You were so wrapped up in each other that neither of you heard the pounding on the window beside you. “Hey! Knock it off!”

***

Benny Weir Taglist: @batmandallyboy @june-julie

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Whatever it is you’ve been doing

Written for the @steddiebingo

Prompts: Secret Date on the Kissing Booth bonus card and Date on the regular one

Rated: T

Tags: Omegaverse; Alpha!Steve; Omega!Eddie; Secret relationship, Courting rituals, Fluff

Notes: Set in the same verse as Whatever you want it to be.

Dustin Henderson is confused, and Eddie can tell that he's going to make it everybody's problem. 

He glowers at Eddie from under his hat as Steve herds his friends and him into the living room of Harrington Manor, frowns as they unpack their dice and gives snippy replies as Steve takes everyone's pizza order. He calms down a little after that, as they get started with their campaign, but by the time Steve returns with the food, his mood sours again. 

“Extra cheese and no pineapple for Wheeler,” Steve says, handing over Mike's order, then plops down on the couch, right next to where Eddie is sitting cross-legged on the carpet. “And these are for you.” 

Eddie blinks at the box that's shoved in his direction. Steve wiggles it, smile bright and eager. 

“Pizza knots with pepperoni,” he singsongs. Like he thinks it's charming. Like offering a guy greasy fast food in a soggy cardboard box and making bad sex puns is high-level seduction. 

The problem is it's working. 

“Keep your knots to yourself, Harrington,” he drawls, just for the heck of it, because the last thing that dork needs is to think he’s some sort of modern-day Don Juan. “I didn't order anything.” 

Steve rolls his eyes but doesn't stop smiling. 

“I know,” he says, opening the box and grinning at the audible rumble of Eddie’s stomach. “But I also know they're your favorite. C'mon, they're on me. We can even share if-” 

“What the hell is going on with you two?” Dustin blurts, slamming his hands down on the sofa table and sending their figurines scattering. 

Steve measures him with an unimpressed look and takes a bite out of his first pizza knot. 

“What d’you mean?” 

Dustin groans. Tugs on his basecap. Throws his hands out in a dramatic, all-encompassing gesture. Next to him, Lucas dodges to the side, narrowly avoiding an elbow to the face.

“What do I- … This! All of this! Why are we holding Hellfire at your house? Why are you buying Eddie food? Why are you two suddenly joined at the hip when you were barely even acknowledging each other’s existence two weeks ago?”

Eddie trades a glance with Steve before he turns back to Dustin with blank stare. It’s hard, because the kid’s left eyebrow is twitching funnily and he needs to muster up all of his willpower to not burst out laughing.

“Okay? I don’t get it, Henderson.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees around half a mouthful of cheese. “You’ve been nagging me about what a great guy Eddie is for literal months, and now that we’re finally getting along, that’s also a problem?”

“I wanted you to be friends!” Dustin whines. “Not- … Not whatever it is you’ve been doing! Hell, the other day at the gas station, you bought him a pen!” 

“Because he always steals mine and I thought he might like it,” Steve shrugs. “It was shaped like a dragon and had those little sparkly stones for eyes.”

Eddie smiles at him. “It’s a very metal pen, thank you.”

“See?” Dustin blurts. “That’s exactly what I mean! Hell, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two were courting!”

Next to him, Mike rolls his eyes. “Oh, please, they can’t be courting. Eddie’s a beta.”

Dustin gives him an scathing look. “He dated your sister and she’s an alpha.”

“That was before she presented,” Mike retaliates. “They broke up after that.”

“Hey, shitheads,” Steve says, pointing his pizza knot at them. “I didn’t break up with Nancy because she presented as an alpha. And you don’t gossip about other people’s love life. Least of all while they’re in the same room.”

Dustin looks like he’s about to argue, but Steve draws himself up to his full height and crosses his arms. The warning rumble that bubbles from his throat is so low it’s barely even there, but it still has the desired effect. The kids deflate and avert their eyes. Which is just as well, because if they kept looking, they’d probably see how Eddie has gone suspiciously red in the face and has started squirming in his spot. 

“Jeez, okay,” Dustin mumbles. “Sorry, I guess.” 

“It’s okay,” Steve says. “Now go back to your nerd game, I’d like you to go home at some point.” 

*

Mrs. Henderson swings by on her way back from work to pick up the brood, so Steve takes the empty glasses and pizza cartons to the kitchen while Eddie clears away the mess in the living room. He’s just assembled his notes on the campaign into something that halfway resembles a neat stack when a pair of arms wraps around his waist and pulls him back into a soft, warm body. Steve noses at the scent gland on his neck, even though there’s not much to smell now that Eddie is back on his repressants. Eddie still sighs and tilts his head to give him better access.

“Those little gremlins are too curious for their own good,” Steve mutters. Since his mouth is all but welded to Eddie’s neck, his voice comes out slightly muffled. It sends a pleasant shiver down Eddie’s spine and makes a familiar warmth stir in his belly.

“Tell me about it,” Eddie says, hands finding Steve’s and entangling their fingers. In the kitchen, some cheesy love song is blaring from the radio. Steve starts swaying the both of them to the melody and Eddie lets him. “You might wanna try and keep the sexy, macho, alpha act to a minimum though, if you don’t want me to pop a boner in front of our little sheepies. That, and the courting gifts.” 

“I’ve been so subtle about it,” Steve grouses, spinning him around and out before wrapping him back into his arms. “Goddamn pizza knots and pens. You deserve much better gifts. You deserve to be taken on proper dates.” 

“Hey now!” Eddie hits his chest. “Don’t insult the pen. I meant what I said, I like it a lot.”

Steve pouts, but his scent goes earthier and more intense, as always when he’s pleased. 

“Maybe we should just tell them,” Eddie mumbles into Steve's chest as they keep moving to the music. “They're two steps away from figuring it out, anyhow.” 

Steve gently pushes him away, so that he can measure him with a quizzical look. The pine needle note in his scent has gone sharper. More protective. Eddie realizes he's getting better and better at telling his emotions from these subtle shifts, even with his senses dulled by the meds.

“Would you be okay with that? You said you didn't want anyone to know.” 

Eddie shrugs. “They're a bunch of loud-mouthed little goblins, but they're good kids at heart. I feel like they'd handle it okay. And I'll probably need to come out about it at some point, if we want to continue this.” 

Steve frowns, unconvinced, folding him up in his arms and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead. 

“When you're ready. When you're absolutely sure you wanna do this. Not a day earlier, okay?” 

A part of Eddie thinks he'll never be ready, but he knows that it's the scared and cowardly part that also thought he'd never open up to Steve. Another, more stubborn and possessive part of him wants to climb out on the roof and proclaim their courtship for all of this goddamn town to hear. Tell everyone that Steve is his just as much as he is Steve’s. 

What he does, in the end, is melt into Steve's embrace and kiss the junction of his neck and shoulder, grinning at the sharp intake of breath and distinct spike of arousal in his scent. 

“Okay,” he agrees. He'll be ready one day, and they'll figure out their way when the time comes. “But for now … take me upstairs?” 

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