#i actually cleaned my dorm room the other day

[theintelligentfool]

i enjoyed high school! i had a lot of friends! some of them were even close! but holy SHIT . i can say, with full confidence now. HIGH SCHOOL SUCKS SHIT and im GLAD I DON'T GO THERE!!!

[giogiobb]

Tease pt.2

Nerd!Armin x Reader

tags: teasing, tongue piercing (once again), power play, slight stalker behavior, obsessive armin, choking, threatening language, cock warming, light scratching, edging, praise kink, spanking, fellatio, mouth kink, dry humping, biting, sensory deprivation, overstimulation, auralism, smut

fanart credits to: @warmiipalomaa

→ pt.1

It has been a few days since you and Armin had sex in the club washroom. Everytime you think about it, your face heats up, making you want to dig a hole and bury yourself in it. Your whole weekend went by with you dreading meeting him and having to sit through the tutor lessons. Armin on the other hand felt the need for more. More of you in ways that he wouldn’t even dare to say out loud.

While you were drowning in your thoughts, your phone goes off with a ding. You lazily rollover to see who texted. Speak of the devil, it’s Armin.

Armin: “Next tutoring lesson will be on Monday, 7pm after the class that we have together. We will have it in my dorm room so you can focus more.”

As you read the text, you could’ve sworn your eyes were lying to you. What does he mean to have it in his dorm room so you can focus more? Little did you know that it would do the exact opposite.

You: “What do you mean focus more? Aren’t I focusing enough?”

Armin: “Yeah, you’re not actually and it’s kind of getting on my nerves.”

Huffing reading the last text he sent, you throw away your phone onto a pillow on the floor. He sounded so cold and stern. You knew he was all that, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain thinking he’d soften up on you now that you both shared a moment. Maybe it wasn’t new to him, but to you? Who knows. He didn’t even bother asking how you were ever since that night when you ran out of the club washroom after fixing yourself up. 

Monday came rolling in faster than you expected. You loathed having to go into class that day because you couldn’t stand the idea of facing him. You arrived to class a bit late because of a traffic jam. Walking in, having all the eyes on you felt embarrassing because you were usually never late. However, all looked at you but him. You walked to the back row and sat with your head down playing with the hem of your skirt.

Armin saw you walk in, he took a glance at you when you weren’t looking and saw how your thigh high socks hugged your legs while the skirt was flowing. He couldn’t help but bite his lips with desire while covering his face with his hair. He shook his thoughts away and forced himself to pay attention for the rest of the class. The moment it ended, he almost ran to where you sat. He reached to your desk and tapped on your shoulder making you look up. “Let’s go.” He said looking down at you through his glasses. The same glasses that fogged up that night, you thought. Nodding you stood up and grabbed your bag to follow him.

It didn’t take more than 5 minutes to reach his dorm room. Taking your shoes off, you entered after him. His room was clean, too clean almost but seeing all the posters on the well, you felt at ease. He walked to his desk, setting his bag down. He sat on the chair in front of it and signaled you to come and sit on the chair beside the desk. You decided that no matter what happened, you were going to act the same. So you went and sat with no hesitation. “So I’ll teach you a bit and finish covering half the content. Then I’ll give you a quiz to do to see how much you have improved. Is that okay?” He spoke while looking at the papers in his hands. “Fine by me.” You spoke with uninterest. Armin began the tutoring and you fought with your thoughts wanting to actually focus on what he was saying.

Yet the way his knee was touching yours kept distracting you. Whenever you’d move your hand to write a note, it’d touch his. The light physical contact kept trying to push you over the edge. Armin on the other hand knew exactly what he was doing. He deliberately sat close to you and he was monitoring the way your body stiffens with breath hitching whenever you both touched.

“Okay, that’s all. Here’s the quiz, you can start it now.” He said after closing the book he had in front of you both. You took the quiz and began examining. When you were doing so, you felt Armins heavy gaze on you. It made you uncomfortable because you couldn’t focus on what needed to be done. In fact, you felt your whole body become warmer, making you remove your hoodie revealing the tank top you wore underneath. Armin closely watched the way you did it. He stared at your chest and neck so heavily, admiring the fading marks he left on your body. It has been days so it wasn’t that visible and that made him want to leave more. As if to mark you as his.

The thing you didn’t know about him was that he always had an eye on you. You were so outgoing and carefree it intrigued him, but most of all, he loved the way you carried yourself. He wanted to know more about you, ruin you and make you his. That's why when he overheard you say how you failed an assignment, he asked the professor whether any students needed tutoring. His luck being great, your name was brought up. Which led to him being assigned as your tutor. He wonders how you would react if you knew that it wasn’t just a coincidence that he got you as a tutee, but rather it was a deliberate plan with a not so pure intent.

A few minutes goes by as Armin was lost in his thoughts. He snaps out of it when you stand up slamming your pen down. “I can’t do this, I’m leaving.” You say not wanting to explain what was on your mind and walk away getting your things. Armin shot up and walked behind you to slam the door close right when you opened it. His arms reached past your face from behind and slammed the door close taking you by surprise. You turned around with a scowl on your face and look at him. His expression was unreadable as he brought his face closer and closer until you could feel his breath on your lips. Was he going to kiss you? You wondered as your breath began getting heavy. He smiled and brought his head away. “Nope, you’re not going anywhere. In fact, I’ll help you. I’m in charge of getting your grades up after all.” You looked at him dumbfounded. Was he being serious right now? You have never had such a pushy tutor before, but deep down you actually didn’t want to leave. You just got up and walked away because you were afraid that if his gaze was on you for any longer, you might say something that makes you seem pathetic.

He held your wrist and dragged you to his desk once again. He took your bag and hoodie just to drop it off on the chair you were sitting before. He sat on his chair and patted on his lap. You raised an eyebrow wondering whether he was indicating what you thought. “Your eyes wander a lot and I need your full attention today.” He said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment when you realised what he meant. All this time you thought he didn’t notice when you looked at him, but he very much did. Reluctantly you sat on his lap making sure to not sit directly on his crotch. You didn’t mind this, it’s just that you weren’t used to any of this. He held your wrists and moved it onto the sides of the paper so he could read it to explain to you. His hot breath fanned on the back of your neck making you squirm on his lap. It kept going until you suddenly felt yourself sit directly on his crotch. You both froze and you turned around to look down at him.

His face was a rosy pink and you saw little sweat beads forming on the sides of his face. He stopped and looked up at you making eye contact. It felt as if the world stopped when you both leaned in for a kiss. His hands shot up to grip the back of your neck and around your waist while yours went to hold his face to deepen the kiss. The familiar feeling from that night came crashing when you felt his pierced tongue explore your mouth. You both broke off the kiss to catch your breath, but you lost it again as his hand reached up your skirt to feel your clothed heat. You felt yourself buck towards his hand but he quickly took it away making you whine.

“Take your panties off.” He said moving away from the desk giving you space to stand up and do so. You shyly did so and dropped the panties to the floor. He carefully watched you, eyes never leaving your hips. You felt a wave of adrenaline in the heat of the moment. It led you to lift up the front of your skirt just to show him your core dripping wet. He bit his lips, so desperate to taste you but controlled himself to do exactly what he planned. He reached to your hand and grabbed it to gently guide you in front of him. He then unbuckled his jeans and pulled his boxer down enough for his cock to spring out. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk as he lifted up your skirt and played with your folds just to bring the fingers up to his lips to taste your slick. You quietly whimpered wanting more. His one hand gripped your hip pushing you down towards his lap while the other gave a few pumps to his cock before teasing your entrance with his tip.

“Is this okay?” He whispered just enough so you could hear. You hurriedly nodded wanting it but a sharp slap on your butt made your hand slip as a gasp went past your lips. “Use your words, beautiful.” You felt yourself swoon over the compliment and gathered your thoughts before squeaking out a yes. He finally lined his cock with your entrance and held you by your hips to push you down on his full length. Your body stiffened up as you felt yourself stretch on him. Your nails dug deep into the desk and left scratches while you bit your lips trying to suppress your moans, but hearing Armin moan louder than you as your heat engulfed him made you even wetter than before.

You wanted him to move you on his length, but his hands dug deep into your hips holding you in place. “Fuck Armin, can you move already?” You asked impatiently. You heard him chuckle and say “Actually, no. You will continue to do the quiz while I’m in you. Then you won’t be able to run away like before.” You were shocked at his response hoping he was kidding but no, he wasn’t. He slipped a pen into your hand and nudged it towards the paper. “Start.” He lowly said into your ear trailing kisses down your shoulders and back. Your hands tightly gripped the pen making your fingertips hurt. You then had the idea to move on him if he wasn’t going to do anything. The moment his grip loosened from your hips, you grinded on him making him let out a choked moan. He cursed and hugged your hips with one arm while the other wrapped around your throat. “Don’t you dare try to make yourself cum. One more move and you’re kicked out.” He warned you in his stern voice making you even more excited. One thing about him is that he knew how to edge you too well.

You felt the lack of oxygen as he kept holding your throat tightly. He let go just before you began seeing stars due to the lack of oxygen. Your eyes welled up with tears as you caught your breath. His other arm was feeling your legs up and down, specifically between your thighs. He reached to the hem of your thigh high sock and slipped a hand in it. He lightly scratched your thighs up and down, just enough to make you breathless. You felt the urge to close your legs and rub them together to stimulate your core, but the moment you began moving them close together, his hands strongly gripped and spread them apart. He also felt the need to just fuck you at the moment, but he controlled himself because he knew the reward for waiting patiently would be too good.

Your hand moved with a lot of strength hoping it's the right answers being written. After what felt like hours of him feeling your thighs and playing with your boobs under your top making you mewl, you finished writing the answers. He picked up the paper when you stopped writing to examine it. The moment his touches stopped, you wanted more. So you picked up his other hand and slipped it under your bra making him play with your nipples. Your moans increased and saliva dripped onto the desk from your lips.

After a few minutes, he finished reading and surprisedly chirped. “Wow, it’s all correct. I’m amazed.” You felt a bit of relief upon hearing this but you wanted nothing more than to climax at that moment. He began peppering kisses and nipping on your shoulders. “Smart girls like you would get the best rewards.” The way he praised you made you proud and happy, but the way he held your hips before he began bucking up towards your heat, made you even happier. A loud moan broke across the room leading to a string of it. He reached to his shirt and pulled it over his head doing the same to your tank top leaving you in your bra. He then pushed the study material to the side and stood up pinning you to the desk on your stomach. Your face pressed to the cold desk while he brought both your wrists together and pinned them to your back before setting a fast pace. There was a pool of saliva forming near your mouth as the moans spilled from your lips.

Armin brought one of his hands to your clit while fucking deep into you. You wanted to ground yourself and hold onto something or somewhere because of the overstimulation, but his hand held your wrists too firmly. You began trying to free it. Fortunately, he realised and let go of them, only to hold the back of your throat as he worked to make you reach your climax. Your moans got louder while your fingernails dug into the desk again. A short while later, you clenched around him so hard that he had to stop fucking while you gushed around his cock. He rubbed circles on your clit helping you ride your high. Your body went limp once he stopped moving. He pulled out of you to let you catch your breath. You whimpered feeling the emptiness in you while you slowly pushed yourself up from the desk to turn around and lean on it to face him. He admired your fucked out face and dreamy eyes before he leaned into kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer so that you both were chest to chest feeling each others heartbeats.

He slowly led you to his bed sitting down with you on top of his bulge. He moaned a little into the kiss when your core touched his cock that was well overdue for a climax. You stopped kissing and got off of him getting on your knees. He looked at you with anticipation you reached to his cock giving it a few pumps before doing kitten licks on his tip. He leaned backwards on the bed with his upper body propped up on his arms making eye contact with your pretty eyes. You felt nervous holding eye contact as you slowly took his full length and bobbed your head up and down making him throw his head back and arch his back gripping the sheets. Your tongue licked the backwards of his cock which was one of his sensitive areas. His groans became louder as his breath fastened. He then sat up to hold you by your hair making you stay in place before fucking into your throat. Your hands gripped his thighs, fingers digging deep when he he began fucking so deep into your throat that his tip kissed the back of it. Your vision became blurry as he kept doing so. He then reached down towards your butt and gave it a squeeze before spanking making you moan around him. He finally let go of your hair allowing you to move your head away with a gasp trying to catch your breath. It took everything in him to not cum on your face before he leaned down to push your hair away from your face to pepper it with kisses.

He pulled back to look at your face with glassy eyes and saliva mixed with precum glistening around your mouth. He wiped it away with one of his thumbs before slowly inching the thumb towards your lips to make you suck it. You did so wanting more of him. You felt cock drunk to the point of no coming back. While he had his thumb in your mouth, he slowly moved one of his legs between yours making you straddle it. Your heat sat directly on his foot making you sensitive. He held your jaw as your tongue kept swirling around his finger, then he moved his foot just to give pressure to your core. You accidentally bit down on his thumb hard enough to make him bleed. You felt the strong taste of iron on your tongue as you watched him bite his lips with a mix of pain and pleasure on his face. He took out his tongue and gave it a quick lick before holding you by the sides of your face to lean in for a deep kiss before making you slowly grind on his foot. You moaned into the kiss wanting to catch your release, but you felt like such a slut doing so on his leg. Nevertheless, he slyly coaxed you into doing so, making you hump on his foot. Your clit roughly brushed against his jeans pushing you over the edge.

You moaned loudly and hugged his leg as you came on it after a while. Your breath was ragged and Armin felt even more turned on seeing you make yourself cum on him. He reached down and grabbed you by your hands before pulling you up and further on the bed. You felt so sensitive when he made you sit on his bulge holding your hands. He rubbed little circles on the back of your palm and left hickeys on your chest as he let you catch your breath after your high. Every now and then, he would lick your skin making you lightly flinch when his cold piercing dragged across your skin. He let go of your hands and pulled away before he reached for a sleeping mask on his night stand. You looked at him with confusion on what he wanted to do with it and he asked “May I?” Holding it over your head to put it on. Curiously, you nodded letting him put it on your eyes.

It was pitch black with no doubt and then only you realised, this is going to heighten your other senses making you even more sensitive. Your hands roamed on his body before finding his shoulders and holding it. His hands felt your curves up and down before lifting you by your hips. When he did so, you were sitting up on your knees, legs bent on his sides. He then lined his cock with your entrance once again and slowly pushed you down on it. You felt so sore at this point but loved his length in you. Your insides hugged him perfectly and he moaned loudly when your heat engulfed him fully. He stayed in you for a few minutes just to embrace the feeling of it.

Then he suddenly bucked his hips upwards thrusting into you while holding your hips. Your body went limp onto his chest while your arms tiredly snaked around his neck hugging him closer. He softly gripped your arms to unwrap it from his neck to guide them onto the headboard of the bed. The way your body hovered over him when you didn’t know where his face was made you nervous, until you felt his teeth lightly bite your nipple. Your hands tightly gripped the headboard as you whimpered. He then held you by your butt before he set a brutal pace fucking into you trying to at last reach his climax. The way he licked and nibbled on your nipples combined with the way he was fucking you was making dizzy. You were so sure your moans were loud enough for the nearby rooms to hear but you couldn’t care less.

After a moment of going on like that, Armin's hips began to stutter as his mouth let go of your nipples. He reached up towards your hands on the headboard and brought them down to his chest making you lay on him as his warm tongue licked stripes up and down your ear while fucking into you. Your ears were particularly sensitive, so the way his piercing felt wasn’t helping one bit. You then sat up on him and began bouncing on his cock, making him moan loudly. You felt your body shiver when you heard him. His hands reached up to your hips and held it not too hard admiring the way your skirt danced around your thighs as you bounced. The feeling was giving you a sensory overload as his cock now abused your g-spot due to the angle. “Fuck, you’re so good to me.” He said in a voice dripping with desire and desperation. Your mouth hung open leaving saliva drops on him.

He then reached up to the sleeping mask on your eyes and took it away. He looked into your eyes before sharing a teeth clashing and tongues fighting rough kiss with you. You felt yourself melt into the kiss right before you both came together. You felt fuck his cum deep into you as you clenched him until he came dry. You both moaned and groaned as you both calmed down from the high. You rolled over next to him, legs on his thighs and an arm on his chest as his arm was under your neck. You both laid there, catching your breath as the room was filled only with the sound of breathing.

Armin broke the silence afterwards with some hesitation, “So, want to go on a date?” He asked with a touch of uncertainty, worried you might reject him. However to his surprise, you let out a soft yes nodding on his arm. He looked over and smiled at you before giving a kiss on your forehead. You didn’t know where and how this would go, but Armin knew exactly what he wanted and it was you to himself.

hope you guys enjoyed the pt.2 as well.♡

word count: roughly 3900 words

a/n: thank you all for the love on pt.1, it took me so long to write a pt.2 cause i was nervous lmao 😭. unfortunately, this is just it for ‘Tease’. hopefully i ended it on a satisfying note!

also, i decided to tag everyone who wanted a pt.2 + those who asked to be tagged in pt.2.

taglist: @idontdomath @lilithskywalker @snail127 @inutted0 @strawbinoamii @nejispersonalcumslut @alrihhty @xencc @kodsuken @etphonehome0623 @hunnie-bunnieee @vvanillaflowerr

[sacrificiallane]

FRATBOY .ᐟ LUKE ( let 'em hear )

warning ! MDNI. p in v. cussing , headlock ? , some sort of exhibitionism ? ( luke wants everyone to hear ) mean!Luke being mean to not only you. short.

notes ! this was requested. kinda. i literally have no idea about frats, my knowledge comes from fics and ... reading icebreaker. i never ever proofread, so uh

"shh... just take it, yeah just take it..." and taking it you were ! like a pro, back arched into the possibly most uncomfortable position, folded over a pillow and your pretty face pressed into another. if you were disagreeing, Luke couldn't hear. the sound of his skin slapping against your own was enough to drown out anything that wasn't your helpless babbling into the sheets. "take it."

Luke was pent-up, really ! days on end, the other frats been getting on his nerves. whether it was the mess that was their frat house ( because none of the idiots seemed capable enough to follow a rather simple cleaning plan ) or — even worse ! — nights spent unable to find sleep, because most of the newer, younger ones were screaming into their headsets rather than finding sleep themselves. yeah, Luke was just so done.

and sure, talking about it might have been an easier option. i mean, most of the boys naturally respected Luke. because of his headstrong and guiding personality. a trait he most likely gained from his shitty father...

but talking was boring ! yeah, talking certainly didn't bring across how respectless it actually was to practically force someone to listen to something they did not want nor need to hear.

and by the time his sweet, darling girlfriend came around, he all but dragged you into his room, slamming the door behind him with purpose.

and slamming inside of you with purpose, too.

"fuuuck" the warmth of your cunt was familiar enough to take some of his edge off. but certainly not all. Luke was still fuming when his hips practically forced your own flush against his, slipping impossibly deeper until he was sure his tip was hitting that little spongy part inside of you that had you make this specific little, sharp noise.

and before you could even form any protesting words ( which he knew you would have, if your brain hadn't turned to complete mush ) your boyfriend pressed into that spot again, and again. there was a purpose behind his quick thrusting, like he was trying to milk that spot for all it was worth...

one of his big beefy arms curled around your neck then, his biceps the only place to put your nails when he tugged you flush to his chest. the skin sticking together instantly... feeling hot and sticky on your flesh, and making you keen loudly in pleasure. the new angle made it impossible to wiggle away from his relentless poking at your cervix ( or at least that's how deep he felt ! )

"fuck, thas' it," your boyfriend ― normally limited to simple groans and stifled moans whenever you'd get it at his frat home ― was now giving you way more than you could ever ask him for. what was normally reserved for your dorm only ( just because the walls were a little thicker than the ones inside the frat house ) seemed pushed to the back of his wonderful mind, when Luke was giving you a variety of sounds that matched with his pace. furthermore, the fingers that would keep you quiet by being stuffed ( more like forced ! ) between your plush lips, were now coaxing even louder noises out of you too, by rubbing you silly to the rhythm of his thrusts.

he wanted this to be heard.

and only by the time he's sure that the whole house has finally ( finally !! ) quieted down, does he allow you to fall apart...

god's know he deserves a good night's sleep. ♡

[absdollievu]

And they were roomates

nerdcollege!abby x femcollege!reader

��Room 302”

You can feel Abby’s eyes on you again—sharp, silent, disapproving. You’re sprawled across your bed, phone raised above your head, fingers moving fast as you send another voice note in the group chat.

“You ever gonna open that textbook?” Abby’s voice cuts through the room like a knife through quiet.

You roll onto your side and glance over. She’s at her desk, back straight, highlighter moving across a page like she’s painting a masterpiece. Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun, a few loose strands sticking to her forehead. She hasn’t looked away from the page, but she doesn’t need to. You already know the look on her face.

“I’m multitasking,” you say, gesturing lazily with your phone.

She finally looks up. “Multitasking?” She lifts an eyebrow. “Pretty sure TikTok doesn’t count as prep for midterms.”

You grin. “Hey, there’s educational content on here. I saw a guy explain quantum physics using cats and Red Bull.”

Abby closes her book with a loud thunk. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’ve been told that before.”

She exhales—more tired than annoyed. You think she might actually be used to you by now. It’s been three months, and despite your late-night voice calls, early morning music blasts, and a general aversion to productivity, she hasn’t requested a room change. Not once.

You sit up and cross your legs. “Wanna watch a movie instead? You look like you need a break.”

Abby narrows her eyes. “You’re trying to corrupt me.”

“I’m trying to save you. You’ve been studying since lunch. Your brain is gonna melt.”

She hesitates, and for a second, you think she might say no. But then she sighs, pushes back from her desk, and grabs the remote.

“If I fail this test because of you, I’m writing your name on my scantron.”

You snort. “At least we’ll go down together.”

And as the movie starts, and she finally smiles for the first time all day, you can’t help but think that maybe—just maybe—being annoying has its perks.

⸻

You’re out of breath, hoodie half-zipped, and the panic in your chest is loud enough to drown out your thoughts as you bang on the dorm door like your life depends on it. Because, honestly? It kind of does.

“Abby! Abby, open up! Please! I’m gonna die!”

The door swings open a few seconds later. Abby stands there in sweatpants and an oversized shirt, glasses perched low on her nose, a protein bar in one hand and her usual look of exhausted patience in the other.

You’re practically vibrating. “Midterms. Abby. I don’t know anything. I looked at my notes and it’s like ancient Greek.”

She blinks once. “So you’re finally realizing you’re screwed.”

“Yes! And I need you to unscrew me. Academically. Please.”

Abby takes a long, dramatic bite of her protein bar, chews, and then says, “No.”

Your jaw drops. “No?!”

“No,” she repeats, adjusting her glasses. “I’m walking to the café. I need caffeine. And distance.”

And with that, she steps past you and starts walking down the hallway like some calm, towering goddess of discipline and disappointment. You scramble to catch up.

“Abby. Abby, come on. You’re, like, my only hope. Everyone else is worse than me. Paulina thought the French Revolution was about baguettes. Please.”

She keeps walking, not even sparing you a glance as she pushes through the dorm exit and into the brisk air. “Should’ve thought about that before you decided to major in group chat politics instead of psychology.”

You groan. Loudly. The café’s across campus. It’s going to be a long walk. But you’re committed now. You trail after her, spewing every excuse and half-baked promise you can think of.

“I’ll buy you coffee! I’ll clean our whole room! I’ll go to class! I’ll—”

You reach the café’s doors just as Abby pulls one open. You tug gently on her arm, face scrunched in a dramatic plea. “Abby. If I fail, I’ll have to retake the class. With a professor who hates me. And I’ll cry. You hate when I cry.”

She pauses, hand still on the door. Her expression softens—just a little—and she exhales like this is the most exhausting favor anyone’s ever asked of her.

“Fine,” she mutters, holding the door open wider. “But I’m quizzing you over coffee. And if you get one question wrong, I’m making you delete TikTok for the rest of the semester.”

You gasp. “You are cruel. You’re cruel, Abby Anderson.”

And yet, as you both step into the warm, espresso-scented air of the café, you can’t help but grin. Because even when she rolls her eyes and pretends to hate you, she still shows up.

⸻

It’s been a few days since the café. Abby hasn’t said anything about how well you did, or how she’s been quietly rewriting her study materials so they make more sense to you—not the textbook. But you can feel it in the way she starts pausing after each card, letting you come to the answer in your own weird, roundabout way. She doesn’t roll her eyes as much. Doesn’t sigh as dramatically. Sometimes she even lets your ridiculous examples stand without correction.

Tonight, you’re in the dorm. Your side’s a mess, as usual. Her side? Not a single thing out of place—except for the fact that her desk is currently occupied by both your notebooks, two mugs of tea (hers mostly untouched), and a bowl of chocolate covered pretzels you brought in as a peace offering.

Abby sits across from you, legs crossed, pen tapping against her knee. Her glasses are slipping again. You wonder if she knows how often she pushes them up when she’s trying to hide a smile.

“Okay,” she says, holding up a card. “Explain confirmation bias.”

You lean back on your elbows and smirk. “That’s when you only look for stuff that proves you’re right. Like how I keep ignoring my grades and focusing on the one time a professor said I had potential.”

She snorts. “That’s… not wrong.”

“You’re smiling.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

She looks down at the flashcard. “Next question.”

But the corners of her mouth are still tugged upward, just a bit. She flips the card and throws you another one. “Defense mechanisms. Give me two.”

You hold up a finger. “Projection. Like when you get mad at me for not studying, but really you’re mad at yourself for how much you secretly enjoy our study sessions.”

Abby raises an eyebrow.

You add a second finger. “And denial. Like how you’re pretending you don’t love my sense of humor.”

She rolls her eyes so hard it almost counts as a stretch. “That’s not how those work.”

“It’s how I work.”

She looks up at you then, chin tilted slightly, and there’s something unreadable flickering behind her glasses—like she’s trying to figure you out, again. You hold her gaze a second too long before she glances away and pretends to reorganize the cards.

The air shifts, just a little. Not a full change. Not serious. But enough that the room feels warmer, more charged.

You break the moment with a grin. “What, no lecture this time?”

“I’m saving it for when you inevitably crash mid-sentence because you’ve been running on caffeine and chaos.”

“You care.”

“I’m invested in not watching you spiral.”

“You care a lot.”

She looks at you again. This time, it lingers. “Shut up and read the next definition.”

You don’t. Not right away. You study her instead—how she bites the inside of her cheek when she’s holding something back, how her fingers flex slightly when she’s annoyed and trying not to show it. How she doesn’t push you away when the flirting starts to sneak in like a slow drip. She just… lets it hang in the air.

You flip a flashcard.

“Okay,” you say. “Final question: which defense mechanism is it when you pretend not to like your annoyingly charming roommate?”

Abby lets out a sharp breath through her nose. Her mouth quirks into a reluctant smile, but she doesn’t look up. “That’s called repression,” she mutters, scribbling something in her notebook.

You’re grinning. “Interesting. Very, very interesting.”

She doesn’t say anything.

But her ears are a little red.

And she still hasn’t told you to stop.

⸻

The dorm’s gone quiet. Flashcards are stacked neatly on Abby’s desk, tea mugs mostly drained, and the study buzz has simmered into something slower, more still. You stretch, groaning dramatically, then grab your towel and shower caddy.

“I’ll be quick,” you say, already halfway to the door.

Abby doesn’t look up. “Please don’t flood the hallway again.”

“No promises.”

You disappear down the hall, the sound of the shower starting a minute later.

Abby brushes her teeth in silence in the bathroom while you’re showering. Taking a quick glance outside to your side of the room—half a disaster zone, half a lived-in mess she’s begrudgingly gotten used to. She spits, rinses, and wipes her mouth on the towel hanging by her bunk.

The shower shuts off.

You return, wrapped in a towel and rubbing at your damp hair, cheeks pink from the heat. You don’t say anything as you dig through your drawer for a sleep shirt, but Abby catches the slight grin on your face when you realize she’s watching and turns quickly back toward her bed.

You change with your back to her. Nothing dramatic—just cotton and routine and maybe a heartbeat that’s a little too loud for no real reason. You crawl into bed, exhale, and reach to turn off the lamp.

Darkness swallows the room in a soft, shared quiet.

“Goodnight, Ab’s,” you mumble into your pillow.

There’s a beat.

“Don’t call me that,” she says automatically, voice low.

You roll over slightly, just enough to peek through the dark. Waiting.

And then, softer:

“Goodnight.”

You smile, eyes already slipping closed.

Abby turns her face to the wall, tugging the blanket up—and hiding the small, involuntary smirk that’s found its way to her lips.

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He Calls you Clingy - Bang Chan

Bang Chan x FemReader

Trigger Warnings: Cussing, sickness, hospitalization, angry Chan, angry skz (at Chan), protective Hannah, medical inaccuracy, throwing up, surgery, probably more. 

Word Count: 6.6k 

Summary: You have been dating Chan for two years, you were on tour with him and were in Australia with him. You had been feeling sick but didn’t know why, you had gone to Chan for comfort but he got angry at you and called you clingy. When you start to feel more sick you don’t go to him for help, but end up going to Hannah. It’s not until you end up in the hospital that Chan realizes that something is seriously wrong. Will things be ok between the two of you or will things be over for good? 

Lee Know | Seo Changbin | Hwang Hyunjin | Han Jisung | Lee Felix | Kim Seungmin | Yang Jeongin |

Screenshot Count: 9

Photo's not mine (Except for texting screenshots), credit goes to photographers

I had met Chan three years ago but had been dating him for two years. Those have been the best two years of my life. He has been so sweet and caring, always taking care of my needs and wanting to make sure I’m happy. I loved him with all of my heart and I knew that he felt the same, but recently he had been super stressed because the company had been on his ass because of their upcoming comeback and their upcoming tour. I was doing my best to support him and be there for him in any way that I can, I made sure to help keep his and Innie’s dorm room clean, I made sure to cook for the boys so that they had good and healthy meals and I tried to make sure that Channie got as much sleep as he could. 

Present:

Their tour had started back in August and they were all super stressed, thanks to my job I was able to travel around with them. I was staying out of the way as much as I could so that I didn’t add even more stress to Chan, I knew how stressful touring could be for him and he didn’t need the stress of his girlfriend added onto the stress of tour and managing seven other guys. I knew that he was looking forward to seeing his family when they were in Australia. I had only ever met his family once, and from what I could tell they liked me but I still wanted them to actually like me because one day I wanted to marry their son. The one good thing is that Hannah, his younger sister absolutely adored me and she and I talked almost every day. 

When she heard that I would be joining them in Australia she was over the moon, threatening to steal me from Chan the entire time. I laughed at that, Chan did as well but it didn’t seem like his normal laugh and I didn’t know how to feel about it. He seemed more agitated than normal and I didn’t know what to do about that. I didn’t want to over step because I knew that this was his space and his element because he’s been on tour before. I’m hoping that once Channie gets to see his family he’ll be better because I know that he hasn’t seen them in forever and I also know that he misses them. 

In Australia: 

I can tell that Chan is in a little bit of a better mood with the knowledge that he’ll get to see his family in a few hours. I'm also excited because I’ll get to see them again and I’ll get to see Hannah, and she’s been begging for me to come visit her even if Chan couldn’t come with me. After the boys all got set up and comfortable at the house the company rented for them, Chan and I were able to go and visit his family. I was super excited but it almost seemed like Chan was annoyed that I was going with him. I wanted to ask him what was wrong but I didn’t want to upset him at the same time. 

“Channie, are you excited to see your family?” I ask Chan as he drives him and I to his parents house.

“Yeah I am. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to see them.”

“I’m sure that they are just as excited to see you.”

“Yea.” His response was shorter than I expected, we didn’t talk for the rest of the drive. 

When we arrived at his parents house, they were already waiting outside for us, waiting to greet us with open arms. I waited off to the side while he greeted his parents, watching as he finally got to see his family. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I watched the happy reunion, when he finally let go of his parents they made their way over to me and gave me the tightest hug ever. Before I could even turn around I could hear Hannah yelling my name as she was running towards me, I barely had time to prepare myself as she was barreling into me. 

“Y/n, you’re finally here!!” Hannah yells, hugging me.

“Hi, Hannah. It’s so good to finally see you again.” “We are so hanging out while you are here. Forget about my brother.” 

“Do I even get a hug?” Chan asks, pretending to be offended, or I hope that he’s pretending to be offended 

“Of course you do, I just had to give my favorite girl a hug.” Hannah answers her brother as she gives him a hug. 

“While you two are staying with us, you guys can stay in Chris’s old childhood bedroom. We made sure it was all set up and ready for you.” Chris’s mom mentioned when the hello’s were all said and done.

“Aw, thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” I respond to Jessica as she leads us into the house. 

After we got settled in and had dinner we all had settled into the living room, Chan was on the floor getting some love from Berry. I was sneakily getting some photos of it, he was having the time of his life finally getting to be with her and I could tell that she was also excited to see him. As it got later, I could tell that Chan wasn’t ready for bed but I was getting tired so I kissed him on the head before heading up to his room. I ignored it when he slightly pulled away from the kiss, ever since we left Korea, he had been acting so weird and I didn’t know why or what to do about it but I didn’t want to mention anything while we were with his family. 

I don’t know what time Chan came to bed but I woke up in the middle of the night to him holding me, I felt cramping in my stomach and was super nauseous. I worked slowly to crawl out of the bed so that I didn’t wake up Chan, once I was out of the bed I ran into the bathroom and threw up. I don’t know how long I was in there before slowly making my way back into Chan’s room, when I got back into bed Chan rolled over and pulled me back into him. 

“You were gone for a minute, are you feeling ok?” He asked, slightly concerned.

“Yeah, I think so. I didn’t feel good, but I feel better now.”

“Do you need anything from me?” He wakes up slightly more.

“No, I think I’m ok. If I need anything I’ll get it.”

“No love, if you need anything please tell me.” “Alright, alright. If I need anything I will tell you.” 

“Thank you.”

The next morning, when I woke up I still felt sick but I didn’t want to ruin Chan’s concert and I also didn’t want to worry him. So I did my best to hide the amount of pain that I was in, but as the day progressed and we got closer to having to leave for the concert the pain got even worse. I didn’t know what was wrong and it was starting to scare me, I knew that I should say something but I couldn’t. I couldn’t take the attention off of Chan, it was his moment, it was his day and my needs could wait until after the concert. If things got to be too bad, I could always leave early and go to the ER on my own. I didn’t need to worry Chan when he should be spending time with his family. While waiting for things to get ready, I tried to find comfort by cuddling with Chan. Any time that he needed to go and do something I would follow him, wanting his warmth and comfort, especially when I don’t feel good. But after a while, it seemed that he got tired of the fact that I was so attached to him, following him everywhere and not giving him the space that he wanted. He ended up pulling me to the side, away from the guys and his family. 

“What is going on with you today?” Chan asked me as soon as we were alone.

“What do you mean?”

“You have been attached to my hip all day, I get you didn’t feel good last night but jesus. I have not had a minute to breathe.”

“I’m sorry.” “You have been up my ass all day, I need space.”

“I’m sorry Channie, I just haven’t felt good. You make me comfy so I went to you for comfort, I didn’t mean to overwhelm you.”

“There is a difference between wanting comfort from me y/n and being clingy, and dammit y/n you are being so damn clingy. It’s making me question why the fuck I even asked you to come on this tour in the first place.” 

“What?”

“I mean seriously y/n. You are always there. I don’t think there has gone a day where I haven’t seen you since this fucking tour started, I know you said you were somewhat clingy when we first started dating but this is a whole different level of clingy.”

“Chris, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be clingy.”

“Just give me some fucking space.” I go to respond but I feel a sharp shooting pain in my right side, the kind of pain that takes my breath away and I don’t have the chance to even respond to Chan before he’s walking out of the room. 

I don’t try to call out to him because I know that it’ll just anger him even more and I don’t want to make him even more angry before he has to perform. Tears well up in my eyes and I’m left struggling to find my way to a place to sit down, I don’t hear anyone enter the room. I stumble trying to make it to where I know there’s a couch, I feel hands on my arms helping me to the couch. The tears are streaming down my cheeks so hard and fast now that I can’t make out who it was that helped me, until they speak to me asking if I was ok and if I needed anything. 

“Y/nnie, are you ok?” Felix’s deep but comforting voice sounded from my right side. I tried to respond but the pain was so bad that all I could do was sob. 

“Felix, I really think that we need to get Channie Hyung.” Han’s voice sounds from my left.

“NO, please don’t bother him.” I panic when I hear that they want to get Chan.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Why don’t you want us to get him? Why are you crying so hard?” Felix asks, sounding even more worried. 

“H-he and I-I got into a huge fight and I don’t want to cause him any more trouble. P-please don’t bother him. I’ll be ok.” 

“Y/n, I’ve never seen you cry this hard. It’s scaring me.” Han says as he rubs my back.

“I just have some cramping. That time of the month must have come sooner than I thought, it caught me off guard. I’ll be ok, boys, I promise.” I try to reassure them.

“Alright y/nnie, I’ll believe you but if you need anything please don’t hesitate to ask either of us for help, ok?” Felix says, making sure that I know I can ask him for help.

“I know, now go. You guys have to go on soon. I’m just going to lay down here for a while, maybe take a nap and see how I feel about half way through the concert.” “Alright, if we can’t help, don’t hesitate to ask one of the staff for help. They’ll be able to either help you or get one of us to be able to help you.” ‘Alright, I promise that if I need help for any reason I will either ask the staff or you two for help, ok.” I say, still crying pretty heavily.

“Get some rest y/nnie.” both Felix and Han say as they walk out of the room. 

I lay down, still crying, I don’t know how long I was laying down but at some point I must have fallen asleep because soon I woke up in even more pain than I was in before. All of it was centralized on my right side, I cried out in pain, feeling like I was going to pass out from the pain. Through the waves of pain I texted the one person I could think of who might be able to help me right now, because as much as I wanted to ask the staff or the boys I knew that they were all busy with the concert and I wasn’t about to do anything to piss Chan off anymore than he already was. Through blurred vision I texted Hannah. 

I listen to Hannah and text Han to see if he can help me to the back entrance of the stadium so that Hannah doesn’t have to worry about security. Thankfully when I text him, he responds right away. 

Before another response comes in from Han he’s bursting into the room and he looks concerned and terrified. I try to reassure him that I’m ok but another wave of pain hits me and I try to keep the tears from falling. But it doesn’t work, Han doesn’t say anything and rushes out of the room. I don’t try to call after him, when he returns he has Chan in tow, if I wasn’t in so much pain I would have cringed at the fact that he went and got Chan. 

“What’s wrong now?” Chan asks, clearly upset about the fact that I’m crying. 

“Chan, I’m sorry that Han went and got you. It’s nothing to worry about, go back and watch the boys perform.” I grit out through the pain, tears still streaming down my face. 

“Well I’m here now, so why did Han come get me in a panic?” 

“I told him not to, he didn’t need to bother you Chan. I’m sorry that he bothered you Chan.”

“Jesus Christ y/n, will you just tell me why the fuck you are crying and why Han came to get me.” I jump slightly at his angry tone.

“Chan Hyung, calm down. There’s no need to get angry at her.” Han tries to defend me, but it just makes Chan even more angry.

“Fuck y/n, I asked for space and you couldn’t even give me that. You just had to get the boys involved.” 

“Chan she didn’t get me involved, it’s clear that she’s in pain.” Han tries to reason with Chan. 

“Whatever, unless it’s life threatening I’m going to go watch the boys perform. Y/n I’ll deal with you later, because for some reason you cannot find it in yourself to not be clingy for half a night.”

“Chan, what the fuck.” Han looks at Chan mortified. 

“Han, mind your manners.”

“Not when you speak to your girlfriend like that.”

“I am your Hyung, you will show respect.”

“And she is your girlfriend and you aren’t showing her any respect. So fuck you, Chris, leave. I will help your girlfriend. She doesn’t need whatever negative energy you have right now.” Han ignored Chan as he walked over to me, helping me stand but when a wave of pain caused my legs to buckle he lifted me and carried me out of the room, towards the back of the arena where we would wait for Hannah until she got here. 

While we waited, Han tried his best to help alleviate the pain but it didn’t do much. I was in so much pain now that I was sobbing, staff around us were concerned about what was going on but didn’t ask and Han didn’t offer up any reason as to why I was sobbing so hard. When Hannah finally pulled up, he immediately got me into her front seat, telling her to break as many traffic laws as possible, call ahead and explain what was happening because something was seriously wrong and I needed to get to the ER as soon as possible. As soon as he saw Hannah and I drive away he was rushing back inside to confront Chan, and let the others know about what had happened. 

Han’s POV:

Once I texted the groupchat, I walked around the backstage area until I found where Chan Hyung was. I don’t know what happened between him and his girlfriend but I don’t care what it was, it doesn’t give him the right to ever treat his girlfriend the way that he did. He said that we should always treat the people we care about with respect and the way he treated her was not with respect. When I finally find him, he’s at the drink cooler getting a water, I can tell that he’s still angry and honestly at this point I’m glad that he is because fuck him for how he treated y/n. She is an angel and has done nothing but love him and that’s how he treated her? Fuck that, he doesn’t get to get away with that, even if he is my Hyung. When he spots me, I can see the anger return to his eyes ten fold. 

“Han, we need to talk. Now.” He gestures to the room where y/n had been resting.

“Yes, we do.” I follow him into the room, leaving the door open enough for someone to hear in case someone passes by. I don’t think Chan would ever hurt me but still. 

“What the fuck was that? Disrespecting me in front of my girlfriend?”

“Chan Hyung, respect goes both ways. Y/n couldn’t stand up for herself at the time and you were disrespecting her.”

“It is not your place to decide whether or not I was respecting her or not.”

“She was in obvious pain and you were yelling at her.” 

“She was being dramatic to get you on her side because of our fight.”

“No Chris, no she wasn’t.” “Han, I will not say it again. Watch your manners. She was acting, she has been so fucking clingy this entire tour and then today it has been ten times worse, I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t do anything without her being right fucking there.” “She was in pain, Chris. She went to you for comfort and you called her Clingy.” “Chan Hyung called y/nnie clingy?” Minho asks from the doorway, having just finished his solo.

“Yes. I was in here to bring her out back so that Hannah could pick her up. I was worried because she mentioned going to the ER so I went to get Chan Hyung and he walked in talking about how he asked for space and how she couldn’t even give him that and that she was clingy.” I explain to Minho, forgetting that I hadn’t told Chan that y/n was going to the ER. 

“Y/nnie is going to the ER?” Minho asks worried about y/n’s health.

“Y/n called my fucking sister?” Chan asks, angry that y/n bothered his sister.

“She was in so much pain Minho Hyung that I had to carry her out to Hannah’s car, her legs buckled from the pain.” I respond to Minho, ignoring Chan completely.

“She’s fucking acting to get attention. Because I wouldn’t give her attention, she’s trying to get attention from everyone else.” Chan tries to cut in, I go to respond but Minho, usually respectful of Chan but extremely protective of y/n answers before I can. 

“Chan Hyung, kindly shut the fuck up. When in your entire relationship has y/n ever acted out in an attempt to get someone’s attention? When has she ever acted this way?” Minho asks Chan angrily. Chan, shocked that Minho talked to him this way, doesn't know how to respond, so he just walks out of the room. Minho, worried about y/n, creates a groupchat with everyone but Chan so that the others are aware of what’s going on.

As I’m about to go back onto stage, and before I hand my phone over to one of the managers, I get a message from Hannah that makes my stomach drop to my feet 

Your POV:

Hannah had called ahead to the hospital, letting them know that we were coming and what my symptoms were. When we got there they were waiting for me with a gurney, they didn’t wait for Hannah, they rushed me back into the ER. I was in so much pain now that I didn’t even know what was happening to me, so out of it that I could barely respond to the questions that they were asking me. Finally they allowed Hannah to come back into the room with me and she was able to answer some of the questions for me. When they took me for some of the tests, she was able to answer any of the unanswered text messages from the guys. There were none from Chan, and that pissed her off. They started an iv on me and soon were taking me off to get a ct scan, because all of the symptoms that I had given them sounded like I had appendicitis and they were worried that my appendix had ruptured. They never ended up taking me back into the emergency room, room that they had me in initially, they had to take me into emergency surgery because when they looked at the ct they saw that my appendix had ruptured and was leaking toxins into my body. While they prepared me for surgery they went back into the room where Hannah was and explained to her what was happening.

Hannah’s POV:

While y/n had gone to get her ct, I tried my best to respond to any messages that she had gotten from any of the guys. It was maybe 20 minutes later when the nurse came back into the room, without y/n. I tried to look around for her but I couldn’t see her, and the nurse looked concerned. 

“Where’s y/n?” I asked the nurse.

“Y/n is being prepped for surgery.”

“What?” “When we got the results of her CT scan, it showed that her appendix had ruptured.” “Oh god.” “If she had waited any longer to come in, things could have been much worse for her. She’s not out of the woods yet, but her odds are a little bit better now.” “Thank you for letting me know. Should I wait here for her to get out of surgery, or is there somewhere else?”

“Because it ruptured, she will have to stay overnight for observation. So I will take you to her hospital room.” “Thank you.” “Of course, just follow me.”

I get up and follow her, worried about y/n and what will happen to her and wondering if Chan knew about what was happening. I let Han know, so I knew that he would let the others know, but I knew that I should probably text my brother. Just let him know that his girlfriend was here and that she was in surgery. But when I went to text him, I already had a text from him and it was not what I was expecting. 

I don’t respond to any more of his texts because soon, they bring y/n back in from her surgery. She’s still out and they mention that she might still be out for a while due to the pain meds that they have her on, I let the others know that she was out of surgery and then put my phone away so that I could focus my attention on y/n. I wanted to be aware in case she woke up and needed me for anything, I also knew that the boys would let Chan know and would get here on their own. 

Bang Chan’s POV: 

I was putting away my gear for tonight's concert when I.N came up to me, he looked concerned and almost worried about the fact that he was going to have to talk to me. I stopped what I was doing so that I could give him my full attention, I hadn’t checked my phone since my last conversation with Han. 

“Channie Hyung, have you checked your phone recently?”

“No, why?” “Hannah, has been trying to text you.” “She has?” “It’s about y/n.” “Jesus, not this again.” “Chan, I respect you but this is getting out of hand. Why are you treating y/n this way? If you are so sick and tired of her, why not just end things? Why continue to get annoyed with her, and treat her the way that you have been?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you not see the way that you have been treating her?” “No? I haven’t been treating her any differently than I do when we are home.” I look at I.n confused.

“Yes you do. You get annoyed with her super easily, you don’t want to spend as much time with her, you try to spend as much time away from her as possible now.”

“That’s not true.” “But it is Chan. You have gotten annoyed with her for every little thing, she has begun to distance herself from the group Chan.” 

“I haven’t been doing that, have I?” “Chan, you know I respect you as a leader. But if you continue to treat y/n like this, you are going to lose her, if you haven’t already. This might have been her final straw.”

“That can’t be true.” “You need to try to make it up to her before she gets out of the hospital. So go, we will finish up here.” “Thank you, Innie. I owe you one.”

“No, you owe the guys one because they only sent me because they know you have a soft spot for me. If I had it my way, you would be cleaning up on your own while we went to see her.” “You're really pissed with me aren’t you.” “Yeah, I am. You disrespected Mom. She has done so much for you and this group and this is how you repaid her. She didn’t deserve this, you’ll be lucky if she stays with your dumbass. You also owe an apology to Han and Minho Hyung who tried to get it into your thick head that you were being an ass and you disrespected them and pulled the leader card on them.” “Your right Innie, I do owe them an apology. And once I get my girl back, I will give them a huge apology.” “Good, now go get your girl.”

I don’t respond to innie and instead run out to one of the cars that we had rented. Rushing to one of the 24 hour marts that were close to the hospital that y/n was at, before rushing to y/n. I didn’t want to show up empty handed. I knew that Hannah was upset with me and she had every right to be upset with me, y/n had an even bigger reason to be upset with me. I was an ass to her and when she came to me for comfort, I turned her away and called her clingy. God, how could I have called her clingy? She is the least clingy person that I know and I had the audacity to call her clingy. 

When I got to the hospital after stopping by the store, I ran up to her room as quickly as I could. Before I could enter her room, Hannah stopped me. I could tell that she was not happy with me, she must have been talking with the others and they must have told her what happened. 

“Hannah, please let me see her.” I practically beg my younger sister.

“Why should I?” 

“I know I was an ass to her, I want to apologize.” “You don’t deserve that angel of a woman, but for some unknown reason she wants you.”

“You're right Hannah, I don’t deserve her. I’ve never deserved her, especially after how I’ve treated her today.”

“No you don’t deserve her after how you’ve been treating her this entire tour but she’s been too nice to even talk to you about how much it’s been affecting her. Because she doesn’t want to cause more issues for you, she didn’t want to be even more of an issue for you.” “What?”

“You have been an ass to her since August, but she’s kept it to herself because she loves you and didn’t want to add more stress to you. And the one day that she needed your support, you blew up on her and called her clingy. So please, do tell me why I should let you in to see her?” “You’re right, I shouldn’t get to see her but I am begging you to let me make this right.” “You are lucky that I love her and that she still wants to be with you.” “Thank you, Hannah.”

Your POV: 

I wake up, still in pain but nowhere near the same amount of pain that I had been in when I had passed out? Did I pass out, I don’t recognize where I am. As I look around the room I am in I realize that I’m in a hospital room. When I look down, I see that I still have an iv in my arm, I also feel a heavy weight in my hand. I see that it’s another hand, a hand that doesn’t belong to me. I follow the hand and see that it belongs to Chan, the poor man is slumped over in a chair next to my bed holding onto my hand tightly but not enough to hurt. I move my hand, trying to wake him up but not enough to startle him, but he still startles awake when he does wake up. 

“Y/n! You’re awake!” Chan jumps up when he sees that I’m awake.

“What are you doing here?”

“I heard what happened, I’m so sorry.” “You don’t have to be here Chan, it’s fine. You wanted your space.” “Baby, I am so sorry that I said that to you. I didn’t mean it.”

“But you did, otherwise you wouldn’t have said it.” “No love, I didn’t mean it. I was stressed and I took it out on you. I shouldn’t have done that and I regret it so much.” “Chan, you called me clingy. I needed help and you called me clingy. I thought I could rely on you and I couldn’t.” “Yes, you can rely on me. I promise that you can.”

“How can I trust that I can rely on you?”

“Give me the chance to prove that you can rely on me. Please love.” “I don’t know if I can trust you again.” “Give me the chance to prove it, please baby please.” Chan practically begs me. 

“You get one chance, Chan. If you mess up again, that’s it. I’m done.” “I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that you can trust me.”

Epilogue:

After I was released from the hospital Chan spared no effort in making sure I knew how sorry he was and was so attentive that it almost got tiring but I had missed how caring he was before the tour. It was like seeing the old Chan again, the boys and Hannah gave him shit for being an ass to me and made sure he knew that he was in the wrong, he had to apologise to both Han and Minho. It was interesting to see him apologize to them, but you could tell that he was truly sorry and that he felt bad for how he had treated them. 

When we left Chan’s parents house I wasn’t allowed to lift anything, so the boys carried everything for me. Chan kept me close to him, even in the airport which was odd for us because normally when we travelled he still kept space between us because he didn’t want me to get bombarded by fans even though they did know about us. With me having surgery, he kept me close to his side, with Changbin and Hyunjin on my side and in front of me to try and protect me as much as possible from injuring my incision. The entire rest of the tour he continued to prove that he was sorry and that he would never treat me that way again. At the end of the day, he gave me permission to and I quote ‘hit him with a car’ if he ever dared to treat me that way again. 

When we got to the last stop of the tour, he wanted to take me on a date. Because of how busy he had been, we hadn’t much time to spend just the two of us. So I happily agreed, dressing up in a cute dress while he dressed up in a nice pair of jeans and a nice button down. He took me out to dinner, and after we went on a walk. 

“Love, I just want to thank you again for giving me another chance to show you how sorry I am for the way that I treated you.” Chan said as he pulled me to a stop in front of him.

“You’ve proven yourself Channie.”

“Still, thank you baby.” I don’t know what to say to him so I wrap my arms around him, resting my head on his chest. 

He doesn’t say anything, resting his head on my head while I keep my arms tightly wrapped around him. The trust isn’t all the way back but it’s starting to come back, and I know that one day that trust will be stronger than it was before. I love him with all of my heart and I want him to know that. So I surprise him by leaning up, kissing him on the lips, I hear his breath catch in shock before he kisses me back. I wrap my arms around his neck while his arms around my waist, pulling me into him and deepening the kiss. 

“Love, I want to make you a promise.” Chan says as he presses his head to my head.

“What’s that love?”

“I want to promise that I will always love you, I will never treat you the way I did from August to October. You mean everything to me.” “You mean everything to me too, Channie.”

He leans down to kiss me again, when he kisses me this time I swear it’s different than every other time. I love this man with everything that I have and things may not be perfect but I know that everything will be ok in the end. 

Lee Know | Seo Changbin | Hwang Hyunjin | Han Jisung | Lee Felix | Kim Seungmin | Yang Jeongin |

[blastiebabe]

just paint my nails, damn it

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

It was a tiring day, you are currently in your dorm room lying in your bed, scrolling though your phone. The training with Aizawa and All Might earlier have drained almost all of your energy. Just when you are about to close the app where you were bingeing, your phone vibrates. A message from Katsuki.

Katsuki:

my room. now.

You roll your eyes by his sudden authoritative text that is actually isn't new to you. It isn't also the first time that Katsuki asked you to be in his room, over the course of the two of you training together, to studying together, eating together, really, being inside in his room together isn't that surprising.

You and Katsuki hangs out almost everyday, maybe as friends (?) But in your perspective, Katsuki is becoming more than that for you. And you don't know what to feel about it. Hell for sure that explosive dude doesn't even see you as a woman. Therefore, these days, you have been trying to avoid being alone with him. Not that he will let you do so like what he is doing now.

After rolling your eyes, you type a response.

You:

nah, too tired.

Katsuki:

too tired my ass. come. now.

You:

Kats, I'm tired

Katsuki:

and that's why you should come here

For the nth time, you rolled your eyes reading that message. You see, this kind of things is what makes you think there can be a possibility between you both. You left him on read and was about to turn your phone off and just ignore him when it vibrates again, receiving another message.

Katsuki:

please?

You groan as you reach for your hair in frustration. Damn it why is it so hard to say no to that damn explosive man? You stood up, bringing only your phone and going straight into his room wearing pjs, you didn't even knock. You opened the door abruptly.

"What the fuck do you want?" You ask with both your hands crossed to each other. You find Katsuki sitting at the floor of his room beside his bed, in front of him is a coffee table and on top of it are nail polish and other shit that one uses when painting and cleaning nails.

"Well hello to you too, ma'am." Katsuki says without even batting an eye on you, focusing on looking at the colors of nail polish in front of him.

You come inside his room, closing the door, then sits in front of him. "Katsuki, what is it? I just wanna rest for fuck's sa-"

"What color should I paint my nails with?" Katsuki asks, completely disregarding your crash out. He holds up in your face 2 small bottles of nail polish, one is black, the other one is orange.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You ask, completely irritated at how he is treating you when he was the one who asked you to come here when you told him you wanted to rest. "Katsuki, I don't have time to do this, I just want to rest. I'm going back." You say before you try to stand up.

"You're not goin' anywhere." Katsuki says firmly, holding your wrist when you were about to stand up. He sits you back down.

"What are you-"

"Calm the fuck down. Give me a minute." Katsuki says before standing up ang going to his study table. He grabs a food tray, with a bowl of katsudon and a tea and water beside it. Katsuki brings it in front of you.

You look at him, trying to put your questions into words but none came out. When he realized you were struggling, he spoke. "The nerd told me you haven't eaten dinner yet. What are you, a dumbass?"

"What-"

"Eat, the only way to bring your energy back is to eat. So, calm the fuck down and eat." Katsuki says before focusing on the nail polish before him again.

You look at Katsuki and the food, then back to Katsuki, then the food, then Katsuki. "Did you make these?"

"What do you think?" He says without looking up at you.

"Aww, Kats that so sweet-"

"That ain't free, dumbass. You're coloring my nails." He says looking at you. You see the corner of his ears turning pink. Shit, that made your cheeks red too.

You proceed on eating dinner, while Katsuki tries to entertain himself by doing random things while waiting for you. After your last bite, Katsuki still haven't decided what color he should paint his nails. You thank him for the food he has prepared, and you bring the tray back on his study table.

You get back on your position drinking water and looks at Katsuki busy on trying to figure out his nail polish. You stare at him for a brief moment, then smiles. Suddenly all the tiredness washed out of you.

You grab the black nail polish, reached for his left hand and put it above the table while holding four of his fingers, studying it closely, thinking of a technique to color it perfectly. For sure Katsuki would not want anything less than perfect.

"The hell are you doing?" Katsuki asks, looking at you staring at his fingers. You see the subtle redness in his cheeks.

You smile. "Paying you back." You speak. "Black suits you the best, Kats. I have always loved seeing black on you."

Katsuki is trying his damned best to fight all his face muscles and not to smile by that sudden compliment from you. You laugh at this reaction from him. Seeing Katsuki flustered is an opportunity only presented for you, so not making the most out of it is a sin.

"Are you just asking me to color your nails so you can hold my hand?" You tease him.

"What the-?" Katsuki was startled by what you just said. Looking at your teasing expression, he groans. His cheeks redder than earlier. "Just paint my nails, damn it."

You laugh.

Oh, bloody hell, falling for this guy might not be as bad as you think.

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ we listen and we don't judge ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, mentions of drinking/being drunk and sex)

You and fratboy!Jaehyun sat side by side at the dining table in the kitchen on the frathouse. You had a sticky note beside you so you knew what you were going to say while Jaehyun scrolled through his notes app. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, "no judging right?"

"I promise baby, unless you confess to something absolutely crazy," you laugh softly, setting your phone up against a cup.

You hit the record button and nod at Jaehyun before you both recite, "we listen and we don't judge."

You look at your note and laugh softly, "sometimes I tell you I have to study but in reality I don't want to spend the night because I know you haven't washed your sheets."

Jaehyun's jaw drops, "I wash them every two weeks!"

"Now you do! But sometimes you also sleep in your sheets right after the gym and they smell," you confess softly.

Jaehyun sighs before you both repeat, "we listen and we don't judge."

"Sometimes when I wake up after you or go to bed after you, I use your skincare stuff because it makes my skin feel nice," Jaeyhun tells you.

You laugh, caressing his cheek lovingly, "you know, I have noticed a nice glow to your skin."

"We listen and we don't judge."

You draw your hand back and drag it down your face with a soft groan, "no judging, but when I first saw you for the first time in the library, I saw Taeyong and I thought he was cuter than you."

Jaehyun's face falls, "you don't still think that do you?"

"No! I'm with you because I love you! But he just looked so cute in the library with his beanie and his hood was on. Cute like a baby or something," you reassure with a gentle hand on his forearm.

"We listen and we don't judge," you both recite in unison.

"Sometimes when you drink too much at a party and you ask me if you did anything bad the next day, I lie and tell you no because I don't want you to be embarrassed," Jaehyun tells you slowly, almost reluctantly.

"How bad are we talking?" You ask nervously, biting your bottom lip.

"Dancing on tables and chasing Mark around the house to kiss his cheek," Jaehyun replies.

"That's not too bad," You shrug. Jaehyun eyes the camera with a nervous smile.

"We listen and we don't judge."

You giggle as you read your next confession, "sometimes when your room gets too messy, I ask Taeyong and Johnny to do random room checks so you can clean your room."

"Now that I think about it, the checks have increased since we started dating," Jaehyun teases, "we listen and we don't judge. I've paid Ari to be out of your dorm for the night so we can have sex."

"Jaehyun!" You exclaim, clapping your hands over your mouth, "how many times? How much do you give her? Why?!"

"Sometimes it's fast food, sometimes it's 20 bucks, other times it's just getting one of the guys to help her with homework, she tells me her price. I do it like once a month so we can have alone time, like actually alone, not alone with 10 other guys in the house," Jaehyun explains with a playful waggle of his brow.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"Oh, you're not going to like this one," you giggle, "but sometimes when you ask me to clean up your brows and you start moving or complaining too much about how it hurts, I start getting rough and pinching you on purpose because you're annoying."

"But it actually hurts me!" Jaehyun retorts.

"It's not even that bad! You're just a baby."

"We listen and we don't judge."

"I have a tattoo that Yuta gave me when we were both drunk that you've never seen," Jaehyun rushes out. It's almost too quick that you don't catch it, but you do.

"Oh, I've seen it," you admit with a chuckle.

"You have?! When? What is it?" Jaehyun asks in shock.

"Baby, you like to take off your clothes when you drink too much. It's on your upper thigh, it's a-" You begin to explain before whispering the rest in his ear, "it's Pickle Rick from Rick and Morty."

Jaehyun's face flushes with embarrassment, "it doesn't give you the ick?"

"No, it does. That's why I let you get away with covering it with bandaids all the time."

Jaehyun hunches forward, rubbing his hands down his face, "I think we're done here."

You rub a hand across his back calmingly, "I still love you."

"Thank goodness for that!"

[ducksido]

Can you do Nani!yuu please 🥹

THIS QUEEN NEEDS MORE ATTENTION!!!

Personality Overview:

Protective AF – Nani!Yuu didn’t choose to be the caretaker of chaos, but now that they are, they’ll throw hands for Grim, Ace, Deuce, or anyone under their wing.

Mature beyond their years – Constantly in survival mode, juggling 18 responsibilities with 2 hours of sleep and a prayer.

Zero patience for nonsense… unless it’s their nonsense – “You idiots better not be fighting—what did I just say—okay, fine, one more explosion but then you’re ALL grounded.”

Hot-headed but deeply loving – Tough love specialist. Will fight you, then hug you. Then fight you again.

Sarcastic Queen – Their wit could slice steel. NRC boys don’t know how to handle the burn.

Reactions from NRC Boys

Grim

“Yuu’s scary... but like, in a cool older sibling way!! They make the best food and kick the bad guys’ butts! But also... they yell at me if I eat lava rocks again.”

He's extremely attached. Thinks Nani!Yuu walks on water. Will hiss at anyone who makes them cry.

Ace & Deuce

Ace: “She's like a mom, a big sister, and a coach rolled into one terrifying package.” Deuce: “I’m doing my best! I don’t wanna disappoint them!!”

Ace pushes buttons just to get a rise out of her, but knows better than to actually cross her.

Deuce thrives under her praise. She helped him improve his grades by bullying—I mean supporting—him.

Leona

“Tch. She reminds me of those stubborn herbivore types who don’t quit... annoyingly responsible.” ...Has a soft spot for her after she lectured him for sleeping during class.

Lowkey respects her strength. She scolded him once and he listened. Ruggie was shocked.

Azul

“Efficient, no-nonsense, and refuses to be manipulated. Fascinating.”

She called out his contracts as “shady” within five seconds. He’s both offended and intrigued.

She’s his stress headache and his business rival.

Jade & Floyd

Jade: “Such strong convictions... she’s delightful to watch.” Floyd: “Big sis Nani!~ I wanna squish her face—can I? Can I?”

Jade’s impressed by her tenacity.

Floyd is OBSESSED. Constantly poking her. Sometimes she pokes back. They're chaos together.

Kalim

“She works so hard! Yuu needs a break!!” Immediately offers vacations, parties, and food.

Kalim tries to help lighten her load (even if it ends up more chaotic).

She appreciates him, just... wishes he'd stop inviting elephants indoors.

Jamil

“Finally. Someone who understands the pain of being The Responsible One.”

They trauma-bond over cleaning up other people’s messes.

He genuinely respects her strength and might even show it.

Vil

“She needs better self-care. Stress is aging.” Proceeds to schedule a spa day for them.

She called him out once for treating Epel too harshly and he... actually listened.

They fight like siblings but care deeply.

Epel

“She’s like my cousin but even scarier!! ...In a cool way.”

He thinks she’s awesome and takes all her advice like gospel.

She calls him “cowboy” sometimes, which both flusters and delights him.

Idia

“T-too much energy… too intimidating… she’d yell at me for gaming all day…”

TERRIFIED. But secretly watches her interact with others and kinda wishes she’d boss him around too 🫣

She makes him clean his room. He grumbles but does it.

Ortho

“She reminds me of a strong older sister model! She’s very inspiring!”

She dotes on him, loves how helpful and well-mannered he is.

Ortho is her favorite when the dorm gets too loud. He brings her snacks and peace.

Malleus

“She scolded me for lurking in the halls at night... then offered me a blanket.”

She doesn’t treat him like royalty and he adores her for it.

They bond over late-night walks and the burden of responsibility.

Sebek

“How dare she—wait, what do you mean I’m grounded??”

Fights her constantly, but ends up following her orders.

She doesn’t care about his volume. She’s louder.

Signature Nani!Yuu Moments:

Grabbing Ace and Deuce by the ear like misbehaving toddlers.

Cooking actual food in the Ramshackle kitchen, keeping the entire school fed.

Going Mama Bear Mode™ during Overblots—she throws hands first, asks questions never.

Freaking out internally, but always holding it together for everyone else.

[peachhcs]

we need more macklin fics and fluff bc that one was actually so cute. i need more asap 🩷

sorority formal

still debating if i should make a macklin au to add to my samy + will verse (HAHA my own fanfic verse??) but here’s some more fluff between the lovely rookie and his gf from santa clara university :) — also cleaning out my inbox so that’s why i’ve posted four times in a row LOL

also if this is bad i’m so sorry. i lowkey awkwardly switch between 2nd person and 3rd person pov sometimes so apologies for that. otherwise, i’m really starting to like writing about mack 😌 (slight allusion to sex but there’s no sex actually described just kissing)

masterlist

macklin had never been to a college sorority formal before, nor did he really understand what it was or what to expect, but he agreed to be your date nonetheless. plus, the look on your face was hard to say no to when you asked him two weeks ago.

the brunette was in his room trying to find the right suit to wear while will sat in the corner on his phone. he knew a little bit from when he was at boston, but he never found any interest in going to those frat and sorority parties, so the rookie was a bit in the dark when it came to this stuff.

will wasn’t much help either.

“i dunno man. i’ve never been to a sorority formal before. i assume it’s the same as any other formal? i’ve been to samy’s soccer banquet,” will shrugged, watching his friend try on his third suit.

“y/n said to just wear something neutral. her dress is pink i think,” macklin explained as he examined the dark navy suit in the mirror.

“i think that looks fine. navy and pink go well?” will nodded.

“i’m kind of nervous. is that bad? i don’t really know what to expect,” obviously, he didn’t want to make y/n look like a fool at her own sorority, so the boy’s nerves were at an all time high at the moment. what if he did something stupid?

“samy texted me back and she said it’s like prom but for college. there will be food and drinks and then you dance if you want. some sororities will do speeches or superlatives,” will read off the text his girlfriend just sent him.

“oh, okay. that’s not too bad then. i’ll be fine,” macklin assured himself and decided on the navy blue suit.

“yeah, it will be chill. you basically get to spend a whole night with your girlfriend,” will grinned and the brunette couldn’t help but smile at the thought. he hadn’t seen you in a few days because of your crazy busy schedules, so having this night to yourselves would be nice.

“yeah, you’re right. it will be chill and we’ll have fun,”macklin was basically saying positive affirmations to himself at this point which made will chuckle. he stood up to help his friend with his suit.

“don’t even sweat it, dude. she’s gonna love you,” the blonde assured and if will thought so, then macklin was gonna believe it.

once he was finished getting dressed, he grabbed his phone to let you know he was on his way over to your dorm. the boy rushed through the house, double checking his pockets that he had phone (check), keys (check), wallet (check), and a small bouquet he decided picking up for you because he knew you liked flowers.

“knock ‘em dead!” will called from the porch as macklin got into his car.

the brunette drove the short drive to the university. being new to driving in the states still and the nerves about tonight made his hands a bit shaky as he turned onto the drive that led to your dorm. he didn’t need to sweat this. it was you. y/n. his girlfriend. there was no reason for him to be nervous about some sorority formal.

he parked in the lot and climbed out, doing a third check that he had all of his belongings. you were waiting in the lobby for him after getting his text about being on his way. the hockey player stopped in his tracks though when he laid eyes on you.

your strapless, silky dress stopped around your ankles where he could see your pretty white heels. your hair was down like it usual was and macklin was pretty sure his pupils turned to hearts.

“hi,” you grinned when he got closer.

“hi..wow..you look..” the boy lost his words making you laugh.

“you look pretty..wow,” you complimented his navy suit.

“s-so do you. wow..i..i’m in awe,” he admitted earning a bright blush on your cheeks.

“you’re sweet. are these for me?” you noticed the bouquet wobbling in his hands. the brunette quickly flushed and handed them over to you.

“yes, sorry. they are.”

you admired the pretty pink and red petals, “thank you. these are pretty. wanna come up for a second so i can put them in water?” it wasn’t really a question because macklin was going to follow you regardless.

the two of you stepped into the elevator. mack’s nerves were now because of how beautiful you looked beside him and he didn’t know how to express it other than telling you and the building desire to kiss you. he followed you down to your dorm. your roommate grinned at him.

“hey mack,” maya waved.

“hey maya,” he waved back.

“look, he brought me flowers,” you showed maya the pretty bouquet.

“wow, brownie points for the hockey player,” she teased a bit which made him flush. he watched you find a vase and fill it with water from your bathroom. you came back out and placed the flowers into the vase.

“like them?” you asked for his opinion.

“i like them,” he nodded.

“i’ll put them by my desk for now. thank you, again,” you pecked his cheek.

“of course,” the boy was glad you liked them and he was glad he decided on getting them the other day because the smile on your face was so worth it after spending an hour at the store trying to pick them out.

“okay, we’re gonna head out now. we’ll be back later,” you called to maya who threw up a thumbs up.

“have fun! don’t get too drunk.”

you went back down the elevator and then out of the building where you latched your arm with mack’s. he rubbed your hand and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“it’s not far from here,” you explained as you led the way.

“i’ve never been to one of these before,” the boy admitted a bit nervously.

“don’t worry, it’s so chill. you’ll get to meet some of my sorority sisters, we’ll eat, dance, drink some, and then we can leave whenever,” you explained and it eased some of mack’s nerves a bit more hearing you explain it. as much as he appreciated samy’s brief explanation, he also liked hearing it come from your lips too.

the two of you came up on one of the college bars in the area. it was already blasting music that could be heard from outside. macklin followed you inside where you were immediately greeted with security to check your ids. you both got little x’s on your hands meaning neither of you were 21. mack’s gaze flicked around the space that was dimly lit and pumping base through his bones.

“omg, y/n, hey!” a girl greeted you.

“hi jen, you look gorgeous!” you admired your friend’s dress.

“no you do! is this your boyfriend?” she turned her attention to mack.

“yes, this is macklin,” you gripped his arm again and the boy managed a tiny smile.

“nice to meet you. i’m jen, the sorority president. come on in. we have food in the back and drinks at the bar so get whatever,” jen explained.

you quickly led macklin to the back because you were starving. the boy watched you take a plate so he copied whatever you did. you laughed at his behavior.

“don’t be so nervous, mack.”

“sorry. just getting used to it all,” he said. he’d never been into a bar before because he wasn’t old enough first of all and if he was caught underage drinking he’d definitely get a mean punishment from his coach.

“it’s okay. it’s overwhelming, but i’m right here remember,” you assured and some of the worries eased hearing you say that. macklin offered a grateful smile as he followed your lead with the food and then followed you to a seat.

you sat with some other girls and their dates which got all of you quickly talking. the more you talked, the more comfortable macklin became and flushed when a few people recognized him as a hockey player. being next to you made him feel a lot more comfortable too. seeing you look so calm and content helped him do the same and by the time you were done eating, he was having a full conversation with some of the guys without you involved.

“let’s get pictures!” one girl exclaimed when she came around with her camera.

you pulled mack up. he eagerly wrapped his arm around your waist, the two of you smiling wide as the flash went off—almost blinding you guys because it was so bright and the room was so dark.

“aw, you guys look adorable,” the girl spun the camera around so you could see the preview. macklin quickly kissed your cheek.

“i love it, thanks,” you said.

you guys ventured back towards the center of the dance floor to start dancing along with the others. macklin was big on getting to dance, so he took full advantage, urging you to join his energy. you giggled at the way he bounced on his feet and pulled out his best dance moves for you.

when everyone started coming onto the floor, it got warm fast so the brunette lost his suit jacket leaving him in just his dress shirt that was almost halfway unbuttoned by now. his arms were around your waist, the two of you swaying to the beat and being in your own world together.

any anxiety the rookie felt earlier had completely disappeared being in the center of the dance floor with you. all that mattered to him was you in his arms as he spun you around.

“did i tell you how gorgeous you look?” the boy leaned in closer as he spoke over the music.

“you did, yes,” you grinned.

“well i’ll tell you again. you look gorgeous. prettiest girl here,” his words earned a bright blush on your cheeks.

“you’re too sweet, mack.”

“i’m serious, y/n/n. you’re beautiful,” he leaned in closer, still wanting that kiss he hadn’t gotten yet. you saw his request and closed the gap.

the two of you shared a sweet kiss, not caring that there were others around you or watching. your lips felt like heaven against the hockey player’s. he never wanted to let you go, but forced himself to to get some air back into his lungs.

“i could kiss you forever,” he mumbled.

“me too,” and you reconnected your lips for another quick kiss. mack’s hands wandered a bit lower towards your hips and then swiping over your ass. a giggle left your lips at his behavior.

“we should save this for the dorm,” you smiled while directing him away for now. a little pout appeared, but he understood and let you go.

the music picked up again and it had him spinning you around once more. because all of his focus was on hockey growing up, the brunette’s never had an experience of going to an end of the year dance or prom or anything, so he was glad he was getting to make this up with you right now.

as the night winded down, you and macklin decided to leave. he threw his suit jacket over your shoulders for the quick five minute walk back to your dorm. you appreciated his gesture, tugging it closer to your body to hide yourself from the semi-cold evening temperatures.

“thanks for coming tonight,” you smiled as you rode the elevator.

“of course. i had a lot of fun. thanks for bringing me,” mack returned your smile.

“i’m glad you did. better get ready for next semester,” you teased a bit and mack’s heart swelled just a little bit at the idea of coming back to your formal because that meant you wanted him enough to stick around for the next one.

he knew what you two had meant a lot to both of you, but sometimes he got in his head just a little bit wondering if he was good enough for you or not enough because he was some big shot hockey player and he knew what everyone thought about hockey players. he worried he wasn’t the one for you even though you were 100% the one for him. he knew it from the day he met you, so hearing you say that made him burst with joy.

maya wasn’t in the dorm, probably taking the hint that you guys wanted the room to yourselves. macklin was glad because he wanted to continue that kissing you guys were doing earlier.

he watched you hang up his suit jacket like you did every time he brought his suits with him and kick your shoes off. he followed suit and then didn’t waste another second bringing your lips to his again.

that urge he’s had all night only got stronger the more he kissed you. you reciprocated all of his actions and unspoken wants, pulling your hand through his pretty brunette locks and running your hand down his chest.

“i love you,” the boy mumbled between kisses.

“i love you,” you breathed.

he found your gaze for a second, wondering if this was right. wondering if you were sure about him. his thoughts were answered though when you grabbed ahold of his face to kiss him again and lead him to your bed.

needless to say, all of his anxieties were eased by the end of the night and the love he had for you had never been bigger.

[humiliatemeplesse]

You went through rush week and got picked by the party frat just off campus and make it through hell week and initiation and none of your new brothers figured out you're gay. It made you feel good. I can pass, I appear straight and masculine.

At the all weekend long party after all the pledges were initiated into the frat, everyone was getting pretty drunk, stoned, high...

It was later in the night, actually it had turned into the next day dark pre-dawn morning, when one of your new frat bros started staring at you. It was like he was looking right through you. You tried to avoid it but he was laser focused on you. You started to get uncomfortable so you thought I'll go somewhere else in the house and he said, hey where ya going and grabbed you a beer from the cooler on the floor next to him and tossed it to you. You understood already that when a senior frat bro did something like that, that it isn't a suggestion, it's an order. You sat back down and opened your beer. You were talking and laughing with all the other guys and he just kept staring at you, silent, his gaze turning a bit menacing. The room started to empty and about an hour before sunrise the last bro was leaving the room so you thought you'd go too. Your brother said to you, stay here. You stopped in your tracks. He said, I've been waiting all night to call you out. I know you're a fucking faggot. You can't fool me. I shouldn't have let my brothers allow you in, none of us like you fucking dirty homos. But I'm gonna keep quiet about it...for now. And you're gonna be my fucking bitch 24/7 for me to keep quiet. You know how valuable it is to have being a member of this frat on your resume when you graduate. You know that if you get kicked out of here there's no rooms left in the dorms on campus, people are renting fucking motel rooms to get by. And you know if I tell the brothers that you're a fag that most of then will join in a severe group beat down that'll definitely land you in the hospital. So, every day, every minute, every second you're gonna do what I tell you to do. My laundry. Clean my room. Do all my frat chores. Give me pocket money. Write papers for me. Lots of other things. Now get on your fucking knees and kiss my stinking sweaty socked feet. Thank me. Thank me for sparing you. Beg me to not put you. Tell me how you're gonna be my unquestioning bitch, at my every command. C'mon faggot, get your face and your nose and your lips on my smelly sock soles and kiss, sniff, worship them like the pathetic waste of space that you are. I might make you do this every day as a reminder of your place. Now sniff kiss and worship bitch, be the pathetic fag bitch you are.

[tomssexdoll]

LOLZ I HAVE AN IDEA AND IM TRUSTING YOU WITH IT SO:

Basically 2007!Tom and Fem!Reader (she’s a bimbo if you’re okay with it) and they are enemies and roommates at the same time.

So like Tom and Y/n are just chilling in their rooms not caring about each other. Y/n is in her bed with her phone when suddenly ANGRY Tom bursts into her room (how nice of him) and screams at her for something stupid (you can choose what) and she gets up and BAM they’re screaming at each other and pushing each other around nd stuff.

And then they both get extremely horny bc it turns them on (?) and Tom pushes her onto the bed nd they fuck :3. Like really angry and rough sex and they’re both kinda dom if yk what I mean (I hope) and they’re basically just dirty talking to each other and it turns them on even more.

Yeah after that they just act like nothing happened :).

Gurl I hope this is enough detail ILY BYE <3

Love in Bitter Conflict

PAIRINGS: Tom 2007 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N are both college roomates, they absolutely hate each other and to their luck got put in the same shared apartment lease. Y/N is just chilling in her room when suddenly Tom bursts in, screaming at her, full of rage..

A/N: IM BACK BITCHES HEY BABY GIRL SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO COME OUT!!!

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), mutual masturbation (jerking off and fingering)

Me and Tom were both in college, we hated the college dorms, they were tiny and pathetic. We both decided to get an out of school apartment with a roomate. We both realized, of course, to our luck that the surprise roomate was our fucking enemy. We hated each other for years, the beef never ending.

We fought all the time, over stupid things. He'd always accuse me of shit just to start something. One day he bursted into my room, his eyes blazing with barely contained anger. "What the FUCK is wrong with you, you dumb bitch?!" he screamed, slamming the door shut, making me jump slightly.

"Woah, woah woah! What is your fucking problem? You can't just waltz in here and scream at me you dickhead!" I matched my volume to his, standing up. He pointed a finger at me, his voice sharp and intense, "you wanna know what my fucking problem is? YOU! You're my fucking problem!" he suddenly cloed the distance between us, getting right in my face.

I scoffed, looking at him in disbelief, "what the fuck did I do this time? Everyday there's a fucking problem!" I shouted in his face, not backing down for a second, knowing he was trying to intimidate me with the height difference.

"Every fucking day? EVERY DAY?! Do you want to know why I have a fucking problem with you?" He gestured wildly, his face inches from mine. "Because you're constantly under my fucking skin! Always starting shit!" I laughed in his face, "and what are you doing now DICKHEAD? You're no fucking saint! Now answer me, why the fuck are you bursting into my room, what the fuck did I DO?!"

"You leave your shit EVERYWHERE! I had to fucking wash your disgusting dishes because you're too fucking lazy to do them!" I rolled my eyes," that's what you fucking caused a scene over? Are you seriously that fucking arrogant? YOU KNEW I WAS GONNA DO THEM LATER!"

His eyes narrowed, "I'm fucking pissed, you're always so fucking careless! YOU LEAVE YOUR SHIT EVERYWHERE FOR ME TO FIND! LIKE A SLOB!" I pushed him angrily, "FUCK YOU! YOU ALWAYS START A PROBLEM WHEN YOU KNOW I'M GONNA CLEAN IT UP SOON, I'M BUSY STUDYING! Oh wait, you wouldn't know what that is because you're too fucking busy sticking your dick in girls to worry about your fucking grades!" I screamed.

He stumbled back slightly from the push, his face twisting with even more anger. His jaw clenched as he listened to me and for a moment it seemed like he was actually gonna punch me. "Fuck you. At least I'm getting some, unlike you..cooped up in here all day, fucking prude.." he sneered, his words cold and cruel.

"At least im not a fucking man whore," I laughed in his face, causing him to snap. In the blink of an eye he grabbed my arm roughly, pushing me up against the wall, his face inches from mine. "Fuck you! At least I'm not a fucking virgin who's never been touched!" he yelled, a vein buldging out from his forehead.

"At least I won't end up with 100 different STDS" I glared at him, he pressed harder against me, his usual composure shattering. "And at least I'm not a frigid bitch who couldn't get laid if she fucking tried!" his eyes flicked down to my lips for a split second before he caught himself. His words cut deep and I shoved him angrily, "FUCK YOU!"

His chest heaved with anger, he stepped forward and shoved me back, "no, fuck you!", I stumbled back slightly, my nostrils flaring with pure rage. I shove him back once again, "NO, FUCK YOU!" I screamed, my body shaking with adrenaline.

He suddenly went silent, his chest heaving up and down rapidly. He approached me in 2 long strides, grabbing my face and smashing his lips into mine.

"Mmmh..fucking..dirty slut.." he grumbled against my lips, aggressively moving his plush lips against mine. One of his hands tangled in my hair and the other snaked down to my waist, pulled me impossibly closer, grinding his erection against me.

"Piece of shit.." I snapped back, pushing my tongue into his mouth and elevating the already steamy kiss. He growled lowly and pushed me onto the bed, my body bounced from the impact and he immediately climbed onto the bed, trapping my body.

He kept kissing me aggressively while simultaneously taking my clothes off. His large, calloused hands gripped my tank top and shoved it over my head, breaking the kiss to move down and take my sleep shorts off.

He practically ripped them off, leaving me there only in a black lacy long, naked and vulnerable. His eyes darkened as he took in my body, my large perky breasts and sexy curves. "Fucking hell.." he mumbled and dove his face into my tits, licking and sucking every bit of skin he could, groaning loudly as his mouth found a nipple, the other hand playing with my other nipple, raining them both with attention.

I moaned softly and tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging harshly. He hissed at the pain, growling against my breast. "Fucking whore..." the sudden pain only igniting the fury and lust coursing through him. He bit down on my nipple, causing me to cry out, "FUCK!" he kept sucking hard, before switching to the other, marking me. "You're such a bitch..always wanting the last word, don't you?!"

He trailed kisses up my chest to my neck, sucking aggressively and biting, then grazing his tongue over the stinging bite. I whimpered, tugging at his hair, the heat between my thighs unbearable now. "You think you can just take over me like that? Talk to me like that and think I won't do anything?" I said, breathless. I launched forward and caught his lips in a passionate, aggressive kiss again, moaning into his mouth and fumbling with his jeans.

I managed to shove them down, along with his tight boxers. Without looking I grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off roughly, "fuck!" he yelped, waves of pleasure coursing throughout his body, his muscles flexing and sweat dripping down his defined abs.

"Fucking cunt..trying to fucking boss me around and think you'll get away with it, hmm?" I murmured angrily against his lips. His hips pumped into my fist as his hands found my pussy. He dragged my underwear off, slipping 2 fingers inside me. "Fuck yeah, stroke that dick...fuckkk.." he hissed, moving his fingers rapidly. He watched me stroke his length while his fingers pumped furiously in and out of me.

My whimpers and moans mixed with his deep groans and growls drove him crazy. I picked up my pace, jerking him off even faster, my thumb gently grazing over his tip everytime my hand came up to the head of his cock, "yeah you like that, huh?" I purred softly.

His eyes rolled back at the new skill, groaning loudly as I teased him. He loved the way my thumb hit his sensitive tip perfectly, grinning wickedly. "Fuck yeah, I love it..Keep going baby, just like that, it feels so fucking good." He could feel his balls tightening, his release building quickly.

He fingered me roughly in response, slamming them in and out repeatedly, curling them with expert precision, making me scream his name. "God you're so sexy..those moans are like fucking music to my ears.." he chuckled darkly.

The room was filled with our moans, the air thick with tension and lust. He brought his thumb to my clit, rubbing rapid circles over the sensitive bud, eliciting gasps out of me. I moaned and keep quickening my pace, we were essentially trying to make the other cum first, our competitive nature evident.

"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I squealed, my free hand holding onto the sheets desperately. "Cum for me you fucking bitch..cmon.." he murmured, his fingers moving even faster inside me, becoming more urgent as I announced my impending orgasm. He groaned as I kept jerking him off, his dick throbbing in my hand urgently.

With one last pump of his cock and one last thrust in my pussy we both came at the same time, thick ropes of cum squirting out onto my stomach, my pussy clenching around his fingers. I shakily removed my hand but his fingers remained, gently riding out my orgasm, making me squirm and whimper.

He eventually pulled them out, licking my release of his fingers, "so good.." he groaned, cupping my face and kissing me again. "You thought I was fucking done? I'm just getting started.." he growled against my lips.

He grabbed my legs roughly and wrapped them around his waist, grabbing ahold of his erect cock and lining it up with my entrance. Without hesitation he slammed himself into me fully, not giving me time to adjust, setting his pace hard and fast.

I let out a loud moan as he repeatedly hit my g spot, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding onto him desperately. I smashed my lips into his, aggressively kissing him. He did the same, our tongues fighting for dominance, both of us too stubborn to let the other win. "You drive me fucking insane" he growled against my lips, sliding his hand up and grabbing a fistful of my hair, tugging on it as he devoured my mouth with his.

He drilled his hips into mine, loving how i wirthed and moaned, despite me being desperate to be in control. "Fuck you, you fucking asshole.." I panted, breaking the kiss for a second. He took advantage of that, moving his head into my neck, I moaned and dug my fingers into his hair, tugging on the strands as his teeth sunk into my neck, marking my pale skin with angry red hickeys.

He wanted to leave his marks all over me, a savage declaration of his possession and fury. We went back and forth like this, trying to inflict pain onto each other to assert dominance, who was in control. He grunted lowly as I tugged harshly at his hair, gripping my hips harder, quickening his thrusts, making them punishing.

His tip slammed into my cervix over and over, while also hitting my g spot, creating a delicious sensation, making my moans louder and more desperate. "Bitch.." he grumbled, "cunt.." I snapped back, his cock throbbing inside me as he responded to my shared aggression.

He slapped my ass, causing me to yelp loudly, leaving a red handprint on my soft flesh. "Fucking whore.." he growled, knowing full well that the insults were fueling the angry sex even more. "But I thought I was a prude to you, hmm?" I taunted him. He snarled, his hips moving brutally, "shut the fuck up...fucking...fuck!" he groaned, I could tell that comment pissed him off even more.

I kissed him harshly again, our lips moving together with equal intensity. He snaked his hand between my thighs to rub my clit roughly, "you're such a fucking stuck up bitch.." he spat out, rubbing faster and harder, applying more pressure to my sensitive bud.

"Fuck!" I whined, my orgasm building rapidly. "That's it baby.." he smirked, kissing down my jawline. He wrapped an arm around me and held my back, pulling me up to his chest as he kept pounding into me. "Cum for me, you little slut.." he whispered, groaning as he felt my pussy clench around him, signalling my impending orgasm.

With one last thrust I let out a whiney moan, my legs trembling as my orgasm came crashing down. His eyes rolled back as he felt my pussy squeezing him like a vice, "FUCK!" he yelled out, shooting out cum in short spurts, painting my walls white.

"Holy shit...oh fuck.." he panted, our chest heaving against one anothers intensely. "Fuck baby...you're so fucking good.." he mumbled, laying me down and collapsing next to me. After we caught out breaths we turned to each other, bursting out laughing.

"We are a fucking mess, huh?" I said softly, my expression now soft compared to before. "Yeah..never speak of this again?" he held his pinky finger out, "deal.." I curled my pinky around his. He helped me clean up and got himself dressed, leaving my room as if nothing ever happened.

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[remuslupinslittleslut]

Teach us - Part one

@missakward123: can you do dom! reader poly marauders? Also loved this!! Yes I can, but I have such a hard time writing a sub!Remus, so I kinda took it in my own direction.

Part two is found here!

Reader x Remus turned into Reader x Poly!Marauders.

Masterlist.

They thought it was strange how Remus had been the first to lose his virginity out of the three of them. Both Sirius and James had girls throwing themselves after them constantly, but somehow, Remus was the first to go all the way.

You had always found them all quite attractive, but thought that Sirius and James tended to be a bit obnoxious at times. When you saw Remus studying alone in the library one day, you thought you’d go up and say hi to the tall, handsome guy. The two of you had only talked briefly before this interaction, but soon found that you enjoyed each other’s company. It didn’t take long from there for you to go on a date and soon you were a couple. 

Remus, ever the gentleman, didn’t tell his friends about your first time, he thought it was best kept private between the two of you, therefore you always tried to keep it somewhat lowkey, finding time to be perfectly alone. Though any secret could not be held for long in that dorm and one evening the cat came running and screaming out of the bag. You thought you’d get to be alone with Remus, as the other two had practice. As it turned out, however, practice was canceled and the door to the dorm was thrown open just in time for the two surprised boys to see you orgasm, quivering around Remus’ cock.

It slightly ruined the mood and you struggled to cover yourself as Sirius went on a long rampage about “The betrayal! The absolute betrayal. Our baby moons got laid and didn’t tell us. Here he is, having had sex the whole time – while keeping us in the dark.” He was pacing back and forth, only half joking about his distress before deciding to be the bigger person and be happy for his friend. “Good job Moons. First one out of all of us. Amazing.” With a chef’s kiss he left the subject of betrayal and moved on to something else.

After the embarrassing moment of coming in front of your boyfriend’s friends, it didn’t take long before the question was asked.

“Hey Moony, since you already had sex, could you teach us how to do it?”

“Yeah, Moons, I wanna be ready for when Lily lets me go all the way if you catch my drift,” James agreed, with a very unnecessary wink as everyone understood exactly what he meant.

You stared, gaping. That they would ask such a question didn’t surprise you one bit. The fact that Remus seemed to be actually thinking it over did.

“I guess,” he started, patting your thigh, “you’re gonna ask her if she’s willing to teach you.”

You, teaching his friends how to have sex? The idea was preposterous. Yet… It did make you feel a certain tingle between your legs. You still found them attractive, and the thought of being the one to take their virginities? Oh, that was just beautiful. You thought it over in your head. Remus was quite dominant, not really treating you as a submissive but he liked being a bit in control, he’d never let you have all the reigns. These two however… Looking Remus straight in the eye, you searched for any form of hesitance – you didn’t find any.

“Alright then, we’re gonna have to set some rules,” you said.

It was agreed that the day after, you’d help take your boyfriend’s best friends’ virginities. You said 24 hours to give everyone a chance to back out, and told them very specifically that they would shower, properly, “none of that locker room stuff, a real shower, clean everything.” It was best to be clear when dealing with teenage boys.

A whole 24 hours later you found yourself walking up the stairs to their dorm. You knew Remus would be there, and you knew they’d given consent. You wore your school skirt, but without panties, a t-shirt with a very flattering bra and your hair out. You had to get yourself in that dominant mood, ready to boss the boys around. Since becoming Remus’ girlfriend, you had gotten to know his friends as well. You knew James would be easier to dom, and you knew Sirius would be a little brat. Therefore, you started with James. Opening the door, you could cut the tension with a knife.

The boys were so cute and nervous, standing up and waiting for you (not Remus, of course, he was comfortably splayed out on his own bed). “Jamie,” you said. “Do you still wanna do this?” He nodded. “Okay, then take your clothes off and sit down on your bed. You,” you turned to Sirius, “are gonna have to wait your turn.”

When James was naked and seated on the edge of his bed, you took a moment to appreciate his toned body. The moment didn’t last very long though as you wanted to feel him. Climbing into his lap, thighs straddling his, you took his face and held it in your hands. He was so pretty, so soft, so pliable. “Jamie, have you ever kissed a girl?” you asked him, bringing your mouth so close to his that your lips almost touched his. “No,” he said, cheeks flushing red. Holding onto his cheeks, you brought your lips against his, softly at first, then with a little more pleasure. The warm breath from his nose on your cheek sent chills down your spine. Deciding to progress, you slightly opened your mouth, letting your tongue out to lick lightly at his lips. He moaned.

You continued kissing him, making out really, until you felt he was ready to move on. Leaning back a little, you pulled your top over your head, revealing your soft tits, perfectly framed by your bra. “Go ahead, baby, you can touch.” With your permission, warm hands pressed against your back before following the lines of your body, meeting your front and lightly squeezing your tits. You allowed him to explore freely, until he pushed his head down, paused and looked up at you, eyes asking for permission. Instead of answering him verbally, you pushed your tits against his face, letting him know he could kiss and suck all he wanted. He did manage to get your bra off all on his (you were so proud of him), and as it fell to the floor, you felt his cock twitching.

You let him play some more with your boobies before taking his hand, kissing it once and telling him “Jamie, have you ever felt a girl?” When he shook his head, you kissed the top of his head and pushed his hand down, between your bodies and toward your core. “Feel that? I’m all wet, that’s all for you baby,” you cooed, watching his facial expressions in awe – he was so fascinated. “Now, do you know where your little cock is supposed to go?” Little was a big lie. His brows furrowed in concentration as he felt around for the right hole, he did find it, and pushed a finger in. “Good boy, now put your cock in.” You raised yourself, hovering above him, hand coming down to help him push his cock into your warm hole. “Oh that’s a good boy f’me,” you moaned, loving the feeling of him filling you up.

Being so focused on James had almost made you forget about your audience, looking to the side, you met Remus’ hungry eyes. You could tell he was enjoying the show, hand rubbing against the bulge in his pants. You decided not to look at Sirius, making him wait for your attention.

Grabbing James’ shoulders, you carefully tried moving, sliding yourself along his cock, making you both moan. You tried a few different movements, going up and down, back and forth. It felt really good and you enjoyed playing around with it, and it seemed as though he was enjoying it too, his head thrown back, glasses askew and mouth slightly open. Suddenly his hands squeezed hard on your hips, making you stop your movements. “Jamie, you okay?” You asked, massaging his scalp with your fingers. “Yeah,” he reassured, “yeah, just need to… I’m gonna come…”

You giggled softly, “it’s okay if you do, but first, I wanna do one more thing.” Pulling your body away from his was hard, letting his heavy cock fall out of you was even harder, and you immediately mourned the loss. Though, you knew it would be worth it. Laying down flat on your back, you beckoned for him to join you, to climb on top of you. “You should know how to fuck a girl, Jamie,” you said, helping him find his way back into you. His athletic body was made for this, for moving himself back and forth, hips pushing against yours. He didn’t go very fast, but you knew he’d be able to when he got more used to the feeling. Hiding his face against your neck, letting the vibrations of his moans shoot right through you, his hips started making the smallest, cutest, most desperate little movements. “That’s good baby, that’s a good boy, you’re doing so well, so good, making me feel so good.” You didn’t think you’d be able to come, he was a virgin, but the little thrusts pushed the head of his cock against you in a way that just felt too good to hold back.

“Jamie, baby, I’m ‘bout to come,” you moaned, kissing his head, holding him close, “you’re so go- ah-od,” your moans grew louder as you experienced a rather mild orgasm, though, an orgasm nonetheless. Your walls spasming around him made him come as well, pretty cock filling you up with his little virgin cum.

“Wow, Jamie, you did so well, I’m so proud of you,” you told him, after he had pulled out and collapsed on top of you. His head was still buried in the crook of your neck, his breathing fast and hard. “Did you enjoy it?” You asked, to which he pulled his face away, eyes wide. “Like it? That was amazing.”

You stayed like that, letting him hold onto your body for a while, not wanting to leave him without aftercare and love. Though you knew, as soon as James moved away from you, you’d have to deal with his mischievous best friend. Before you let James continue his cuddling – with Remus – you made him promise you something. “Next time love, you’re gonna let me take your cute little cock in my mouth, okay?” To this, he nodded, excitedly.

Part two.

[nosyp]

Celebrating CNY with twst dorms :]

A/N = I'm... trying to get out of my lazy phase... I'm gonna take it slow. Slow.

Second part

Heartslabyul

When you first tell them about chinese new year, they're amazed. Like wow, your world also celebrates events? Being a lover of events, heartslabyul helps plan a chinese new year celebration.

Riddle, the oh so loving dorm leader, INSISTS on making it a perfectly rule-abiding event. He's asking you for detailed instructions to avoid offending the traditions. Like oh? You need to buy new clothes for CNY? Guess what. Everyone in heartslabyul gets a new fresh shirt or outfit.

His favorite rule is the one where everyone has to clean the day before. The sight of everyone deep cleaning the dorm along with their room is just so satisfying for him. He's enjoying it.

Though, I can't lie. Some rules he doesn't agree with. (like no cleaning during CNY)

Trey helps prepare festive food (ofc he does). He's baking red velvet cupcakes and tangyuan (sweet rice balls) to fit the theme. Accompanied with the loud bustles of the

Ace and Deuce would argue over decoration and stuff but they quickly stop when you tell them it's actually not allowed.

Cater takes aesthetic pictures for his Magicam and helps decorate ig? But he mostly just take pictures.

Don't be surprised if the dorm is DECKED with red paper lanterns and chinese decorations.

Savanaclaw

Savanaclaw's celebration is... lively and chaotic actually.

Leona pretends not to care but shows up to observe the festivities (mainly because Ruggie bribed him with food). He honestly doesn't care for events like CNY but for you, he cares.

Moving on, Ruggie LOVES the idea of red envelopes and tries to get as many as possible while also munching on dumplings. He wishes he lived in your world. You get red envelopes filled with money every year? He's so in.

Jack respects every tradition you explain from your world. He listens to you intenly. And it's not all for show. From sweeping the dorm to hanging banners, and even helps string lanterns high up for everyone to admire, he did it all.

The lion dances are a big hit. But Leona only scoffs, but you catch him watching intently.

Octavinelle

Octavinelle’s CNY celebration feels like a high-class event hosted at the Mostro Lounge. It feels like a crazy rich people party. Probably beacause that's what the host is but,

Azul uses the opportunity to market themed dishes and drinks, decorating the lounge with elegant red and gold accents. He advertises it as 'The annual other-wordly celebration' cuz it quite literally is other wordly.

Jade is in charge of the menu, he... adds his own unique twist to traditional dishes like longevity noodles and steamed fish, while Floyd runs around causing chaos with firecrackers and scaring customers. Please stop bro

Azul, of course, keeps a close eye on him while insisting on a proper ceremony for an authentic touch.

The celebration is a HIT. Everyone loves it. And they love it.

[crheativity]

Hello there! I came across your blog and enjoyed reading your post about the Overblot Squad Plushie Parts. I was wondering if you would consider writing a Part 3 where the Squad discovers that their plushies have been stolen. It turns out that the culprits are their Vice Dorm Wardens - either Kalim (since Jamil is Vice Dorm Warden) or Ace (since Trey wouldn't do that). I'm curious to know how the Overblot Boys would react to this situation. Have a pleasant day/night!

SUMMARY: Someone took the Overblot Squad’s plushies! How do they react?

WARNINGS: T*cked in Riddle’s section, sorry if Malleus’ wasn’t that good, writing his was really tricky.

COMMENTS: Hehehehe as soon as I read this my immediate reaction was “oh they’re screwed.” 

Part one - Prefect making the Overblot Squad plushies of their respective Seven member - can be found here. Part two - Prefect making the plushies clothes and accessories - can be found here.

He. Is. Ticked. ALL of Heartslabyul is on lockdown until he finds whichever culprit was bold enough to steal something from him! And stealing something that his beloved made from him? Heads are going to roll.

Riddle literally stops people from leaving Heartslabyul and searches every room himself. He, unsurprisingly, finds plenty of contraband, but doesn’t find his beloved plushy anywhere. He’s almost in tears. He really doesn’t want to tell you he lost it, but all hope seems to be lost-

That is, until Ace hands back the plushy with a sheepish apology. He explains that he had to drop something off in Riddle’s room and accidentally knocked the toy into the trash can. He stole it to clean it and was gonna sneak it back. He didn’t think Riddle would notice that quickly!

Ace still loses his head, but only for a week instead of a month, since he had good intentions. Riddle remains snippy at Ace for months afterwards, though.

Walking into his room, Leona realises that something is wrong. You - or at least, the plush you made for him - is missing. He spends around an hour searching his room for it and ends up being extremely irritated when all traces of it are gone. He doesn’t want to admit to his dorm members that he actually misses it, so he tries to sleep without it for a couple of days.

This makes him even more irritated.

Eventually, he wears himself down enough to ask Ruggie what had happened to it. Ruggie groans and explains that the smell of you coming from the plush and accessories was waaay too much for any normal beastman, and that he (along with other Savannaclaw members) had gotten fed up with it and hidden them.

Leona offers Ruggie 2,000 thaumarks to return them. Ruggie doesn’t think twice. 

Azul is sobbing ALL DAY. He is INCONSOLABLE. Octavinelle is getting embarrassed at the fact that their dorm leader - the best and brightest among them - is an uncontrollable mess over the fact that his toy is missing. But what can he do? That’s his best friend, gone! He’s looked everywhere and he can’t find it! What will his Angelfish say? He can’t bear to imagine the look on your face when he tells you he lost it!

He literally pays people to help him find the toy, yet no matter how much money he throws at them and no matter how hard they look, it’s just gone. It’s almost like someone stole it… no, he can’t think like that. If someone really did steal it, he’d probably never get it back! He just wants to hide in an octopus pot.

The Tweels are torn between thinking it’s hilarious and wanting Azul to shut up already. Eventually, Jade returns the plush, explaining that he thought it was fascinating and wanted to study it closer, yet didn’t think Azul would agree. (He also wanted to see Azul’s reaction to his favourite plushy being missing.) Azul is in TEARS of RELIEF and hugging that plushy. He refuses to let it out of his sight anymore. It will go with him (almost) everywhere. Floyd thinks the whole situation is hilarious and will NOT stop teasing him about it.

Jamil at first doesn’t seem like he’s phased. However, those who know him notice the ticks; the muscles in his face twitching with annoyance whenever he’s asked to do anything and the sarcastic comments he often thinks and not says become mutters under his breath instead. He becomes a lot more aggressive in his tasks - forgoing the typical, painstaking care he usually takes for finishing his tasks quickly and shutting everyone out.

He remains this way for several days. People start to get vibes from him and avoid him, which annoys him even more. He just can’t get it out of his head. Why is he so annoyed? Is it because every time he thinks of the missing doll, he thinks of you, upset at him for losing it (whether you actually are or not)? …maybe. He won’t let himself admit it either way. 

A couple of days later, Jamil finds the doll - sitting on Kalim’s bed. He’s immediately interrogating Kalim. Kalim happily explains that in trying to help out Jamil, he decided to try and help clean his room. He knows that the doll means a lot to Jamil, so he wanted to get it cleaned for him! Jamil appreciates it but he’s also this close to losing his temper. Please, just, next time, tell him first, okay? sheesh.

Vil is going to lose his mind. His doll has gone missing. He cannot find it anywhere. He’s already torn apart his room at least three times and called every single studio he’s done a photoshoot in or acted for in the past two months, asking if anyone had seen it. Yet no traces have been found. He has a headache. 

On top of that, Rook has been acting particularly frustrating recently - constantly checking up on his mood and popping out of the most random places. It’s almost as though the universe has coordinated this on purpose.

Wait.

Upon confronting Rook, Vil finds out that his theory was correct; Rook did in fact steal the plush. Apparently, he’d “wanted to see the beauty of Vil’s yearning for the precious thing his beloved made for him,” and so he’d hidden it for a while. Vil’s this close to shaking him by the shoulders, but at least he’s got the plush back.

Pookie? Pookie is missing! Uh oh, that ain’t good. He’s gotta find him, quick. The gacha banners are about to change and he already pre-farmed the mats needed for the character he wants. How’s he supposed to hit those 0.6% odds while without the Little Guy?

He’s tearing apart his room, trying to find the skrunkly before server reset. There’s no way he would’ve taken the toy outside to touch grass, right??? So it’s gotta be in here. Except it’s nowhere to be found. 

He’s about to give in to some totally cringe behaviour - going and looking for it outside - when Ortho shows up, holding the marketable plushie. Idia is snatching it from Ortho and spinning it around the room before flopping on his bed, before realising how cringe he just was. At least he can do his gacha rolls now?

(Ortho’s really confused. He just took it to wash. Did he do something wrong-? Oh well, as long as his brother’s happy now)

As soon as Malleus discovers the plush toy is missing, the rain starts. As he continues to look and ask around for it and doesn’t find it, the rain gets worse. Eventually, NRC has a full-blown hurricane on its hands. 

The weather stays like this for a good two days. Classes have been cancelled as asking students to walk across campus in that much of a downpour would lead to a school-wide riot. And Malleus is still sulking in the corner about his missing plushie.

That is, until a sheepish Lilia surprises Malleus with the plush. He explains that it must’ve fallen in with the laundry and gone through the wash. Since the weather has been so erratic lately, it had to go through the dryer too rather than be dried by the sun, which is why no one noticed where it was for so long.

The rain instantly clears. Malleus hugs his plush and decides to take her to visit you. All is right in the world again. 

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

[sxytwker]

Boyfriend Luigi

Summary: Luigi comes to your dorm after a long and tiring day, and you just want to take care of him. It leads to him turning needy and wanting your love! Because who wouldn’t say no to his perfect smile and pretty eyes?

POV: 3rd person. She/Her pronouns.

Part 2

Smut • MDNI

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝𓆝

11:03 p.m. — Her Dorm Room

The lights were low, her diffuser was running—something warm and soft, like vanilla or clean cotton—and the blankets on her bed were piled high in the way that always made him feel like he could disappear into them.

Luigi was already curled up under them, hoodie discarded, just in his boxers, stretched out and half-asleep, one arm wrapped tightly around her plush octopus pillow. His curls were messy, cheeks slightly pink from the warmth, and his legs tangled in the blankets like a sleepy cat.

She closed her laptop, setting it aside on the nightstand, and climbed in next to him.

“Babe,” he mumbled as she slipped under the covers, not even opening his eyes, “I claimed this spot hours ago.”

“You mean my bed?” she teased, nudging his thigh with hers.

He just let out a sleepy whine and pulled her in without hesitation, pressing his face into her shoulder.

“You’re warm,” he said, muffled. “You smell like you.”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, cradling his body close to hers. He went pliant immediately, letting her settle him against her chest, one hand rubbing gently up and down his back.

“I swear,” she murmured, kissing the top of his head, “you get all bratty during the day, and then come home like this. Cuddled up like a baby.”

“You like babying me,” he grumbled, nuzzling closer. “Don’t lie.”

“I do,” she admitted, kissing his temple. “Especially when you’re like this.”

Her fingers drifted over his cheek, down to his jaw, then pressed another kiss just beneath his eye. Then one to his nose. Then his chin. He sighed like her touch was a lullaby.

“You were so needy today,” she whispered, voice soft with amusement. “Those texts? You could barely keep it together.”

He groaned, face buried deeper into her chest. “Stopppp.”

“‘You’re evil. I want you so bad it’s actually painful,’” she quoted, teasing. “I should’ve saved those. Maybe print them out.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, voice muffled by her shirt. “You were teasing me under the table like you wanted me to lose it.”

“I did,” she said, brushing his curls back. “And you did. It was so cute.”

He peeked up at her, eyes heavy but gleaming. “Cute? You’re out here swallowing me whole and calling me cute?”

“You are.” Another kiss, this time to his shoulder. “Especially like this.”

His arms wrapped tighter around her waist, body melting into hers.

“You make me soft,” he whispered.

“I like soft.”

They stayed like that for a while—limbs tangled, skin warm, her lips pressed in slow patterns across his face and collarbone. And when he eventually started to drift off, she kept holding him close, rubbing slow circles into his back, whispering little praises under her breath.

Her favorite version of him was the one she got to take care of.

And his favorite version of her… was the one who never stopped.

The room was wrapped in quiet warmth. Only the low hum of her fan filled the silence, and the occasional shift of blankets as they resettled against each other.

Luigi was lying with his head on her chest now, completely relaxed, one hand loosely resting on her waist, the other still half-clutching her plush octopus like it had been protecting him all night.

Her fingers were in his hair again—soft, slow, hypnotic movements curling around his roots, scratching lightly at his scalp. His breathing was deep, even. Not asleep, but close.

“Mmm,” he mumbled, voice barely there. “Don’t stop…”

“I’m not,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head. “I’m still here.”

His lips curved into the tiniest smile. “Good.”

They were quiet for a while, bodies tangled under the weight of her duvet, their legs brushing with every shift. Her fingertips slowed a little, getting gentler. The kind of touch meant for dreaming.

Then she noticed the faint glint on his face.

His glasses were still on.

She smiled to herself and carefully reached up, slipping them from behind his ears.

He blinked at her as she lifted them off, his tired, glossy hazel eyes blinking slowly—dazed, red at the corners, impossibly soft. The lashes fanned low, his pupils big in the low light.

She couldn’t help it.

“Lu,” she whispered, holding his glasses in one hand, the other brushing his cheek. “You’re so cute like this.”

He smiled again, lazy and uneven. “You always say that when I look wrecked.”

“I always mean it.”

She set the glasses on her nightstand and returned her hand to his hair, fingertips drifting through it slowly, like she was painting calm directly into his scalp.

He sighed again, this one deeper, heavier. His body pressed more into hers, weight relaxed, boneless.

“Hey,” she whispered. “What are you thinking about?”

He was quiet for a second. Then:

“You,” he said, voice rough and slurred from sleep. “And like… us. How I wanna keep doing this forever.”

Her chest tightened a little in the best way.

She kissed his temple. “You always get sappy when you’re sleepy.”

He hummed, then muttered, “Can’t help it. You’re my safe place.”

She didn’t say anything right away. Just held him tighter, her heart full.

Then: “You make me feel safe too.”

They stayed quiet after that—his breaths slow, hers syncing with his. The warmth between them like gravity. The kind of comfort that couldn’t be forced, only felt.

Right before he drifted off, he whispered:

“Tell me you love me.”

She kissed his forehead.

“I love you, Luigi.”

His smile, even half-asleep, was everything.

The soft glow of morning bled through the curtains, painting the room in warm gold. Everything smelled like lavender and clean sheets, the air still heavy with sleep.

Luigi was wrapped around her like a vine.

One arm slung around her waist, the other clutching her stuffed octopus to his chest like it owed him rent. His cheek was smushed against her collarbone, lips barely parted, breaths deep and steady.

Their legs were tangled under the blanket she loved—fuzzy, oversized, pale cream—and even in sleep, he’d managed to get wrapped up in it like a burrito. Only his messy curls and bare shoulders peeked out.

Her fingers moved lazily through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

He let out a low, pleased hum in his throat. Didn’t even open his eyes. Just melted further into her, legs tightening around hers like she might get up and leave. As if.

She scratched a little lower—down his neck, then across his back, nails dragging softly.

“Mmm.”

It was practically a purr.

Then she paused, just for a second, to shift her arm.

Immediately:

“Hey.”

She looked down. His face was still half-buried in her chest, but one eye had cracked open—glassy, pouty, irritated.

“You stopped,” he mumbled, voice thick and low and clearly offended.

“I had to move my arm, Lu.”

“Don’t care. Keep going.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you actually mad right now?”

He lifted his head just enough to glare up at her—messy curls in his face, pillow lines on his cheek, lips still kiss-swollen.

“Yes.”

She tried not to laugh, biting her lip. “You’re ridiculous.”

He dropped his head back down with a dramatic sigh, mumbling into her skin, “You’re my emotional support girlfriend. It’s in your job description.”

She rolled her eyes, but her fingers went right back to scratching—through his curls, down his spine, tracing lazy shapes on his back. He exhaled like he’d been brought back to life.

“There you go,” she whispered. “Happy now?”

He nodded, cheek pressed to her chest again.

“Love you the most,” he murmured, voice fading. “Don’t stop ever.”

He hadn’t moved much since that half-awake complaint.

Still curled under the blanket, hair wild, stuffed octopus tucked under one arm like a second girlfriend. His eyes blinked open every few minutes—glassy, unfocused—only to close again like his body just refused to function.

“Luigi,” she said gently, standing at the edge of the bed, “we’re gonna be late.”

“Mmmph.”

“You promised me coffee.”

Another low groan. He rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. “I’d die for you, but I will not get out of this bed.”

“You’re literally a mess.”

“Your mess.”

She sighed—fond, patient—and grabbed a clean towel.

9:16 a.m. — Sink & Mirror

He sat on the little stool near her dorm sink, slouched in just his boxers, hoodie sleeves half-on, head tilted back like a sleepy prince awaiting royal treatment.

She held his chin and gently wiped his face with a warm cloth, fingers soft, moving slow around the edges of his eyes.

“You’re a whole baby,” she murmured.

“You’re good at this,” he muttered, eyes fluttering shut as she ran the cloth over his cheeks. “You could be, like… a boyfriend handler.”

“I am your boyfriend handler.”

“Lucky me.”

Once his face was clean, she reached for his brush, working carefully through his curls. He didn’t say a word, just sat there melting, every so often letting out a soft hum as she got to the back of his head.

9:32 a.m. — Her Closet

“Okay,” she said, opening the door. “What do we feel today?”

Luigi sat on the bed now, slightly more awake, watching her pick through her drawer where she kept his backup clothes from sleepovers. He rubbed at his eyes, finally blinking into something like awareness.

She held up two sweatshirts—one grey and black with an adidas logo, and one white with some graphics on the back.

He pointed wordlessly at the adidas hoodie.

Then she turned with a smirk. “Do you want pants or shorts?”

He gave her a look.

“I dunno.”

“Shorts it is.”

She helped him step into them, pulled the hoodie over his head, adjusted his curls around the collar, then stood back to admire her work.

“You look like a functioning human now,” she said, smoothing the hem.

He leaned forward, still half-asleep, and pressed his forehead to her stomach.

“I’m gonna marry you,” he mumbled.

“You’ve already said that twice this week.”

“Still true.”

9:49 a.m. — Walk to the Café

The air outside was brisk but sunny, and the walk was quiet at first���Luigi clinging to her side, one arm looped around her waist, head occasionally dropping to her shoulder like he was still trying to sleepwalk.

She wore one of his hoodies now, oversized and soft, her gold jewelry catching the sun. They looked like a couple of love-drunk students who hadn’t quite recovered from the weekend, and honestly, they were.

As they reached the café doors, he squeezed her hip and muttered, “Thanks for dressing me.”

She smiled. “Someone had to.”

He opened the door for her. “You can undress me later to balance it out.”

She laughed as they stepped inside. “We’ll see how you behave.”

“I’m already failing.”

“Exactly.”

3:36 p.m. — Her Dorm Room

Luigi had let himself in with the spare key she’d given him weeks ago. He’d dropped his backpack by the door, flopped onto her bed, and lasted maybe twenty minutes scrolling on his phone before his brain got bored.

And when Luigi Mangione got bored, he got curious.

He wandered.

First it was harmless—opening a drawer, flipping through her perfectly organized stationery, admiring how she had backup pens color-coded in a box labeled “black gel only.”

Then he found the little photo box.

He sat cross-legged on her bed, flipping through it, a dumb grin spreading across his face. There were Polaroids from coffee dates, museum selfies, a blurry picture of him asleep on her chest that he did not remember her taking. He found that one twice. She must’ve printed a backup.

His heart thumped warm in his chest, soft and steady.

Then he kept digging.

Next drawer: a few more plushies. One she’d stolen from his room. He made a mental note to call her out later.

Then, tucked toward the back of her bottom drawer, half-buried under a soft hoodie:

A toy.

Her toy.

He froze for a second, blinking.

Then his mouth slowly curved into the kind of cocky, devilish grin she hated—and secretly loved.

“Oh, baby,” he muttered, picking it up. “You left this where I could find it?”

He turned it over in his hand, imagining the exact ways she’d used it, how wrecked she must’ve looked with it inside her. He exhaled, hand tightening around the handle.

Then he pulled out his phone, angling it down.

Click.

He snapped the picture—just his hand holding it, clear enough to see what it was, the background unmistakably her room.

He added the caption:

Luigi:

look what i found

you miss me that bad?

And sent it.

Three dots popped up immediately.

Then nothing.

Then they popped up again.

He grinned, flopping back on her bed, still holding the toy like it was evidence in a court case.

“God, you’re so done for when you get back,” he muttered to himself, already planning how to greet her—with the toy still in his hand and so many questions in his mouth.

Her phone buzzed again as she neared the elevator.

Luigi:

i’m not saying i’m jealous

but this thing definitely doesn’t kiss you like i do

She groaned, dragging a hand over her face, heart pounding with a cocktail of embarrassment, irritation, and something way hotter than she was ready to admit out loud.

She texted back quickly:

You:

PUT. IT. AWAY.

i’m almost there

i swear to god, luigi—

Luigi:

hurry up then

your little friend misses you

She cursed under her breath as she swiped her key card and stomped down the hall.

She pushed the door open fast.

Luigi was exactly where she expected: sprawled out on her bed like he owned it, hoodie halfway off his shoulder, one knee propped up, looking completely relaxed.

And in his hand?

Still the toy.

He twirled it lazily between his fingers like it was no big deal.

“Hey, baby,” he said, voice obnoxiously smug. “Missed you.”

“You are so annoying.”

She crossed the room and reached for it, but he lifted it just out of her reach.

“Nuh uh,” he smirked. “You didn’t say please.”

“Luigi.”

He grinned. “I was just thinking about you using this. Like… what were you thinking about when you came with it? Me?”

Her face flared hot.

“Or were you pretending it was me?” he asked, sitting up, voice dipping low. “Were you moaning my name even when it was this little guy inside you?”

She lunged for it again. He dodged, laughing, backing toward the wall.

“You’re literally a menace,” she growled, cornering him.

“And you’re so red right now,” he said, eyes dropping to her mouth, then lower. “You want it back? You gonna say what you use it for?”

“Shut up—”

“You gonna beg?”

“Luigi.”

He finally let her snatch it from his hand, but not before brushing his fingers along hers and murmuring:

“You know… I’d rather watch you use it next time.”

She stared at him, clutching the toy, flushed and furious and flustered and so not as mad as she wanted to be.

He leaned in, voice low in her ear.

“I bet you’d put on a really good show.”

———————————————————————————

The room was warm, lit by nothing but her bedside lamp and the soft glow of her string lights. Luigi was sitting at the foot of her bed, legs spread, hoodie sleeves pushed up, one hand resting casually over his thigh. He was scrolling halfheartedly on his phone, still smirking like he hadn’t completely forgotten the stunt he pulled earlier.

That smugness didn’t last long.

Because she stepped out of the bathroom wearing only his oversized Adidas hoodie and a pair of black panties that barely peeked from under the hem.

His eyes snapped up.

Phone forgotten.

His mouth parted like his brain had short-circuited.

She didn’t say anything—just walked over slowly, silently, her gaze locked on his the whole time. Then she grabbed her toy from the drawer and climbed onto the bed, crawling to the center without a single word.

Luigi’s eyes followed every move.

“You look…” he exhaled hard. “Jesus, babe.”

Still not saying anything, she laid back against her pillows, pulled the hoodie up just enough to expose her stomach and thighs, then spread her legs slightly.

His hands twitched on his knees.

“Wait—are you actually—”

She turned the toy on. A low hum filled the room.

His jaw tensed.

“Fuck.”

She bit her bottom lip as she let the toy glide over her panties at first, teasing herself through the fabric—light circles, slow pressure. She closed her eyes for just a moment, letting the tension start to build.

When she opened them again, his gaze was locked between her legs, hands fisted in the blanket now, the hoodie tight around his chest.

“You said you wanted to watch,” she said softly, breath already catching. “So watch.”

Luigi groaned like he was in pain.

She slid her panties aside and touched the toy directly to her clit now, back arching slightly, hips shifting under the pressure. Her breaths got shorter, and a quiet moan escaped her lips.

His eyes darkened.

“I can’t—baby—”

“You’re not allowed to touch,” she cut in, voice breathy but firm. “You wanted a show. So sit there and behave.”

His thigh twitched. His hands flexed.

She moaned again, a little louder this time, letting her head fall back for effect—and because it felt good. Really good. The way the hoodie clung to her curves, the toy hitting just right, and knowing he was losing it without laying a hand on her?

It was everything.

She glanced over again.

Luigi’s cock was straining against his sweats now—completely hard, leaking already. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, eyes glued to the way her hips rolled.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he choked.

She slowed the toy just enough to keep herself from tipping over the edge, drawing it out. Torturing him.

“You were so cocky earlier,” she whispered. “Still feel like teasing me now?”

He shook his head instantly.

“No. God, no. You win. Please—”

She cut him off with a moan, higher-pitched this time, thighs starting to tremble as she brought herself closer and closer.

Luigi was panting now, red in the face, fists clenching in the blanket.

“Let me touch you,” he begged. “Let me do something. Please.”

She didn’t answer.

Just kept going.

The room was thick with tension, and the only sound was the soft hum of the toy and the ragged, helpless breathing coming from the foot of the bed.

Luigi looked like he was on the verge of breaking.

Sweat at his temple, his bottom lip between his teeth, cock rock-hard under his sweats and twitching with every moan she let slip.

She kept her pace steady, her fingers gripping the edge of the hoodie as the toy circled her clit, slick and warm and just right. Her thighs trembled. Her breath hitched.

And through it all, his hands stayed exactly where she told him—fists clenched, knuckles white.

“Babe,” he whispered. “Please. Please let me touch you.”

She opened her eyes just enough to meet his—glassy, wrecked, pleading.

“No,” she breathed. “Not until I finish.”

“Fuck.”

He pressed his palm flat against his thigh like he needed to anchor himself there. She was so close—hips starting to shake, her other hand gripping the blanket tight, whimpers slipping out faster now.

“God—Lu—” she moaned, louder now, head falling back. “I’m gonna—fuck—”

That did it.

Her legs tensed. The toy hit just right. Her whole body arched as the orgasm ripped through her, hard and fast, her mouth open in a cry she didn’t bother to hide. She shook, thighs clenching, breath caught in her throat, riding the wave until her hips finally dropped back to the mattress.

The room went quiet except for her breath slowing and the faint buzz of the toy, still resting lightly against her before she turned it off.

She blinked up at the ceiling, chest heaving.

Then she looked down at Luigi.

He looked absolutely destroyed.

And still—still—he hadn’t moved.

“Come here,” she said softly.

He scrambled forward like he’d been unchained.

His hands landed on her hips first—warm, shaking. Then his mouth was on her stomach, trailing desperate, reverent kisses up her hoodie. He kissed just under her breasts, her ribs, her jaw.

“You’re unreal,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“You watched me fall apart and didn’t even touch yourself,” she murmured, her fingers sliding into his curls. “That’s impressive.”

“Babe, I’m dying. I’ve never been so hard in my life. I need—something.”

She smirked, pulling him up by the hoodie until their mouths met.

“I know,” she whispered, biting his bottom lip. “And now you can have it.”

The second her lips touched his, something in Luigi switched.

That coiled tension he’d been holding back since she first turned the toy on? Gone. Unleashed.

He kissed her hard—no hesitation now. Tongue in her mouth, hands gripping her thighs, hoodie bunched at her waist. She moaned into it, already wet and sensitive from her orgasm, but needing more.

“On your back,” he muttered, voice low, all grit.

She laid back without a word, heart hammering, legs falling open beneath him. He hovered over her, eyes hungry, breath ragged as he pressed himself between her thighs.

“You drive me insane,” he growled, kissing down her neck, teeth grazing just above her collarbone. “I waited. I fucking watched you. And now—”

He pressed the thick length of himself against her, still clothed by his sweats, the pressure enough to make her gasp.

“Now I’m gonna ruin you.”

She whimpered, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

But just as she opened her mouth to say something—maybe tease, maybe beg—he slipped two fingers past her lips.

Her eyes went wide.

His fingers pressed on her tongue—slow, deliberate.

“Quiet now,” he said softly. “You’re too loud when I fuck you. Don’t want anyone hearing what this pussy sounds like, do you?”

She moaned around his fingers—wet, obscene—and shook her head.

His hips rolled against her slowly, the friction building through his sweats, then he finally pushed them down just enough to free himself. He was hot and heavy against her, tip already slick, and when he lined up and slid into her in one slow, brutal thrust—

Her whole body arched.

“Fuck,” he groaned, fingers still in her mouth. “You’re still so fucking tight.”

She moaned again, body twitching, hands clawing at his back, her mouth full of his fingers.

He started moving—deep, slow strokes at first, each thrust angled perfectly. Then faster. Rougher.

His other hand slid to her throat.

Not squeezing—holding. Dominating. Letting her feel it.

Her eyes fluttered, already glassy, already overwhelmed.

“You like this,” he whispered, hips slamming into hers harder now, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the room. “Me using your mouth, holding your throat, fucking you stupid. Don’t even need to talk.”

She whined around his fingers, legs shaking, body arching up to meet every thrust.

“Gonna cum again?” he asked, eyes dark. “Even after you made a mess with that toy?”

She nodded desperately, her body already unraveling again.

“Good,” he whispered, teeth grazing her jaw. “Cum with my fingers in your mouth and my cock in you. Show me how mine you are.”

She broke.

Her moan was muffled, throat tightening under his hand, body clenching around him as she came again—harder this time, stars in her eyes, her whole body trembling as she gushed around him.

He groaned, pulled his fingers from her mouth and grabbed her hips hard, thrusting a few more times before he spilled inside her, deep and hot, breath caught in a ragged moan against her neck.

They collapsed into each other, skin sticky, breathing wild.

And still, neither of them said a word.

Not for a full minute.

Then finally:

Luigi laughed—low, exhausted, wrecked.

“I’m obsessed with you,” he mumbled against her skin.

She smiled, still catching her breath. “Yeah. I know.”

The shower was already running, warm water misting the mirror, soft fog curling against the tile.

Luigi stood under the spray, leaning against the wall, eyes half-closed, hair soaked and curls falling over his forehead. His chest rose and fell in slow, steady waves. He was barely awake.

“You’re falling asleep,” she said, stepping in behind him and reaching for the soap.

“No I’m not,” he mumbled, not even opening his eyes.

“You’re swaying.”

“Just vibing.”

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before gently turning him toward her.

His eyes fluttered open—barely.

“Hi,” he whispered, goofy grin spreading across his face.

“Hi, sleepyhead.”

She lathered the soap in her hands and ran them gently over his chest, his stomach, arms, back—everywhere. Her touch was soft, slow, methodical. Like he was made of glass.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” he asked, blinking at her.

“Because you’re cute and tired and a mess.”

“And because I made you cum twice.”

“That too.”

He laughed—low, breathy, still dazed.

Then she reached up for his hair, threading her fingers through the curls and slowly working in shampoo. He leaned into it immediately, mouth falling open a little as her nails grazed his scalp.

“Oh my god, marry me,” he muttered.

“I already do this every time you stay over.”

“Exactly. What more proof do I need?”

She rinsed him off, then moved to wash his face, using her fingertips to massage the cleanser over his cheeks and jawline. He tilted his head toward her hand like he couldn’t help it.

“You’re so soft right now,” she murmured, rinsing his face gently under the spray.

“I’m yours,” he whispered. “Fully. Forever. Take me.”

She snorted, nudging him back under the water to rinse. “You’re ridiculous.”

He smiled again, barely awake, leaning his forehead to hers. “And you love it.”

She pulled him into a quiet hug under the water—his skin warm, slick, his arms loosely wrapping around her waist.

“I really do,” she whispered.

They climbed under the covers still damp from the shower, skin clean, hair soft, her hoodie now draped over the back of a chair. Luigi didn’t even make it to the pillow properly—he flopped down face-first, the stuffed octopus tucked under one arm again like it belonged there.

She smiled as she slipped in next to him, tucking the blankets up over both of them. His breathing had already slowed, soft and even, lashes brushing his cheeks, lips parted just slightly.

Out. Completely.

She turned on her side to face him, head propped on one hand, watching him for a moment. His curls were still a little wet, sticking to his forehead. His cheeks were warm, skin still dewy from the steam, and every few breaths he made a quiet little sound—barely audible, like a sigh wrapped in a dream.

Her heart swelled.

He looked so small like this. So sweet. All cocky attitude melted away, just her sleepy boy tangled in her blankets, clutching her stuffed animal like it was a lifeline.

She reached out, brushing his curls back gently, her fingers trailing along his temple, then his jaw.

“You’re so cute,” she whispered, even though he couldn’t hear her. “You have no idea.”

His breathing shifted slightly, slow and deep and perfect.

The quiet made her eyelids heavy.

She curled closer, tucking her head against his shoulder, her hand resting lightly on his chest, right over his heartbeat. That rhythm, steady and familiar, was the last thing she felt before her own body gave in—slipping under, wrapped in warmth, comfort, and him.

Thursday Afternoon - Later in the week

They were sprawled out on a patch of grass under one of the old oaks near College Hall—her head in his lap, textbooks open but completely ignored. His fingers toyed lazily with the end of one of her earrings, twisting the gold charm while she scrolled through her tablet.

Luigi yawned, stretched, and looked down at her.

“Hey,” he said casually. “Phi Psi’s throwing a party tomorrow night.”

Her brows raised slightly. “Let me guess. Beer pong, a fog machine, and someone throwing up in the downstairs bathroom?”

He grinned. “Tradition.”

She gave him a look. “I don’t know, Lu…”

“Oh come on,” he groaned, tugging gently on her earring. “It’s not like it’s random. It’s our semester kickback. Nothing insane. Just music, drinks, way too many people in one house…”

“That’s exactly what I don’t like.”

He leaned down, hovering over her with the most obnoxiously pouty face he could manage.

“I’ll stay next to you the whole night,” he offered. “We can even pregame with just us two. I’ll make that stupid pink drink you like.”

“You mean the one that gets you tipsy after two sips?” she teased.

He pointed at her dramatically. “That’s the one.”

She looked at him for a long second—his brown curls glowing in the sun, his hoodie bunched at the elbows, that ridiculous pleading grin on his face.

And, well… when he begged like that?

She was a goner.

“Fine,” she sighed, closing her tablet. “I’ll go.”

Luigi let out a triumphant little cheer and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “You’re the best girlfriend ever.”

“I know.”

He ran a hand through her hair. “I’m gonna look so hot with you on my arm.”

“You say that like you’re not already cocky enough.”

“I’m just manifesting.”

Friday Night — 10:37 p.m. | Phi Kappa Psi House

The music was loud. Bodies everywhere. The house was dimly lit with strings of mismatched LEDs, half-working speakers blasting early 2000s rap remixes, and the vague scent of jungle juice, vape, and someone’s knockoff cologne clinging to the air.

She stepped through the front door, instantly clocking the usual frat chaos: someone already dancing on the kitchen island, someone else arguing about who spilled what on the rug, and a group of people hovering near the makeshift bar trying to figure out if the punch was lethal.

But then—she saw him.

Luigi.

Standing in the living room, solo cup in hand, halfway through telling some animated story. His curls were pushed back off his forehead, probably from heat or dancing. His short-sleeved button-down was completely unbuttoned except for the bottom two, exposing the soft curve of his chest and the thin silver chain he always wore when he wanted to show off. His shorts hung low on his hips, a little wrinkled, and he was swaying slightly—clearly a few drinks in.

He turned, scanned the room lazily—then saw her.

And his entire face lit up.

“BABYYY—!”

He was already stumbling toward her, cup forgotten on a random table, that crooked, tipsy smile stretching across his face like he’d just won the lottery.

“You came,” he said, like it was a miracle.

“You begged,” she replied, raising an eyebrow.

But he wasn’t listening. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her in, and kissed her right there in the middle of the hallway. It was a little too deep for public, but neither of them cared. His hands found her hips immediately, fingertips curling into the low rise waistband of her jeans.

When they broke apart, his eyes dropped.

To her outfit.

Low-rise jeans, slung perfectly on her hips, and a tiny spaghetti strap crop top that left nothing to imagination but was somehow still just hers—casual, effortless, killer.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “You look unreal.”

“You’re drunk.”

“And you’re unfair.”

Before she could reply, he grabbed her hand, practically dragging her into the living room.

“Guys!” he shouted over the music. “Guys, this is her—this is my girlfriend. The one I’ve been talking about.”

A few heads turned, lifting their drinks in greeting. One guy called out, “Dude, she’s way too hot for you!”

Luigi didn’t even pretend to be humble. Just laughed, red in the face, curls bouncing.

“I know!” he yelled back.

He looked down at her again, grinning like an idiot.

“You’re actually here,” he said, resting his forehead against her shoulder for a second. “I missed you.”

“You saw me five hours ago.”

“I missed you.”

The place had only gotten more packed—bass rattling the floor, bodies crammed into the living room like a dance floor that no one could actually dance on. People were yelling half-conversations over the music, drinks spilling, the LED lights strobing in sync with bad DJ transitions.

Luigi hadn’t let go of her once.

His arm was slung around her waist, his other hand half-tangled in the strap of her top like he was afraid she’d slip away into the crowd. He’d kissed her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. Told her she looked perfect ten times. At least.

She was nursing her second drink—vodka cranberry, barely strong. Calm. Composed. Just buzzed enough to smile a little softer, laugh a little more freely.

He, on the other hand, was glowing.

Pink in the cheeks. Voice louder. Every time she shifted away to say hi to someone, he immediately leaned in to tug her back.

“Stay with me,” he pouted against her ear.

“I’m right here.”

“Not enough.”

She rolled her eyes but let him press a kiss to her neck again, his hands trailing down to hook into the waistband of her jeans. She swatted him away with a smirk.

Then—

“Hey!”

One of Luigi’s frat brothers—Caleb, tall, broad, very smiley—approached from the side, drink in hand.

“I didn’t know you were his girlfriend,” he said to her with a grin. “Damn, he wasn’t exaggerating.”

She laughed, polite, not stepping away from Luigi. “You must be Caleb.”

“I am,” he said, flashing a wink. “Nice to finally meet the girl who’s been breaking this guy’s brain all semester.”

Luigi’s grip tightened immediately.

She could feel him bristle behind her.

“Okay,” he said loudly, slipping between them and throwing an arm around her shoulder. “Let’s cool it with the compliments. I know she’s hot.”

Caleb raised his hands, laughing. “Relax, bro. I’m just saying hi.”

“Yeah. You’ve said it.”

She tried not to smile as Luigi all but pulled her back into his chest, his hand sliding around her stomach like he was trying to fuse them together.

As soon as Caleb walked away, Luigi leaned in and mumbled:

“I don’t like him.”

“He’s your friend.”

“He has a stupid face. And he was looking at you like he wanted to bite.”

She tilted her head, smiling slightly. “Jealous?”

“Dangerously.”

He kissed her shoulder again, more lingering this time, hand dipping just slightly under the waistband of her jeans—hidden by the crowd, but very intentional.

“You’re mine tonight,” he whispered against her skin. “All night.”

She sipped her drink, pretending to be unbothered, but her cheeks were starting to burn.

And the way he looked at her then—tipsy, flushed, possessive and soft and completely gone—made it very clear:

He wasn’t letting her out of his sight.

They’d slipped out to the back patio for a breath of fresh air, the party still raging inside. The air was cooler out here, the buzz of music muffled by brick walls and the occasional drunk yell echoing from upstairs.

Luigi was leaning against the railing, drink abandoned somewhere inside, curls a little damp from heat, and a dopey, dizzy smile spread across his face like he didn’t know how to contain it.

“Your hands are sooo small,” he mumbled suddenly, eyes glazed but focused on hers. “Like—how do they even fit on your body?”

She laughed, stepping closer. “Lu…”

“No, like, for real. It’s like—” He held up his hands, trying to measure it in the air and then immediately lost track of what he was doing. “Your whole hand is like… tiny. You’re so tiny.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed his face in both hands, gently holding him still. “You’re drunk.”

He blinked.

Then absolutely melted.

His blush was instant—hot and bright across his cheeks, all the way up to his ears. His lips parted slightly, eyes soft and glossy, and he made the quietest sound in his throat like her touch had completely short-circuited his brain.

“Ohmygod,” he whispered. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” she teased, brushing her thumbs across his cheekbones.

“That,” he slurred, voice thick. “Holding me like I’m… like I’m fragile. I’ll cry.”

She leaned in, kissed his flushed face once. Then again. Then softly pressed her lips to his.

He made the tiniest whimper against her mouth and smiled so hard when she pulled back it looked like it physically hurt him to contain it.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbled, eyes half-lidded. “You should marry me.”

“You can’t even walk.”

“I can walk.”

“You shouldn’t walk.”

He blinked again, then looked up at her with those drunk, wide eyes and said, “Can we go upstairs? To my room? I wanna cuddle. Like, deeply.”

She smiled. “Deep cuddles, huh?”

“I’ll give you my good pillow.”

“Oh wow. Must be serious.”

He nodded solemnly. “I’ll even take my shoes off this time.”

She laughed again and took his hand. “Alright, loverboy. Lead the way.”

Luigi beamed, totally lit up—and maybe slightly swaying—as he led her back through the party, his grip tight in hers, like he was terrified of losing his favorite thing in the chaos.

And even with the noise, the bodies, the mess of it all… she only saw him.

The door shut behind them with a click, muffling the party. It was quieter up here—still buzzing from the bass below, but distant now, like a memory. The room smelled faintly like his cologne and detergent. A hoodie was draped over the back of his desk chair, LED lights glowing soft blue.

Luigi flopped onto his bed like his body had given up entirely, one arm thrown over his face. His button-down was still hanging open, chest rising and falling fast, lips parted, cheeks bright and warm.

“You good?” she asked, toeing off her shoes.

He nodded slowly, grinning to himself.

“I’m in love,” he said to the ceiling.

She raised an eyebrow. “With the ceiling?”

“With you, dummy.”

She laughed, climbing onto the bed and straddling his waist, her thighs bracketing his hips. She leaned down slowly, arms sliding around him, hugging him fully—her chest pressed to his, cheek tucked into the crook of his neck.

He let out a soft, shaky breath.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled. “You’re on top of me. Hugging me. I think I’m gonna ascend.”

She giggled into his neck. “You’re so dramatic.”

“No, like, I feel high. Off you.” His hands wrapped around her waist, holding her tight. “This is the best moment of my life.”

She pulled back just slightly to look at him—and his eyes were so glossy. Warm and wide and drunk on affection. His lips curved into that goofy, helpless smile.

“I’m so in love with you,” he slurred. “Like—it’s bad. I think about you all the time. Like, all the time. Even when you’re just in class or like… drinking water.”

“Drinking water?”

“You’re so cute when you hydrate.”

She laughed again, kissing his nose, but he just kept going—eyes shining, words tumbling.

“I think about you being, like… a mom. With my kids. With our kids.”

Her breath hitched a little. “Lu…”

“No, listen,” he said, hands on her hips now, eyes locked on hers. “You’d be so hot pregnant. Like—insanely hot. You’d walk around in those little tank tops and I’d lose my mind.”

She choked on a laugh, blushing hard. “You’re such a menace.”

“Our kid,” he whispered, voice all low and serious now. “A little you and me. You’d be so soft with them. You’d be so good.”

He looked up at her like she hung the stars. Like he was already picturing it—her swollen belly, his hands on her hips, her wearing his old Baltimore shirt to bed, glowing, exhausted, happy.

“I’d put, like… six babies in you,” he muttered. “Minimum.”

She covered her face in her hands. “Oh my god—”

He laughed, flushed and giddy, trying to pull her hands away. “No no no, don’t hide. You love me.”

“I do,” she admitted, still blushing, still stunned. “But you’re so lucky you’re cute right now.”

He blinked up at her, that big dumb grin still painted across his face.

“You’re my future.”

She was still straddling him, her arms tucked around his neck, his hands gently gripping her waist like she might vanish. His smile had faded into something more tender, something deeper—eyes still glossy, but darker now, heavier with want.

“I need you,” he whispered suddenly, voice rough and breathy. “Need to be inside you.”

She blinked, pulling back slightly. “Lu…”

“I’m serious.” His hands slid up under her shirt, warm and trembling. “You’re right here. On top of me. I’m losing my mind.”

“You’re drunk.”

He pouted, leaning up to kiss her jaw. Then her neck. “I’m not that drunk.”

“You’re slurring your words.”

“Not anymore,” he whispered. “Baby, please.”

She rolled her eyes, trying to keep her cool. “You’re so dramatic.”

His hands cupped her face now, thumbs brushing her cheeks, eyes locked on hers with every ounce of that soft desperation he always pulled out when he really wanted something.

“My sweetheart,” he said, voice all low and ruined. “My love. My wife.”

“Oh my god—”

“No, seriously. You’re it for me.” He kissed her again, slow and deep. “I wanna be inside you so bad. Wanna feel you. Wanna make love to you, not just—” His hips rolled up against hers, subtle, but so clear. “—not just fuck you. Just… us.”

She swallowed hard.

“Please,” he whispered, forehead pressed to hers. “Please, sweetheart. Let me in. Let me be yours.”

She bit her bottom lip, heart racing. “Lu…”

He kissed her again, softer now. “I’ll be good. I’ll go slow. I just want you.”

And then, with that puppy-eyed look that always melted her.

“Let me love you.”

She sighed, giving in, brushing his curls back with one hand. “You win.”

The smile that lit up his face was instant.

“Really?”

“You’re lucky I’m obsessed with you.”

He flipped her gently onto her back with a breathless laugh, already kissing down her neck, muttering between every press of his lips:

“My love.”

“My wife.”

“My favorite girl in the whole world.”

And the way he touched her after that—tender, reverent, absolutely wrecked—was every bit as soft and filthy as the way he said her name.

Clothes came off piece by piece—not rushed, not rough. Just peeled away under soft kisses and lingering touches. Her top hit the floor first, then his shirt, his hands sliding up her sides like he was memorizing her by feel.

When she laid back, he hovered over her—body pressed to hers, skin to skin, their legs tangled under the blankets he barely remembered pulling up. His lips never left her for long.

He kissed her mouth slowly, then her cheek, then lower. His breath hit her neck and she felt it before she felt his mouth.

“Lu,” she whispered, squirming slightly.

“I’m not sorry,” he murmured against her skin, just before he sucked hard—right under her jaw.

She gasped as his tongue soothed it, only for him to bite and suck again, a little lower. Then again, on the other side.

He made his way down her neck, leaving marks like he was branding her.

Deep red, already blooming.

“I’m gonna be covered,” she whispered, half-laughing, half-breathless.

“I want people to see,” he muttered, dragging his mouth back up to kiss her hard. “I want them to know who you belong to.”

Her nails dug into his back on instinct—light at first, then deeper as his hips rolled into hers.

He moaned into her mouth. “Fuck—do that again.”

She dragged her nails down this time, slow and mean, and felt his body twitch against hers.

“Shit,” he hissed. “You’re so gonna be pregnant after this.”

She giggled softly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “You and this baby obsession…”

“I mean it,” he whispered, kissing her collarbone now. “You’d look so good carrying my kid. I think about it all the time. You, round and slow, glowing—fuck.”

“You’re insane,” she murmured, but she was smiling. Blushing. “You really want that, huh?”

His mouth trailed back to her throat, kissing over the bruises he’d just left. “More than anything.”

Then he slid into her.

Slow.

Deep.

Full.

And neither of them said a word for a moment. Just breathing. Just holding.

When he moved again, it was unhurried—like he had all night. Like he wanted to take all night. Every thrust filled her completely, made her cling tighter, made her moan against his neck.

Her nails scratched his back again.

His mouth found her ear.

“My baby,” he whispered. “My love. My everything.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, eyes fluttering. “Yours.”

He groaned—loud, almost broken.

And they stayed like that—moving together, whispering, marking each other with every touch—until they both unraveled in each other’s arms, trembling and breathless, held tight in warmth and love and something that felt a lot like forever.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼

Sorryyyy for the wait, I had to edit a lot of it. I hope you like it 💗

[darkwitchoferie]

Train Ride - Chapter 6, Seungmin

A/N: The expression of ‘looking at something through their eyebrows’ – if you need reference for what that looks like, look up the Kubrick stare. Also in my mind, I don’t care how logical this is or if there’s any truth to it, their current dorms/apartments are close to each other, but not in the same building. IDK, fanfic rules again. This one’s so long you guys. I’m not even sorry for it. Much like Binnie’s muscles, I have a thing for Seungmin’s voice. I will also not apologize for that.

Cw/tw: exhibitionism, public semi-nudity/flashing, unprotected vaginal and anal sex, member x member, oral (m & f receiving), cum eating, multiple partners, not mean Seungmin just a different kind of teasing than Changbin, face-fucking, edging, praise kink actually shown in this one (though I feel like it’s been implied before), and much talk of sex pics/videos

wc: 6.4k

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The next morning, you woke up between Changbin and Chan, confused for a moment. You were still naked, but you’d obviously been cleaned – not just wiped clean but actually bathed – and the sheets were changed. Did you really pass out and not remember them cleaning up, you wondered. There was a soft knock at the door, interrupting your thoughts, then Jeongin peeked his head in.

“Hey,” he whispered, smiling at you. Glancing at Changbin, he tilted his head, silently asking if you wanted to follow him. Carefully, so as not to wake the two men on either side of you, you crept out of bed and followed Innie.

A short while later, Chan laughed as he and Changbin joined the pair of you in the kitchen. You looked over Jeongin’s shoulder to smile at him. Jeongin had you sat up on the edge of the counter, legs around his waist, as he lazily thrust into you.

“Can’t miss your morning quickie, can you, Iyen-ah?”

“We’re – oh, right there – we’re making breakfast,” you answered.

“You are not,” Chan laughed again, leaning over Jeongin’s shoulder to give you a quick ‘good morning’ kiss and, judging by his shiver, run his finger’s down Jeongin’s back. Innie finished sucking a hickey onto your upper boob, right as you arched your back, digging your nails into his shoulders as you came. He followed a couple of thrusts after, groaning as he buried his face in your shoulder.

“Okay, we started making breakfast,” you clarified, after catching your breath. For a man who wasn’t big on skinship, Innie was very cuddly after sex, still pressed against you and keeping his arms wrapped around you. You kept your arms around him too, carding your fingers through his hair. You knew from both Felix and Hyunjin that he was the same with them.

“I can see that,” Chan agreed, stepping up to the stove, turning it back on, and finishing the breakfast you two had started.

“Morning, Bin. Sleep good?” You asked, looking over at him still in the doorway.

“Yeah. Sorry,” he said shaking his head a little, “gonna take a bit to get used to, I think. This whole thing is kinda surreal.” He made his way into the kitchen and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, the same way Chan had.

“Yeah. That’s part of the reason we came out here. Channie doesn’t mind if we have a morning quickie beside him while he’s still asleep, but we weren’t sure you’d… appreciate that type of wake up call.”

“Mm. In future, I would not object at all.” After he moved, Jeongin cleaned you up, then helped you off the counter.

“Mm,” you stretched your arms over your head, arching just a little as you stretched. “I love kitchen sex,” you commented.

“You love sex,” Chan corrected.

“How can I not when I have so many amazing partners?” You countered. “Oh, speaking of that, gotta update the group chat.” You strode back to Chan’s room and grabbed your phone off the charger.

After updating the chat to add Changbin, you went back out into the kitchen, having just tossed on an oversized sleep shirt. You were sitting at the kitchen table, discussing upcoming plans for the day, when you sort of drifted away from the conversation.

“Y/nnie?” You snapped out of it seeing Jeongin’s hand waving in front of your face.

“Sorry. I was just thinking about the picker wheel. I don’t want to use it. I want Seungmin next.”

“I thought you had trouble choosing?” Chan asked, curious.

You nodded. “But there’s a stronger possibility now that Seungmin could be last. And I don’t want that. Like, we all know that it’s random, and he’d know that too. But I don’t want something building in the back of his head, ya know? I just…. I dunno, I don’t want any possibility of him thinking I would purposely pick him last or that I’m only picking him to ‘complete the set’ or whatever.”

Chan smiled over at you, reaching out to tug you close so he could kiss you. “You’re sweet,” he said. “Okay, Minnie next. Any ideas?”

“Not yet. I’ll think of something. Or you will.”

Later, after breakfast, after the three of them left, and you’d gone home to start your own work day, you sent a message to the group chat.

It was while you were taking a break from work, walking in your parking lot, that you got the idea for Seungmin. Quickly, you texted Chan for a copy of the group’s schedule and Seungmin’s individual one. Using those, you bought tickets for a Lotte Giants game. Seungmin may not have been quite the same amount of romantic as Hyunjin, but you wanted him to know you were serious. You, and the whole group really, were aware of his insecurities, particularly related to his looks and when he started comparing himself to the others. So you wanted to make sure he knew you wanted him.

You waited until Chan was at your place, knowing that would mean Seungmin would be home too, to call him. “Hey Minnie. How was your day?”

“Good. Yours?”

“Yeah, good. Listen, I have two tickets to a Lotte Giants game this week. In three days. Wanna go?”

“You have tickets to a baseball game? You don’t like baseball, I thought.”

“I never said that! Just that I’d never seen a game. Do you wanna go with me or not?”

“Uh… yeah, sure. I’ll pick you up?”

The pair of you made arrangements for him to pick you up and then ended the call. “Alright, we’re all set,” you grinned. “I’ve never been to a baseball game. What do I wear?” You hurried to your closet, dropping your phone on your bed.

A few minutes later Chan strode into your room. “Babe!”

“Yeah?”

He held a finger to his lips, then answered his phone on speaker. “Hey Seungmin. What’s up?” You stilled, listening to their conversation.

“Hyung, I uh…. I think your girlfriend just asked me out on a date.”

“Yeah, she totally did.” They were both quiet for a few seconds. “Why? Did you not want to go out with her? Because if not, you should tell her right away, she’s already picking out her outfit.”

“Hang on, seriously? And you’re alright with this?”

“Is Felix there?”

“No, he’s at Changbin and Hyunjin’s, why?” You snorted quietly. Of course he was – he was just as excited at the prospect of sleeping with everyone as you were and his sex drive was as strong as yours too. He’d just decided he would ‘follow you Y/nnie. Don’t wanna steal your thunder.’

“Alright, sit down, let me explain.” You weren’t surprised that Seungmin would need or want an explanation first. Thinking about it, you should have realized the baseball game would make him suspicious. It wasn’t like going to the museum with Hyunjin, that was something you’d done plenty of times. You’d never been to a baseball game and had made a point of the fact that you’d never even watched the sport.

While Chan was talking to Seungmin, you tuned them out. You scooped up your phone and pulled up your weather app, looking for the forecast over the next few days. By the time the two men had hung up, you’d settled on your outfit. You’d looked up the team as well and based on the team’s colors had picked a navy blue, just-above-your-knees length skirt and paired it with a t shirt that was so light blue, it was nearly white. You weren’t a fan of the color of that shirt on you, but the fit of it was why you’d chosen it.

Three days later, Chan chuckled as he snapped a photo of your outfit and sent it to what he’d started referring to as the ‘Sexy’ group chat. You knew it wasn’t actually a comment on you or any of the guys, just that that was the chat where you were all blunt with each other and sometimes used it to send sex photos and videos to each other. Like the picture Hyunjin had sent of Changbin’s blissed out smile with his chest and abs covered in bites and hickeys from him and Felix.

“What?”

“Nothing, baby. You look good, as always. Just…. I feel like Seungmin’s gonna have a similar reaction to Felix’s reaction, that’s all.”

“That’s kinda the point, babe.”

“And if it rains?” he asked, glancing out your kitchen window where you could see rain clouds gathering.

“It’s supposed to stay clear for the next few hours. And we have VIP seating, so we won’t get rained on anyway.” You smirked, knowing exactly why he was concerned about the rain, but not directly addressing it. “Seungmin!” You turned toward your door when you heard knocking. “Hey,” you greeted him with a smile after opening the door.

“He –” he stopped for a second, just staring. Then cleared his throat and shook himself a little. “Hey. Uh, you ready to go?”

“Yep.” Smiling, you grabbed your purse, made sure your phone was in it, slipped on a pair of flats, and headed out. The shirt you were wearing was on the thin side and tight, to say the least. So much so, that you could easily see the imprint of the lace of your bra.

You didn’t know much about baseball, having never really been a fan. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, you supposed, you’d just never really had a chance or reason to get into it. Sitting beside Seungmin however, you were starting to understand people’s love for the game. Or, his love for it at least. He patiently answered every question you asked, going into detail for you when you asked. And you got to watch the way he lit up as he explained things or the excitement when his team was doing good.

It started thundering as you left the stadium. You crossed your fingers, quietly hoping it timed out well and you would get caught in the rain. It was, after all, part of the reason you wore the shirt you did. Less than 10 feet from the back of Seungmin’s car, the sky opened and drenched everything. Laughing, you spread your arms and spun in a circle, face up.

“Y/N!” You turned to Seungmin, who was staring at you with wide eyes through the downpour.

“Minnie?” You played dumb, acting like you had no idea why he’d be looking at you like that.

“Get in the car!”

“But – the rain. I wanna play.” It wasn’t uncommon for you to be out in what you called warm rain. Or summer rain, where it wasn’t cold enough for the rain to make you cold. More than once, when they were around, Felix, Jisung, Hyunjin, and sometimes some of the others, would join you.

“Play later, car now.” You pouted to hide your grin and got into the passenger seat of his car.

“But why?” You asked when he didn’t say more after you got in. He didn’t answer right away, focusing on getting the pair of you on the road.

Seungmin avoided looking directly at you as he maneuvered the stadium traffic and got onto a less traveled road to avoid more traffic. Not that he didn’t look at you at all. You kept catching him looking at you from the corner of his eye, hands gripping the steering wheel so his knuckles turned white. You tried, hopefully successfully, to hide your pleased smile.

“I had fun, Minnie,” you attempted to break the silence that had fallen. “Thanks for explaining everything to me.”

“Mm-hm. You’re welcome.”

“Everything okay?” you asked, trying to sound concerned and not gleeful.

“Mm. Look at your shirt.”

“Oh! Oh, no playing in the rain.” From what anyone had been able to see through your shirt before, you would understand if they thought your bra was just decorated with lace. But now that the rain had soaked it and it was almost completely sheer, Seungmin could see that it wasn’t decorated with lace, but was only lace leaving you basically completely exposed. “Oops.” You made absolutely no move to try to cover yourself.

Before he could say anything, his phone rang through the Bluetooth speaker. “Old Man is calling.”

“You do not have him saved as Old Man!” You giggled as he answered the call.

“Having a good time, I take it?” Chan asked, obviously hearing your laughter.

“Yes, we are!” you answered.

“Seung, did she get caught in the rain?”

“Yeah. Why would…?”

“Ask her why she wore that shirt.”

“I didn’t plan to get caught in the rain. You can’t plan rain! I wore it just in case, which is completely different.” You tried justifying your decision.

“Mm-hm.” You could practically see Chan’s grin. You playfully glared at the Bluetooth screen, knowing he couldn’t see you but feeling the need to do it anyway.

Beside you, Seungmin stopped the car at a red light. You looked over to find him openly staring at you now. Curious, you waited to see what he would do. Deliberately, he reached over and brushed your nipple with the knuckles of his first two fingers. With a small gasp, you arched forward a little, trying to press against his fingers that hovered right over you. He smirked and pinched your nipple between those two knuckles, pulling a moan from you.

Chan made an inquisitive noise over the phone. “Baby girl?”

“He’s playing with my nipple,” you answered on a gasp as he took the opportunity to gently tug and roll the nipple he had between his knuckles.

“Her nipples are very sensitive,” Seungmin commented softly.

Chan chuckled. “You two have fun. I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, and take some good photos for me, yeah?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow at you as Chan hung up. “He likes photos. Videos too, actually. So does Hyune. Well, they all do, but those two especially.”

“Mm,” he hummed, glancing at the traffic light then switching his attention to your other nipple. The light turned green and he pulled away, smirking at your whimper.

That continued at the next red light and the one after that, reaching over to fondle your boobs, then pulling away. You knew, logically, he had to drive. But your body did not care about logic. Then you reached the last red light before pulling into his and Felix’s apartment building. This light always took so long, something you usually complained about. You were surprised when Seungmin threw the car in park, having assumed you were in for a longer teasing session. Instead, he unbuckled himself and leaned across the center console.

Bracing himself with one hand, he brought the other up to cup your boob, leaned in, and sucked your nipple into his mouth through your wet shirt. On a long moan, you brought your hand up to tangle your fingers in his hair. He gently bit your nipple as he pulled just far enough away to switch sides. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to give yourself some friction and the movement was not lost on Seungmin – you felt him smirk against you.

After another moment, he pulled away completely, buckled himself back in, put the car back in gear, and looked for all the world like he was patiently waiting for the light to change and not like he’d just had your tits in his mouth. You whined, wiggling in your seat and he just laughed at you. Your movement made you realize just how wet you were – your panties were ruined for sure.

Soon enough, you’d pulled into his building’s parking lot and he parked the car. The trip from the car to the actual building was mostly covered, but there was a short part that was open. You lingered there for a moment, genuinely enjoying the rain, but also to resoak your shirt. Just because. Seungmin tugged your hand, pulling you behind him to the, thankfully, deserted lobby and then elevator. He and Felix lived in one of the uppermost floors, so you figured you’d settle in to wait.

Seungmin had other ideas. He stepped up behind you, pressing himself against your back where you could feel his cock pressing into you. He wordlessly handed you his phone, camera opened on selfie mode, then wrapped his arms around you, bringing his hands up to caress the sides of your boobs. You sighed with pleasure, leaning into him and letting your head tip back against him. He quickly switched from gentle caresses to teasing your nipples through your clothes again.

“Take a picture, Y/nnie. The old man said he wanted some, right?” You did as Seungmin instructed, snapping a photo of you with your head back against his shoulder, eyes partly closed in pleasure, Seungmin pinching both nipples while he looked at the camera through his eyebrows, a mischievous smile that you didn’t see, playing on his lips.

He took the phone back from you, quickly sending the photo to Chan. Then he spun you around and crowded you against the wall of the elevator, before leaning in to claim your lips in what started as a sweet kiss. The kiss quickly became heated, Seungmin tilting your head and sliding his tongue between your lips. You moaned into his mouth, clutching his shirt in your hand as you felt his hand slide up your thigh, under your skirt, and brush against your clothed cunt.

He chuckled against your lips. “All this from a little teasing?” You whimpered as he pressed the heel of his hand against your clit. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, tugging them down far enough that you were able to step out of them. Then he bent down, picked them up, and stuffed them in his pocket. The elevator dinged, arriving at his floor, as he stood back up. He let you walk ahead of him down the short hall to his and Felix’s apartment, wrapping his arms around you and covering your boobs with his hands. “For your modesty, in case the neighbors come out.” The way he was groping you said otherwise, but you didn’t protest.

Getting down the hall was a little slow with the way he was holding onto you and being pressed against his chest. With every movement, you could feel his cock rubbing against you. And yeah, maybe you had soaked your panties from ‘a little teasing’, but he was hard as a rock and you hadn’t even touched him. And hey, he was groping your boobs the whole way down the hall, so pressing against his dick with every move you possibly could was absolutely fair as far as you were concerned.

Finally in the apartment, he spun you around again, pressing you against the back of the couch and practically attacking your mouth. You’d have grinned if you’d been able to, pleased you got him to let go of the, so far, methodical teasing. One hand dipped behind you and it felt like he grabbed something off the couch. He pulled away from you, holding one of the throw pillows that came with the couch. He stepped back and dropped the pillow onto the floor, grabbing his phone out of his pocket as he did. With just a look, you understood exactly what he wanted and were all too pleased to give it.

You dropped to your knees on the pillow and reached for the button and zip of his jeans. With quick movements, you tugged down his jeans and boxers, freeing his cock. You glanced up at him as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, stroking a couple of times. You held eye contact as you leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of him, pleased with the huff of air that escaped him as he watched you. You wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue over him and tasting the precum that leaked out of him. Then you looked down, and focused on your goal – making him lose that composure that had been taunting you for nearly an hour.

He wasn’t as big as Chan and you’d had plenty of practice at deep throating your boyfriend, so it was comparatively easy for you to take all of Seungmin. You quickly sank down on his cock, pressing your nose into his pubes and swallowing around his head.

“Oh God,” he groaned out above you, reaching down to tangle a hand in your hair. Pleased with yourself, you set a steady rhythm, pulling back until only his head was in your mouth, then bobbing down to take all of him in again. After just a minute or two, the grip in your hair tightened and he held your head still. Pulling out of your mouth, he looked down at you. “Okay?” he asked, rolling his hips so his tip slid past your lips just enough for you to understand what he was asking.

In response, you just dropped your jaw. He groaned and thrust into your waiting mouth. Blissed out, loving the feeling of your mouth being fucked, you closed your eyes and didn’t notice when Seungmin snapped a couple of photos to send to Chan. Nor did you really notice that you’d subconsciously spread your knees to sink further against the pillow under you. But you did feel when your wet core made contact with the material. You moaned around Seungmin, rolling your hips against the pillow. It was frustratingly little friction.

You brought a hand down between your legs and Seungmin stopped thrusting, pulling out of your mouth. You whined your protest, eyes snapping open. “Hands,” he said, taking his own hand out of your hair. You lifted your hands and he put one on each of his own hips. “Keep them there.” You whimpered as you understood you’d be getting no friction except the pillow. With a smirk, he buried his hand back in your hair and his cock back in your mouth.

Your hips rolled of their own volitation against the pillow, timed with his thrusts in your mouth. This time, you were looking up at him when he took a photo.

“You look so good, Y/nnie,” he looked in control still, but Seungmin’s beautiful voice was breathy. “I can’t believe Chan’s willing to share you with the way you look.” You moaned around his cock as you managed to hit your clit perfectly on the pillow. You could feel your orgasm building when he said, “Almost. Can I cum in your mouth, Y/nnie?” You moan again, being the only sound you could make to agree. “Don’t swallow right away, okay? Show me.”

After a few more thrusts, he pulled part of the way out and shot his load into your mouth. As soon as he pulled free, you did as he said, opening your mouth to show him his cum pooled on your tongue. He pressed a foot against your hip, stopping your movement, causing you to whine low in your throat. He just chuckled as he snapped a photo. “Swallow.” The way the word lifted up at the end almost made it sound like a request, but you knew it wasn’t. “Good girl.” You shivered at the praise. He grabbed your hands that were still on his hips and helped you to your feet.

You stood on shaky legs and had to lean into him as the pair of you walked to his room, letting him support at least part of your weight.

“You almost came on that pillow, didn’t you?” he asked, opening his bedroom door.

“Mm-hm,” you admitted. Had you been looking at him, you may have been concerned about the grin that flashed across his face at your admission.

Seungmin had you caged under him on his bed, pressing kisses to your neck, down over your collar bones, across the tops of your boobs and the valley between them. You had a tight grip on one of his shoulders, your other hand fisted into the sheets beside you, as he thrust two fingers into your pussy, his thumb pressed against your clit.

He was watching your face from the corner of his eye as his fingers sped up and he crooked them up in a ‘come here’ movement. Still riled up from the just-barely-enough friction of the throw pillow, it didn’t take long for the coil in your belly to start tightening again. You could feel yourself getting closer, rolling your hips against Seungmin’s hand.

“Ah, God. So close,” you moaned out, clenching around his fingers. Just as your orgasm started to crest over you, Seungmin quickly pulled his fingers out of you. “No,” you whined. “Minnie!”

“I was thinking about it in the car, actually,” he said casually, bringing his hand up to gently caress your belly. “I know you have Chan wrapped around every one of your fingers. I’d bet all you have to do is bat your pretty eyes at Felix and probably Hyunjin and they’ll give you whatever you want. I want to think Iyen-ah has more will to resist caving to you, but I’m sure Changbin doesn’t.” He sighed, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “You’re spoiled, aren’t you, pretty girl? All these men at your beck and call, ready to do whatever you want.”

You whined as he started kissing down your torso, kissing over your belly, then making himself comfortable between your thighs. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them spread open for himself and pressed kisses to your inner thighs, alternating sides. He sucked a bruise high on your thigh before pressing a kiss to your wet folds. He flattened his tongue against you, licking a thick stripe up, and flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue when he reached it.

He focused on your cunt, methodical, like he’d been when he’d been teasing you in the car. He kept changing what he was doing just enough that your pleasure would build, but you weren’t getting close to coming. He’d gently suck on your clit, pressing the tip of his tongue to the bundle of nerves. Then he’d move back to licking at your folds without actually penetrating you. He’d move away to kiss your thighs or lower belly for a brief moment, then dip back down again and shove his tongue into you.

Then he changed tactic and actually focused on getting you to cum. He buried his face into you, eating you out like a man starved. Your thighs started to quiver over his shoulders, pussy clenching against his tongue.

He pulled away. You kicked your legs, as much as you could, in frustration at being denied again. “Seungmin! If you don’t let me cum, I swear I’ll get up out of this bed and call anyone else to come take care of me.”

“No you won’t,” he said confidently. You groaned, slamming your head back against the pillow because you knew he was right. You wanted to cum, of course you did, but you wanted Seungmin. You huffed, annoyed, as he laughed. He came up to your eye level, pressing light, teasing kisses to your cheeks. “How about this – I promise you’ll cum before I do.”

You reached up and grabbed his face between both of your hands. “I’ll hold you to that,” you tried to sound stern but the smile on his face told you it didn’t work at all. With another huff, you tilted his face so you could properly claim his lips again. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders and let yourself get lost in the feeling of his mouth on yours.

You felt him shift above you and then you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your folds. In one smooth, steady motion, he pushed into you, bottoming out immediately. You moaned into his mouth, fingers digging into his back. He broke away from your kiss with a small, pleased smile on his face. He readjusted his hold on your hips as he steadily started thrusting into you. Then he stilled, reaching behind himself.

“Forgot about the old man’s request,” he explained, holding up his phone. You scowled at him, but he wasn’t taking a picture of your face, instead focusing the camera lens on his cock buried in your pussy.

He leaned up, setting the phone on the bedside table. Then he leaned back again, pulled out most of the way, and snapped his hips forward. You gasped out, a little shocked as it was the roughest he’d been since you got to his room. He set a fast pace, pistoning into you as you lifted a leg to wrap over his hip. You could feel your orgasm approaching again, and fast. You tried to downplay it, tried to keep your moans from getting too high pitched. But you couldn’t control the way your walls fluttered around his cock.

Seungmin chuckled when he pulled out, denying you again. He lifted the leg that you’d wrapped over his hip, pressing a kiss to your knee as he used that leg to twist your lower body so both of your legs were bent and on one side of his body.

“Okay?” he asked.

“No! I wanna cum,” you whined.

He chuckled. “I meant, are you okay here? Not uncomfortable or anything?”

“I’m okay,” you agreed, still scowling and feeling petulant.

“Good,” he smiled, leaning over you and sliding back into you.

You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss you again. As he started to thrust faster, he kept his eyes locked on your face. You weren’t sure why exactly, but something in his expression made you realize that he’d not looked away from you since you got into his apartment, with the very brief exception of when he was taking off both of your shirts. He hadn’t even closed his eyes that you were aware of. Like he needed to see your face the whole time.

The thought of that brought your orgasm just a little closer and had you clenching around him again. This time, he reached down, lifting your leg just enough that he could slide his other hand between them. Quickly, he found your clit, flicking it with the pad of his thumb in time with his thrusts. You were wary as you felt your orgasm building yet again, but this time, he didn’t stop.

You tossed your head back against the pillow, nearly screaming as you felt your orgasm crash through you, felt yourself gush around his cock. After just a few more thrusts, he stilled, coming deep inside you.

After a moment to catch your breath, he straightened your legs, bringing your one leg back to the opposite side of his body so you were laying splayed out on his bed again.

Seungmin reached over to grab his phone where’d he’d put it on his bedside table. You blew a kiss at the phone as he snapped a photo of you lying in his bed, his cum dribbling out of you. After sending it, he leaned back up to kiss you. After a moment, he broke away.

“Lemme get something to get you cleaned up, then cuddles. If you want.”

“That sounds great,” you agreed.

“I could do it.” You both looked over to Seungmin’s door to see Felix standing there, staring at you. “Clean you up, I mean. Please?” He sounded breathy, desperate almost. You wondered how long he’d been home. Seungmin turned from him to look back at you with a shrug that said, ‘sure, if you wanna’.

“Come here, Lixie,” you held a hand out to him, beckoning him closer. The smile that split his face reminded you of a kid in a candy store being told he could have anything he wanted. He wasted absolutely no time in crawling onto the bed between your legs. You giggled when he sprawled partly on Seungmin rather than waiting for the other man to move.

Felix put his hands on the inside of your thighs, pressing down lightly to keep them apart. He leaned in, first licking up Seungmin’s cum that had already dripped out of you.

Seungmin, meanwhile, got out from under Felix and sat up beside your head, reaching for his phone again. This time, rather than taking a picture, he started recording a video. You threw your head back, tangling your fingers in his hair as Felix buried his tongue in your cunt. The slurping sounds coming from him were enough to have you clenching around his tongue.

“Ah – Lix, you like that?” you panted out, after seeing that Seungmin was videoing.

“Mm-hm,” he nodded against you, not taking his tongue out of you.

“Does Minnie’s cum taste good in my pussy?”

“So good,” he moaned, the sound slightly muffled and vibrating against you. You carded your fingers into his hair, holding him against you. Not that he needed the encouragement to not move, you knew he’d happily stay with his mouth between your thighs until someone pulled him away.

So you were surprised when he did pull away from you. He crawled up your body and pressed his lips to yours. With no hesitation, he pressed the tip of his tongue to your lips and you parted them. You groaned out, fingers tightening in his hair, when you tasted the mix of yours and Seungmin’s cum that Felix pushed into your mouth on his tongue. You sucked on his tongue, swallowing back everything he’d brought up to you.

After a moment, Felix pulled back and gave you an angelic smile completely at odds with what he’d just done. Then he dropped back down to your pussy. His actions were far more purposeful now and you decided he had to have been home for a while as he was absolutely trying to get you off as quickly as possible. He, not that long ago, spent an hour lazily eating you out and knew exactly the kind of movements and pressure that would build you up quickly. He focused on your clit with his lips and tongue, sliding two fingers into your pussy and thrusting steadily.

Beside you, Seungmin just watched. “You really are spoiled, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hm,” you moaned out.

“Lucky us, getting to be the ones who spoil you.” You managed a smile up at him. He wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, lifting you up slightly so he could lean down to claim your lips. You tried to kiss him, but it felt like you mostly moaned against his lips, not that he seemed to mind.

Felix chose that time to crook his fingers, rubbing against your g spot, and suck harshly on your clit. Your hips arched off the bed, pressing into his face as your orgasm washed through you. He paused his actions, looking up at you then flicking his eyes to Seungmin.

After a moment, you’d caught your breath and said, “Minnie, I think Lix wants you to fuck him.”

A short while later, you sat on Felix’s abs and watched his face as Seungmin pushed into him. He gripped your thighs, fingers digging in enough to leave bruises, eyes rolling back on a deep groan. You leaned forward, almost laying on his chest, and peppered kisses along his jaw while he took several deep breaths, adjusting to the stretch he was feeling.

Had you thought about the position you were in, maybe you wouldn’t have been surprised. As it was, you squealed in surprised when, without warning, Seungmin thrust two fingers into you. You heard him chuckle behind you but couldn’t find the space in your mind to care right then. He thrust his fingers into you a few times before pulling out, causing you to whine.

“Well, do something about it yourself then,” he teased.

You turned to glare at him, but realized he was completely right. You sat up and scooted back, then lifted your hips, gripped Felix’s cock and sank down on him in one smooth motion. You smiled down at him as you felt his hips kick up.

Behind you, Seungmin started slowly thrusting his hips, pulling little moans from the man under you. For a moment, you were content to just watch Felix’s expressive face. Then his hips bucked up into you. “Y/nnie,” he whined.

You rolled your hips, slowly at first, matching Seungmin’s rhythm as best you could. When he picked up his speed, so did you. You loved watching Felix fall apart under you and imagined the others felt the same way about you.

Seungmin reached around you with both hands, latching onto your boobs again. He alternated rolling and pinching your nipples and you had just enough presence of mind to wonder that he was able to play with you while thrusting into Felix.

“’M close,” Felix gasped out under you, running one hand up your thigh to press his thumb to your clit. He rubbed circles against the bundle of nerves, applying just the right amount of pressure. Between all three sets of stimulation, you were coming undone quickly. As you felt your orgasm building, you were losing your rhythm on Felix, but neither of you cared. It wasn’t until Seungmin leaned forward and harshly sucked on the spot where your neck and shoulder met that you felt that coil snap and you came, clenching around Felix.

With a deep groan, he followed you, filling you with his warmth.

You dropped forward, laying on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you as, behind you, Seungmin started thrusting harder, chasing his own orgasm. You rocked against Felix’s body with every thrust from Seungmin, letting out little moans at the way Felix’s softening cock kept moving in you. After a few moments, Seungmin stilled and you felt more than heard Felix’s moan as he came inside him.

Seungmin draped himself over your back, reaching around you to grip Felix’s side. You had the fleeting thought that you all should clean up, or at least move, but decided you weren’t going to be the one to break up this cuddle. Not with the way Seungmin nuzzled his nose into the side of your neck.

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