#do I smoke? no. but ima start after this fic

[justaaveragereader]

Some may say Loser Yunho…I say Husband Yunho. My case is rested, thank you.

Let’s talk about this fic bc BOYYYY WAS THIS MF INSANELY A👏MAZ👏ING👏! Man got a third leg between his legs and is a total nerd, I’m simping, IM SIMPING!

"Bro! There's no way you can't find just ONE girl here that would be willing to take on the drill?" When I tell y’all I’m cryingggg at this line, bc I feel like this fr is such a Wooyoung thing to say, like it screams him.

"Yeah that guy looks like an asshole," Yunho said in all sincerity.

"No shit, you scoffed "What kind of giga chad wears sunglasses in a club... at night?"

Truer words have NEVER been spoken! The fact I can imagine Mingi with sunglasses on in a nightclub😂😭! Like baby go ahead and take those off😔it ain’t cool. This isn’t the Jersey Shore you are not “Mingi The Situation” take ‘em off.

"Ughh. I suck at this," Yunho groaned in frustration.

"At what?" you asked, his tone peaking your curiosity right when you thought you had figured him out.

"At this!" Yunho said, gesturing at the air between the both of you. "At chatting up pretty girls! At flirting!" He sighed again, feeling defeated.

When I tell you just with that alone, knees would’ve been HITTING THE FLOOR! IM TALKING TIL I GET LOCK JAWWWW! Like his nerdiness in this is just getting to me so bad😭🫣…like I’m talking spread eagle on the bar counter.

"So what do you say?" He asked, his toes wiggling on the carpeted flood nervously. SCREAMINGGGGG, CRYINGGGG, when I tell y’all I would’ve unhinged my jaw like a fucking snake to swallow this mannnnn! Toes wiggling like this fic is screaming “turn me on” but at the same time “marry loser Yunho” the wave of emotions I’m feeling, Good Gawd. I would’ve snatched his soullll, toes would’ve been curling. I’m talking he would’ve been levitating off the ground type shit😬😀����.

the drill

reader x switch!yunho ft. wooyoung and mingi smut | mdni 6.8k yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill"

nsfw tags under the cut

alcohol consumption, ons to lovers (?), yunho's kind of a loser but so are you, mingi is a fuck boy, woo is the annoyingly clairvoyant friend <3, switch dom leaning!yunho, pushing the monster cock!yunho agenda (consider this fic a peer reviewed academic study), not but seriously he's H.U.G.E., size training, oral (m & f), very difficult blowjob (because duhh), chocking on cock (duh x2), a dash of spit kink, fingering, size training, pet names (baby, good girl), praising, protected sex (good job kids), bulge kink, slight edging, slight begging (not my fic without it lol), slight cumplay

a/n: i had a blasttt writing this im pretty happy with this i hope you will enjoy reading it too. this you @cybrsan for beta reading this. you are so kind and i learned a lot <3

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Yunho didn't even know why he stood here. He didn't know how he let Wooyoung and Mingi drag him to yet an other party. To this packed night club while he originally invited them over to play league of legends, maybe drink a couple of beers and chill. Cause that's what he wanted to do. He wanted to spend a quiet night in, hearing Mingi complain about how he didn't want to play healer anymore and having Wooyoung shatter his eardrums with that infuriating hyena laugh of his.

And that? That was the exact complete opposite of it.

There was nothing quiet and chill about this night. Only one thing was still on the order of business. His ear drums were being damaged beyond repair,not by the high pitched laugh but by the loud and bass boosted blaring noise music. He could already feel the headache coming in.

Yunho brought the lukewarm and flat beer to his lips. He finished the drink with a grimace before setting it on the edge of the bar, his eyes scanning the amalgamation of sweaty bodies grinding and pressing against each other.

"Why the long face?" Wooyoung asked as he slipped to his tall friend's side.

Yunho sighed and chose to answer the question with another one.

"Why did you bring me here again?" He asked, round eyes turning sharp as he peered at the younger man.

"Oh I don't know," Wooyoung started sarcastically. "Maybe to drag you out of your cave for once?" He replied in disbelief, he should be grateful he’s being such a good friend to him!

Yunho only rolled his eyes and grunted in annoyance at his response. Why did he care this much that he enjoyed staying in and being on his own? 

"Look at Mingi," Wooyoung said over the music. Yunho followed his gaze to glance at his other friend on the other side of the club. "He knows how to have a good time!" Wooyoung said with a smirk.

Yunho quirked his eyebrows as he observed Mingi chatting up not one but two girls. Whispering something in one girl's ear while he curled his arm around the waist of the other one. Making them both giggle and look up at him while he peered at them over his sunglasses. 

Mingi was Yunho’s friend. Maybe even his best friend but… he looked like a douche.

"What kind of guy wears sunglasses inside… at night?" Yunho spat.

"The kind that gets bitches," Wooyoung remarked, jabbing at Yunho. 

"Fuck off Woo," Yunho barked at him. 

Yeah so what? Yeah it had been a hot minute since he found himself being… intimate with a girl but it wasn't his fault! It was only because of his… issue…

"Come on dude you don't have to stay bitchless, you know?" Wooyoung nudged his tall friend. "Why don't you try your luck here with one of the dozens of women here that came for the same thing as you?"

"I," Yunho emphasized. "Did not come for that." He cleared his throat."And you know I never get very far Woo!" He barked again. Truthfully Wooyoung was getting on his nerves.

"Bro! There's no way you can't find just ONE girl here that would be willing to take on the drill?"

Yunho shushed him and looked around him frantically as if anyone could have heard him over the blaring music.

"I already told you not to call it that!!" Of course Wooyoung only laughed at his friend's concern.

"I'm sorry but it's only the truth. Like that massive thing can only be handled by a licensed professional." He laughed again.

"Fuck off!" Yunho repeated, unconsciously crossing his hands over his lower half. 

“No, but seriously. You just gotta find one that matches the vibe,” Wooyoung said, his eyes narrowing into a sly frown. His gaze wiped over the crowd while Yunho only sighed and rolled his eyes, turning his back to his friends to go get another beer. 

“Wait,” Wooyoung gripped on his shirt before Yunho had the time to flee his friend’s ridiculous plan. “What about this one?”

The tall man followed Wooyoung’s finger pointing at a girl sitting at the bar, seemingly alone and absentmindedly stirring the mint leaves in her mojito.

“Woo, can you please shut up for a second while I get myself another overpriced beer and try to forget about this conversation forever? Thank you!” Yunho said, exasperated and turning around again.

“No, no, no! Dude,” Wooyoung called him out again, holding his friend by his side. The shorter man rolled his eyes at his tall friend’s stubbornness. “I really have a good feeling about her.” Wooyoung insisted.

“And why is that?” This time it was Yunho’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Look at her, man!” Wooyoung pointed. “She’s slumping over the bar counter, she’s been stirring her mojito for the past ten minutes but hasn’t had a single sip of it. She keeps looking over at Mingi with a scornful pout and look! In a second she’s gonna check her watch again.” he paused for a second. “See!!” Wooyoung exclaimed and turned to his friend who looked rather unimpressed. “She’s like you, man! She does not want to be here and she’s at least as lonely as you.”

Yunho frowned at the younger man, that last bit was totally unnecessary. 

“Plus, she’s pretty! I know she’s your style.” Yunho frowned in an attempt to deny Wooyoung but it was true. Wooyoung felt like he was gaining the upper hand in the negotiations so he continued.

“You should go talk to her. Just talk!” Wooyoung added when he saw Yunho open his mouth to protest again. “I mean just talk, see if it goes anywhere and if it doesn't then it doesn’t and I promise I’ll kick Mingi’s ass back into the car and drive us all home right that second!” He pledges.

Yunho looked over again at his tall friend and his two targets of the night. Even though Mingi was considerably taller and bulkier than Wooyoung he knew about the latter’s determination and sheer force of will that would turn any wolf into a sheepish puppy. So he didn’t doubt one second that he would be doing just that.

But first at had to “shoot his shot” with… you.

The girl moping at the bar, as if a rain cloud was perpetually following her around. And there was a good reason for it. You recently got dumped. Your friends took you out to this club to celebrate and hopefully get you over him. You have felt relieved because Jongho was just a jerk to you and you have been slipping out of love for a while but still! It hurt that you had to come to the realization that it was over rie real this time around.

Granted you were in fact single but you were not so ready to mingle…yet. At some point in the evening they got tired of trying to cheer you up and just left you at the bar to enjoy the company of your little rain cloud by yourself.

“You don’t look like you’re having a great time either,” Yunho said, ordering another beer for himself. The deep voice pulled you out of your day dreaming as you looked up at him with round eyes. “Can I sit here?” he asked and you nodded silently. He didn’t let it show but he’s actually kind of relieved you didn’t turn him down on the spot.

“Yeah I'm not having the time of my life that’s for sure,” you sighed, clinking the melting ice cubes against the glass with your soggy paper straw.

“Why?” Yunho asked while casually wiping his sweaty palms over his distressed jeans.

You bit your lip, trauma dumping about your not-so-prince-charming jerkface of an ex to a total stranger wasn’t probably the best idea in the world even if the alcohol in your system said so, luckily you still had far too few drinks to start this conversation. So you opted for the easy going explanation.

“My friends ditched me for Mr Tall-Douchebag over there.” 

Yunho followed your gesture to Mingi bending over to whisper something in a girl's ear as he slid his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose while his other hand held onto the other girl’s bare waist, rubbing his thumb on her skin as she giggled, the cropped top she was wearing not concealing the skin there.

Mingi was Yunho’s friend but he was also a dog. And that was just the plain truth despite the fact that their friendship went back to middle school.

“Yeah that guy looks like an asshole,” Yunho said in all sincerity.

“No shit,” you scoffed “What kind of giga chad wears sunglasses in a club… at night?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and finally brought your straw to your lips to take a sip of the diluted mojito.

Yunho started to laugh. Maybe Wooyoung wasn't wrong after all there was something about you that was right for Yunho, somehow your vibes matched. He even started to relax ever so slightly next to you.

“But did you say ‘either’?” you questioned. “Does that imply you too are not having a grand ol’ time?”

Yunho chuckled humorlessly.

“Well, no. Not really,” he confessed as he grabbed the beer the barman was handing out.

You returned the mojito to the bar counter and turned to him, now that he was seeing you a little better you were indeed pretty, prettier than what the bar’s red and purple neons were leading on from a distance. But up close Yunho realized Wooyoung was right about that too, you were his type. 

He swallowed thickly, your undivided attention brought back a sense of nervousness into him and he sipped on his beer for a small dose of liquid courage. “I invited a couple of my friends over and we were supposed to stay in and play League but instead they ganged up on me and dragged me here,” he sighed. 

That was the truth! Yunho only carefully omitted all the parts where his friends made him sound like a lonely loser. So that wasn’t a lie! It was curated truth. He sipped on his beer once again to ease his nerves.

You gasped loudly and Yunho’s eyebrows arched in surprise at your reaction.

“Oh I wished I would have done that too,” you pouted, before taking another sip. “And how did they convince you to end up here then?” you asked once again, setting the glass down and looking up at the tall brunette seated next to you.

Uh oh.

That was bad. Yunho wasn’t actually the best at performing under pressure. And especially when said pressure was looking at him with shiny lips and such a wholesome and genuine smile.

“Well I-...uh,” Yunho started to stammer which seemed to entertain you as the genuine smile turned into an amused little grin. The tall man brushed his long bangs back in an attempt to regain his composure which worked to some extent. “I’ve been on my own for a while, too long if you listen to my friends and they said that maybe they could find me a nice girl to… keep me company,” he said before clearing his throat and pushing the lumps in his throat back with two large gulps of cool beer.

Wow, that was lame. So much for not sounding like a total loser…

“And I'm the nice girl you settled for?” you asked, breaking eye contact. Yunho felt uneasy again, he couldn't make of your expression right now. Did he blow his chance by being too sincere with you? And why did he feel so bad that he just might have? Did he want to impress you that bad? When initially he only wanted to exchange a couple of sentences just to call it quits and get Wooyoung to drive him home but now was he actually trying?

“Too honest maybe?” Yunho said before pinching his lip between his teeth as you shrugged nonchalantly and took another sip. 

Yes, maybe a little too honest indeed you thought as the drink was basically only water at this point. You were just another girl that was to be used to feel a little less lonely…

“Ughh. I suck at this,” Yunho groaned in frustration.

“At what?” you asked, his tone peaking your curiosity right when you thought you had figured him out.

“At this!” Yunho said, gesturing at the air between the both of you. “At chatting up pretty girls! At flirting!” He sighed again, feeling defeated.

Key word: pretty. 

You grinned, you too felt lonely and you figured there was no harm in helping each other out. For tonight at least.

“It’s okay,” you said, suddenly wrapping your hand around his, tightly holding the beer pint. Which made him stiffen in the uncomfortable bar stool. “I don't really like the smooth talkers anyways.” You sent him a cheeky wink and Yunho felt like his stomach had somehow acquired a trampoline. 

“Really?” he said, lips going round in surprise, eyes snapping to where you were rubbing small circles on the back of his hand.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, satisfied with the effet this simple touch had on him. “I’m not really into fuck boys,” you said, gesturing to the tall man in sun glasses once more.

Yunho knew you were referencing Mingi again but he didn’t have it in him to peel his eyes off you to look at him. His eyes traveled from your hand on, up the curve of your arm, to the low neckline of your beautiful black dress and finally (with much effort) to your own eyes fixated in his. Yunho was mesmerized, like a shipwrecked sailor being bewitched by the chant of a siren, like a parched pariah catching sight of an oasis on the horizon after days of wandering in the desert. 

“So…” he started hesitantly, his heart beating against his ribs and resonating in his ears. “If I offered you a ride home to get out of this hell hole and get to know each other, would you maybe say yes?” 

It wasn’t a coincidence that Yunho spoke in the conditional tense. He didn’t want to jinx himself, he never was the superstitious kind but as he was experiencing this streak of luck with you he found himself to be. 

You chuckled again at his cuteness. 

“Yes,” you said, batting your eyelashes flirtatiously. “Yes, I would.”

***

It wasn't long before you found yourselves tangled up into each other on your couch, your last drinks getting warm on the coffee table, barely even touched.

To your surprise, Yunho’s hold is gentle and patient. You felt comfortable in his arms as his warm and large palms gently pressed against your nape. His soft lips finding yours and pulling you in this delicate kiss, almost like a good morning kiss. It isn't rushed at all, like he has the whole day (or in this case night) to get to know you and to give you a thousand more. If he really was as touch deprived as he claimed to be he wasn't letting it on at all.

That raised suspicion on your side and you broke the kiss. Immediately Yunho’s eyes fluttered open and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, worry taking over his features again.

“So,” you start, slightly shifting in his hold. “Tell me why you said you weren’t good at flirting again?” you say as you plan a soft kiss in the crook of his neck, making his Adam's apple bobble in his throat. He could feel himself getting hard and you felt his finger lightly twitch around your nape. “Because to me it seems like you are pretty good at it.” You licked a large swipe on his blazing skin and drew back to look at him. “I mean, less than an hour ago I was moping on my own in the club…” you slipped your hand up his shirt to undo the first button. “And now I'm all over you, kissing you and about to do much more,” you whispered softly. The promise of what’s to come has Yunho’s length jumping between his thighs. 

“I thought you’d be all over me, tearing my clothes off the second I got to lock the doors. But there you are taking your sweet time. It doesn't add up.” You popped off another button and slipped your hands over his collar bone.

Yunho was torn between the heat that pooled in his stomach with every single one of your touches and the actual dread he felt to move things forward. Because he knew all too well what usually happened at this point of the story. 

And although it was actually fear that kept him from tearing every single article of clothing clean off your body, you mistook it for some kind of elaborate plan to get you alone.

“I’m actually pretty nervous, that's why I haven’t done… a lot more,” he said, hesitantly.

“About what, baby?” you cooed, latching your lips on his skin again, earning a cute little whimper, your fingers working their way down to the last couple of buttons still holding his shirt together.

The pet name made Yunho’s heart sing, thousands of butterflies launching in his stomach, sending waves of tingles towards his groin. 

“Because this is usually where it stops.” He let out a shaky breath as you pushed the cotton off one of his shoulders and let your fingertips drag across his soft skin, going down to his collarbone to his pecs to his abs. “Because the girls usually leave at this point.”

“Why?” you said, lips still pressed to his skin, hands reaching the button of his jeans.

“Because I’m…” Yunho hissed as your other hand came in to play with his nipple while you still went down, your hand brushing over the jeans. “Because I’m too big.”

There. He said it.

This coincides with the moment your hand laid over the colossal bulge in Yunho’s pants. You couldn't help but to stop everything, you stayed there frozen upon your discovery.

Yunho could only close his eyes shut as he felt you immobile all of a sudden. 

Well, it was fun while it lasted at least.

“I can go if you want me to,” he said as neutral as possible, but he couldn't help but let disappointment tint his voice. He can’t explain why but it felt different this time, he really wanted it to work with you. He wanted you.

“No!” you said as you held onto him when he shifted to get out of your hold and onto his feet. “Wait,” your fingers gliding over the bulge, moving once more. Instantly he sat down again against you. You cupped him, gauging the size and evaluating the challenge at hand, said challenge generously spilling out of your grasps as it could not be contained within your palm.

“We could at least try, right?”

“Really?” he exclaimed, before letting out a choked gasp as your grip grew a little tighter.

“Yeah,” you sighed, still gently rubbing over his hard on. “I’m determined and stubborn and my parents didn't raise no quitter,” you said, trying to throw some humor onto this to deescalate the situation and it did the trick.

“The only thing is… I don't think I have a condom that would fit you,” you say, suddenly bashful.

“Oh… hm. I brought mine” Yunho started to pat his pockets hastily. “It’s in my wallet, in my vest, in the… car,” he said, voice growing quieter as he realized he will have to go get it.

You then hopped on your feet. Yunho hips instinctively bucking up, chasing the friction.

“How about you go get it and come back to meet me in the bedroom?”

Yunho only nodded vigorously before you turned on your feet and walked to one of the closed doors of the hall, he couldn't stop his eyes from falling down to look at your ass roll in the black dress as you walked away. You turned back before disappearing behind the door.

“Don't take too long, ok?” you teased him with a smile.

Yunho didn’t need more to snap him out of his trance and run, no, fly to his car. He barged in the hallway of the apartment complex, not even trying for the elevator, he knew with his long legs he'd be faster if he took the stairs. So he flew over the two flights of stairs and ran to his car to practically rip the wallet from the inner pocket of his coat and stuffed the condom in his back pocket before swallowing the two flights of stairs again and coming back into the apartment, short of breath. 

As afraid as he was a couple of minutes ago to go faster with you, now every second where he didn't have you to himself felt like an eternity.

The apartment was completely dark except for a ray of light that was coming from under the door you disappeared behind. Yunho velvet traded across the living room to the hall and to the door, guided by the line of light.

He delicately pushed in. And he felt like he had opened Pandora's box. He found you completely nude, waiting cross legged on the edge of your bed for him. The dim light from the nightstand sweeping across your form and casting the otherworldly shadow of your divine outline onto the wall. You were absolutely sublime. A sight that went straight to his groin, pumping brand new and boiling blood to his half hard member. 

You sat up straight putting both your feet flat on the ground as Yunho approached you. You held your palm flat to him without a word and he handed over the magnum condom in a black and gold packing. You settled in on the nightstand before bringing your attention back to the elephant (quite fitting term) in the room. 

Now that he was standing close to you and you were really at eye level with the thing you were really getting a feel for it. Yunho was indeed really big, the thick outline of his length progressed way down his pants legs making it impossible to miss. 

You gently undid the button of his jeans and pulled on his zipper, the vibrations on his length making him frown, completely entranced by your hand moving on him.

You hooked your fingers onto the waistband of the pants and his underwear and very gently pulled the fabric down, Yunho’s open shirt still floating as his sides. Gradually you had a peep at the trimmed hair of his pubic bone and then you uncovered the base of his cock. He was incredibly girthy and it only got bigger as you continued to pull on his pants. It was only when you were mid thigh that the member sprung free infront of your face and you audibly gasped at the size. 

The girthy member sat heavily between Yunho’s thighs, the tip an angry shade of red and profusely leaking at the slit. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't have masked how eager he was for you. His cock has been leaking ever since you got in his car and he got to smell your flowery perfume without the parasitizing smell of smoke and alcohol from the club. But that he couldn’t possibly say out loud.

He held his breath when you wrapped both your hands around his base, his cock twitching at the minimal contact of your fingers interlaced around him. You were still measuring him, getting an idea. He was as long as your forearm and as thick as your fist. 

In other words, he was ridiculously big. If he had said one hour ago when you were back at the club that he was walking around with a literally third leg you would have laughed in his face and left him there. But now that you’re seeing it with your very eyes, it was different.

Yunho grew nervous as you stayed there eyeing him down with this puzzled expression.

“So what do you say?” He asked, his toes wiggling on the carpeted flood nervously. 

You didn’t even say anything back, only aimed the tip at your lips and started to lick around the sensitive cock head. Yunho emitted the most beautiful sound you had ever heard, a deep sigh of relief and pleasure as he let his head roll back, his large palm instantly finding your hair to intertwine his fingers with it.

You licked around the tip thoroughly, earning more airy sighs from the brunette before you pursed your lips and sent a big wad of spit on it. Making him moan a little clearer as you dragged your warm spit down to his base with both hands. You spat again to make sure to lubricate him thoroughly, before taking him in your mouth.

As soon as your lips wrapped around the tip, you heard Yunho softly curse from above you. Your lips stretched around the girthy tip with difficulty and slid down as far as you could manage until he hit the back of your throat, and you weren’t even halfway through. 

But Yunho didn't mind—it was the first time somebody even got that far and he swore he could have cum just by the look you gave him when your eyes snapped back to him and he saw your pretty face stuffed full of his fat cock, hair slightly disheveled by his doing and eyes glazed over with unspilled tears and your pretty mouth stretched to an unbelievable extent. 

You felt him twitch on your tongue before you popped him out, taking a deep breath and going down again. His free hand dipped down to play with your breasts, he cupped them and flicked your hardened nipples a couple of times making you moan on his cock. 

“Fuck baby,” he breathed. “Your mouth feels so good,” he panted. The praise made you confident enough to push your head a little further down, his cock reaching down to a brand new depth inside your throat.

“Fuckkkk,” Yunho sighed his hand on your hair holding you there for a second, just long enough for him to feel your gag reflex triggering and your throat clamping down on his cock trying to reject the massive foreign object that was obstructing your air pipes. When he pulled out again long strings of thick saliva linked your red and swollen lips to the raging tip of his cock and you coughed a couple of times, choking, the air burning your sore throat.

“Need you on my tongue right now. Wanna taste you,” he whispered as he practically tore the shirt off his shoulders and slipped out of his pants. He gently pushed you towards the bed so you would be laid on your back and very gently his big hand wrapped around your thighs to pull them apart to finally lay eyes on your center. 

Yunho licked his lips in anticipation as he watched your glistening folds covered with your slick, the transparent liquid cascading from your entrance and running down your thighs, some even staining your bedding. He swiped a single finger on your slit, gathering some of your arousal.

“Fuck, baby you got this wet just by having my cock in your mouth,” Yunho smirked when he noticed you twitched at his words. So you liked a little dirty talk, that was good to know. He brought the digit covered with your essence to his mouth, moaning against his own fingers as your sweet and velvety nectar enveloped his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

Yunho pulled on your hips so your ass would sit at the edge and he kneeled on the ground. He planted a couple soft kisses on your inner thighs and pubic bone, making you squirm, itching to be touched in the right places. Maybe next time he’ll make you beg for it but today he needed you as much as you needed him.

He gently wrapped his mouth around your clit, taking the swollen bud into his mouth and sucking on it gently. Your reaction was immediate, it has been quite a long time since you have felt the touch of somebody else and Yunho was good at what he was doing. 

He went down to dip his tongue inside of you, parting your folds with his tongue and tasting the deepest parts of you, you arch your back and his name rolls off your tongue.

“Aaah, hmph… Yun-ho,” you struggled to say as you unconsciously started to roll your hips against his face, smearing your juices over his cheeks and chin.

The way you called out his name and fucked yourself back on his face, shamelessly using his mouth to chase after your high had him leaking on he floor, as his aching cock sat heavily between his thighs.

That’s when he chose to stick to long fingers inside your tight heat, making you moan louder and stop dead in your tracks. You don't know how he managed that but he somehow found the perfect angle right away, curling the two digits right into your sweet spot, so you stayed put, exactly where you are while he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

He alternated between fast strokes then slower ones when he rolled his fingertips inside you teasing your g spot, to then go back to the quicker pace. Taking you on this rollercoaster of pleasure where he made you go up and down but never to your peak. 

Yunho had no intent on making you cum, at least not right now, now he only wanted to prep you to take him inside you. He was stretching you out as much as possible to make sure he could fit his huge cock inside your tiny little pussy. 

You had figured out that much but that it didn’t keep you from slowly growing frustrated and therefore hungry for more. Much more.

So he slipped a fourth finger in.

At this point your body was covered with a light sheen of sweat making you beautifully glisten as the dim night stand lamp shone on you. 

You gasped at how full you felt, arching your back, your hands fisting the sheets as you called his name again.

“You’re doing so good.” He pressed a soft kiss on your sensitive bundle of nerves. “My good girl,” he cooed before he started to swirl his tongue around your clit, making your cunt clamp harder around his fingers.

You felt yourself throb at the possessive pronouns. You both knew you weren’t his. But for the both of you it was what felt good. You’ll have plenty of time to feel lonely again in the morning. Just for tonight you belonged to each other. 

Your hands flew between your thighs where your fingers untangled with the long strands of brown hair, tugging at it, your frustration getting the best of you. 

Yunho enjoyed the dull burn on his scalp as he kept on abusing your swollen bud, sucking licking and flicking it. Until he felt you throb on his tongue. But before he could finish you he felt you pull on his hair hard enough for him to look up at you.

You were panting, your chest heaving up and down, disheveled from thrashing your head around and pushing it back into the mattress.

“Wanna cum on your cock,” you urged, panting, as plainly as that. After all of this teasing, you wanted to save your appetite for the main course. 

Yunho could have bursted and cum all over the carpet with just those words. But instead he got back up and grabbed the rubber from your night stand, tearing the wrapper away and rolling the condom down his huge cock.

When he came back between your thighs he laid his cock on your stomach, and that's when you fully understood what you got yourself into. The sheer weight of the thing was in itself impressive but that was nothing compared to the size of it. It reached all the way to your midriff, the massive thing laying menacingly on your bare, sweaty skin.

Yunho then took the thick base in his hand and rubbed his tip at your entrance, coating it with your slick.

“You ready?” he asked, cheeks taking a pink hue, flashing you the most adorable of coy smile as if he wasn’t tongue fucking you a second ago. You only nodded, bracing yourselves. Scared but foremost eager to be filled up again.

“Try to breathe, okay?” he advised right before he started to push himself inside you. Instinctively you let out a whine at the way your walls stretched around him as he gradually, very gently pushed his huge cock inside. You caught your lips between your teeth as your brows met on your forehead. Yunho was very attentive and didn't bat an eye to make sure he could read your micro expression, so he could adapt the pace. He knew when to let you take a breather and when to keep pushing in. So when you let out a small cry and your hips jerked upwards slightly, he stopped.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, soft voice laced with concern. 

“Well the obvious answer is yes.” You chuckled softly at his adorable worried expression. “But at the same time… It feels so good,” you said, half whispering, half moaning. And you felt his cock twitch inside you.

That was the very first time somebody has ever said that to him. He would lie if he said he didn't like that.

“Please keep going,” you said, whiny tone bordering on begging. 

“Fuck baby,” Yunho breathed out. “Say that again.” His voice was somewhat urgent.

“Please Yunho, fill me up, I wanna feel you all inside of me.”

Yunho cursed under his breath again. He didn't need more to push the last couple of centimeters inside you. And just like that you’re full of him. He flipped both of your legs on his sturdy shoulder and leaned forward to kiss you. The softness is masked by the state of extreme urgency in which you both find yourselves, the kiss is messy, sloppy, heated. Your teeth grazing against each other before you stick your tongue out to let Yunho suck on it, you taste yourself on his tongue making you light headed before you bit on Yunho’s bottom lip to let his lip snap back against his teeth.

“Please fuck me,” you whispered against his teeth.

“Anything for you, my baby.” 

He started to pull out gently and pushed in again, with each thrust he went faster, his large frame still laid over you as he fucked you in the mating press. The position was just perfect, with both his feet firmly on the ground, Yunho had great control over his movements and could easily adjust the pace as a plus the angle was absolutely divine.

You whined and whimpered and cried with each stroke, his big cock perfectly brushing and poking at your soft spot, deep, deep inside you. A spot nobody had ever been able to reach, not even yourself. The new found source of pleasure made you cry out in bliss, your cunt taking a vice grip around Yunho’s huge cock.

“Fuck,” you yelped. “You’re so…aaah… big,” you moaned. “Feel so good inside me. Please keep going? Fuck me please,” your words were slurred, you barely made any sense but it didn’t matter. Yunho knew exactly what you meant.

“You’re so good, baby. So good to me.”

He moaned against your mouth, prying your jaw open with his thumb and letting his tongue slip into your mouth, his warm spit running down your tongue. You swallowed his saliva, along with each of his pants and grunts. The way you felt around him was surreal, your wet sopping cunt coating him with your slick making it so easy to slip in and out of you, so much so that at some point he found himself absolutely drilling into your guts, completely losing himself inside you. The lewd wet noises bouncing off the small dark room as he rearranged your guts.

“I won't last for long,” he whined, eyes closing shut as he tried his best not to burst.

“I’m almost there,” you said, your legs tensing up and wrapping around Yunho’s hips.

He stood back up straight and put one hand on your waist firmly gripping your side to pull you back on his cock every time he thrusted in. Admiring the outline of his cock poking inside of your stomach creating a visible bulge with every snap of his hips. He laid his large hand over your stomach, lightly pressing, making you yelp and feeling every come and go as his thumb found your swollen and throbbing clit.

The sudden pleasure made you cry out a sob. Yunho started to play with your clit as he is deep inside your guts. Drawing tight circles on it, teasing it so perfectly that you grew even tighter around him.

“Please be my good girl and cum for me,” he said in a strangled moan, knowing he could only last for a few more seconds. Snapping his hips into yours, making your tits jump with each powerful thrust. “Please cum,” he begged in a desperate little whimper, as he wanted nothing than to make you cum but he also knew he could only keep up for a few more agonizingly long (at least to him) seconds.

That's when you crossed the edge, your walls fluttered around his big cock as you reached your peak, white heat radiating from your core to each of your limbs, making your body shake uncontrollably and your cunt grip into Yunho’s length like its life depended on it. You were completely delirious with pleasure, the earth shattering orgasm washing over you and convincing you the monstrous cock plowing into you had definitively ruined you for anyone else. You didn’t see how you could ever be stratified again with any other cock.

The twitch of your cunt is Yunho’s queue to finally let go as well. He pulled out of you and ripped the condom away. He only had to give it a couple of strokes before cumming all over you. Thick white ropes of burning hot cum spurting out of his slit and crashing on your heated skin. Yunho had never cum so hard, his cock is like an open tap. Squirting cum all over your stomach, your tits and some powerful spurts even reaching your pretty face, which you hurriedly lick off your lips and chin. Making Yunho’s huge cock twitch in his balled fist.

He nearly collapsed when he’s done, his legs suddenly turning into jelly. But he still managed to haphazardly wander into the bathroom to give you a clean washcloth he found and even goes back to the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

After that he blacked out next to you, completely drained (in more ways than one). You chuckled next to him when you heard him snort softly as you set your still half full drink on the nightstand and switch off the light. Naturally finding your place snuggled up against him.

***

The incessant vibrations of his phone abandoned in the pocket of his jeans was what woke up Yunho the next morning. He got off the bed half asleep and picked the device to answer the call. Because he was still in a daze he didn’t check the caller but he definitely should have when he heard Wooyoung yell at the end of the line.

“SO DID YOU GO BACK TO HER PLACE??? DID SHE SURVIVE THE DRILL?????” he spat out question after question, not taking the time to breathe between each one. Yunho shushed him right away, looking back over his shoulder at your sleeping figure.

“Shut up! she’s sleeping!” Yunho said as he struggled to turn down the volume on his phone.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” the speaker resonated even louder. “Come by to my place we’re going to brunch, you’ll tell me all about it and then I promise I’ll play all the League you want for the rest of eternity after that!” Wooyoung pledge as Yunho chuckled. That's exactly why he loved him.

“Brunch and then League?” Yunho heard your groggy voice from behind. “That sounds fun…” 

“I’ll call you back,” Yunho briefly said before hanging on a screaming Wooyoung. He beamed at you. 

“Wanna come with?”

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a/n: oooffff omg that was something. i had so much fun writing this and omg i loved yunho in this he was so cute but hot ughhhhh. tell me if you liked it. that would make me so happy and i will def kiss u if do <3333

[keeira2]

OFF LIMITS (PART2)

part 1 >> part 2

s2rafe cameron x barryslittlesister!reader

summary: rafe and y/n meet again, but when barry has to leave them alone together, they just can’t control themselves..

warnings: drugs mentioned, drug use, snorting, smoking, kissing?, smut, more smut, uhh smut, degrading, sort of manipulation if u squint, swearing, dark!rafe and soft!rafe in the same fic!! :O MDNI 18+ ONLY, if i miss any pls lmk!!

a/n: i js realised i messed up the first part smh so ima fix that now but i’m actually rlly enjoying writing this, mayb i’m ass nd nobody’s saying anything but if anyone likes it ily, this ones def smutty so pls viewer discretion!! also if ppl want more parts lmk cs i’m happy to write more :33

weeks went by without even thinking of ur encounter with the not so charming kook..

another boring day at home by yourself once again, so ur snorting lines on ur vanity after dolling urself up with ur perfectly trashy makeup nd freshly washed hair.

ur wearing a thrifted tshirt which ended right at ur belly button, ur fav denim shorts which left nothing to the imagination and ur stripy thigh high socks.

a loud slam of the door and bickering voices interrupt ur lovely high followed by barrys speaker blasting some nasty music “barry!!” you yell out in frustration, he turned it up louder. finally you had enough, storming out to the living room, slamming ur door shut and prepared to go off until your stopped by the sight of barry smoking a j with none other than the kook.

fuck he looked so good with his hair all messy, his eyes glossy nd exhaling the smoke. but he couldn’t know that, you can almost smell is ego, u can’t let yourself feed into it. so you ignore his smirk as he watches you, arms crossed standing there with ur brows furrowed.

“barry! shut that shit off it’s too loud!” barry just looks at you with half shut eyes and laughs faintly before inhaling again. jesus do i have to do everything myself??

you stomp over to where the speaker is sitting and unplug it, causing very stoned barry to turn around in frustration “HEY! what’d you do that for? we’re js chillin’” hes slurring over his words, yk damn well he’s not gonna listen to you.

you plug the speaker back in, earning cheers from barry and the kook, “yeh yeh whatever barry. js give me some” your tone riddled in sarcasm you drop down on the couch between them, snatching the blunt out of barrys hand, taking a longgg, NEEDED inhale before blowing it out. you lean back into the plushy couch, savouring the feeling.

you can feel the kooks burning gaze as he eyes you up and down, his tongue grazing his lower lip before looking back up again. ‘if i’m gonna sit through this i may as well be fucked up’ you stand up quickly and rush to your room , his eyes following you, you grab ur pink glittery bong from ur vanity which is covered in the cuntiest charms.

you skip back to the living room to see barry heading towards the front door, “where’re u going?” you ask confused.

“gotta go handle some things i’ll be back by tonight. don’t let rafe bother you too much, alright?” he doesn’t even give you a chance to respond before tucking his gun into his shorts and slamming the door behind him.

rafe, huh? cute.. for a kook. you plop down right next to him, bong in hand. while ur packing you hear a groan from behind you. turning around rafe has his head back against the couch, peaking to where your ass meets the pillowy cushions. “eyes are up here rafe” you scoff before the cone piece is full. snatching the lighter out of rafes hand nd ripping the massive cone until your mouth is completly dry nd ur throat starts to burn.

“mmhm, love it when you say my name,” he whispers behind you ,”your rlly pretty, yk that?”your thighs impulsively clench together when he eyes you down once again. the weed is officially taking affect, you rest ur head back into the couch and rafe slips his arm around ur shoulder, scooching closer to you. ‘woww so smooth’ u think to yourself, rolling your eyes.

don’t get me wrong hes got a massive ego, he’s arrogant and he’s cocky. BUT he’s so insanely hot nd u rllyy wanna fuck him. with barry gone you have the perfect opportunity, nd u know he wants it too.

you move ur head to the side to look at him, his lustful eyes already piercing through yours, your thighs noticeably squirming together, you need him so bad.

he leans in until your lips meet his. starting off soft nd slow, quickly turns into tongue and teeth, he’s desperate for you nd u can feel his massive bulge when he takes ur hand to cover it.

“feel how hard you make me, hm?” he groans.

his hands holding ur waist greedily, as if he’s afraid you’ll run away.

“do u wanna fuck me?” you pull back staring at him with doe eyes, ur hands to his chest. impressed with your boldness he eagerly nods before leaning into another hungry kiss, but you pull away.

you snatch his hand and lead him into your room, immediately pushing him onto the bed. you have full control, it’s not usually your preference but it works. ripping off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in ur bra, panties, nd ur thigh highs, coming up to straddle his lap. you hold his jaw in ur hand and kiss him ravenously. u eventually tug at his shirt in attempt to pull it off, finally breaking the kiss he rips it off and pulls u in again.

“ur so fucking hot y/n,” he moans into the kiss, “gonna have you begging for me, princess.”

you feel him suddenly crawl out from under you and throw you into the bed, you can’t help but let out a squeal when he pulls u by your hips and starts ripping ur panties down. “ur a fucking slut, only just learnt my name nd ur already squirming under me, basically begging me to fuck you.” he lands a hard smack to your ass before tugging at his belt, letting his jeans fall, nd pushing his boxers down just enough for his huge veiny cock to sit up hitting his stomach.

ur head turned nd u whimper at the sight of it, u already know he’s gonna stretch you out. he loves the look of fear in ur eyes as u take him in but harshly puts his hand on the back of ur head pushing ur face into the pillows. without any warning at all, he starts ploughing his massive cock into ur soaked tight cunt. you scream at the impact, tears welling in your eyes as he fucks you with no remorse.

“r-rafe, ah fuck PLEASE,” you plead, “s-slower!!” the sound of you making him plough even deeper and harsher into ur desperate cunt.

“ur gonna fucking take it like the filthy whore you are,” he groans, making you instantly wetter, the pleasure and pain making you so so close.

your full on sobbing now, but you fucking love it. another harsh smack to ur ass, “quit fucking crying unless you want me to really hurt you” his degrading words make you squeeze around his cock, ur hands gripping ur sheets as you scream out, “fuckkkkk rafe” your body shaking when ur met with the most mind blowing orgasm of ur life, ur literally seeing stars.

“ah fuck” u hear from rafe, feeling his thrusts get sloppier and his warm come filling ur swollen pussy. the overstimulation making your legs shake uncontrollably.

finally his thrusts stop and he releases his tight grip from ur head, collapsing next to you.

ur sobs are now quiet whimpers, his cum dripping down ur thighs. he turns his body to face yours, his hand cupping your cheek.

“shh, don’t cry beautiful, u took it so fucking well” he comforts you, which surprisingly made you feel so much better. he pulls you onto his bare chest, his hand now playing with your hair.

the warm feeling of ur body sprawled across his makes his heart swell. u are perfect, and he’s gonna fucking ruin you.

[adoresia]

✦˚₊ TRUST ME I GOT NOTHING FOR YOU OTHER THAN LOVE…

Pairing : E42 Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Miles finds it hard to open up to you about whats going on in his life, after a little persuading he finally tells you about whats bothering him so much.

Sierra speaks : FIRST OF ALL… thank you guys so much for all the love on my last fic it means so much to me🫶🏾🥹 it took so long for me to build up the courage to start posting… Here is another fic i had in my notes to make you guys happy! I litterally have a bunch of fics and fic ideas stored for myself and now..im sharing them with you!🥳 enjoy!! also this is a little longer than i had planned…

Warnings ❕: Miles almost crying 🥹, rubbish spanish, heavly suggestive (oops), kissing, cussing, teasing???.

Listen too’s :

YALL BETTER LISTEN TO THE SONGS I PAIR WITH THESE FICS ISTG.

You leaned on the railing on your balcony, eyes fixated on Miles’s tall figure walking back and forth outside your apartment complex.

It was well pass midnight and the street lights were the only thing illuminating the darkness of your Brooklyn neighbourhood.

He was by himself smoking a blunt. He knew you hated when he smoked so he attempted to keep it from you, however this time he couldn’t really hold himself back.

Life was dragging him through the dirt right now, with the passing of his father and the pressure of being prowler on his back, you could almost mistake Miles for being mute. A part of his life had been ripped away.

And you couldn’t blame him.

It was a struggle for him to open up to you, and despite being together for almost a year, he still struggled to talk to you, to fully open up to you. And even though you welcomed him into your life with open arms, he still did not feel complete. Nothing could replace what he had lost.

Before Miles had found himself outside the both of you were cuddling. With Miles laid between both of your legs, his head rested on your chest while you massaged his scalp with your nails.

Since his arrival he had not uttered a word to you apart from :

“hey baby, ima just stay here from a bit if thats okay.”

He hugged you tight, even tighter than ever before. You could tell something was up, but you let him go at his own pace, weather he wanted to tell you about it or not he knew you would always be there for him.

So here you both lay in silence on your bed, your sheets draped over the both of you. It was like that for an hour. Miles fiddling with the hem of your bra staring at your desk chair.

He blinked like 20 times in the last hour, you could tell he was lost in his thoughts. He looked so over it, and it pained you that there was nothing you could do to help him liven up a little. You kept assuring yourself that it would be temporary. Seeing Miles sad made you sad.

But as the minuted went by Miles stay lost in his sunken thoughts. You couldn’t bare watch him in this state for any longer, even if it meant you had to push him a little.

“What’s wrong hermoso? i’ve never seen you so…down.”

“Nada, Mami. just... thinking.”

“About what papa? sabes que puedes decirme cualquier cosa.”

Miles responded with a hum, not bothering to open his mouth again as it was smushed against your cleavage. The familiar sound of silence re-entered the room, theres nothing else you could say.

“Ima go outside for a bit baby, ill be back.”

He lifted himself off of you so suddenly, sliding on his shoes and giving you a peck on the top of your head without even giving you time to process.

“Where are you going? do you want me to come with-“

“No. I’ll only be a few seconds chiquita.”

“but.”

There were no ‘buts’ he had already shut your door before you could bombard him with questions. Instead your mind filled with them.

Did you push him away? Did you ask too much? say, too much?

Thats how you found yourself staring down at him in the middle of the night, worried. His puffer jacket stay thrown on your desk chair, he had not even thought about bringing it with him, knowing it was quite cold outside. Was he really that desperate to leave? to leave you?

You took a deep breath and decided it was about time you went down for him. You picked up your hoodie, or rather his hoodie; one you stole from him when you went over to his place, sliding into it like a huge blanket.

You put on your slides and grabbed his puffer jacket. Leaving your phone behind.

Pressing on the exit button of your apartment complex you stepped outside. Making sure to put a block on the door so it wouldn’t close, trapping you outside.

You walked towards him almost tip toeing so he couldn’t hear you. You came to a stop behind him watching the smoke blow away with the wind while he brought his arm down beside him, blunt in hand.

“I know your there ma.”

“…”

he laughed looking over his shoulder, you smiled handing him his puffer.

“Its so cold out here even this hoodie isn’t doing me justice, put your jacket on Milo.”

He took his jacket from your hands holding it to his side, seemingly unfazed by your words and the cold.

“Not as an accessory, miles. Put it on. Please.”

“You’re shivering ma, you look like you need it more than i do.”

And instead he places each of the arm holes over your shoulder. You gave up, there was no point in convincing him, and anyways you were still cold even with his giant hoodie on. Goosebumps laddered on your thighs because of your extra short- shorts.

“Hand me the blunt at least. You know i don’t like when you smoke.”

You held your hand out so he could replace the cold air blowing over your palm with the wrapped blunt.

“Yeah im sorry. I’ll try to stop.”

“Sorry doesn’t mean anything if your not gonna change.”

“I know ma. I promise I’ll try.”

“Good.” You stood in-front of him, squinting your eyes.

“Where yo glasses?”

“Inside.”

“Why didn’t you bring them?”

“Because i wasn’t thinking about that at the time. Which actually beings me to why i’m here. I’m worried about you, Miles. You won’t talk to me and if you let these feelings bottle up inside you it won’t…end well.”

“What your gonna break up with me if i dont talk?”

“No… i meant-“

“Then i don’t need to talk. As long as i have you with me theres no need to worry.”

Silence filled the atmosphere between you two again. Miles could sense your disappointment. He let a moment go by watching you huff as you gave up trying to figure out whats wrong with him. You started to make your way back to your apartment before he stopped you with his words.

“Its Ma.”

You spun yourself around to face his back.

“mhmmm.” you signalled for him to continue, walking towards him.

“I aint never seen her this down since dad passed. Her job is taking every single ounce of energy and happiness out of her, she leaves at like 6 in the morning to come home at God knows what time during the night and falls asleep on the couch. She doesn’t have time to even get anything to eat before she has to get up again the next morning to go to work. I can count on my fingers the amount of words she’s said to me this whole week. And last night…”

He came to an abrupt stop, bringing his pointer finger and thumb up to the inner part of his eyes trying to stop himself from crying in front of you.

He let his bottom lip fall letting out a sigh.

“Its okay Milo, you don’t have to finish the rest if you don’t want to. It’s just you and me bonito you can cry, déjalo salir.”

Still with your reassurance he refused to let you see him in this state, but was unable to control the single tear that threatened to drop.

You wiped both his eyes with the pads of your thumb until there was no tears left on his face or his waterline.

“Milo, you don’t have to act all big nd tuff around me. Everyone cries yknow?” you looked up at him while wrapping your arms around him.

“You are so good to me mi amor, ion deserve you.”

“Corny. But i know.” you smiled closing your eyes in his embrace.

he laughed breathily before giving you a kiss to your forehead.

He held your hand turning his head signaling for you both to go back inside.

“It’s low-key getting a bit cold now. I think the only thing keeping me warm was that weed.”

He looked at the now smushed up ball what remained from his blunt. Before eyeing you up and down.

“Cmon lets go, not even these two layers are keeping me warm.”

You pulled on his arm directing him back inside the apartment complex.

Once you got to your door you scrambled everywhere for your keys. Your short pockets, Jacket pockets, hoodie pockets, shit you even checked your afro. Before you thought back to when you grabbed Miles’s jacket and left the room while your keys sat still on your desk.

“Fuck. were locked out.”

“You for real?”

“Nah im just pretending i left the keys inside so we can stay out here in the cold.” you rolled your eyes, thinking maybe that wouldn’t he a bad idea as long as you were with Miles.

He leaned against the wall next to your apartment door pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head on his chest, the beat of his heart ringing in your ears.

His lips hovered over your head before placing gentle kisses on your scalp.

“How many kisses are you gonna give me Milo.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No..” You smiled to yourself.

“Then stop complaining.”

Lifting his hand from your waist Miles cupped your chin lifting it up so that your eyes would lay on his. His pupil fell to your lips and then back to your eyes. You knew what was up.

“No.”

“Fuck you mean ‘No’.”

Miles mimicked you while you laughed at him, he looked at you unamused.

“Im joking Milo, kiss me.”

“No.”

“FUCK YOU MEAN NO?”

Now it was Miles’s turn to laugh, although you didn’t find it funny a smile still crept up on your face as you narrowed your eyes at him and pondered.

His laugh reminded you of him 2 years ago, when he had a softer personality, happily striding to you or anyone around him with a proud smile on his face, you missed it. And you know he did too.

You stood up still leaning on him but on the tip of your toes. You wrapped your hand around his nape and pulled him in for a well anticipated kiss.

Your lips locked with his, coming together like a jigsaw puzzle. For a moment you envisioned kissing Miles for the first time a year ago, how he didn’t see you coming when you pecked him on the lips. And how he pulled you back kissing you desperately with deep desire.

You lifted up your other arm and wrapped it around his neck while you played with the tip of his braids. Miles wondered his hands down from underneath your shirt to just under your ass. His fingers pushed gently against your skin shooting tingles throughout your body.

At this point your knees were getting weak as your head swayed against his, your mind went into a haze as the heat from the kiss sent you into a bliss. You felt Miles tug on your bottom lip granting himself access to your mouth.

Both your heads sped up the pace bobbing over eachother in sync, Miles feeling insatiable lifted you up to sit on his hips as he turned you both around. You now leaned back on the wall while he rubbed the bottom of your thighs still insatiably kissing you.

Your eyebrows furrowed with pleasure until he pulled away, you both stared into eachothers narrowed eyes breathing heavily.

“Fuck if we were inside right now, the things i’d do to you mami.”

“Break down the door if your that desperate.”

His head fell into your chest as he chuckled. You laid your head on top of his for a while before he let you down.

You both sat outside your apartment door, you on top of miles in a fetal position. Your coat draped over the two of you (barley) as he stroked your forehead with his thumb.

“Te quiero mucho ma, hasta la luna y de regreso.”

He whispered before placing another kiss on your forehead.

“hmm? whatchu say Milo?”

“Nada mami, cierra tus ojos.”

Extrs :

— Yeah your keys were inside, but so were your parents😭 so when your mom opened the door that morning to head of to work the both of you lay there snoring, with your arms wrapped around eachother.

— When you took Miles’s blunt you tried a little yourself 🤫

“Ma.. what are you-”

*heavy coughing*

“so im not allowed but you are-?”

“sh. i was just seeing what the hype was all about *cough* I-I feel like im dying”

Miles just laughs at you.

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[nad-zeta]

Just wondering ~ Would you write a thing with Nobunaga inspired by the song "Castle" by Halsey? It's extremely open ended. Whether or not it is a romance is completely up to you. I have no plot in mind. Just the song. Thanks, dear and keep safe 😷

Hi, there love! Thanx so much for the request! I legit added the song to my playlist cause I liked it sooo much ^_^ <3 Definitely check out @masamune-archive cause she is so damn creative and good at writing little fics inspired by songs- plus she has some other cool ass fanfics which are just too good for words! Anywaaaays I hope you enjoy this little drabble love! 

Also, side note- to all those still waiting for matchups and HC, I just got my proposal back from my supervisor *sigh* (；一_一) so ima be focusing on that for the next few days, will definitely try and get ya matchups and stuff to ya asap! Love ya guys and thanx for being so patient with my slow ass writing🎀!😉

Nobunaga Oda: Castle

Warnings: Anxiety, depression, suicide 

Words: 831

Nobunaga woke abruptly from the mighty roar of thunder. He looked beside him and saw his wife peacefully sleeping. He softly caressed your cheek with his fingertips, careful not to wake you. He couldn't help but smile warmly at you. You were his whole world, his everything, honestly, he loved you more than life itself. 

He got up from the warm futon and walked out onto the balcony. He looked up at the blood moon and couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia rush over him. He smiled up at the moon as the scene around him started to change.

4 years ago, a young Nobunaga stood on the balcony of his room in the Honnō-ji temple. He looked up at the blood-red moon. He was feeling so tired, he was sick of everyone telling him what to do, sick of all the judgement, sick of being called a demon, a devil, a monster, sick of all the noise, he wanted it to end. He has been trapped in this castle for a long time, a lonely man sitting on a throne built on pain, blood, death and destruction. He just wanted it to.... stop

He saw them move in the shadow of the night. Coming for his head. He felt the poison they had placed in his food, course through his veins. This time he would choke on his own pride, this time he would give them what they wanted. I deserve this he thought, I have done so much evil to reach my ambitions. He looked at the moon once more, sending up a silent prayer to be released from the chains in this castle. He climbed into his futon and stared at the ceiling, replaying every evil deed he had ever committed in his mind. His eyes prickled with tears as he started to lose consciousness, “No, I won’t cry,” he thought."I don't deserve to cry after what I have done, besides none will mourn my death, so why should I”.

You woke up in the middle of the night and nothing has changed. You still felt the pang of loneliness. You couldn't remember the last time you didn't feel numb and empty. Sadness and anxiety seemed to rule your life. Your heart, body, mind and soul felt broken. You walked out onto your apartment’s balcony and stared up at the blood moon. Every minute passing felt like a living hell, you were sick of feeling used, of feeling battered and bruised, sick of building a fortress around your heart to keep everyone out. 

No, you wouldn’t cry, there was no use crying about it. How many tears have you already wasted crying about the same old things. No instead, you put on your running shoes and hit the streets. You ran and ran and ran. It felt fitting, running in the mists of a massive lightning storm. Almost like nature itself now represented the turmoil in your mind. You sent up a silent prayer as you looked up at the blood moon once more. Just as you thought the last word of your prayer, a bolt of lightning struck down in front of you. Everything went blurry, and before you knew it, you were surrounded by smoke and fire. 

You narrowed your eyes to see through the smoke and spotted a handsome man sleeping. Above him, a sword hovered held by an enemy ninja. You acted without thinking, screaming at the ninja and throwing your running shoe against his head. The ninja scurried off, he knew there was no escape for the devil king and that he would surely burn in this fire.

Crimson eyes opened wide and looked at you. Looking into his eyes was like looking straight into a mirror. You helped him up, and the two of you escaped riding back to the castle.

Both were broken, both wander their way through life. 

That was until you found each other. A bond was formed stronger than space and time itself. Perhaps the universe had heard the unshed tears of two lost souls and decided to reunite them with each other. Or maybe it was just dumb luck that the two of you ended up together.

Things weren’t easy, breaking down each other’s castle walls. Walls built on fear, pain and the mistakes of the past. Freeing each other from the chains, that ensnared you, trapping you in this castle. You took comfort in each other’s warmth and understanding, slowly dissipating the darkness which covered you. You allowed the other to cry and share their pain. No judgement no condemnation, just pure love and endearment

Slowly but surely, the two of you built. Built a new home for both of you, one based on a new foundation. Made entirely of love, trust, and understanding. Nobunaga had found his queen, and you had found your king.

Nobunaga smiled at the blood moon and sent up a silent thank you. He turned around and peered into the darkness of your shared room. His ears perked up when he heard two tiny feet pattering their way across the room to where he was standing. “Daddy, I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you and mommy tonight?”. Two carmine doe eyes stared up at Nobunaga. He smiled at his son and crouched down, opening his arms to embrace his tiny boy. Pudgy little arms wrapped their way around Nobunaga’s neck and a tiny nose nuzzled into Nobu’s cheek. Nobunaga lifted his son into the air and held him tight in his arms. He kissed the boy’s chubby cheek, taking one more look at the moon, before turning back into his room. Nobunaga placed the tiny boy down on your shared futon, he didn't waste any time nestling himself into the arms of his beloved mother. Nobunaga climbed into the futon and wrapped his arms around his sweet little boy and beloved queen, heart filled with so much love and warmth. Nobunaga closed his eyes with a happy smile plastered across his face, despite all the struggles, trials and tribulation he had finally found his home in the two beloved people sleeping peacefully in his arms.

I hope you liked it, love! And I hope you are staying safe and well! 😊<3

[krizaland]

So i got a stupid idea for a request but ima do it anyway. Could you write something based of house of memories by patd? I see songs in your requests so i figured this one might fit the theme. Basically reader went missing when they were younger and dib spent alot of time and research trying to find them then years later finds their ghost in a worn down home and its just big angst time because i like crying. Sorry if this request is weird you obviously dont have to do it if you dont want to 👓💙

Oooh! I love Panic! At the Disco! If you want to cry then you’ve come to the right place amigo.

Now I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to make Dib a few years older in this fic (Think 15-16 years old).

Be warned: This fic will be dealing with death! Bring some tissues because it’s time for another feels trip!

Here’s the song the Anon is referring to btw

It’s been over 3 years since the day you vanished and Dib hadn’t known peace since.

You were his only real friend he ever had.  You didn’t think he was weird nor creepy. You loved the paranormal just as much, if not more than he did! You loved coming up with crazy ways to expose Zim and other paranormal pests. Especially ghosts. Oh how you loved ghosts.

Dib also remembered how you would always stick up for him whenever he got bullied and you would even vouch for him whenever an attempt to expose Zim failed.

You were the only person who truly understood him.

When Gaz told him that you were gone, Dib laughed it off and assumed she was just trying to mess with him.

However, after repeating herself (and a kick to his shin) Dib finally believed her.

Needless to say, Dib was devastated!

His only friend was gone! He couldn’t live without you! No!

He wouldn’t live without you.

From that day fourth, Dib vowed to find you no matter what it took!

He would spend the rest of his days cooped up in his room, only leaving to shower, eat, and go to Skool. (he didn’t want to become a chair again.)

Clembrane would bring him some pudding every once in a while but Dib would normally refuse.

Soon the real Professor Membrane became more and more worried about his poor, insane son.

He would often send Gaz to check up on him but she usually didn’t care. She simply lied and said Dib was fine.

Until Dib’s occasional sobbing was disrupting her Gameslave.

“Dib! Keep it down! I’m trying to beat my high score!” Gaz snapped as she burst through his door.

Dib was too distraught to acknowledge her.

“Where are you, Y/N?! I’ve looked everywhere I possibly could! The high Skool, your old house, even that witchcraft store at the mall you loved so much! Where have you gone?! Why didn’t you take me with you?” Dib blubbered as he put his head down on his desk.

“Dib! Let it go already! Y/N’s been gone a long time. As far as we know they’re probably gone for good.” Gaz sighed as she folded her arms.

“That’s not true! Y/N Has to bee still out there! They would never abandon me!” Dib roared as he whipped around to face Gaz.

“Dib, Y/N is dead ok?!” Gaz confessed.

Dib looked like had just been stabbed in the chest.

“How could you say that, Gaz?! Y/N can’t be dead! They just can’t be!” Dib wailed as he grabbed the sides of his head.

“Y/N has been dead for over 3 years now! We never told you because Dad didn’t want you to raise the dead again!” Gaz snapped.

“No! You’re lying! Y/N is still alive! I know it!” Dib insisted as more tears fell from his eyes.

“Dib, the only way Y/N could still be around is if they were a ghost or something.” Gaz grumbled as she opened an eye.

“Wait! Gaz! That’s it!” Dib’s eyes lit up as he wiped away his tears.

“What’s it?”

“Y/N loved ghosts! I remember that we would always check out this one abandoned house in the woods that was said to be full of them! That must be where Y/N is! Why didn’t I think of looking there sooner?!” Dib let out a crazed laugh as he sprung from his chair.

“Whatever, just keep it down!” Gaz grumbled as she went back to her room.

“Don’t worry, Y/N! I’ll find you!” Dib announced as he pulled out his ghost hunting gear.

After getting suited up, Dib rushed out the door and headed for the woods.

“If you’re a lover you should know, the lonely moments just get lonelier the longer you’re in love than if you were alone.” Dib sang as he pulled out an old map he made with you to find your way to the house.

“Memories turn into day dreams, become a taboo!” Dib turned on the flashlight attached his ghost hunting goggles.

“I don’t want to be afraid, the deeper that I go, it takes my breath away. Soft hearts electric souls.” Dib sang as he cautiously waded through the dying trees.

“Heart to heart and eyes to eyes.” Dib pulled out his phone and gazed at a picture of you.

Dib could’ve sworn he saw two glowing blue eyes leering at him from the shadows.

“Is this taboo?”

Dib shook his head and the eyes had vanished.

“Baby, we built this house on memories! Take my picture now! Shake it till you see it!” Dib pulled out the map again and shook out the creases.

“And when your fantasies become your legacy,” Dib lovingly stroked the doodle you drew of yourself holding a cage with a cute little ghost inside.

“Promise me a place, in your house of memories!” Dib put the map away and continued his journey.

FWISH!

The wind howled as fallen leaves swirled behind Dib. The glowing eyes seemed to follow him but Dib didn’t seem to notice.

“I think of you from time to time, more than I thought I would.” Dib closed his eyes as his mind traveled to the past for a moment

“You were just too kind and I was too young to know.”  

He remembered how you comforted him after Zim started mocking him.

“That’s all that really matters”

Dib could still feel your warm arms wrap around him and hold him tight.

“I was a fool”

He then remembered how you got sent to detention for punching Zim in the face.

Just like that, the memories faded away as Dib’s eyes opened once more.

“Baby, we built this house, on memories. Take my picture now, shake it till you see it!” Dib sang as he pulled out the map again.

Dib could’ve sworn he heard heavy breathing but turned his focus back to the map.

“And when your fantasies become your legacy,” Dib gave the map a hug.

“Promise me a place, in your house of memories!” Dib looked up from the map and noticed he had reached the house.

“Yes!” He cheered as he put the map away and went inside.

The glowing eyes followed his every move but Dib didn’t seem to notice. All that mattered to him was finding you.

He felt his heart pound in his chest as his footsteps made the worn floorboards creak.

“C’mon, Y/N….Where are you.” He whispered as he continued his search.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of your voice faintly echoing in the distance.

“Those thoughts of my past lover will always haunt me! I wish I could believe you’d never wrong me!” Dib followed the sound as more tears fell from his eyes.

Dib kept running and running as your voice grew louder and louder.

“Then you will remember me in the same way, as I remember you….” Suddenly Dib stopped dead in his tracks,

He had indeed found you but you did not look like the same Y/N he once knew. What floated before him was something he hoped he would never see. You had become the very thing you vowed to capture.

You had become a ghost.

Dib let out a scream and backed away from you.

“N-No! Y/N! It can’t be!” Dib fell to his knees and covered his mouth.

You floated down and kneeled beside him.

“Baby we built this house, on memories. Take my picture now, shake it till you see it.” You sang softly.

Dib looked up at you and sniffled.

“And when your fantasies become your legacy promise me a place…”

You used your ghostly energy to gently lift him up and gave him a warm smile.

Dib gasped but his fears melted away when he realized that  while you had indeed changed,

You were still the same Y/N he knew and loved.

“Baby we built this house on memories. Take my picture now, Shake it till you see it.” Your voices melted together as you used your ghostly energy to help Dib dance with you.

“And when your fantasies become your legacy! Save me a place in your house of memories!” You and Dib sang together as your blue ghostly energy swirled around him.

Dib tried to reach out for you but you seemed to be avoiding his touch as the haunted dance went on.

“Save me a place…” Dib fought against your energy and tried to pull you into a warm embrace.

You gasped and tried to avoid him but it was too late.

The moment his body made contact with your ghostly one, your body vanished into wisps of blue smoke.

“In your house of memories?” Dib’s eyes widened as his mind slowly realized what just happened.

Dib fell to his knees and tears begun to pour down his face.

Suddenly, Dib felt something grab him from behind.

Dib let out a shriek but quickly caught his breath when he saw who was behind him.

“Dad? What are you doing here?!” Dib squeaked.

“I saw you running out of the house and wanted to make sure you weren’t trying to raise the dead again.” Professor Membrane explained as he lowered the brightness of his flashlight goggles.

“Don’t worry I wasn’t. I was just trying to find something. That’s all” Dib muttered as he hung his head low.

“Oh, is that all? Well, did you find what you were looking for?” Professor Membrane inquired.

“I guess I did….”

[runicmagitek]

ff meme: 2, 8, 16, 18, 24, 27, 31, 32, 37, 34, 49, 55, 59! 💗

I love how your thought process must be "hey YOU asked me a lot of questions... IMA ASK YOU ALL THE QUESTIONS BACK" XD but no, legit, many thanks!

2. Least favorite game?X. It's the only FF game I've played only once. It wasn't for me. I only liked two characters and I wasn't a fan of the mechanics or the story. Then again, I also played it back in high school when I had pneumonia, so I should probably give it another shot... I just kinda don't wanna :\

8. Favorite side character?LIKE ALL OF THEM???? Legit, I always love the secondary/minor characters. For VI, it was Darill. For VII, it was Shera and Lucrecia. For VIII, it was Julia. For IX, it was Beatrix and Lani. For XII, it was Al-Cid Margrace, Vossler, and Jote. I just live for side characters.

16. Which game had the best cast of characters?This is really hard, because for most of the games, I like a handful of the characters and then just... meh, with everyone else. So for me, the best cast wouldn't be like, all my faves 24/7, but more like which has the best collection of characters all around that work off of one another. And with that in mind, I'd have to say XII. You have a reasonably sized group and they all have ties to a lot of the other characters in the story. It makes for a very interesting cast and I really loved them all (except you, Vaan, but you weren't really the main character anyways).

18. Which game was the funniest?Again, I want to say XII, mostly because all the humor is very dry and quick and sharp. A lot of the older games have really cheesy, anime-esque humor and it's ok, but nothing that made a lasting impression. But like... I played XII when it first came out. I cracked up. I played XII The Zodiac Age this past summer. I still cracked up. A+ humor imo.

24. What's your favorite job/class? Is this the same class you would want to be if you entered a class-based Final Fantasy game, or would you rather be a different one? If so, which one?White Mage forever. I've always loved the aesthetic for White Mages in the FF universe and I've always been a support player/healer in most games I play, so yup. White Mage it is. Dragoon is a close second, mostly because I love polearms and spears.

27. Favorite enemy (e.g. Malboro)?I mentioned the Hell House previous along with Tonberries, but didn't post a picture of the latter, so here we go!

31. Do you have any theories or headcanons you swear by (e.g. Rinoa as Sorceress)?Not that I really swear by it, but I LOVE the Rinoa = Ultimecia theory. I was read one a long time ago about the Knight of the Round from VII being some of the original Cetra that fought against Jenova. That's really cool. Headcanons in general I have a million and a half and they're all littered amongst my fics, so there's that :)

32. Are there any fanon theories/headcanons you just can't believe?Almost all of them? I really don't like the "Squall is dead" one for VIII. It seems really lazy. Also the Gogo is Darill/Gestahl/Banon/Leo/some-other-dude-who-died-in-game theory makes me want to punch walls. I've heard about the VII and X are the same planet one and maybe that could work, but I just don't find it interesting. I just kind of operate in my own bubble and ignore what everyone else is doing, seeing I find a lot of the theories/headcanons out there to be... yeah. I can only suspend my disbelief for so long before I start going DID WE EVEN PLAY THE SAME GAME.

37. What do you think makes a game a "quintessential" Final Fantasy game? (In other words... some people say the new games don't feel like Final Fantasy games to them. What FEELS like a Final Fantasy game, to you?)Emphasis on the fantasy. Needs magic of some sort, needs a big bad like an empire or corporation and a small resistance group/rebels looking to take them down, needs airships and chocobos, needs badass battle music, needs summons, needs some crazy plot twist about halfway through the game, needs an even crazier boss plot twist towards the end, needs to simultaneously be light-hearted but also put characters through hell, and needs to have some past failure that integral to the plot. I'm sure there are other bits I'm missing, but that's more or less what I expect from a Final Fantasy game.

34. Which canon couple do you think is most likely to break up sometime after the credits roll?Zidane and Garnet. I just don't see that working out long term. I'm also not a fan of them to begin with, so there's that.

49. Which game had the best ending?X. As much as I don't like the game, that had one of the best endings ever. It was a bucket of feels and so well done.

55. Which game did you play first, and when (how old were you, etc.)?VII back when it first came out in 1997. I was ten.

59. Do you have any favorite works of art or fanfiction that you always go back to, and/or basically accept as canon?Ok I just skimmed through my bookmarks on AO3 and plucked out some of my favorite fics, so grab a seat - it's fanfic rec time!

Surrogates by @lunamanar (Squall-centric missing scene where Edea/Ultimecia interogates him)

Waking Up by lunamanar (post-canon oneshot fic that’s full of feels)

After the World Was Won by @pocketseizure (a what-if fic where Darill lives and Setzer finds her post-canon)

Black Swan by @h34rt1lly (post-canon Quistis/Seifer fic)

Smoke and Mirrors by @summonerluna (Rinoa-centric fic of what happens to her during time compression)

The President by summonerluna (Laguna-centric fic post-canon)

there is no fate (but what we make) by YOUUUUUU (seriously, everyone go read this, it’s the FFVIII AU you didn’t know you needed)

My Heart is a Troubled Captain by @wingsyouburn (super sweet and feels-y soulmate fic with Setzer and Darill, featuring Maria)

the course not charted by misstaken (post-canon Celes/Setzer fic that is so delightful and witty)

take one step (and make it count) by irishais (post-canon Seifer/Rinoa)