#from a guy who never talks or interacts much during games

[swagturtlethings]

Honestly i loved the icebreaker games but if there was one thing i would change it would be to add a way to somehow filter for nicheknights players because between the slog of walters, ineses, eyja alters and typhons the most fun i had was the one time i (a liberiknights player) matched with an iberiaknights player and let me tell you we were waiting for elysiums skill and passing around dp like cavemen cooking food around the fire

[cherry-hulu]

— Better than me?

Synopsis: You were a smart girl, always praised for your wit and speed. But why is it that you go dumb and speechless whenever you're with him?

Warnings: CEO!KMG x CEO!Reader, enemies to ???, fubus undercover as rivals, cheating, slight voyeurism, jealous mingyu, he has no rights though lol, throat-fucking, face-fucking, dirty talk, mg is very vocal, belly bulge, throat bulge, oral (f & m receiving)

Mingyu would consider himself to be a pretty level headed person. Having been raised to become a bussiness man, patience was once of the key things that was taught to him— after all, good things come to those who wait. He'd implement this lesson pretty well for most of his 27 years of living, and so it is. Until you.

He doesn't know why but his patience runs on thin ice with you. Not that you were oblivious to it, you were practically skating on it doing flips and twirls whenever you want to shaving the ice as thin as possible. You were his enemy after all, it was your job to do so.

The spot for number will never be empty for as long as Mingyu lives, he swears on it. But he wasn't the only one who did so apparently. Both you and Mingyu were rivals for as long as possible, always competing with each other for as long as you've known each others name. From small quarrels, to board games, to sports, to school rankings, to games, and to now— company rankings.

An inevitable tension grew between the two of you, a new layer added to it's thickness every passing day. Everybody knew of it, both of you knew of it. Never has there been an interaction between the two of you that didn't made his nerves be at it's heights and your heart beat at it's quickest.

No eye contact was shared with each other without a special look that the two of you only have for one another. No skinship was shared with each other without the tight vice of his grip on you, so tight that if you weren't enemies you'd assume that he didn't wanted to let go of you. No words were shared between the two of you without a voice of taunt used to deliver it.

You hated each other. So fucking much. Mingyu had never hated anyone or anything in his life more than you. Everything related to you had him seething in anger and frustration. Your name, your face, your body, everything. Mingyu thought you've reached his limit of anger when you surpassed him once during your high school days, but it proves to be false as he watches you sit and be and lovely dovey with your so called boyfriend.

He had a crystal clear blue of the both of you from the balcony of the palace of which the event was held at. He should be happy, everything was for him after all. The party was thrown in celebration of a big deal sealed by him for his company. A partnership of which many would only dream of to achieve. He should be celebrating, sipping champagne and basking himself in the compliments of praises, but all was neglected the very second he saw you with your very own newly formed partnership.

Mental sirens were blaring in his mind as he watches the guys hand roam all over you. From your hands, to your hips, to your waist. His jaw was tense as he tsked before gulping down his drink. The hatred between the two of you stemmed from anger, but it always bloomed due to lust. The eve so calm and controlled Kim Mingyu now gone, all because of you. It's always been has only beenyou that has made him lose himself.

In almost of a blink of an eye, he was gone from the balcony and was stepping foot down to the dance floor, straight next to you. "How have you been enjoying yourself?" Mingyu asks standing tall beside you, both his hands in the pocket of his suit. Your eyes widen at his sudden presence, shifting a little as you try your best to maintain eye contact with him. You knew. Of course you do.

"We've been well. Thank you Mingyu, for asking." You say with a tight voice. Your face appeared as blank to others but it was a look that Mingyu knew all too well. It was your way of warning him.

He raised his eyebrows when he notices the hand of your boyfriend creep up around your waist. The very waist he was licking kissing, and bruising not even a week ago. He was more than sure that his handprints were still evident across your body. Especially the ones he'd repeatedly imprint on your ass. It relieves him in some way, he was sure that there was no way were you gonna have sex with your so called boyfriend with the ebidents of him all over your body.

A small but clearly cocky smirk appears on his face before he conceals it with a smile. With a blank face and muted mouth, you stare directly into his eyes using it as your way of communication. He does nothing but lean his head sideward, eyes staring right back at you.

To the eye of the public, this was seen as an interaction induced by your competition. To the eye of the public, you were sworn enemies, not wanting to be an inch nearer to each other than you were now, pushing each others button. What they didn't knew was behind the walls of Mingyu's very own penthouse— there was less than inch of space between the two of you, hands all over each others body, skin to skin, frantically undoing each others buttons.

He scans your body, head to toe, before giving a quick glance at the man beside you. "I'll see you around then." He says while looking eye to eye with the man. The depths of his words go far beyond the surface with a deep history that would shake the media. And no, it wasn't for your boyfriend despite having Mingyu having his eyes on him.

Giving both of you a tight lipped smile and a toast with his champagne glass, Mingyu turns around to leave taking a turn to a place far away from the crowd. You knew what this meant, this has happened so many tines before. Mingyu baiting you into coming with him, and it worked like a charm every damn time.

You followed his route, seizing the opportunity of your boyfriend being occupied in a conversation with someone else. Entering the corridor, you notice a door slightly ajar with a dim light inside. Assuming it was him, you opened the room and saw no one. Confused, you still continue to enter.

All the curtains were tied neatly to either side of the windows leaving the light to enter the room. A chandelier was attached to the ceiling but it only emitted very little. There was a sofa on either side of the room and a fireplace in the middle attached to the wall.

As you walk forward, you hear the door close behind you but noticed no click indicating that it wasn't locked. You turn around and was faced with none other than Mingyu. His perfume englufs the room as he takes steps towards you. "M- Mingyu.. " You stutter with a quivering voice, eyes wide as you take your own steps, but backwards until you fell backwards on the sofa.

Mingyu looks down at you holding your chin with his left hand while caressing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. "Tell me.. how did you two meet?" He asks tauntingly, keeping eye contact with you, holding your face in place thus forcing you to do the same.

His voice was stern yet soft. It was hard enough to be demanding, but soft enough for it to not feel threatening. Slowly, you recount the story of how you met your boyfriend.

"I met him through a friend, Ally introduced me to him, immediately he made a move on me–" Mingyu's hand wrap around your neck. "Go on.." He says with a blank face, voice still same as it was. You hesitated, but still went on not wanting to get him irritated with you.

"And I reciprocated.. he was funny and I thought why not give him a chance. I trust Ally and she wouldn't be friends with bad people. After that he asked for my number an–" Mingyu slips his thumb on your mouth leaving it open on that tone.

"You meet a guy once and you give him his number. Out of all the people in the world, you choose someone barely taller than you, a figure worse than your uncles, and a position not on par with yours." He spits out as he flattens his thumb on your tongue forcing it open.

You gulp unconsciously, eyes doe and wide at him with your hands now resting on his hips. Mingyu hathers his saliva before spits directly in your mouth— and just like clockwork— you swallow immediately before he suddenly kisses you. It was hard, messy, and sloppy.

He had his hand gripping your neck with his thumb resting on your throat, slowly obstructing your airway as he chokes you while his free hand was undoing his pants open before pulling away to leave you panting and breathless. His boxers now coming to face you with his dick standings so tall it's peeking above the cloth.

"To say that I'm disappointed would be an under statement." Mingyu mutters, fully taking his rock hard dick out and using it to slap your cheeks twice. The sound echoes the room and you whimper at him.

You didn't knew why you weren't lashing out on him, why you weren't disobeying and saying no. Your words hold weight above him, a single 'no' is all it takes for you to leave. And yet you don't. You sit still and take it all.

Aiming to open your mouth to speak, a gasp was all that's let out before he rests his cock on your tongue. It was heavy, you can feel it weighing your mouth down. Mingyu smirks as he taps his cock on your tongue, slowly and lightly thrusting forward as he slides it down yout throat.

He slides his right hand to your head holding it in place while his left rests around your throat before he begins to pick up his pace beginning to fuck your mouth. You feel the tip of his dick slide in and out of your throat creating a bulge that Mingyu was feeling with his hands, harshly rubbing on it everytime it bumps.

"What a beautiful throat wasted on the wrong man. Should've called him with you, he's missing out on a show." Mingyu utters with deep groans in between chuckling when he looks down to see your eyes slowly widen. "Dick so good you forget about everything hm? Thought you were a smart woman, where's that brain of yours now?" He follows.

Your eyes become glassy as you start to hold on to his hips in hopes of a slower pace. Mingyu halts his movements lodging his dick down your throat so deep that it creates a bulge. Moving his hands from your body, he removes his necktie before grabbing your wrist and placing them behind you tightly putting it in a tie together.

"Let's put that good memory of yours to use. 'M gonna make sure you and your body never forgets me. Gonna imprint my dick inside you, rearrange your guts and organs in a way that no other dick can feel good inside because it's perfectly molded for me." Mingyu promises, sliding out your mouth.

You were a sight to see. Mouth wide open with a mix of saliva and pre-cum dripping out, chest heaving up and down, a dazed look on your face, tears ruining your makeup, and your hands tied behind your back.

The thought of anyone but Mingyu seeing you in this state sends fury to his veins making them pop. Only he can make you like this, only he has the right. The only man that has ever and the only man that ever will. He swears on that.

"Where did this dress come from? Did he gave this to you? Chose it for you? Bought it for you?" Mingyu questions you, making you look up at him with his index finger on your chin, an eye brow raised. Slowly, you begin to nod at him. Your boyfriend did all three. The dress came from him.

You didn't need to tell Mingyu that because the second he saw an upward movement of your head, the dress was ripped off your body, thrown somewhere in the room. The sight that befalls before him angers him more. You were wearing a red lingerie. Mingyu's favourite color.

Immediately laying you down on your back, he bends down to leave hickeys all over your body. Especially on the areas you always warned him not to. And as per usual, you do nothing but sit there and take it. Mingyu was too good, it was dangerous.

Tearing down your panties with his teeth and ripping it halfway of removing it, he dives in immediately salvitating your dripping pussy. You were so wet it was unfathomable. Mingyu was practically slurping down on your juices as you withered and shaked below him. His hands grip the circumference of your waist holding you down while he licks and flicks your cunt.

"Min- gyu.. Mingy... Mingyu... Mingyu... plea... please.. sir... daddy... please.." You beg, body rolling on his mouth. "Please what baby?" Mingyu replies looking up at you, mouth still attatched on your cunt. "H.. hands.." You whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he intensifies his movements. All it took was just one single slip of his finger inside you to get you squirting on him.

"Fuck yeah baby, let it out, all for me. Only for me." Mingyu moans rapidly flicking his finger inside you making you bend your body like crazy and moaning so loudly. He takes his finger out but rubs his thumb on your bud still stimulating you.

With your legs propped up against his chest, your ankles near his neck, he slides his dick inside your pussy, moaning out immediately as he feels you suck him in. "Perfect fucking fit." He moans before rapidly thrusting inside of you.

With your hands tied behind yout back, all you could do was to bend your body up and down while he fucks you like crazy. The combination of Mingyu's thumb flicking your clit while hitting your G-spot at every thrust was making you shake like crazy, producing sounds only heard on certain websites.

Mingyu rests hands on your belly bulge formed by his cock quickly disappearing and reappearing before leaning down to kiss and bite all over your body, as if his mess earlier wasn't enough.

He leans near your ear, hips and hands still at the same quick pace as he whispers: "Tell me... has he ever made you feel this good? Hm? Made you make these sounds? Make you go this insane?" He pauses, slowing down his movements and straightening his posture.

You gasp, eyes widening as you whimper at him. "Answer me." He commands. You quickly shake your head no, doing your best to maintain eye contact with him without rolling your eyes back as you feel the tip of his dick put pressure on your g-spot.

"That's right. No one ever will. Wanna know why? Hm? Darling?" Mingyu hums, languidly thrusting forward as he leans on you again. His hands now gripping the back of the sofa, biceps flexing with defined veins. "Because nobody is better than me." He says, thrusting after every word. "I'm the best you'll ever have." He whispers in your face before rapidly starting to thrust again.

It only took a thrust and a half for you to start squirting and shaking harder than before. Mingyu was relentless as he continued his hip movements taking advantage of your wetness. Deciding to have some mercy, he pulls on his tie releasing your hands from it's vice into which you reacted to by frantically holding onto his wrist as you orgasmed.

You knew your was still long as you've come to realize that he hasn't even cummed yet. Mingyu wraps your legs around his torso as he picks you up. He stands in the middle of the room, in front of the mirror above the fireplace before turning you around so you'd come face to face with your own reflection.

You looked like a mess, as you always were every after meet up with him. He rapidly began thrusting in you again, holding your legs apart, watching his dick disappear into your cunt with the only sign of it's presence inside you is the bulge in his stomach and your never ending moans.

"Who's making you feel this good?" He whispers in yout eye keeping his stare on your reflection. "Mingyu.. " You moan out throwing your head back on his shoulders while grinding your hips as he thrusts harshly on your g-spot. "Only Mingyu," You whisper in his ear in between your helpless moans.

Mingyu starts to walk again, this time towards the window at the other side of the fireplace. He puts you on your feet making sure to support your hody to keep you from falling before beginning to move his hips again. And if you thought he couldn't reach any deeper, you were proven so damn wrong when you feel the tip of his dick slowly protrude your cervix.

"Gonna get in there and cum baby. Gonna mark you mine. Only mind. You'd look so good filled with me." He groans in your ear, gripping your wrist as you cling onto the window. "All it takes is one look up for the people to see how much of a whore you are for me. It'd be a perk if your little boy toy saw you look this, it's a sight he nor anyone but me will never ever be able to replicate." He follows thrusts now harder snd deeper than before.

Your ass jiggles against his hips urging him to slap it, grip it, and mark it his before turning you around agian to face him. The consistency of his movements now long gone as he raises you up pressing you harshly against the window.

You've gone cockdumb, just like always, nothing but a fleshlight to him, bending you in ways he pleases. You don't know how, but everything about you seems to be turned upside down when you're with Mingyu. You're quick witted and cocky attitude long gone as you gets stuffed with his dick.

Only his dick. No one elses.

It doesn't take long for you to cum again, and for the first time this whole evening, Mingyu cums as well, immediately after you. Resting your forehead against each other, you engage in a sloopy yet soft kiss as you calm down from your highs.

The moonlight shine reflects on his sweaty skin as he pulls away, chest heaving as he stares down at you. With the two of you still connected to each other, he sits on the sofa, legs spread wide making you straddle him. You lean on Mingyu's chest resting your cheeks on his abs taking this moment to rest.

You were far from done. You both knew that, this was only prep for what's about to become. Mingyu reaches for his phone on the floor and as he does he looks over to your own phone that starts to ring. The caller ID showed the word 'Boyfriend' on it.

Mingyu takes yours instead and without any second thoughts, he pressed the big green button to answer it's call. With you still sitting on his lap, he presses your phone against your ear holding an intense eye contact with you.

You gasp in shock as you hear your boyfriends voice on the phone, but this was prolonged by Mingyu as he slowly starts to rub on your clit again with a dirty smirk on his face.

"Go on.. answer him." He jeers, voice low and husky. "H.. hEy," You say ovrer the phone, voice raspy due to all your screaming and moaning. "I've been doing all the talking so far, wouldn't it be unfair if I didn't gave you a chance?" He teases you with a playful grin on his face.

You were still extremely sensitive, it hadn't even been fifteen minutes sibce your first round. But Mingyu doesn't seem to care as he grabs your hips to roll you on his dick. You helplessly follow with a limp body, you had no energy to move.

Oh this was going to be a long, long night.

[yois2aki]

𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑰𝒀𝑨 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

CHISHIYA SHUNTARO X READER (REQUEST)

SUMMARY: chishiya is not very fond of the fact that your habit of flirting with any living being isn't reserved to him and him only.

WARNINGS: fluff, use of y/n once, jealous chishiya, lots of flirting, mentions of drugging someone but it doesn't actually happen, beach arc.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

"next, y/n is going to enter the..." chishiya abruptly stopped himself in the words to take a moment and stare directly at your eyes. "are you even listening to anything we're saying?"

 

it was late at night, and kuina was fighting for her life to not pass out on the couch of the random, actually clean room you guys were too lucky to find at the beach hotel. chishiya had been spending a bit too much of his time planning and scheming a way of stealing all the cards gained by the members and successfully getting out of this place he dreaded so much.

 

too bad for him, and perhaps kuina, who just wanted to spend a good night of rest for once, was disinterested in his meticulous plans, it seemed. instead, your gaze was fixated on his eyes, but it had been like that for the past five minutes, and he couldn't help but grow skeptical of the way you would barely blink.

 

"your eyes must have distracted me, pretty boy." you couldn't help but let out an inaudible chuckle at the way he just lifted a hand to his temples and sighed, clearly not having the same fun you were.

 

"that one was your worst," kuina commented on the scene, rolling her eyes. at this point, she was already used to your romantic remarks that surged out of nowhere. "at least for today..."

 

"it sounds to me you're just jealous." you ended up winking her way. "would you like some attention as well, kuina?"

 

and that damned smirk stayed on your face for the whole interaction. that was probably it for kuina, consumed by fatigue and a burning headache, she got up, strolling her way to the door. "we aren't doing anything productive anyway."

 

"you're leaving me here with them?" chishiya asked with a nonchalant voice, clearly not caring whether you would get offended by this or not. he seemed just as tired as kuina, and your childish habits, as he would describe them, weren't of much help.

 

you couldn't help but feign surprise, your mouth opening agape but somehow still carrying a teasing smirk. you liked where this was going—and messing with people's heads.

 

"that's on you for arranging our meetings so late at night." and with that, kuina made herself out of the room, looking like she'd pass out in the next five minutes.

 

you would describe your relationship with these two people as a simple one, apart from the occasional flirting that you decided to randomly add on the most sudden occasions. if you admitted that people hadn't already thought you were cheating on one of them after flirting with a stranger during a game, you would be lying. it turns out you were just good with words, and making people flustered was your forte. what made you so attached to these was probably the fact they would only ignore your constant teasing, which led you to just stick around—surely they could benefit from your manipulation tactics. suddenly you had made up a goal in your mind to get some reaction out of them, especially chishiya, since the guy never seemed to be fazed by anything.

 

as your face turned back to chishiya, you straight up noticed he didn't look the happiest, instead getting up and grabbing whatever stuff he brought with him.

 

"where are you going so soon?" there was that demonic voice of yours once again. "also, what did you mean by leaving you alone with me?"

 

you weren't sure why you kept the innocent talk, knowing both of you knew that wasn't your actual intention. you knew chishiya tried his best to ignore your remarks all the time, but he was growing tired of them. and it seemed the tiredness finally got to him, as if his patience wasn't already running thin.

 

"that's none of your business." he sourly replied, his back turned to you as he didn't dare to move away. "tatta's probably still awake; you can go and bother him instead of us."

 

"why are you so mean?" you whined out, relishing the comfort of the couch you were still sitting on. "you would even flirt back when we first met; now you're just grumpy all the time."

 

"after finding out you do it with everyone, it stopped being fun." you could swear that if he had mumbled a tiny bit lower, you wouldn't have heard what he said. perhaps that was his intention, but you had to thank your captive ears.

 

a smile only didn't creep up on your face immediately because you needed a moment to actually understand what he said. but as soon as it did, he knew it was over for him.

 

"chishiya," you jumped from the couch, walking towards him, suddenly forgetting it was way past midnight as you two were having this conversation. "you're jealous!"

 

even though he wasn't physically turned your way, it was easy to see that he let out the longest sigh just by the movement of his shoulders.

 

"go to sleep." he was quick to try and get you to lay down, which obviously didn't work as you weren't able to contain your giggles and chuckles upon finding out about this underground information.

 

he quickly wondered if you had woken up any of the other residents of the beach rooms with all your noises, but was quickly brought away from his thinking line as you abruptly wrapped your arms around his waist and tried to peek at his face through the crook of his neck.

 

"get off me," he commanded with a more certain voice. you were glad he was too consumed by exhaustion to just push you away, giggling in his ear as if you had just found out the most crucial secret of this damned world.

 

"no way." he could feel your warm breath on his cheeks, and against his own will, chishiya felt his heart race. "you could have just told me; I'd have reserved my flirting for you and you only!"

 

chishiya, at a certain point, didn't know if he was supposed to feel flustered, awkward, or tired all at the same time. somehow, he managed to tear you away to get some sleep, as in, away from you. what he was certain of was that you were never seen again flirting with anyone other than the man himself. even kuina felt skeptical of it and how things changed so much after a simple night.

 

"how come they stopped trying to faze me?" kuina interrogated Chishiya on another day, standing next to chishiya while playing with her dummy cigarette. "not that i miss it, but after last week, they've been weirdly... sane?"

 

at that, chishiya let out a small chuckle as they both stared endlessly at your back. "i gave them some drugs."

 

"huh?!"

A/N: aaaah i finally posted something new... i took a little bit of my time to write this bc i didn't want to leave my requests full.... i still have some to get to so i hope u guys are patient ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ also i changed themes bc i can never stick to something for too long, hope u guys liked it !!!

[forchosangwoo]

Can you please write type of guy headcanons for front man and recruiter?

— typa guy ☆ hwang inho headcannons

paring(s) : frontman / hwang inho / oh youngil x reader (written with female in mind but all genders are welcome!!) warnings : manipulation, mdni, nsfw notes : doing frontman first if thats okay 😭😭ill try to do the recruiter and other requests soon i swear!! hope you like it n thank you so much for requesting!! i can not explain why this man is so attractive smh might be a bit ooc sorryy

SFW . . . !

inho is the type of guy who would fall in love with you and not be able to explain why at first. maybe it was the way you carried yourself or your aura. maybe it was the way you interacted with your surroundings or how pretty he found it when you are happy and smiling.

inho is the type of guy who would be WAY overprotective. whenever he could, he'd always want to be in the same room with you if not right next to you. he'd get anxious if you were out of his sight, especially because of how dangerous his job can be.

inho is the type of guy that would manipulate you to not leave him. if the two of you had an argument, big or small, he'd talk you back into his arms.

inho is the type of guy who would think of you every time he listens to his favorite jazz love song. fly me to the moon is inho and your relationship song.

inho is the type of guy who would be constantly be caught staring at you. after all, it's hard to not notice his never leaving gaze of love when looking at you. he'd be silently admiring you and daydreaming to himself.

inho is the type of guy to pay extra attention to what you like and dislike. he'd notice everything, from what type of jokes you find funny to what brands of water you dislike. it catches you off guard sometimes when he remembers so many little details about you.

inho is the type of guy who would set his passwords to your birthday. he'd smile like an idiot to himself when typing in his password, thinking of you.

inho is the type of guy to always to you to the most expensive and amazing dates. he never fails to make sure the 2 of you have the most enjoyable and memorable dates.

inho is the type of guy to take a flower out of the bouquet so he knows when to buy new a new one for you. when he notices the flower he kept starts to wither, he'll gift you a new arrangement of flowers.

inho is the type of guy to hold you super tight when cuddling. he'd love to be the bigger spoon and keep you as close to his body as possible.

NSFW . . . !

inho is the type of guy to give you both a mix of praise and degradation.

inho is the type of guy to love you cock warming him. every year during the first game, he'd have you cock warm him as he leans back on the couch, watching the players start to get shot down like flies.

inho is the type of guy who'd always be dom in bed. he'd love to look down at you beneath him as you writhe in the pleasure he's giving you.

inho is the type of guy to get turned on when you start to get vocal. he'd get even more horny knowing that he's also making you feel good.

inho is the type of guy to fuck you with his mask on. he'd find it really attractive when he looks down at you through the restrictive view of his mask.

[priisprii]

Envy- Jeong Yunho

Summary: make yunho jealous : Mission accomplished.

Word count:2.3 k

Warnings: mean dom!yunho x female reader, oral (fem recieving) , unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, using panties as gag, dropping L bomb while being balls deep inside you:3

Minors don't interact.

Jeong Yunho often gets insecure despite having everything he always wished for, he had money, connections, nice pay and obviously a painfully handsome face but there still exists a hole in his heart which he can't fill with all his money. Only you could fill up that empty space but lately he feels you drifting away from him.

What you had with Yunho is quite hard to describe, you two weren't friends nor lovers , you knew Yunho since two years despite not talking much there has always been some air of sexual tension present but you brushed it off thinking it's all in your head, but how fucking wrong you were, you had no idea how hard Yunho was controlling himself, he wanted nothing but to fuck you senseless in his office, the same space you lurk around often, everytime he wished to have you he stopped himself, he doesn't do relationships he kept reminding himself but you were like a siren, unknowingly attracting him towards by simply existing.

Few months ago during the new year's party, Yunho's self - control finally shattered, he saw you flirting with the new guy, who too was painfully handsome. The alcohol in Yunho's system blurring the imaginary lines he set for himself, he took you to his spacious house and had his way with you just like he always wanted, fucking you on every surface, every corner possible.

Now every corner of his home screams your name, his sofa is lifeless without you sitting there with your snacks and laptop , his bed feels extra cold without your warm presence even his dog acts extra sulky when you are not around

for you Jeong Yunho was your superior, You considered yourself just one of the employees in his large empire who occassionally gets on her knees whenever he wanted and you took immense pride about that Yunho was extreme private person and being few of only people being close to him bought you weird sense of pride with everyone Yunho is always extremely vague with his words but inside the warm space of his home, he keeps yapping with you about his weird interests, his likes, dislikes, hobbies, favourite food, how he looks when he genuinely smiles, the real him.

Yunho giving no definition to your relationship didn't bother you much considering you had little crush on him since you started working with him, that's why at start him desiring your body was enough for you but plus the domesticity made you believe Yunho was all yours but as time passed , two of you started behaving more like couples behind the scenes, you staying in his house most of the days; days you don't even have sex, him cooking breakfast for you while you make the bed, being excited like kids while watching Marvel movies and Anime . Your crush turned into something more love probably . The realisation hit you like a punch to your guts, you were in love with Yunho and he isn't you were sure about that afterall he doesn't do relationships.

When you told your colleague; Mingi about your little rendezvous with Yunho, he gave you great piece of advice just like every good friend would give,

"Make him jealous Y/N, he's damn possessive over you, he fucked your brains out when you flirted with San, play the same game again"

"As you said, bestie"

So here you are, allowing the new guy ; San whom Yunho absolutely despised to flirt with you during the company dinner, not caring to button up your top shirt buttons, leaving your slutry figure exposed to everyone's hungry eyes. Not even once glancing at Yunho cause you never ever found his eyes on yours, right cause he didn't cared about you or you thought so.

Maybe you were always so slow in your tracks that you never once in months caught Yunho admiring you from afar. He noticed everything about , your little habits, your nails, your favourite coffee shop ( you had it favourite cause' you thought it was Yunho's favourite) He liked how vague and silent you were always were, just speaking when it's really necessary and doing tasks silently never once glancing at him. He felt you never cared, back when the whole crowd was shocked when he went blonde you didn't once looked at him it made him feel you don't care about him. Little did he knew you talked with your bestfriend for almost a hour ranting how divine and magnificent he looked.

Yunho's eyes kept sending daggers to your direction, while you laughed wholeheartedly on San's lame ass joke, your hands smacking against his back jokingly, Yunho can't understand since when you and San became so close, he hated his guts and seeing you so close to him made his skin crawl.

He need to peel you away from San .

"he won't be able to eat you out so well right? Fucking fetus won't even know where the clit actually is" Yunho spoke against your thigh , kneading the soft skin mercilessly. His swollen lips were glistening with your cum and his own spit , you don't remember how long it has been since Yunho has been sucking your cunt with such hatered that just makes you reach your high again and again. You were clenching around nothing resulting in more of your juices to drip down along with Yunho's saliva, view that makes the man over you painfully hard and feral.

" Tell me, you owns this slutty pussy baby?" Yunho questioned, while his long digits worked inside your cunt in a fast pace, reaching deepest corner of your insides, pads rubbing the sensitive skin brutally while his thumb circled your clit, flicking the sensitive bud over and over again. Embarrassing squeaky noises coming out your pussy and echoing in Yunho's grand bedroom,Your arousal was dripping down from your thighs soaking the Yunho's bedsheets, splashing everywhere, on Yunho's forearms, his shirt, the shirt that could pay your whole two months rent , but he didn't cared about the stains inside he was proud of making you so wet, needy and moaning mess for him. Right just for him, you were only his and his only.

"You... yes you own me" you whimpered, voice high pitched like some fucking porn star, your eyes were almost blinded by shutting them too much from the pleasure , Your eyes were glued to Yunho's thick, long fingers they were looking so pretty covered in your arousal, the veins bulging out so beautifully, how badly you wished Yunho to put them inside your mouth.

Yunho was torturing you with such fast pace.You never thought he could get jealous like this, but you weren't complaining, you liked how utterly humiliated and owned Yunho is making you .

Chanting out the same line over and over again you are mine mine mine while he sucked, slapped and fingered you. You found his digits fastening up each time you answered his claims. Your orgasm was approaching you again as you clenched more tightly around his fingers, the wet squeaky sounds dominating dead silence of room along with your moans.

" I am close ... So fucking close" you cried out, your stomach tightening at the feeling , orgasm threatening to rip out of you any second but you know better. Not to be disobedient and ask Yunho for permission.

" who made you feel so good? Is it me or that San something from the marketing?huh?" Yunho's word carried pure venom when he said out that guys name, his actions halting fingers stopping deep inside you making you whine, fearing of being left on the edge. You didn't gave a single shit about the guy Yunhol was talking about, even his face was disappeared from your memory as Yunho fucked you so good at cloud nine.

" fuck.. you , you make me feel so good , only — you—you could make me feel so—so good please just let me cum, Yunho"

Yunho admired the mess he made out of you, so cockdrunk and begging for orgasm forgetting all your morals for just that ruined orgasm . He felt almost too bad for you, your wide eyes dripping with mascara, you looked absolutely fucked out and he loved it. Yunho undid his belt throwing it away at some corner, suppressing his desire to wrap it around your neck. He finally let his hard dick out, tip already dripping with precum screaming and begging just to be inside you.

"I am gonna wreck this tiny pussy, gonna fill you up all nice and full"

Yunho groaned, his words dropping low as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down on your slit collecting your gushing wetness and mixing it with his own. He pushed his hair back before kissing you harshly on your neck, sucking the same area where San had his gawking eyes over.

" yes please, fuck me Yunho" you begged pushing your hips upwards, getting desperate as each second passed by, he was so fucking close to you yet far. Yunho let out a hiss at your constant beggings , detaching himself from you and looking at the floor for something, finally his eyes fell on the material he wanted. A smirk made it's way on his face as he went to pick your panties from floor fisting it into ball and shoving it inside your mouth, your own arousal taste landing on your taste buds. You knew you looked so filthy and ruined but it only turned you on to infinity.

"You talk too much" Yunho spit out shoving the lace more inside your mouth before, his one hand gripped on your hips and the other circled around your waist as he entered inside you. A euphoric feeling washing over both of you.

Without wasting any more moment, he started raming his length inside of you, hips meeting yours harshly. He loved the way your walls sucked him up so greedily , while your loud moans were muffled by the material of your panties, looked so fucked out and still begging for more .

" What a needy whore I own could fuck you till daylight still you will keep begging more "

Yunho hissed, his tone dripping with poison, you loved how he was now just using for his own pleasure, rutting hips with you, just to bury his own load inside of you, it made you feel absolutely small, you were fully bare just your skirt bunched around your waist, while Yunho was still gloriously fully clothed, looking so expensive just having his cock out to fuck up your insides. Having such a strong grip onto your thighs that could leave marks for weeks.

" fuck fuck fuck" Yunho cried out helplessly feeling his orgasm close, his dick could burst out any second inside of you leaving you stuffed with it. His pace increased your grip onto his shirt tightening, not caring about ripping the fabric off.

" Fuck I love you so much" Yunho said, realising just a second later that he said the words out aloud, regretting as he saw your wide eyes, staring into his.

You mentally thanked Mingi for his absolutely ridiculous idea which worked out perfectly.

On other hand Yunho was cursing himself for confessing his love while being balls deep inside you.

Thanks for reading.

[goshikisbaee]

How you and Haikyuu boys met 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

[ Iwaizumi, Goshiki, Koganegawa ]

Content: Fluff

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HAJIME IWAIZUMI

You met Iwaizumi through a mutual friend—most likely someone from his team or your social circle. At first, he didn’t seem all that approchable. His serious, no-nonsense attitude made him seem a bit intimidating, especially since you had heard about him being the “scary” one of the group. But you were curious.

The first time you interacted with him was during a group outing. He’d been sitting off to the side, keeping to himself, while everyone else was chatting. You happened to end up next to him, maybe out of pure coincidence, or because you were the only one who wasn’t too intimidated to strike up a conversation.

You had initially thought he was going to brush you off, but to your surprise, he responded with short, but honest answers. It wasn’t long before the two of you found something in common—whether it was a shared interest in sports, a love for food, or an unexpected bond over how both of you preferred things to be quiet and simple.

There was something about his bluntness that wasn’t off-putting; in fact, you kind of found it refreshing. The more you talked, the more you realized he wasn’t as harsh as people made him seem. He was just direct, and maybe a little socially awkward, especially when it came to expressing emotions. Still, you could tell there was depth beneath the surface.

Over time, you ran into him more often. Whether it was by chance or planned, each interaction felt a little more comfortable. Iwaizumi wasn’t the type to initiate deep conversations, but with you, he began to open up bit by bit. He’d share small pieces of himself—a joke, an offhand comment, or a rare compliment—before retreating back into his usual, guarded self.

One day, after a long conversation about the team and life in general, Iwaizumi gave you a small, genuine smile, something so rare and so soft, you knew it meant something. It was in that moment you realized that, beneath all his tough guy exterior, there was someone who truly appreciated you for who you were.

From then on, you and Iwaizumi started spending more time together. Your friendship slowly blossomed into something more, with both of you eventually realizing how much you cared for each other. He wasn’t the most obvious romantic, but when he kissed you for the first time, it was as if all the words he had trouble saying were wrapped up in that single, quiet moment.

Iwaizumi would never admit it, but he was happy you didn’t give up on him when others would’ve. You saw past the walls he put up, and that’s what made your bond so special.

TSUTOMU GOSHIKI

You met Goshiki by pure chance—maybe you were friends with one of the other members of his team or just happened to cross paths at a social event. It was your first year in high school, and Goshiki was already known for being both a bit of a show-off and someone who was a little too self-assured for his own good.

At first, you didn’t think much of him. He was loud and always trying to get attention, whether it was through boasting about his skills or being extra enthusiastic about everything. But there was something about him that kept you curious. Maybe it was the fact that he could never quite mask his vulnerability, no matter how much he tried to act tough.

The first time you really interacted was at a school event—perhaps a sports game or a class project. He noticed you standing on the sidelines, and with his usual overconfidence, decided to approach you. Goshiki didn’t waste time with small talk; he went straight to cracking jokes and showing off a little, trying to impress you. You couldn’t help but laugh at how over-the-top he was, and that seemed to take him by surprise.

He didn’t expect you to actually get his humor, let alone laugh at his antics. That was when he decided to make it his mission to impress you, not just through his usual bravado, but by actually trying to show his true self.

It wasn’t until later, when you both worked together on a group project or shared some downtime at school, that you began to see the real Goshiki—the one who, despite his cocky exterior, was a little insecure underneath it all. He wasn’t just the brash guy who loved attention. He had a deeper side, one that wanted to be understood and valued for who he really was, not just for his abilities or his showmanship.

You started spending more time together, and the more you got to know him, the more you realized that he had this unintentional charm. Goshiki might’ve been a little over-the-top, but he was also sincere in his own quirky way. Whenever you were around, his confidence seemed to be both genuine and a bit of a front. He always tried to make you laugh, showing off little talents he wasn’t entirely confident in, but you saw the nervous energy behind them.

The turning point came one evening after practice when Goshiki opened up to you, admitting that sometimes he felt like he was never good enough, no matter how much he tried. He was surprised by how easy it was to talk to you, and your comforting words made him realize how much he truly cared about you.

From then on, Goshiki started becoming more open with you, revealing the parts of himself that he usually kept hidden. His feelings toward you grew, and one day, after a long day of practicing, he nervously confessed, his face red and his hands slightly shaking. “I think I… I like you, a lot.”

He was probably one of the most awkward confessors you’d ever seen, but there was something so sincere about it. You smiled, and without hesitation, you told him you felt the same way.

Goshiki might be loud and a little over-the-top at times, but in private moments, he was a soft, sweet boyfriend who would always try to put your needs before his. He’d often show his love through small gestures, like leaving a random snack in your bag or complimenting you in his awkward, yet sincere, way. He might have been full of energy on the outside, but with you, he was completely real, and that’s why your relationship worked so well.

KANJI KOGANEGAWA

You met Koganegawa in the loudest, most chaotic way possible—because that’s just how he is. Maybe you were watching a practice match at Date Tech, or you had mutual friends who introduced you. Either way, your first impression of him was overwhelming.

Koganegawa was loud, excitable, and completely lacking in a filter. The first time he talked to you, he shouted your name despite only just learning it, and immediately started bragging about how he was going to be the best setter in all of Japan. You didn’t even know how to respond—was he serious?

At first, you thought he was just another cocky athlete, but the more you watched him, the more you realized he was more enthusiastic than arrogant. He was desperate to improve, always asking his teammates for advice (even when they looked so done with him), and he had this raw, unwavering determination that was actually kind of impressive.

The first time you really connected was after practice one day. You were sitting on the sidelines, waiting for a friend, when Koganegawa plopped down next to you, completely exhausted. He groaned dramatically about how volleyball was so hard and that no matter how much he practiced, he still made mistakes.

You laughed, and for once, he actually listened instead of just talking. You told him that improvement takes time, that he was already growing so much, and that his passion was one of his best qualities. He blinked at you in surprise, his usual loud personality dimming for a second. Then, with the biggest grin, he shouted, “You really think so?! That’s so cool of you!”

From that moment on, Koganegawa basically latched onto you. He started seeking you out after practice, randomly dropping facts about volleyball, and getting way too excited whenever you cheered for him. He wasn’t subtle about his feelings at all—if he liked you, you knew.

The official confession came in the most Koganegawa way possible. He ran up to you after a game, still sweaty and out of breath, and yelled (in front of everyone), “HEY! I THINK I REALLY REALLY LIKE YOU! DATE ME?”

Everyone turned to stare. His teammates groaned. You wanted to disappear from the embarrassment.

But when you saw the nervous way he was shifting on his feet, the way his face was so red, you realized just how genuine he was.

You laughed, nodded, and said, “Okay, okay, but maybe next time, don’t confess like you’re announcing a game score.”

Koganegawa might be loud, a little clueless, and way too energetic, but he’s also one of the most genuine people you’ve ever met. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and when he loves you, he makes sure the whole world knows it.

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💋 💋 💋

[simbiotictears]

LnDs boys if they were an Idol!boy group: relationship status

this is a part 2 to this post! since they live rent free in my head.

F! reader mostly

Leader + Main Rapper: Zayne

(Married/engaged, Idol x normal person)

Zayne doesn't mention his relationship status at all, but (I believe) he wears a ring on his wedding finger. He moves it to his right hand when he's on stage or working. It actually is his wedding ring. Fans hypothesise it to be a partner or a band thing...since all the guys wear a ring of sorts (aside from Xavier because he keeps losing his).

The company made him do a birthday stream and you brought over the cake. Obviously, the fans couldn't see your face buuutttt they saw your hands and the matching ring. This made some eagle-eyed fans search up the meaning of the crystal and make theory posts online about Zayne being married. Others bought their own copies and posted pictures of them wearing it on their social media.

He, like Rafayel, is very much a 'it's none of their business' kind of person. In an interview where they had to talk about their ideal type, he was the vaguest (bro basically described a blank canvas). He really is just trying to get his bag and leave. He could have a whole child, and the world would not know (which I respect so much).

In the behind the scenes of a game show, where they all had to interact with kids, he was the best with the kids, and it had the fans suspecting that he is a father.

Zayne, outside of work, is a good partner. He brings back souvenirs from every country he goes on tour to. He can become a bit aloof and forget to text for periods of time, but you never have to worry about his loyalty. He will call you whenever he has the free time. He has known you forever and actually became an idol because you used to admire a lot of boy groups when you were growing up together.

He misses you if he is away for too long. In those moment, when he really misses you, he calls you and will fall asleep on the phone.

You bring the boys food a lot of the time, and you are close with the other members. The members often say that Zayne becomes a different person when he is with you, in a good way.

The wedding was very private: the members attended, close friends and family. It was a great time. None of those photos made it online, thank goodness.

Main Dancer + Lead Vocalist/Rapper: Caleb

(childhood friend x idol/ fake-dating into real dating)

As I said before, he is very open about the fact that he is in a relationship. In interviews, he says how you're adorably clingy and how you don't want him to be an idol (a half-truth, half-lie). He has the most fun turning his phone and showing blurred pictures of your dates to torture the delulu fans. He has got in trouble for this so many times. But the company have stopped telling him off because his ratings are still high, despite being a hit or miss with the fans. He started a movement amongst other idols, allowing them to be more open about the fact that they are humans with feelings, too.

There was one time where you called him mid-shoot and that was the first time people started to get the hint that he was taken.

side note: He has you down as my pip-squeak on his phone.... yes, I am a pip-squeak truther. bite me.

Anyway, instead of editing out the footage of the call from the 'making of' video they kept it in. He was grinning like a fool and what he was saying was barely audible over the rehearsal music. (This was before you actually started dating, mind you). Some fans, who are good at lip-reading, managed to decipher what he was talking about. So, not long after that, he announced his 'relationship.'

If his phone buzzes during lives, he will shamelessly say it's his girlfriend that is contacting him. He doesn't tell the fans that he calls you his pip-squeak. That's between you and him.

It's got to the point where his fans now ship the two of you without knowing who you are. They also helped him pick out an anniversary gift for you when he went live to ask what girls like as gifts. As much as he is open about being in a relationship, he doesn't share too many stories, only surface level things.

In terms of his history with you, you grew up together. He went to pilot school but was scouted to become an idol after he graduated. He lost contact with you for a while but reacquainted with you when you interned at the company.

He has only been dating you for a little while compared to how long everyone actually thinks you have been dating (he is a chronic liar). That man has told the world that you've been together for years.

Even you, who knew he was lying, was confused when you realised that he'd kept up the lie from childhood into his actual job.

In a YouTube interview with N Magazine where they had him unpack his bag for a "what is in my bag" vid, all of his items were gifts from you (that's how you realised he actually liked you and wasn't just joking to keep the fans off his back).

He also wears the necklace you gave him, off and on stage. Some fans have bought dupes of the necklace online, which he doesn't mind because it's a cute design.

As a partner, he is very loyal. He will call you whenever he has the chance (even in the middle of rehearsal.) He sends pictures and selfies to you all the time. Prepare to be spammed. He does get anxious if you don't respond for long periods of time.

He got his piloting license to 'be able to fly to you.' You'd thought he was joking. But one time, when he was on tour, and you hadn't responded for a while, he flew back to you...

He loves to facetime.

In the behind-the-scenes video with the kids, he was so good with them that interviewers after that started asking when he'd become a dad. To which, he said, 'I'll have to ask the lady.'

When he was asked about his ideal type, he plainly said, 'my girlfriend' and didn't elaborate.

Visual + Sub Rapper: Sylus

(enemies to lovers! idol x idol, from a different company)

Sylus, shockingly, is private about his relationship, too. As flashy as he is, he respects the fact that you both are idols. Although he isn't opposed to the mess that creates, he knows you wouldn't want to get the drama. He shamelessly feeds the delulu of his fans, but he isn't necessarily flirting, everything he says just sounds like he is. It's that voice I'm telling you...

He saw you again at an awards evening when your groups were sat next to each other. You had already heard bad things about him from other girls in your group and weren’t fond of his rumoured behaviour. He, on the other hand, remembered you from college; you were an underclassman he used to see around campus. (You don't remember him at all... how? guess you weren't interested.)

After the award evening, your managers asked you two to do a dance TikTok challenge to the boys' new song. The fans saw your chemistry and some, the ones who aren't delulu haters, began to ship you like crazy.

This caused a lot of collaborations between your two groups, and between the two of you specifically. Such as co-hosting awards shows, TikTok's together, guest starring on YouTube video podcasts at the same time. Secretly, he was behind some of those coincidences, at least at first. But then the companies started pushing your dynamic when it was bringing in a lot of attention. All press is good.

The main culprit of the change was the time he did aegyo and the only way they managed to get him to do it was because you were on the phone. (at this point, you were in a situationship).

He slowly managed to melt the ice with you. It took months. You hated his guts. But after a few one-night stands (once is an accident, twice is questionable, five times is a habit) and a very well-planned out date, he finally managed to get you to date him.

He is a good partner. He understands that you both are trying to do your own thing, however, he supports you whenever you need the support. He's great to gossip with--a very good listener.

Your groups are often in the same country at the same time, so you don't really have to worry about missing each other. But when you aren't, he is accessible by text. He sends a lot of nice gifts. And you two have a matching brooch.

In his 'day in the life' video, the one which got over 109 million views, some fans noticed his phone screen, and they noted that his lockscreen was a hand with nails that matched yours.

However, when asked about whether he has a special someone in his life, he is the type to give a very open/ambiguous answer. Not quite at the level of Zayne and Rafayel--but nowhere near as open as Caleb and not as defensive Xavier.

Face of The Group + Centre + Main Vocalist: Rafayel

(Friendzoned! Idol x bodyguard)

Did you expect anything less? I'm sorry but this man is trying desperately to get out of the friendzone, however, he made such a bad first impression that he has been stuck there for months. It's getting to the point where the other guys feel bad for him.

He was a little shit to you when you met. He thought you would be one of those secretly obsessed members of staff, and he was surprised when you didn't give a single fuck about who he was.

He realised you attended the same gym (the company one. Literally everyone uses it). You stay in the boxing area, whereas he keeps to the treadmill.

One time in a YouTube video for their channel, they were doing a member against staff wrestling video (staff wore squid game-esque mask/suits). He chose you to go against him. The other members, who know you're not one to mess with, told him he was crazy. But he didn't listen. He ended up getting German suplexed in the video, and he had to tap out. Let's just say that that clip went viral and Rafayel claims that it was fake anytime it gets brought up in interviews.

Despite that, ever since that day, he would purposefully request for you to be his bodyguard during events and trips to airports. He trusts you with his life, and he makes sure to say it every time he gets the chance; to make you feel responsible for him.

He never mentions his relationship status in videos (once again, he tells people to mind their own business), but in an interview where he was asked what his type is he did say that they had to be strong, which got people bringing up the clip again.

The members are amused every single time you turn him down.

Maybe next time it'll work out for him. He can tell that you are getting fond of him, so it is only a matter of time till you crack.

Maknae + Lead Dancer + Sub Vocalist: Xavier

(idol x idol, same company, also fan x idol)

His partner is from the same company and is also in an idol group.

He met you when you got lost trying to find your groups training room, on your first day. He was sleeping by some lockers next to a coffee machine, and you woke him up and asked, 'if he was okay?' To which he explained that he was just resting his eyes. (poor baby had passed out, but everyone is so used to him doing this that they don't check on him anymore.)

Then without knowing who he was… (you’d never seen him without makeup before) you asked him for directions to your studio. He led you there because he's been in the company for years and knows the building like the back of his hand.

Your group trained in the studio above his.

When he got you there, your members asked why it took you so long and you turned to show them who brought you, but before you could thank him, he was gone.

He bumped into you again, not too long after, when he came to train late at night. You were there trying to get a move right. He helped you correct your posture and that got you talking. After that, he was going to leave, but you told him not to go. So, he ended up staying.

He listens to you gush over Lumiere's TikTok when you get hotpot together or eat pot noodles in the corner of the studio late at night. It turns out you are a fan of his secret TikTok, which made him very jealous of himself.

On a night when he was training with Caleb, you saw him dancing as you were leaving. You had never seen him so active before. That was when you realised who he was.

He hates how you gush over Lumiere even after you start dating. It leads to a lot of heated quickies of him mostly trying to prove that he is better than Lumiere (which makes no sense because well... you know? but Xavier logic, I guess?)

You become his designated camera person.

He asked you out when you were travelling back to dorms together. He fell asleep on your shoulder and muttered his feelings for you.

The other members think you two are really cute together. In the company, instead of finding Xavier by the coffee machine, they know that he'll be sleeping on you or by your bag as you rehearse.

As a partner, he is sweet. Because he is often distracted, he can forget to text you back, but he always tries to message you back when he remembers. He is the type to send good morning and good night messages. He also brings back souvenirs from tour. Despite being in the same company, you aren't often in the same places at the same time. But when you are back at HQ, you two are often together.

When asked about his ideal type in a video, he was more defensive but basically described you. His fans have no clue that his partner is you. He is beyond Zayne levels of private. Aside from the hickey incident, nothing else is out.

[sweetdispatch]

You have my blessing - N. Hischier

masterlist pairing: Nico Hischier x Hughes!reader summary: You visited Jack and met his team. He saw your interaction with Nico and decided to play matchmaker. warning: none note: based on this request - getting requests from you is like dream come true! thank you for the trust❤️

There's always been you and three brothers who you loved deeply but with one you had a special connection. You and Jack are twins and you two were inseparable. Despite different hobbies, you were stuck together. For him, you were his favorite person in the whole world and you were always the first one to find out about his achievements. He was always calling and talking with you. Through your whole life, it has been you and him against the world.

Right after you two graduated high school, Jack moved to New Jersey and you moved to Paris. For you, studying abroad was like a dream come true and you were delighted when you got accepted. Jack was celebrating this with you, but deep down he felt sadness that you’re leaving America and now, you two will be on long distance. During the season, you barely see each other but when you were coming back for summer, you two were attached to each other’ hips.

You graduated in Paris and decided to stay there for a little bit, just to enjoy the city. You loved the vibe here and wish to live there forever, but you missed your friends and family. You knew that you wanted to move back to America but still haven’t picked the city. It was one of the lazy days, when your mom called you. 

“Hi sweetie, are you busy next week?” She asked you.

“No, I have free time. Why?” 

“There’s a mom’s trip with New Jersey and since I have two sons there, I was thinking that you might want to go with me. Luke said that the club is fine with this” Your mom proposed and you jumped.

“Yes, please. I would love to! I miss you guys. On my way to book my ticket, should I fly to Jersey and stay with Jack and Luke or fly to Michigan to go there with you?” 

“Fly to Michigan, let’s make a Jack surprise with your visit because he doesn’t expect that”

“Sure thing mom! I love you” You hung up and started packing to go see them.

You were beyond excited for this trip because you never saw Jack and Luke’ game live and you missed them. The last time you saw your family was a couple months ago and this was a perfect opportunity.

The week went by and now, you were in New Jersey with your mom and Luke in his and Jack’s place. Your twin was still on the rink doing media duties. When he finally returned, you jumped into his arms. 

“I missed you so much!” You said.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Paris?” He was shocked to see you.

“I have a free week and when mom proposed to go with you on the trip, I was more than happy to do it” 

“Wait… Are you going with us?” He couldn’t believe his ears.

“Yeah, I’ll finally see you playing and meet your team” Jack pulled you into another hug. 

The next day, you and your mom attempted on their open training. It was a new experience for you and you loved every minute of it. After it, Jack pulled you to meet the whole team. You said a quick hello to everyone but one player caught your attention. 

“Jack said you’re studying abroad” Nico started the conversation.

“Not anymore. I graduated in May and now, I’m just living there but also searching for apartments somewhere in America because I want to come back home” 

“And where do you plan to live?” 

“I don’t know, I was thinking about New Jersey to be closer to Jack”

“He mentioned that too” Nico jokes

“What did he mention? I hadn’t told him that” You were surprised at his words.

“That you two are really close. To be honest, if not Luke talking about you too, I would never believe that Jack has a twin” You laughed and this brought Jack’s attention. “I mean, I never saw you and I was thinking that he’s making up your existence” 

“I’m very much alive just never had the chance to see his game until now” 

“I’m guessing you’re coming with your mom on the trip” 

“Yup, that’s why I’m here” 

“Great, see you around” Nico said and left for the locker room. You stood there with a big smile. Jack saw the whole thing from afar and saw the chemistry between you two. Two of his favorite people being together? That was his plan.

During the trip, you and Jack were glued to each other. All the time joking and talking about life. You went on a dinner with him, Luke and your mom and you announced that you decided to move to New Jersey. Luke was happy to have you around, you were always for him with advice and support. Jack screamed from the excitement. He was delighted to have his favorite person finally back. Jack was also happy because he wanted you to be with Nico. He started planning on how to get you two together. 

After a month, you finally moved to New Jersey. For now, you lived with Jack and Luke while searching for your new apartment. You were attempting their every home game and they’ve been truly happy to have you by their side. You were also spending a lot of time with Nico. He was living in the same building apartment as your brothers and Jack was inviting him almost all the time. He was doing this on purpose. 

Jack loved you and Nico and this was melting his heart how the two of you are getting along. Many times, he was ditching you and Nico when you had plans in three just so the two of you could get alone time. You quickly fell in love with Nico. He was the guy of your dreams. He was so gentle with you, always paid for you and surprised you with small gifts. Nico felt the same towards you. It was a pleasure for him to treat you like a princess. You two were perfect for each other but your brothers were an issue.

You two lived in a bubble and didn't even realise that Jack was pushing you two towards each other. One day, you had enough and straight away asked him.

“Would you be mad if I was dating one of your teammates?”

“Depends what teammate” Jack said and looked at you. “Why are you asking?”

“I might be in love with one of your teammates” You told him truthfully. You were twins and there was nothing to hide. You wanted to be honest with him.

“That’s huge… Who is that?”

“Don’t be mad but it’s Nico” You looked anywhere but his face.

“That’s great! Finally all my work paid off” He giggled.

“Your work paid off? What does it even mean?” You were confused.

“Oh please, when I saw you and Nico for the first time, I knew you’re made for each other. When you moved here I was doing everything in my power to push you two towards each other. I want you to be happy and I can see that he makes you happy” Jack hugged you. “Now go and get your man” He pushed you out of the apartment. 

You laughed and went to see Nico. You knocked three times and he opened your door. 

“Hello” He hugged you.

“Hi…” You started. “I talked with Jack and we have his blessing”

“Wait what?” Nico looked at you. 

“He said that he’s happy that you’re making me happy and apparently, all the time he ditched us was his plan to get us together” You explained to him.

“You can’t be serious” He laughed. 

“For real, this is what he told me” Nico closed the gap between you two.

“I guess I can officially do this” He grabbed your face and kissed your lips. 

[whatiswrongwithpeople]

I keep going over the world we knew (p.2)

a player 230/ Thanos/ Su-Bong x fem!reader fic

summary: “It had always been him and her against the world. But if you've been fighting against the world for years, how do you react when you suddenly realize that your best friend has become your world?”

warnings: none really except the usual Thanos/Squid Game stuff. Maybe slightly ooc Thanos? , Written in my notes app.

note: not gonna lie, I originally planned for this to only have 2 parts BUT I decided taking my time with it and all that gives it a nice pace.

Hope you enjoy!!!

🏷️: @l5byrinth , @wpdarlingpan , @lollipopsandstuff

Part 1 , Part 3

The night after the second game was far too quiet for Thanos to ignore the gnawing feeling that had settled in his chest ever since coming back to the dorm. He had survived the games with a cold mix of calculated precision and blasting his brain to the moon with drugs. But neither the success , nor the growing amount of money in the ever present piggy bank was enough to drown out the nagging ache in his ribs when he thought of [Y/N].

His [Y/N].

The way she moved with a sense of confidence and purpose that was simply too authentic to be fake. The way she had shut him out so quickly, eyes never seeming to truly look at him. Gods did he long for that familiar gaze to land on him. To rediscover that warmth he had once found in it. By now it had been years since Thanos had last spoken to her—since he’d ruined everything. But the memories, the raw, untouched feelings, were still there. Unforgiven. Unwavering. Never truly gone.

And as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t keep pretending that this wasn’t affecting him. Not even with several of his colourful pills pumping through his system.

Thanos’ eyes drifted across the darkened room, only stopping when he had found [Y/N]’s form a few beds down from his. She was sitting there, still as stone, eyes staring straight ahead with that same unreadable expression she had been wearing ever since the first game. Not a single word had passed between them since their brief interaction during the last game. But ,despite how it might seem, Thanos wasn’t stupid. He could feel the tension in the air whenever their paths crossed.

He wasn’t used to feeling this way. Especially not when his survival instincts kicked in so loudly, demanding every ounce of his energy to focus on the prize. “Win the money , pay off your debt.” had become the silent mantra in his brain. But that was the thing with [Y/N], she had always been able to pull at the strings of something deep inside him, something far more complicated than any strategy or skill. Something deeply ,deeply personal.

“Hey do you think I could-“ Nam-Guy -or whatever his name was- popped into Thanos’ field of vision. With an annoyed sigh, the purple haired player stood up. “Not now.” He muttered, putting both of his hands on the boy’s shoulders, turning him to the bed next to his. “Talk to him instead.” Baffled Nam-Gyu looked over his shoulder, surprise in his voice as he exclaimed a “What-“. But Thanos was already halfway across the room, shoes making quiet thuds against the floor as he made his way over to [Y/N]’s cot.

“You know,” Thanos came to a halt on one of the lower steps that rested between the beds, resting his arms on [Y/N]’s mattress as he propped up his head. Thanos’ voice was calm. Almost too calm to [Y/N]’s ears, judging by the gravity of the situation they had found themselves in. “Staring at the wall isn't going to change anything."

Thanos leaned against the bed frame, his usual cocky smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched [Y/N]. She was sitting still as a stone with an expression colder than ice. Not once had she bothered to look at him since he had approached her bed, and that infuriated him.

“Are you really gonna sit there like you don’t know who I am?” he drawled, his voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “You know, I’m starting to feel like a ghost. And I’m not really the type to fade into the background, you know?”

[Y/N] fought the urge to roll her eyes, choosing to ignore the purple haired pain-in-the-ass who she had once called her best friend.

“Well, if it helps, I can try and get a little more dramatic,” Thanos said, pushing himself off the bedframe in order to lean in closer, reducing the distance between them. “Maybe I’ll do a little tap dance or something. You seem like you’d appreciate the effort.”

At that [Y/N] finally glanced at him, but only for a brief moment, before turning her gaze back to the wall. "You’re a real piece of work, Su-Bong," she muttered under her breath, but still loud enough for him to catch the venom in her words. He chuckled.

“Yeah, I know. I’m one of a kind.” His voice was playful, but there was an edge to it, a challenge in his tone. “And I’m starting to think you don’t even remember who I am anymore.” [Y/N] shot him a glance, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Oh, I remember exactly who you are, Su-Bong. And that's the problem."

The words hit him like a splash of cold water, but he refused to let it show. He leaned in closer, deliberately invading her space, his eyes gleaming with that familiar cockiness. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

She met his gaze with a fiery intensity. “It means that you left. You walked away, and I’m still here, cleaning up your mess. So yeah, I remember you. And I remember how it felt to have you pull away like I meant nothing.”

Thanos laughed, but it was dry, forced. “Jesus, you’ve got a way with words, don’t you? You know, I thought you’d be more fun to mess with, but I forgot how good you were at throwing guilt trips. Really good.”

“Guilt trips?” [Y/N] turned her body to face him fully now, her eyes flashing with a mix of fury and sheer hurt. “No, Su-Bong, this isn’t about guilt. It’s about the fact that you’re standing there, pretending like it’s all fine now, when you did leave. You disappeared, and now you expect everything to just magically go back to how it was? Is that it? You think I’ve been sitting here waiting for you to waltz back in with your pretty purple hair and expect me to just forgive you?”

Thanos smirked. “I don’t expect anything from you. But you might want to reconsider that little attitude of yours. It’s really not helping the situation.”

“You think I care about your situation?” she snapped, her voice louder. “You think I’ve been sitting here, all starry-eyed, just waiting for you to get your shit together? Newsflash: I’m done doing that. I’m done with you, Su-Bong.”

The weight of [Y/N]’s words hung heavy in the air, the tension between the estranged pair was palpable. Thanos was about to speak again, something sharp and cutting on the tip of his tongue, when the loudspeaker's monotone voice sliced through the silence, calling the players to line up for food.

Without as much as a glance, [Y/N] brushed past Thanos as though he were invisible, the force of her shoulder knocking him slightly off balance. Her gaze was firmly locked onto the middle of the room as she began walking toward the food line, every step measured, holding that unwavering confidence.

For a moment, Thanos stood there, frozen in place. The argument had been abruptly interrupted, but the sting of her words and her rejection lingered in the air like smoke. As the others began to shuffle toward the line, he realized there was nothing left to say—at least, not now. The silence between them was louder than any argument ever could be.

[asapeveryday]

SHOCK FACTOR★彡 Part 1

Next Chapter.

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Rival!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Summary: After a close game and a couple bad decisions, the media has pitted you and Paige against each other. When you finally meet off the court you’re not sure what to expect…

A/n: got many requests for some sort of rival player type-thing!!! I combined some ideas to please the masses :) there will be more parts obv. This chap is pretty long so sorry for that!!

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“This question here is for Paige again. Now, is there anything you have to say about the little altercation near the end of the third quarter with number 3 on USC? it was quite a tense moment!”

The blonde smirks to herself, her hand rubbing her forehead. “There ain’t much to say. I went for the ball and obviously she did too. I’m not tryna give anything up, I jus personally think I got it first but that doesn’t matter anymore.” She shrugs. “Thas it.”

There’s a pause for a moment, before she opens her mouth again. “I will say though, ion have much patience for players who can’t control their language.”

Her teammates share looks at this comment, and the reporters attempt to press further but Geno ensures Paige doesn’t talk for the rest of the press conference.

“(Name) how many times have you watched this fuckin video.” JuJu comes up from behind you, scaring the shit out of you and snapping you back to reality.

“I haven’t watched it that much.” You roll your eyes. “I just…never mind.”

“It’s time to move on, shit like this happens. Jus gotta keep on that grind.” She says, sitting down beside you. Despite being a freshman, Juju was naturally mature. You and her had become a popular junior/freshman duo both on and off the court. You pushed her harder and she kept you on your toes.

“I’m moved on.” You huff.

“No you’re not…look at yo hands gripping your phone.” She laughs and you roll your eyes.

The issue wasn’t the prolonged tussle for the ball when your team played UConn, it wasn’t Paige barely regarding you, or her shading the occasional curse you’d let slip during a game. These things all fuelled what really was bothering you. The way you responded.

TWO WEEKS EARLIER, POST UCONN GAME

“Where’s JuJu? Prolly eating or something she’s lowkey a big back.”

You laugh at your roommates response to the question. It had been a weird couple of days since USC faced UConn, usually there wasn’t a lot of buzz around women’s college games but this year was different. The media was all up on everyone, especially UConn since Paige returned in better health for her senior year. You decided to go live to have some fun and interact with your viewers, even though your mind was elsewhere.

“What were your thoughts on how you guys played Connecticut?” You read aloud from the chat. “Um, they’re great. I mean it was pretty close. Me and the girls did what we could and we’re gonna kill it next year, so.” You say, perfectly passive and normal. In your head you were furious at how close the game had been, but there was nothing you could do.

Near the end of the third quarter, you and Paige had a little tussle for possession of the ball. You could’ve sworn you’d gotten it before pale skinned hands darted out for the grab, almost stealing it from you before your instincts kicked in and managed your grip. You vividly remember the yells from teammates, coaches and the stands as you and Paige momentarily wrestled for the ball, her tongue sticking out between her lips and her eyes determined before number 3 on her team tore her away.

Grazing your hand against hers at the end of the game was humiliating, and she was undoubtedly looking forward to it; holding your fingers a moment too long before letting out the most agitating, self-fulfilled “good game” with a smile that would’ve warranted a punch to her teeth had you not been on camera.

You didn’t bother to smile back, but muttered a perfectly timed “bitch” just as her hand let go of yours. Nobody heard it except you and her, and the subtle change in expression from haughty to straight faced was a beautiful sight for sore eyes.

“They keep asking about the thing with Paige.” Your roomie reads, and you shove her. “Bro why’d you say that out loud…now I have to address it.” You whisper to her, annoyed. She wasn’t on the team, and didn’t think about things like that.

She shoots an apologetic look, and you decide to act like nothing happened. The damage is done though, because now all the comments are about Paige.

“You handled the press good after.”

“If I was you I would’ve taken it off the court ngl”

“You were wrong for that!”

“What happened with Paige???”

“The way she was looking at u after….mm”

“Did you see what she said on the panel?”

Scanning through the various questions you found it harder and harder to not think about it. Basketball is a contact sport, things like a fight for the ball weren’t rare. Sure it was a little aggressive, but nothing you weren’t ready for. Paige seemed ready herself, her hands gripping the already-in-your-grasp ball, her eyes shooting you the coldest look they could muster. You’d already seen edits of her all over social media, tousling with you for a moment before being dragged off by Aaliyah.

JuJu walks into your dorm and sits next to you, reading the comments as well. She slightly shakes her head at all the mentions of Paige, but greets the chat nevertheless.

Fuck it. It’s late night, you’ve been getting annoyed by all of this attention on Paige and you, and people weren’t gonna forget about it anytime soon. One comment won’t hurt.

“Did I see what Paige said on the panel?” You read out loud. JuJu shoots you a look. “Yeah…I did. ” You say, suspicious as possible. “Ion know…i jus don’t have much patience for that swiper no swiping shihhh…..stuff.” You mock Paige, then catch yourself before fully saying shit. Two digs at the blonde at UConn in one sentence, one for her statement and the other for her criticism on your swearing.

You, your roommate and JuJu all look at each other for what seems like an eternity before bursting into an explosion of laughter. You were just being petty, it didn’t seem like a big deal at the time.

It kinda was.

PRESENT TIME

You’ve always loved east-coast America. It has a different kind of feel, especially during spring. The weather was getting hotter and everyone is hyped for summer break, at least those without classes. You and some of your teammates were going on a little Big East road trip, and of course the east meant places like New York, Michigan, Boston, Rhode Island, Connecticut.

God, you weren’t ready for Connecticut. The media was really eating you and Paige’s (non-existent) beef up, and you wondered if it would translate into real life. What was worse was that you had a friend who went to UConn who you were seeing for sure.

“I am not coming to your school.” You said hastily over the phone.

“Chill.” Elaine, your friend responded. “Nobody wants you here anyways.”

“Shuttuppppp it’s not funny.” You whine, knowing she was joking but hoping there was no truth in the statement. You could handle the smoke of a mini rivalry, but confrontation was just awkward.

“Just be ready. The minute you’re in town let me know, we can go to my favourite bar.” She laughs.

“Got it.” You respond happily. You were gonna have a fun night out, things were gonna be chill. You’d maybe have a drink…maybe get hammered. It was gonna be good.

-

“You should go live.”

“No fucking way.” You shake your head. The bar was crowded, but nice. You understand why your friend wanted to take you.

“Are most of these people UConn kids?” You ask.

“Yeah.” Elaine responds, looking around. “This is like the Storrs hangout spot on a Friday night. Anyways, I’ve missed seeing your lives.”

“I know, I know.” You rub your head. “I literally can’t though. Like, I’m on a social media ban. Goddd, after that last live you don’t get how much shit I got.”

“I thought it was funny!” She says, and you smile. “Oh my god (Name), did you see her tweet after.”

“BYE.” you cover your face, laughing. A couple hours after the live, Paige had tweeted some sort of passive aggressive very targeted thing about how God has her back when people give her a hard time or something like that. You’d almost died when it showed on your TL.

“Have you seen all the edits comparing me n her.” You manage to get out between laughs. Sure, you didn’t have the spectacular reputation Paige did. The girl had started her college career stronger then literally everyone else, and she was top pick to begin with. Her return to the court was well anticipated, even by you.

Still despite that, you had a certain sparkle in game. You played flashy, but you could back it up. Your freshman year you were very much an underdog, a stark difference from Paige, but your sophomore year had been very different, and this year as a junior you were getting recognition that almost gave you whiplash. Your talent was undoubted.

“I think both of you guys are being extra careful on socials now.” Elaine says. “I mean Paige is pretty active, but when they go live the minute your name is brought up, which it always is, she like…mysteriously disappears from view. It’s actually funny.”

“Whatever.” You say, taking a swig of your drink. “As funny as it is, I’m tired of all this shit, it’s unnecessary. Let’s forget about her.”

Elaine lets out a cough, before covering her face. “Pfft. Um, yeah. Let’s forget about it.”

“What….what is it?” You say, raising an eyebrow. Your friends eyes are stuck behind you. When you turn on the barstool as conspicuously as possible, you feel your stomach physically lurch.

“You’re fucking kidding.”

“We have great luck.” Elaine muffles a laugh.

You spin back towards her, talking through bared teeth. “You brought me to Storrs’s most popular bar on a Friday night…Storrs…fuck. That’s their campus? Seriously??!”

“Don’t be mad.” She sheepishly smiles. “I don’t pay that much attention to them…I didn’t think it through.”

“Boo, you whore. Even I know they’re like, bar-fiends.” You grumble, putting your head down. “God, just put your head down, cover me, something. I’m not tryna do this right now.”

Covering your eyes and keeping your back to the group, you ask. “How many of them are here. Tell me exactly who.”

“Umm, I don’t know all of them.” She says.

“Bitch just tell me…I swear to god.” You sneer, casually attempting to turn, discreetly letting your eyes graze the masses before they meet a pair of blue ones.

Shit.

Her eyes hold yours for a moment too long. Her hair is down instead of her signature ponytail and braids. She’s dressed casually, and posed confidently. Her expression is one of surprise…then amusement…and then something you can’t quite recognize. When her friends start to follow her gaze, you finally turn away.

“Elaine, I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

“Calm down, it’s fine. You always say you can handle the smoke, right?”

“Yeah when I’m in California I can…not when I’m in a UConn infested bar with Paige fucking Bueckers and her cult staring me down.”

“They’re really staring. Oh, KK just pointed at you.” Elaine says, looking at them obviously. You fix your posture and adjust your hair at this.

“Are they like…coming over?”

“Yep.” She murmurs under her breath, indicating they’re close.

“Umm, hey.” A voice says from behind you. It’s low, almost raspy. You remember it being way more strained and arrogant on the court. In the bar, it was almost attractive.

“Hey.” You say, as cool as possible. Turning to face Paige and her teammates usually wouldn’t have intimidated you, you could hold your ground and you were confident in yourself, but here? On their turf? With none of your own teammates? And a couple drinks in you? Your body was already tingling, and you were terrified you would say something to dig your hole deeper.

“Think I could get a picture?” Paige says. She sounds likes she’s severely forcing herself, arms crossed and drink already half empty despite just entering the bar. Azzi’s face breaks into an amused smirk beside her, and her other friends hang back with giggly expressions.

“A…picture?” You say, confused. The three of you stare at each other for an awkward moment before you break the silence. “Sorry…that was rude of me, my bad. I just wasn’t expecting that.” You laugh. “If you actually want a picture I can do that for you.”

“Thanks.” Paige smiles, but there’s no happiness behind it. When she poses by you, her hand just hovers above your waist. She can’t even bring herself to touch you. You give your best smile as Azzi takes the picture on Paige’s phone.

When she shows it to the two of you, you realize why Paige might’ve wanted that picture.

“You’re gonna really shock everyone when you post that.” You say, laughing. Paige’s face finally breaks to a more authentic smirk that sends shivers down your spine. It’s like the one she wore when you two were facing each other on the court. Proud, confident, ready for anything.

“Never let em’ know your next move.” She says, eyes piercing yours.

-

As the night goes on the bar gets more and more busy, you have to yell over the music for Elaine to hear you. You’re not exactly trying to talk to her though, because she’s mostly talking about Paige.

“You know she’s sort of a campus heart-throb right?”

“What??” You yell, although you’ve perfectly heard what she’s said.

“She’s. Hot. Maybe you should flirt with her a little.” Elaine says.

You just shake your head. “I’m gonna get another drink.”

Your luck is spectacular for the night, because there are no barstool seats left except one a little too close to Paige, who’s sitting alone and waiting for her drink. You silently curse, but are thankful her team isn’t there too. You sit by her as confidently as possible, avoiding her gaze.

She’s watching you indubitably, noting every move you make. Your posture as you sit, the Polaroid behind your clear phone case, the way your lips move when you ask the bartender for your favourite drink, these are all thinks she seemingly makes note of.

You can’t help but overhear her scoff at your drink choice, to which you finally turn and acknowledge her, raising your eyebrow.

“Out of everything you could’ve ordered you got that?” She says, haughty as ever.

“Not everyone is trying to get white-girl-wasted.” You respond curtly, eyeing her Dirty Shirley.

Paige scoffs. “You don’t talk as big as you do on your lives.”

Shrugging, you respond “Someone asked a question and I answered, simple as that.”

“Ion know bout that one.” She rolls her eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think you’re just feining for people to talk bout you.”

This bitch. You internally think, brows furrowed at her statement. “Wouldn’t have even been brought up if you hadn’t let your fatass ego get in the way of your media training during that press conference.” You sneer. “Now that is feining for people to talk..”

“Someone asked a question and I answered.” She smiles, sending a hot flash of anger throughout your body. “Simple as that.”

“You think you’re so smart.” You grumble out, turning your head from her. The sheer arrogance is radiating from her body, it’s annoying you to no end.

“I am.” She says, as if it’s common knowledge. “Plus, I’m not the one who started twisting words. That was you, remember?”

When your drink is finally set in front of you, you make a point to get up from the stool and grab it, sending Paige a steely look. “Good talk, Bueckers.”

“Aye, wait a sec.”

You’re already walking away, taking a big gulp of your drink when she slides off of her stool and catches up, walking beside you. You don’t miss how her eyes flick to your mouth when you wipe it clean, facing her begrudgingly.

“Why’re you even here?” She asks. “Visiting yo girlfriend?”

“Who, Elaine?” You laugh, Elaine being the straightest girl you know. “Why’re you so interested?”

“Wasn’t expecting to see some California girl in Storrs. You sure you weren’t plotting on seeing me?” Paige grins, taking a step towards you. She’s taller then you, and the way she tilts her head downwards when she speaks gives you an unrecognizable feeling that you’re planning to blame on the alcohol.

“I got up close and personal with you once, and it was enough.” You smile, holding her stare. She chews on the straw of her Shirley, her expression both amused and something else.

“Ion think so.” She mumbles.

“You don’t have to think.” You respond, looking her up and down for a moment. It feels like an eternity passes as you two challenge each other, the air gets thicker by the minute and you finally break away from her, walking as confidently as you can, far from where she can see you.

-

You don’t see Paige again after that, presumably because her and her friends went elsewhere. Laying in a hotel room next to your teammates, you can’t help but think about the blonde and how odd your interaction was. She had this way of looking at you like she knew exactly what you were thinking, even though you knew damn well she knew nothing except for how you were on the court. Still, despite how her voice made your skin itch and her mannerisms induced the need for violence, there was something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

As if reading your mind, your phone began to vibrate uncontrollably. You check your notifications to see a sea of messages and a couple more alien ones on Instagram.

paigebueckers started following you.

paigebueckers tagged you in their story.

jujubballin sent you a story.

jujubballin sent you a message.

kenzie_4bs sent you a story.

kenzie_4bs sent you a message.

You accept Paige’s request and view her story, which features the picture of you and Paige. You sitting and her standing, her hand just hovering above your waist, her face a curt close-mouthed smile and yours wide and genuine. It’s an interesting photo which she’s captioned “Cali meets Connecticut!”

You scoff at her version of being witty, and immediately cringe at the sheer amount of traction the post has gotten already, with at least 50 people in your inbox within the first 15 minutes of the post coming out. The messages range from “The crossover we needed!!” To “Ik you wanted to punch her white-ass” and frankly it was all too much for you. Social media, Connecticut, the messages, Paige.

She seemed to be the main article of stress in your life the past couple weeks and it seemed to smart to keep a distance from her from this point onward.

The girl really knows how to induce that shock factor.

[kdvnco]

high school enha boys in love

genre! : fluff

pairings! : heeseung x reader, jay x reader, jake x reader, sunghoon x reader, sunoo x reader, jungwon x reader, niki x reader

warnings! : none

do not ask any questions. do not ask where ive been what ive been doing. or when am i posting again💝

LEE HEESEUNG - nerdy guy

Heeseung and his friend group are the biggest losers in the school. They're the type to play Dungeons and Dragons at school and then get bullied. Heeseung is not affected by it at all, he enjoys going to school even if he's not that good at it. Especially now that he developed a small crush on you. He didn't even try to get you, knowing well he had no chance with you. He just hoped. Until he got a chance.

The teacher set you up to a group project, and fortunately or not for you, but you guys needed to work together. You were a quiet girl at school, mid class, not popular or a loser with a decent friend group. You also had no problem working with Heeseung, you just really didn't care. You never hated or bullied him, he was just kinda there. But after working with it, it turned out beside that he is a nerd, he's quiet fun. Hee tried to keep low with his obsession for nerdy stuff, but it didn't bother you at all once you both grew closer. You got along with his friends too who were too obsessed with the tought of speaking to an actual living woman that they constantly stole you away from Heeseung. He thought he finally had the chance, turned out you just wanted to be friends.

[rest utc!]

PARK JONGSEONG - class clown

You were friends with the class clown, Jay. You were his only friend. Though everybody loved him for being funny, he didn't have any close friends besides you. He was easy to talk to, Jay got along with anybody that was forced to interact with him, until it was a woman. For the life of god he couldn't speak to women. You laughed at him for that. You were a girl and his only friend, but it was never a problem to talk with him. He liked you that's why.

All his attempts to make you laugh were weird attempts to flirt with you. It worked out every and each time, only making him to like you more. He wished you also liked him.

He bought you flowers and gifts for you birthday or for different holidays. Taking care of you when you needed him the most. It turns out he can be serious too.

SIM JAEYUN - fuckboy

He's the biggest fuck boy at the school. Everybody knows him, he's super popular with a huge (but full of fuckboys) friend group. Once he notices somebody, he tries his best to make them fall for him, and like that, he collects every girl he sets his eyes. on. You agree he is handsome, but you can't help but despise him. Even more once you see him starring at you in the hallway. You immediately slap your head, knowing well you are his next opponent. He won't give up easily.

You arrive at school to flowers neatly put on your desk and people whispering at the back of the room. And not only does he buy you multiple gifts each week, he approaches you almost every day, trying to strike up a conversation while you try your best to ignore him. You told him off many times before, he's so determined to get you. Jake is annoyed with you. He doesn't want much other than a sweet night spent together.

Jake gets more and more chances to interact with you, actually getting to know you, getting closer to you... slowly falling for you. It takes him a long time to clear his name before ending up with you.

PARK SUNGHOON - pretty boy

He skates, he's pretty and he's quiet. That is all it takes to become the girls' favorite. Sunghoon's not only popular in your class, but many older and younger girls visit him in the breaks, trying to strike up a conversation with him, but mostly he shyly shakes his head as response to the girls' questions. During physical education, many girls watch him play games, visiting him any time they have a free period. Sunghoon loves and hates the attention. It depends on who's giving it to him.

All he begs for is your attention. He secretly wishes you would also bother him in the break, talk to him and let him make you laugh. Whenever he's talking with a girl, from the corner of his eyes he checks if you're looking at him, but it's never the case.

KIM SUNOO - the favorite

Everybody loves Sunoo. He is the sunshine of the school, having multiple friends from each class, being able to talk to anyone about anything easily making him the most liked person at the school.

He's popular in every category, just not when it comes to love. He never thought he would fall for someone, especially not one of his close friends, so when it did turn out that way he didn't know how to act. It was never hard to be around you or talk to you until now. He started avoiding you, luckily he had many friends, but soon he realised none could replace you, and his feelings weren't fading.

He doesn't know how to flirt, his best attempts at trying to make you fall for him was being especially nice to you, hanging out more often, but when all of those attempts were unsuccessful he opened up about his feelings.

YANG JUNGWON - top student

Jungwon was the quiet, straight A's student. So many people had crushes on him, that he was aware about, he just couldn't care less. One thing he cared about is his rival, you. As soon as you joined the class, you also became top student of the school. He became super wary about you, he just couldn't imagine any other person being on his level. He knew he had to worry about his title as the 'Student of The Year', he began to participate in meanigless competitions, but you were there for every and each one of it.

He tried sitting close to you to make sure you are not cheating in any way, or making any suspicious moves, because for sure he'd snitch on you. But this never happened. Instead you started noticing him and teasing him about it. He was so annoyed with you, trying to be better, but even if he was you aced the next test with ease.

He became so obsessed with your life, almost knowing your whole daily routine, starting to fall for you. He noticed so many things about your behaviour that he adored so much. It made him mad, but it was hard to hide it when you teased him and he blushed. You would catch him starring and just quietly laugh at him. It was too obvious, you knew it.

NISHIMURA RIKI - annoying friend

The loud annoying kid in class somehow ended up as your friend. He forced himself at you long enough, so you let him in accepting his friendship, which turned out to be fun. He was funny, outgoing and weird. Exeptionally weird, making it even more fun to be his friend.

The more he hung out with you the more you liked him, quality time tying you together with him emotionally. He introduced you to his other friends, inviting you to hang outs whenever you were free, and because you started liking him... more than a friend you freed up your time just him. You wanted to know if he felt the same, but nothing changed even when you asked to hang out just the two of you. He acted the same.

The only reason you ended up with him was, because his friend snitched on him. Niki, no way in hell would confess to you, so they helped him. You would have nevet guessed he liked you back.

[ihopeiexplode]

BasketballPlayer!Sukuna Headcanons

(he's your boyfriend in this)

Content: Fluff(?) . Slight Angst(?) .

A/N: okay guys u can send in threats again I forgot about Abt denial 🔥🔥(I also have no knowledge Abt basketball what so ever🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️)

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna is the type to make it publicly known that both of you are dating, he could be interviewed by someone first thing he'll mention is your name, most of the time he isn't even talking about how the preparations for his game went, he's just talking about you

Safe to say everyone who tries interviewing him knows he'll just be talking about you instead of himself...

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who would always make sure you're there during his practices and games with the excuse of you being there is his good luck charm he just likes to show off how good he is in basketball

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who hates it when you two have an argument right before a game, he absolutely hates it when his girl is mad at him how could he play well when you're not there to watch him and cheer him on? But surprise your there watching him just making sure to stay seated somewhere far so he won't see you

But of course His mood would change when one of his teammates told him they saw you somewhere in the crowd

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who always always plays roughly and aggressively whenever you two have another petty argument

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who gets easily jealous and possessive when another man talks to you while you're giving him the silent treatment, just because of that he'll always make sure to flirt with the girl interviewing him and making sure you'll see the whole thing

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who loves seeing you wear his jersey, I mean why would he? Your wearing a shirt with his signature number and his last name

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who hates it whenever you act sad because of some stupid rumor you heard ever since you two started dating

Sure he was a playboy before you two started dating, but the only reason for that is because he never met you yet, seriously the term that your friends keep telling you is ridiculous.

“Don't date basketball players or they'll play your heart like they play basketball” as if he'll do that to you. (Thankyou @/aireia for this line also double credits to rais friend for making the line‼️‼️)

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who destroyed his own teammate during a practice just because he asked if Sukuna could set him up on a date with you? Doesn't he know you're taken?

Safe to say the guy never spoke to you or Sukuna ever again 🗣️🗣️‼️🔥

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who loves it whenever you overpamper him just because he got hurt during a game, so whenever he gets hurt he won't accept any help unless it you who's helping him,

he'll even purposely hurt himself if your giving silent treatment just so you could pay attention to him again but if that doesn't work?

He could play with a broken ankle and refuse any medical help unless it your helping him, he'd rather play with a broken ankle than receive help from someone that isn't you

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna is the type to say "This one's for you" whenever you watch him practice, and every time he does this he's always looking right at you due to how confident he is that he won't miss If he ever misses he'll blame it on you saying how you distracted him

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who hates it whenever his teammates tease him on how he changed and became less aggressive when you two started dating, there right of course he just doesn't wanna admit how he takes his games much more seriously just because you're watching him and how he'll always win every game just to see that stupid smile on your face.

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who only lets you and you alone interact with him whenever he loses a game, only because he gets absolutely aggressive whenever he loses and his teammates are aware of this of course, so imagine their surprise when Sukuna isn't verbally degrading you while you talked to him

[⛩️] @: Likes & Reblogs R appreciated! ^^

[ceratedfish24]

I'm really not a ship person (nothing against shipping its just not for me usually) but something about Scott rarepairs really intrigue me

Scott rarepairs are so awesome. That’s a man who cares so deeply about those he loves and never expects to be loved back with the same caliber.

The people who he’s commonly paired with are the same people he hangs out with a lot, so they’re more inclined to be aggressive with him when not allied with him. That’s their friend! Of course they’re gonna mess with him.

The people in Scott rarepairs usually don’t talk with Scott as often, but they know his kind of humor because most of them hang out with Cleo and Gem a lot. They also tend to know from the life series that Scott is not a force to be reckoned with. That means that they have a lot of respect for Scott AND a lot of affection for people like Scott.

Something that helps is that Scott is one of the friendliest people in that social circle. I believe that myself, but I say it aloud because so many other people in that social circle have stated such, which is absolutely a testament to how pleasant Scott is to people. People are SO quick to get comfortable around Scott. Tango, Etho, Grian, Bdubs, and Skizz don’t get to talk to Scott very often, and yet they’ve all had on camera moments where they expressed how cool or sweet they find Scott to be.

“Scott’s awesome. Scott’s awesome.” - Tango during his 2nd MCC, which was at Twitchcon, when Scott found him to check on him and encourage him.

“We all need to have people we can trust no matter what’s going on. Bdubs… Scott…” - Etho during Secret Life to Cleo

“Scott is the only person on this server who I trust right now.” - Grian during Third Life

“A birthday party? That sounds- that sounds like Scott or Jimmy- no that’s Scott. Scott’s a very empathetic person.” - Bdubs answering a trivia question this past episode of the Life Series

“Smajor was this other… guy on the life series, and, every time I passed him, he’s kinda nice, and then we talked more and he’s really nice, and now I admire him, and now I like him, and now I- I really like this guy!” - Skizz on the Imp & Skizz podcast describing how he didn’t want to make connections with people for their clout when he joined Third Life, but he couldn’t help but be drawn to Scott. This is also, coincidentally, how crushes tend to develop, Skizzleman.

Scott is a very earnest and caring person, even in the life series, a death game, where that’s not particularly rewarded 100% of the time. Everybody has so much respect for Scott, both because they know that he’s a lot like Cleo and Gem and they have a lot of love and respect for Cleo and Gem and because their personal experiences with Scott have made it clear how sweet and competent he is.

I love Smajor rarepairs, because I’m not into relationships where one person is pulling all of the weight. A lot of mainstream Smajor ships reduce Scott to his relationship and let the other person have their own things going on. There tends to be a lot of focus on the other person, like they’re Scott’s whole world. Rarepairs tend to have Scott’s partner(s) treat him with reverence, which forces Scott to confront his insecurities, how he feels like he needs to earn other people’s affection.

Tango is immune to flirting, but he’s very responsive to Scott’s teasing and eager to banter with him. He doesn’t talk to Scott a lot, but he clearly really likes Scott and how earnest Scott is.

Etho absolutely thinks that Scott is incredible. You can see it in literally every single interaction they have. Etho and Scott probably talk the least out of everyone I mentioned, but I think Etho pays the most attention to Scott and has simply become endeared to him because he sees so much of Cleo and Gem in Scott.

Grian ALWAYS has a compliment for Scott. When he first met Scott, he didn’t trust Scott because “no one’s that happy”. When he learned that Scott’s just like that? Instantly loved Scott. How could you reject someone who’s clearly so happy just to spend time with you? He loves to tease Scott. I think he sees Scott as someone he can properly match wits with, what with how they both love to make short little games and are usually chaotic until they’re the least chaotic in a group and immediately become the responsible one.

Bdubs is terrified of Scott. There’s no other way to put it. Bdubs is more afraid of Scott than he is of Cleo and Gem. He commented during the fourth episode of Wild Life on how Scott is a really hard target. There was fear in his voice. He later tried to convince Tango not to go after him. He really didn’t want to upset Scott. He’s so traumatized after that game of tag. HOWEVER. Bdubs knows that Scott is a man of reason. Bdubs isn’t usually worried about attacking groups that his group is on neutral grounds with, because he knows that they’ll eventually attack him first if he doesn’t beat them to the punch. That’s how this game works. Scott doesn’t do that, and Bdubs has taken note of that and trusts that. Bdubs trusts Scott not to attack him without a reason.

Skizz? I could go on for HOURS about Skizz. Skizz has literally admitted to subconsciously treating Scott like he’s Impulse, who Skizz loves to death, who Skizz trusts when he can’t call anyone else, who Skizz kisses on the temple when they haven’t seen each other for a while. Skizz is a very kind person, but, in game, he’s not the most levelheaded person. Scott is both kind AND levelheaded, which Skizz has a lot of respect for. Scott doesn’t even have a temper to lose when it comes to verbal conversation. Hurt him or his friends and he’ll make you wish you hadn’t, sure, but words will never hurt him. I think Skizz honestly sees a lot of Impulse in Scott, whereas most people see Cleo. People compare Cleo to Scott, because they’re both petty and witty. Skizz compares Impulse to Scott because they’re both petty and survivalists. Skizz has commented many a time on how Scott is so much better than Skizz at PVP and how impressed he is that Scott can evade the entire server when they’re hunting him. Apparently, Skizz (and Impulse) thinks that Scott gives the BEST hugs. Apparently, Scott is the only person whose hugs make Skizz feel like he could fall asleep right then and there.

Another thing I’ve noticed about my favorite Smajor rarepairs is that they all love to make Scott laugh. When Tango teases Scott, it’s never about anything serious. It’s always to make Scott giggle. When he’s around Scott, Etho LOVES to do and say things that would make Cleo or Gem laugh, and they work on Scott too. It’s the “wet cat” behavior he emphasizes when he’s with Cleo and Gem, because he knows that it makes them laugh. Scott has never poked fun at Etho for being “washed up” or “a wet cat”, but he does laugh when Etho emphasizes the “lost puppy” behavior. Outside of the life series, Grian isn’t particularly interested in making Scott laugh, but he does like to impress Scott. When Grian knows Scott’s watching, he really challenges himself. I think it’s because he, himself, is very impressed with Scott. Bdubs absolutely loves to make Scott laugh. You can see it in Scott’s escape room videos. He says so many silly things just to get a reaction out of Scott. You CANNOT tell me that “Bdubs, there’s something in this room that will allow you to swim up lava” “the bed” “no, think something you can drink” “the lava” was genuine. I’m completely sure that Bdubs knew Scott meant that there was a hidden fire res potion but just wanted to be silly. Skizz LOVES Scott’s laugh. He’s said it before. Skizz loves to make Scott laugh so much. He loves hearing Scott’s laugh. It’s so giddy and full and joyous.

Maybe I’m projecting a little bit. As a lesbian, you can’t believe how grateful I am that the only traits my mother has ever asked me to find in a partner is 1) someone you can trust and 2) someone who makes you laugh. She doesn’t ask for my partner to be rich or cisgender or a man or conventionally attractive or of a certain race or religion. That’s kind of what makes me love Smajor rarepairs so much. They respect and trust Scott, and they love to make him laugh.

[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober Day 24

Prompt: Toys Pairing: bestfriend!Bang Chan x fem!reader   WC: 4.2k Summary: Your ex was jealous trash. Both you and Chan know it, Chan just didn’t know the extent of it. Now he has something to prove.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Chan or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. 

Additional TW/CW below the cut.

CW/TW: Honestly, pretty vanilla. Pet names used include “babygirl” “princess” and “good girl”. There’s a lot of banter and checking in with consent! Vibrator is used. Chan has a big dick. Reader has femme sex organs.

 “I’m sorry-WHAT?” Chan practically yelped, head coming forward and eyes bulging.   “Guys are just like that Channie. As soon as I suggest a vib-”   “No stop pause, I heard you.” He laughs and rocks back into the couch. “Like you know me, I’m insecure but that's…it’s another level.”

 Your cheeks burn. He was right. The entire argument had been childish and should’ve been a red flag. “Well now I’m embarrassed…” you mutter and focus on your drink.

 How had you even gotten here? How had the topic drifted so far from how are you doing to who are you doing and how are you doing them? One vague joke about Chan’s computer habits? Tonight was one of the rare nights Chan did not have his eyes glued to his Macbook, his modern day grindstone - opting to replace the mouse with a bottle of light beer (“it's what athletes drink if they are going to have alcohol”) and the small screen with human company. Your company.

 The process of getting Chan to drop his work for one night was exhausting. He’d been your best friend for a couple years now, ever since meeting late night in the audio lab in college where he’d been similarly glued to the iMacs until the teaching aid kicked the two of you out. One last edit, one more pass, toggling the mute and unmute of the track feverishly asking “1 or 2” like you were at an eye exam. These were the building blocks of your relationship. It wasn’t until a particularly unseasonably warm night during spring break when you finally saw him step out into the world to eat and drink with the common folk. It was that night, drinking tallboys on the campus quad at 4am, that you’d solidified your friendship.

 And still, the topic of sex was never something either of you had brought up.

 There were too many other topics. Video games, anime, and of course music. Hours and hours of trading songs back and forth, studying eachother's reactions intently. watching his face light up in surprise and brow furrow into an intense scour were some of the few times you felt uninhibited joy. It was a cute habit he had, looking utterly disgusted when he was deeply into a song. Chan valued most of all your enthusiasm and positivity. Even if a song wasn’t your style, you’d highlight the aspects that you liked with vigor. Childlike exuberance, it’s what he liked most about your reactions. Sharing songs was like sharing your souls.  So how had you managed to veer into this new unbroached territory?  It wasn’t like you’d never joked about sex. Anyone could tell you though, joking and talking about sex are two very different things. In the process of all of your soul spilling, confessing deep seeded feelings of inescapable loneliness, pondering the crushing finality of the third death (when the world says your name for the last time), and of course the underrated pleasure of a bimbo bop, you’d never really talked about sex. Chan fucked. You assumed as much. You fucked so why wouldn’t he. Chan had even been there for the first moving out breakup you’d ever had to go through. It’s how you ended up as neighbors.  The rocky road started with Chan’s offhanded joke about you being easy to please. It was a frequent flier of jokes that he’d rattle off during friendly banter. Normally an eye roller but tonight you took issue.  “Tell that to my ex,” you took a swig of cider with a grimace. “...or don’t. He doesn’t need another reason to feel inadequate.”  “Inadequate? Bro was like almost 190cm!” Chan laughed.  “Yeah, 190cm and humbled by the suggestion of clitoral stimulation.” You said in a deadpan, staring straight forward. Chan nearly projected his beer straight out onto the coffee table in front of him. “What part of that was so funny? Clitoral?”  Chan sticks out his tongue. “Not funny just…is that why you two broke up?”  You swig and sigh. The details were still fresh in your memory, your last boyfriend. “No. But yes. But no. His inability to make friends with my vibrator was one of MANY issue indicating-”

 The rest of the scene played in slow motion for you, his yelp, his laugh. Your cheeks burning as he shook his head back and forth, eyebrow cocked incredulously.

 “I’m not like that.” Chin tilted down he looks up at you from under his eyebrows. “Aren’t I a guy?”  “All the guys I know are like that, competitive. The viber- it’s, it’s competition.”  “Aren’t I a guy?” He repeats again. “Aren’t I competitive?”

 In the years you’ve known him, the air has never been this tense. You’ve fought but this didn’t feel like fighting. Chan continues to stare at you, waiting for your answer. You gulp.

 “Yes, you are a guy. Yes, you are competitive. Happy? Pleased?”

 He smirks and takes another gulp of beer and swallows hard, pretty enough to be a commercial. It made you nervous. You took another sip of cider in silence.   “Sex is a team sport anyway. Gotta know your real competition.” Chan states out of nowhere with a wink.   You choke on the cider halfway down your throat. Both lungs and cheeks burning you turn to him glaring, “okay Chris. Any other tips for my sex life?”  Chan shrugs. Truthfully he never liked your ex. You’d wanted the two of them to get along so badly, you arranged activities for them that you thought they’d bond over and somehow each time it would end in an argument or as your ex would say “it’s just a conversation, babe. We’re having a dialogue. Man to man.”   Chan hated the way your ex called you babe. He’d mocked him for weeks after your break up just to see a hint of a smile from behind the clouds of anxiety. He hated how your ex would ignore you, leaving your texts unread and unanswered all night. Most of all Chan hated your excuses for him, the list long and winding.   Your patience wears thin waiting for his response and you snap, “how’s your sex life then? Prosperous I hope.”

You didn’t hope.

 He takes a measured pause, another swig, and answers, “I tried like…video call sex?” He fumbles for a term he’s forgotten and is unfamiliar with. “I just kept staring at my own dick like ‘what am I doing? This is so inefficient.’ You know?”   You can’t help but laugh, “unfortunately I do.” A very Chan thought, weighing the efficiencies of phone sex.   “See that’s why tools in the bedroom are friends. Efficiency.” Chan stumbles, visibly seesawing between curiosity and decorum. “So he really never got you off?”   “No. yeah. No.” You look anywhere else. “It’s why i prefer…efficiency.” The word efficiency slips from your lips heavily, laden with new meaning. Both of you pause and take swigs of your respective drinks.   “Bet I could,” Chan says easily, with a shrug of his shoulders.   “Sure,” you shrug back.

At first the words don’t register, what you’ve bet exactly doesn’t hit you.  “Okay, so bedroom?” He stands up, placing the empty bottle on your table. He’s so matter of fact it doesn’t hit you.   “Bedroom?” You look up at him quizzically.   “Or anywhere, if you have something specific in mind.” You tilt your head and squint your eyes further. Chan mimics you, eyes twinkling with glee. “You’ll want towels regardless.”

Oh.

OH.

He bet he could make you cum. Butterflies fill your stomach.

 “Chris, you don’t have to- listen no one has really been able to as well as me myself and my trusty vibrator Even then, no towels necessary just wham bam thank you ma’am.” Your tongue and mind are in two different places, mouth working to dissuade him and brain screaming in need.  The mischievous expression from his eyes migrates to his lips,  “is that a yes?”

 “Chan, it's a losing game. I’ve been doing this for-”

 “Where’s your spirit of competition?” he laughs and braces himself. “It’s a friendly wager. Worst thing that happens is you don’t cum and I buy you something top shelf.” Your hesitation is visibly killing him, as much as he tries to stay cool, calm, and collected. His leg jostles with anxiety. “It really sounds like a win win for you. Unless you don’t-”  “You won’t let this change our friendship right? You can do it and not let that happen?” You purse your lips and exhale, “...promise-”

 Chan launches himself at you like an over excited puppy, “yes anything, whatever you want!”

 Much like you, your bedroom is not exactly ready for this turn to the night. Chan leans on the doorway as you hastily shove the dirty clothes spilling over the edge of your hamper back under the lid. Your night stand is cluttered with skincare and two vibrators charging in the conspicuously cracked open drawer.

 “Don’t say SHIT Chan, “ you whip around, still hunched over with clothes in your fists. “I didn’t think I’d have anyone in here for a while.”   He rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a sigh, you can tell he wants to make a joke and is barely holding it in him. Instead he sits on the edge of your queen sized bed, watching you toss clothes from the top of your dresser into the basket and closet according to their relative states of wear.   “This won’t count against my time, right?” He tries to joke, you narrow your eyes. “Sheesh. Just get on the bed, okay? You won’t cum if you’re too stressed.”   “You’re not going to be able to ANYWAY Chan,” you continue to attempt to neaten your room.   “Yeah if you keep cleaning, yeah, I won't. Now get comfy on the bed please!” Chan enthusiastically smacks the mattress.   You cock your eyebrow, “make me.”   Chan sighs, it’s a simple pair of words, “make me”, and yet they burrow into him. He nods his head and approaches you putting your hips on his shoulder and hoisting you over his back, smacking your ass before setting you down on the bed.   “You done being a brat?”   You look a little dazed but you stick your tongue out at him. He sighs and goes to your bedside table, grabbing your vibrating wand left charging half out of the drawer.   “Chan. CHAN. CHRISTOPHER. That’s CHEATING.” You let him guide your legs outwards, knees pointed up.   “Wahhh, it’s been a second since you used my full christian name. ‘S’not cheating, it’s a partnership.” You wail for comic effect. He smiles a small, crooked half smile, “so, you normally get off with all your clothes on?”

 “Well, actually, yes?” You shrug, “it’s not much mess anyway so…”  “I was hoping to see your pretty cunt but we can start here,” he says, settling into the space between your thighs. Your stomach swooping again. He’d said cunt in front of you before, many times, it wasn’t a shocking word between you. Yet the addition of your…the familiar click of the vibrator interrupts the train of thought. “I’ll admit its easier when i can see the damn thing but-”  It doesn’t take much to have your hips winding. Maybe it's the familiar tool being held in an unexpected hand but the vibration feels more intense the second it sits on your mound. You barely manage to catch a burgeoning moan in your chest. Chan scoots closer on the bed, deepening the pressure on your wand.  “Can I touch you?” His voice is hoarse.  “Over. Yes.”  He nods as he leans over you, a strong hand pushing the edge of your bra down in your shirt, letting just the obviously hardened bud slip free. The rough callous of his thumb catches on the cotton threads of your shirt as he rubs over the tender bump. For you, most of the time you just used your vibrator without thinking too much about anything else. Getting off was no frills, all business. Letting him fondle you even over your clothes like horny teens elevated the entire experience.  “Howzzat feel?” He grins smugly as you bite the inside of your lower lip. Your eyes flick backwards for a second, momentarily losing the veneer of respectability you clung to so desperately. “I want you to tell me. I need you to tell me.”  You collect yourself as much as you can. “Feels real good, okay Chris? Real fucking good.”  “What’s your fastest time?” Chan starts pressing the vibrator harder against you before pulling back. It’s a subtle increase and decrease in pressure but enough to get your toes twitching.  “God-fuck-Chris- I don’t fucking- I don’t know.” Your breathing staggers. This cocky bastard is really going to make you cum that easily. Shoulder blades drawing down, back arching away from the bed, your vision swims for a second before you calm yourself by sheer force of will.  “So stubborn, babygirl!” He cackles. “You don’t wanna let me win this? It’ll feel so good if you just let yourself go. Either way you win, it’s a win-win. Just cum, it’ll feel so good. I promise.”  The spring winds again, the promise of pleasure at the other end of the snap. Your chest rises, he gives a small pinch to your taut nipple. A frankly embarrassingly needy whine hums in your nose.  “God I wanna be in you so bad right now.”  Chan’s earnest confession sends you over the edge. Your legs go numb as your eyeballs roll back in your skull, defense crashing down as the stretched spring snaps back. Wall clenching around nothing you can feel wetness bloom in your underwear. “Sssshhit,” you hiss, twitching with aftershocks as you try to catch your breath. You try to hide how your stomach tenses with every exhale.  “I was better, right?” He’s smug, you can hear it in the sing-song lilt of his voice. It’s difficult to face him fully with your post orgasm clarity beginning to hit. Peaking through one half cracked eyelid, he’s sitting back on his heels, bulge prominent in his pants. Even with your limited vision it’s hard to miss the throbbing mass.  “Different.” Your protracted answer betrays you, unable to trust yourself to keep your tone even and calm. The bed shifts below you. Chan is so close, leaning over you, a whisper away.  Mouth just to the side of yours, hovering, just within the turn of your head. “Wanna bet? I bet you’re fucking soaked right now.”  Kiss me. Touch me. Kiss now. Touch me please. Kiss, touch, fuck, kiss, kiss, kiss, kisskisskisskiss. Your brain is chanting out of your skull, body heating up from the microscopic excited vibrations you’re trying your best to hold deep in your core. “Ha,” you more bleat than laugh. Very uncool. Wheezy airy wanting air escaping from your lungs rather than the even keel chuckle of someone who totally didn’t want to their best friend to fuck their brains out.  Chan’s hand, long having dropped the vibrator, grazes your waistband. “You can tell me to stop if you want me to. But I bet you don’t want me to.” Your breath hitches as they catch and slide over the slick fabric of your underwear. His fingers are more precise than the wand and the already sensitive area is swollen. The sticky remnants of your orgasm cling as he too casually runs a finger along your slit.  You hold your breath and curl your toes.  “Do you want me to?” Chan smirks down at you.  You shake your head no.  “Is that a ‘no, keep going’ or a ‘no, please stop?’”  Deep breath in. “Keep going.”  He smiles, increasing the pressure he’s using to rub your clit with. “Good girl,” he whispers, chest practically touching yours. You can feel the corners of his mouth twitch upwards as you try to hide your gasp of delight. Laughing, he kisses your cheek. “I knew you’d have a praise kink.”  “You’re so fucking cocky.”  Chan shuffles himself off of you. “I’m confident in what I’m confident in,” he shrugs before tugging your pants down over your hips.. “Now babygirl, show me that cute cunt of yours.”  Chan is stupidly strong as he yanks your legs free. The slight rise and fall of your chests less from strain and more from anticipation. Something neither of you had really dared to entertain falling so easily into place.  “Let me see yours first,” you blurt as heat flashes through you.  Brow knitting and shaking his head in confusion, Chan shrugs, “fair enough.”  You’re going to see it. After all these years you’re going to finally see his dick. It’ll be right there, confronting you. You think about all the things you know about your best friend, the blue veins that peak up his vline, his big feet, the foreboding lump in his pants. He’s not a tall guy but that doesn’t mean much in your estimation of him. Black jeans, black underwear hugging his thighs. You take a deep breath, blinking, turning more and more into squeezing your eyes shut.  “Take off your shirt.” Your voice sounds pinched and you’re barely peeking out from between your eyelashes.  Chan isn’t one to flinch at the request, shucking his top in a flash. “I thought you wanted me to go first.”  “I do! I do. I just can’t help but think that everything is going to change after this. Like, we can’t go back from this. And I get scared.”  “I’ll still love you regardless. And if you wanna stop or nah-”  “You’re such a sentimental bastard. Take your cock out, I’m ready.”  He laughs, eyebrows rocketing towards his hairline, a bemused grin creeping slowly into the corners of his mouth. Thumbs hooked on the waistband of his underwear he pulls it down agonizingly slowly, eyes locked on your face. The way your face shifts between excitement and dread is endearing. Truthfully he wanted to prolong the anticipation just to watch you squirm for him, the butterflies invading your gut and making themselves known adorably.  The band crosses over his pubic bone to territory you’d yet seen, neatly trimmed dark hair surrounding the base of his cock.  You let out a tiny involuntary yelp.  Neatly trimmed. Thick. Without all of it being revealed you can already tell its hefty. Veins throb, crossing over the pulsing muscle. A challenge for sure. The shear weighty bounce of it as the enormity of it is revealed is daunting, enough to make any person feel virginal again.  “I’m confident in what I’m confident in,” Chan repeats, languidly fisting his cock to full mast. It’s too heavy to sit all the way up, instead jutting out from him into the open air. “Now do you want me to fuck you with your underwear on or-” pausing for you to interject before he pulls your hips up onto his thighs. A thousand butterflies burst into flames in your chest watching him kiss your knees as he removes your panties.  “Why are you being so tender with me oh my god!” Flames tickle the sides of your face as you giggle, flustered.  “‘Cuz this is going to sting a bit.”

 Oh fuck is that the understatement of the century. You can feel it from the way he rubs the blunt spongy tip of his cock along your folds. From the briefest of catches on your entrance you stiffen below him. Suddenly you’re less nervous about what he thinks of your pussy and more that he’ll not be able to fit. Lodging himself there at the precipice of heaven, he leans back over, resting himself on his forearms to keep himself from completely covering you.

 “It’ll fit, right?” You ask with a hopeful sniff.

 “Oh babe, I can make it fit, don’t worry about that. Just let me take care of it.” Chan angles his hips and lets his shaft glide over your slit. It’s a bundle of muscle you can’t resist grinding against. His forehead rests against your shoulder, his breath soaking into your shirt as he occasionally presses a chaste kiss to your neck.

 Your breasts practically ache for his touch, having felt it muted through the fabric of that same stupid shirt. With an annoyed grunt you struggle to strip it off at first, caged underneath Chan. Its not until he snakes an arm beneath you and lifts your torso that you free yourself of the barrier. Almost as impressive as his feat of strength is the dexterity with which he unclasps your bra. A pang of jealousy echos in your chest, he’s had practice. As if it should really matter to you, if anything it’s only prepared him for this moment.

 His lips are soft against your skin. Every kiss is a small promise of pleasure and harbinger of anticipation as they draw closer and closer to your hardened nipples. “Please, please, please,” you chant in barely a whisper as your back arches to meet him.

 “You want this, right?” He feigns innocence as his lips wrap around you, sucking for a second. Your hips buck upwards into Chan’s resistance, grinding harder with a groan of relief. A strand of saliva bridges the gap between your breast and his grin. His hips encourage your redoubled efforts as he goes in for another nibble, teeth just barely tickling over your sensitive area.

 Holding tight to his back you try to keep him close as you feel that same growing devouring pit of hungry need consuming your gut. “Don’t stop, please, I’m so fucking close.” It’s not so much dry humping anymore as your sex slides over him, pressure placed perfectly over your clit. “I’ll fucking kill you.” You add for good measure.

 His tongue flicks over your nub, hand finally joining to pinch and kneed the other. Chan keeps his hips as steady as he can as you grow erratic, breathlessly using him to get yourself off again. All a part of his plan.

 When you cum you sink your nails into his flesh, the muscles of his back valiant against them. The pit doesn’t go away, instead a ravenous beast wakes to fill the void. “I need it. I need you right now.” You reach down between your thighs to wedge him against your entrance again. “Chris please, please.” It’s difficult to bring yourself to say it, even now nearly blacking out with lust. “God please make it fit.”

 Grabbing a pillow to pull your hips up on, Chan starts to nudge forward into you. “You’re doing so well,” he murmurs. Slowly your walls open to him, pulling him in as the fat tip of his cock breaches the tight ring of muscle. The extra lubrication of your release helps but the stretch itself has you breathing hard into your diaphragm.

 “Chris-Chris- oh fuck- CHAN,” you scramble to hold him tighter as he pulls you apart. Your arms wrap over his shoulders, clinging to your own elbows as you squeeze.

 “You’re almost there, my good girl. Best girl.”

 “Almost?!” You yelp incredulously. “I’m so fucking full! What the fuck. What the fuck.”

 “I can stop-”

 You howl with lust filled rage. “Just shove it in oh my god Chris. Just fuck me. Please god I’m going to die.”

 Your arms bounce as he chuckles at your overdramatics “Your wish is my command, Princess.” Hands holding your hips steady his hips snap against you easily, fullying burying himself. A mighty gasp caves your abdomen, barely whispering curses as you get exactly what you’d asked for. “Hurts right?” He asks sweetly, kissing your cheek. “Let me help.”

 A telltale click.

 Whirring.

 With the white head of the vibrator placed over your clit the pain vanishes immediately. You blink furiously as the thud of your heartbeat sinks into your cunt. In all your years it hadn’t occurred to you to try this. Penetration wasn’t a necessary part of getting off so why would you? “Oh my god.”  Chan smirks.  Your hips move of their own accord, rolling just enough to push and pull him against your walls. “Oh my god it feels so good.”  “Yeah you do babygirl.” Your walls clench around him as your head is thrown back in delicious pleasure. Chan indulges in the easily accessible skin of your chest, kissing slowly between your breasts as he helps bounce you on his cock.  Orgasms roll easily into each other like a pleasant summer breeze warmly surrounding your skin and blending into the universe. It’s hard to tell where one ends and the next begins. Your bodies fit together with ease now, coated in a sheen of comingled fluids. For a moment you feel complete, your mind dulled enough to keep the buzz of thoughts finally silent, relinquishing yourself to waves of pleasure. Chan smiles, looking at your transformed face, slack jawed in open mouthed bliss.  A breath kicks your stomach in as you cum on him again, walls squeezing him desperately. “I’m going to-” he chokes on his words as he fights his own finish. “Wh-” Chan can’t even get the word out before you’re clinging to him again, rutting and fucking him into you. Weaving your fingers up through the hair on the back of his head you tug lightly. The buzz of pain jolts his hips deeply into you, painting your walls deeply with his release. A strangled raspy “shit,” passes his lips before they catch themselves on yours. His cock pulses with refractory releases, your cunt squeezing back in a sympathetic response. Neither of you want to admit you’d really fucked up the friendship.

Sorry the formatting got weird and i’m posting late but uh my other group is having a cb and i’m getting anon hate on main so here we are.

[pixiesfz]

teammates k.c

plot: you vowed never to date a teammate every again.

warning: suggestive, sorry Courtney Nevin I love you

You swore you would never date a teammate again.

At first you opened your arms to the idea, your heart exploded when your crush kissed you at your game at the under 17’s World Cup.

You remembered Courtney’s smirk when you backed away with fluttery eyes and blushed cheeks.

You didn’t know the heartbreak it would cause you months later.

“Courtney we only see eachother at camps I- I don’t think I can do the long distance anymore” you sobbed to the blonde girl who sat on the bed next to you.

Courtney stayed silent, looking down at her feet.

“Please say something” you begged, leaning over to grab her hand.

“I slept with someone” she blurted out and you quickly pulled your hands away, your mind ran a thousand miles per hour.

You stayed silent as she was now the one who was begging from a sound out of your mouth.

“With who?”

“Just some random girl- I swear it didn’t mean anything I swear” she talked but you jumped off the bed.

“Courtney I need you to stay away from me right now, or for a while” you muttered, walking back to the door.

“y/n”

But it was too late you had slammed the door shut, making your way to your and Mary’s shared room.

You swore never to date a teammate again.

You had met Kerstin through Mary, constantly having to deal with the girl FaceTiming her Man City friend. “Fowler let your friend sleep” she laughed as it was clear you were trying to sleep in the background.

“Please listen to her Mary I told Kyra I would sit next to her in the bus and she won’t let me sleep”

You heard the Dutch woman’s laugh in the other end as Mary huffed.

During many camps after that you were invited into the FaceTimes, sometimes even talking to Kerstin yourself whilst Mary’s in the bathroom or running errands.

You found your cheeks blushing one time after a game, you were talking to Kirsten as Mary was washing her hair for the teams dinner tonight.

“I took Inspiration from you” she smirked “oh how?” You asked and she lifted her arm

You tried not to draw your eyes to the veins that popped out but you couldn’t help yourself. “Look a number three, inspired by your hatrick” she laughed and you rolled your head back “what is it you Australians say…you’re a gun!” She cheered and you blushed, too embarrassed to see the notification that Kirstin had taken a screenshot at the interaction.

Mary walked into the room with her hair wrapped up in a towel “looking fancy” you stated and panned the phone to her “nice Fowler, looking scrumptious” the Dutch girl laughed and you joined.

“if you guys are ganging up on me now I wonder what it’s going to be like when y/n joins city” Mary sighed and Kerstin gasped “your joining city?” She asked and you nodded your head “signed a contract not that long ago, so surprise?”

You were welcomed to City with open arms from all the girls Alanna taking you under her wing as she felt protective over you.

After all she was the one who caught you crying in the hallway after Courtney had told you she cheated, your eyes filled up with so much tears you could barely see.

“How’s Manchester treating you?” Allan’s asked as you sat with her and Leila, a Spaniard you had grown close with.

“Good I’m enjoying my time here everyone is so nice”

Whilst the three of you sat in the corner Jill cornered Kerstin who was ‘subtly’ looking at you from the other side of the room.

“You like her” Jill piped up and Kerstin jumped “nuekan!” She whisper yelled and Jill smirked “no I don’t” she denied.

“Yes you do”

“No I don’t”

“Yes you do”

“Yes I do”

Jill smiled triumphantly and clapped her hands together “then ask her out” Jill encouraged

“Ask who out?”

The two Dutch girls widened their eyes at Mary who had innocently jumped in on their conversation “uhm” Kerstin started and Jill looked around.

“Nobody”

“Y/n”

The two spoke at the same time and Mary’s eyes widened as she turned to her friend and hit her “why did you tell Jill before me” she said as Kerstin pulled away “ow stop” she said as Jill laughed and turned to Mary, pulling her away from her friend.

“So” Jill trailed off “do you know what y/n thinks of Kerstin?” She asked and Mary’s face fell and with that so did Kerstins “oh my god” she groaned.

‘I’m so stupid’ she thought but Mary grabbed her arm “It’s not that she doesn’t but it’s just that she doesn’t date teammates, she’s very big on it” Mary said and Jill shrugged “why?”

“Well when we were younger her and Courtney dated during Matilda’s camps and well when Courtney moved to Leicester and y/n stayed in Melbourne well…” she trailed off

“It’s easy for a couple to break up cause of long distance” Kerstin said as she thought of couples she knew “it wasn’t just the long distance, Courtney cheated on her and it really hurt her, so she’s vowed ever since” Mary said and the two girls nodded “oh” was all Kerstin said as she looked over to where you sat.

You were roomed with Mary for your first away game as your international teammate now was on edge from keeping Kerstins secret from you.

“You and Kerstin are close” she spoke up and you blushed, thankfully you were facing away from your friend so she couldn’t see the small smile that erupted on your face.

“I guess” you shrugged and Mary nodded “I know you vowed off dating-“

“Mary” you warned her and she groaned “I know but Kerstin isn’t like that”

“Yeah well I thought Courtney wasn’t like that either” you defended and Mary dropped her head “look” you started “if we weren’t teammates and there was no chance of having a weird team dynamic after we break up sure yes I would take her on a date” you shrugged

“I mean she’s nice, really cute, makes me laugh aswell as laughs at my jokes and has the tattoos that I’m attracted to and sure she would probably make a good girlfriend and-“ you stopped talking as you looked up to your fellow Aussie who was grinning ear to ear.

“I like her” you realised

“You like her a lot” Mary sang out and you slapped her.

You didn’t know what to do with your newfound information. Everytime Kerstin came up to you at trainings or at games you blushed and ran away like a little school girl.

“Y/n/n what’s up?” she asked you one day as she ran behind you “oh nothing” you trailed “any weekend plans?” She asked shakily as you both stopped.

You could lie and say no just incase she wanted to hang out but you found yourself wanting to hang out with her, by yourself…with nobody else there.

“None at the moment why?” You asked with a smile and the girl blushed “we should go out for coffee or lunch or something” she said and your breath hitched “or we could not-“

“I’d like that actually” you smiled and the Dutch girl nodded “great”

And with no thought your mouth betrayed you.

“Sounds like a date”

And you ran off.

The weekend came and you found yourself with Kerstin walking through a couple of clothe stores before you went out.

You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t like the way how Kirsten’s body would press behind you when you looked at a top for too long.

“That would great on you” she mumbled, her breath hitting your neck due to the height difference.

The top was nice and you were looking for your size until and idea popped into your head.

You turned your body to her, faces inches apart “how about we buy a piece of clothing for eachother and wear it out”

“wear it to our date?” She asked and you smiled, nodding and dropping your head to hide your blush.

“Okay but the top I like for you is near so close your eyes” she said with a grin as you did so “you pick yours then I pick mine I saw something at the start that is perfect”

Kerstin tried to be quick as she picked up a flowy top near where you stood, she remembered how your eyes lingered on it when you walked in.

“Okay I’m done” she announced before you smiled, a jump in your step as you made your way to a sweater vest that you knew that she would like and you knew she would look hot in.

“Okay I’m done too” you said and the Dutch girl laughed “alright let’s go pay and then get changed because we are already five minutes late to our reservation”

Getting changed you tried to ignore the way your heart was racing when she picked out the top that you secretly hoped that she would.

Kerstin stepped out with a grin “Love it” she smiled and lifted up her arms to flex as you laughed but secretly admired.

You both sat down and ate, Kerstin offering to pay as she invited you out. “Well next time I’m paying” you told her

“Next time?” Kerstin asked and you sheepishly nodded “yeah”.

It wasn’t until your next international camp that your teammates buckled down on you.

“No love life in Manchester?” Kyra teased as you smiled and you blushed, ignoring the stare on your face from a certain blonde.

“She would tell me” Alanna boasted and Mary choked on her food “no she would not” Caitlin told her “Yeah Lani if I was y/n I wouldn’t want you Interrogating my new girl” Mackenzie laughed.

“Well is there?” Charli asked with a grin and you shook your head as a ‘no’ but your facial expressions betrayed you.

“Who?!”

“What?!”

“I have to approve!”

“Aight everyone off her” Mary laughed before Steph quirked her eyebrow “you know” she stated and Mary shrugged “Well I’m the one who has to leave our room whenever she comes over” she groaned and you laughed from your spot.

“So does she follow you for all your matches?” Teagan asked and you nodded “you could say that”.

You laid on top of Kerstin, straddling her hips as you kissed down her neck “you know people are starting to catch on” you smiled, lifting your head up to press a kiss to her lips.

“So let them I don’t care” she mumbled “you’re just saying that cause you’re enjoying me right now.

“I have a pretty girl on top of me what else is there to ask for?”

“The FA cup?” You perked up as you both laughed.

“I’m just happy I finally got my own room this camp” you tutted “also my team knows I’m seeing someone but they don’t know who”

“Even Courtney?” Kerstin asked and you nodded. You saw hunger creep into your soon to be girlfriend’s eyes as you talked about your ex.

“I don’t like that your with her for the week” she said, her grip tightening on your hips.

“Then why don’t we show her that I’m taken” you smirked , leaning back down and kissing Kerstin.

You moaned in pleasure as she moved her lips down your neck, sucking hard on certain parts, knowing when to stop so they wouldn’t show up for your Matilda’s game.

You decided that you liked it when Kerstin was jealous.

You broke away as Both your hands went to the ends of your top, trying to take it off before knocking was heard at your door.

“Y/n!” Little Harper Gorrys voice yelled out as you rolled off Kerstin pulling your top back down “ow” you cursed and threw a blanket over Kerstins body who was silently laughing at your fall.

Opening the door you looked down to Harper who was smiling “you make weird noises in your sleep” she giggled and you nodded “where’s your mum?” You asked and she pointed down the hallway where you saw Katrina talking to Allanna who was on the phone.

“There you are Harps” Katrina smiled and walked over to you where Harper put her hands out for her “go to mama” you coed as Allanna got off the phone.

“Hey you and Kerstin are close yeah?” she asked and you nodded “yes” you nodded, panic laced in your voice as the said girl was hidden underneath a blanket metres away.

“Jill called said she’s not at the hotel they’re staying at” she said “oh” you mumbled, trying to look around your room to see if there was a clear body on your bed.

But a gasp was heard.

Katrina had her hand to her face and the running footsteps of both Kyra and Mary were heard as they went to your room.

“You have a hickey!”

“I know who you y/n is seeing!”

The mother daughter duo spoke at the same time as all eyes returned on you.

“Did your girlfriend follow you to Netherland for one game?” Alanna asked as Katrina laughed.

“That’s who you’re seeing?” She asked, putting the pieces together and you sheepishly nodded.

“Who?” Alanna asked, still confused as your nerves rose but a hand grabbed onto your back for comfort.

“Jeez Lani you’ve suffered one too many concussions in your life”

“KERSTIN!”

she latched onto your waist and placed her head on your shoulder “surprise?”

[unfortunate-brat]

You’re Mine | guitarist!ryomen sukuna x latina!reader

pairing: guitarist!ryomen sukuna x latina!reader

synopsis: you may have left the club with someone else but sukuna knows you’ll never be satisfied unless its him.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: slight pussy inspection, drinking, smoking, dirty talk, degrading words, obsession, jealousy, talk of pregnancy, implication of choking, sukuna is in denial, toxic relationship, sukuna is not a romantic,

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his eyes look into the crowd as each finger chooses the right tune for the song’s melody. it’s the first time sukuna’s sung in front of a big group of people, let alone outside of his own room. gojo advised him to picture everyone naked to help ease the nerves but that only makes the guitarist disgusted. besides there’s only one person who looked good naked.

you were sipping your drink at the bar, eyes elsewhere as sukuna continued to entertain the crowd. he wonders if you’re avoiding his gaze, if the words he’s singing sound familiar to your ears, if you’d maybe look his way for fucking once.

strumming his guitar, he looks down to his fingers moving with perfect precision, this beat was nothing new of course. the pink haired fool had practiced it for three weeks while thinking of you. losing sleep as every wrong note would remind him of that night you screamed at him for being a jackass. that he would never change for the better. that perhaps whatever arrangement the two of you had was pure poison.

those dark eyes focus upon you yet again, unable to stray away from the hand that has wrapped around your waist. how dare you let someone else touch you? sukuna takes a moment to glance away, so no one figures he’s trying to blow someone up with his mind.

with the final note, sukuna glances in your direction yet again and sees the other guy dragging you away towards the bathroom. your laughter seemingly follows behind but its too loud in this place to tell for sure. what he does know is that whoever was pulling you away was a dead man.

he’s about three glasses deep in vodka, opting to just get it without ice as his thoughts are haunted by your face. there’s no doubt that you haven’t left and are still somewhere with that fucking asshole. as much as sukuna is very much to blame for you being with someone else, he won’t think to apologize.

dark crimson eyes dart to the bathroom where you had seemingly disappeared to, debating whether to get up and drag your ass out or to wait. the buzz running through his body was fueling his thoughts to beat up the guy but he’ll never get to play at this club if that happened. he’ll just have to play the long game.

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meanwhile you had snuck out to the front of the club and shared a cigarette with the stranger from earlier. both your bodies huddled close together to fight the chill of the night.

normally you didn’t smoke but after a couple drinks, the craving overpowered your brain. luckily this guy had a whole pack and for now, you enjoy the sting of nicotine coating your airways. it’s better than the sting of a certain someone’s kiss, despite how you somewhat missed them.

there’s no doubt that the song sukuna covered tonight was about you, it’s one of the many he practiced while you were asleep during the rare times that sukuna let you stay over that is. and you could feel his eyes burning a hole into your body, assuming that he knew you were with someone else.

“cold sweetheart?” a voice says softly, interrupting your thinking as a warm jacket covers your shoulders. “there, I wouldn't want you to freeze.”

you smiled softly, taking the last drag of the cancerous stick before handing it back to him. “thank you.” the smile he returns makes your knees weak, who knew someone else could do that for you? “you sure you’re not gonna freeze?”

the man lets out a smirk before wrapping an arm around your waist, closing the distance between you both. “nah, i got you to help me with that.” his lips meet yours and you can’t help but kiss back with the same passion. ignoring the cigarette that fell to the floor, being snuffed out by his foot. your arms wrapping around his neck as he chuckles between kisses. “see? feeling warmer already.”

“oh shut up.” pulling away you glance at the cab’s waiting for someone to use their services. “wanna head to my place?”

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sukuna doesn’t sleep, something in his brain telling him that you were up to no good. if he could drive, he’d head to your place. toss you on the bed and make you remember who could make you scream the loudest. paint that pretty skin of yours with bite marks and various hickies. make you so stupid all you can blabble out is his name.

running a hand through his spiky strands of pink, sukuna glances at the time on his phone. it’s already six am and a whole night passed without him realizing. guess his thoughts were too deep.

with a groan, he grabs something basic, sweats and a black hoodie before heading out of his apartment. alcohol may make his ability to drive out of the question but walking won’t. you did live a bit far but his determination will fuel his energy. and if anything, sukuna was gonna make you take him back. even if it’ll take a couple rounds of sex to do so.

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there’s a pounding at your door and despite you not wanting to get up, your neighbors might start complaining. so with not so graceful steps, you rise from the warmth of your bed to the door. wrapping a silk robe around your figure as all you slept with was panties. finding a tall and dark figure standing in your doorway, the stench of vodka oozing off his skin.

“you gonna let me in or what?” his eyes stare into your own, taking note that you were pretty much naked underneath the silk.

“it’s six in the morning, can’t this wait?” you whine, rubbing one of your eyes as sukuna pushes past you. “i’m tired.”

he freezes before slowly turning around as you shut the door. “tired from what?” and within seconds sukuna has you pinned against the wooden door, one hand resting at your throat. “from faking with him? or did he know what he was doing?” Your hands are powerless against his own as they remove your robe, shifting down to the lace barely covering your cunt. “no marks, is he too scared to hurt you or what?”

you can’t fight him, nor stop his actions as the buzz from earlier is still in your veins. as your judgment isn’t in its best state and old feelings are resurfacing. it had been three months since he last touched you like this. you had mostly avoided him of course but how long could you resist him entirely?

your body is thrown down onto the mattress, legs spread apart as sukuna rips the lace covering the last inch of you in two. rough and callused fingers spreading your folds open as he chuckles darkly. “look at my beautiful girl, she looks abused. guess he did know what he was doing huh?” you can’t help but look away, biting back the moan that threatens to escape you.

his thumb swipes through the arousal that began to pool out, bringing it to his mouth for a quick taste. a mixture of your sweet juices and a bit of saltiness greeting his taste buds. “hmm, you always were such a slut for creampies.” he takes a moment to look up at you, noting how you chose to look away. “what, you hate me now?” a harsh slap against your folds makes you whimper as he grins. “that’s not what this pussy thinks and you know it.” another slap, followed by three more make you whine and the shame pools in your stomach.

his free hand grabs your chin, forcing your eyes to meet. “you can fuck anyone, act like it’ll be enough but we both know the truth at the end of the day.” there’s no warning when his tip greets your entrance, you hadn’t even noticed his sweats were off. “this pussy is mine and i don’t have any issue reminding you. nor do i care his cum is still inside.” he pushes inside, bottoming out as you writhe and squirm under his towering frame. “let’s see which one gets you pregnant first.”

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