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rik0shii · 2 days ago

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Part 2: Love in the Aftermath

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The days following the concert were suffocating.

You thought you had mastered the art of pretending, of shoving your past so deep inside that it could never crawl its way back out. But Jiyong’s presence, that single glance during his performance, had shattered everything you had built to protect yourself.

You hadn’t spoken to him in years. No messages, no late-night calls, not even an accidental run-in at the YG building. The world had built walls between you two, and you had let them stand. But now? Now it felt like those walls had been made of paper, burning at the edges from the briefest of sparks.

And then he texted you.

“Can we talk?”

The message sat there on your screen, glowing in the dimly lit studio where you were still winding down from practice. Your group was still together—2NE1 was still standing, still making music—but you had ventured into solo activities too. It wasn’t a departure, just another part of your journey. Music was in your blood, just as it was in his. You had moved on, built something new, something that didn’t revolve around him.

So why did it feel like his words could unravel all of it?

You should’ve ignored it. You should’ve deleted it, let the past stay buried. But instead, before you could second-guess yourself, you found yourself typing:

“Where?”

His answer came quickly.

“The old place.”

Your breath hitched. The café. Your café. A quiet little corner of Seoul where, years ago, love had been simple, untouched by the pressures of the industry. A place that had once been yours and his alone.

You knew going was a mistake. But you went anyway.

Familiar Faces, Unfamiliar Silence

The café was exactly as you remembered it, down to the way the warm scent of coffee clung to the air. It was quieter now, a slow afternoon, only a few people scattered across the room.

And there he was.

Jiyong sat at the corner booth, the one you used to share, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of a coffee cup. His mint-green hair fell slightly over his eyes, a soft contrast to his usual bold colors. It suited him—ethereal yet striking, like he had stepped out of a dream. And though he looked nearly the same, there was something different about him. The exhaustion in his features was new. The way his shoulders seemed to carry a weight heavier than before.

For a moment, you hesitated. You could turn around, pretend you never saw him, pretend you never answered his message. But you had come all this way, and a part of you—one you hated—wanted to hear what he had to say.

Taking a deep breath, you walked over and slid into the seat across from him.

“Hey,” you said softly.

His gaze snapped up to meet yours, and for a second, his carefully crafted mask of indifference cracked. His eyes softened, something unreadable flickering behind them. “Hey.”

Silence stretched between you, thick with years of unspoken words. You had expected him to speak first, to have some kind of prepared speech about why he had called you here. Instead, he just… stared. As if he couldn’t believe you were real, sitting in front of him again.

Finally, he exhaled, setting his cup down. “I didn’t know how to reach out before.” His voice was quieter than you remembered, lacking the effortless confidence he once carried. “But I can’t keep pretending like everything’s fine. Like we’re fine. Because we’re not, are we?”

You swallowed hard, his words hitting deeper than they should have.

“No,” you admitted. “We’re not.”

Jiyong sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’ve been thinking about us. About everything. And I—” He hesitated, then leaned forward slightly, voice lowering as if afraid of being overheard. “I regret how things ended.”

A bitter laugh escaped you before you could stop it. “Do you?”

His jaw tensed. “Yeah. I do.”

You looked away, your fingers clenching into the fabric of your jeans. “You left first, Jiyong. You were the one who walked away.”

“I know.” His voice was raw, and when you looked back at him, you saw it—the regret, the self-loathing. The years had changed him, and maybe, just maybe, he had spent them regretting the same things you had.

“I wasn’t ready,” he admitted. “I thought I was protecting us. The pressure, the rumors, YG breathing down our necks—I thought if we walked away, it would be easier. That it would hurt less.”

A sharp pain stabbed at your chest. “Did it?”

Jiyong let out a breath, his lips pressing into a thin line. “No.”

That single word felt heavier than any apology he could have given.

“I don’t know if we can fix this,” you admitted.

Jiyong nodded, as if he had already prepared himself for that answer. “I don’t either. But I’d like to try.”

You looked at him for a long time. At the man who had once been your entire world. The man who had left you in ruins. The man who was now sitting in front of you, asking for a chance to put those ruins back together.

For now, you weren’t ready to say yes.

But you weren’t ready to say no, either.

Maybe that was enough.

For now.

The Stage That Brought Us Back Together

You weren’t sure how it happened. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was just the universe playing another cruel joke.

But somehow, a month after that café meeting, Jiyong was standing backstage at your solo concert.

The idea had started as a joke—CL had offhandedly mentioned it one night when you were brainstorming surprises for your setlist. “What if you bring out a guest? Something huge?”

You had laughed it off, but later that night, as you stared at your phone, the idea wouldn’t leave your mind.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you had texted him.

“Want to surprise the world?”

His response came minutes later.

“Always.”

And now, standing behind the curtain, hearing the deafening screams of the crowd, you could feel your heart pounding. The intro to your song—the one you had written with him years ago—was playing. The audience had no idea what was about to happen.

Then, as the beat dropped, you stepped forward. And right behind you, stepping into the spotlight for the first time in years, was G-Dragon.

The crowd exploded.

Jiyong smirked slightly, his familiar stage presence slipping over him like second skin. He raised his mic, and the second his voice rang through the stadium, you felt it—this was meant to happen.

The performance was electric. Every verse, every note, every glance between you and him felt like the past and present colliding.

And then, as the final note faded, Jiyong stepped closer. His hand found your waist, and before you could even process it, his lips were on yours.

The stadium erupted.

Cameras flashed. The internet would break. But in that moment, nothing else mattered.

The Interview That Confirmed It All

Days after the performance that shook the entire industry, you and Jiyong sat side by side in an exclusive interview. The air buzzed with anticipation, cameras rolling, lights bright, and the interviewer practically beaming with excitement.

“So, let’s address the question on everyone’s mind,” she said, leaning forward with a playful grin. “The IT couple of YG—are you officially back together?”

Jiyong didn’t hesitate. He glanced at you with a smirk before turning to the interviewer. “What do you think?”

The interviewer laughed as the studio audience—handpicked VIP fans—erupted in cheers. You shook your head, suppressing a smile, but before you could say anything, Jiyong continued.

“I mean,” he shrugged, squeezing your hand where it rested on your lap, “I don’t think we ever really stopped belonging to each other. We just took a long… very long break.”

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

Jiyong smirked, leaning back in his seat. “Sounds better than ‘years of painful separation and stolen glances,’ doesn’t it?”

The interviewer gasped dramatically. “So you were keeping an eye on each other all these years?”

Your lips pressed together as heat crept up your neck. “I mean…” you hesitated, choosing your words carefully. “You don’t just forget someone like him.”

Jiyong turned to look at you, something softer in his gaze now, his thumb rubbing slow circles against the back of your hand. “I never forgot you either,” he said, voice just above a whisper, but the mic still caught it.

The interviewer sighed dramatically, clutching her chest. “I swear, this is like a K-drama playing out in real life.”

The audience laughed, but the energy in the room shifted—this wasn’t just a reunion for fan service. It was real.

“So tell us,” the interviewer continued, “how did this comeback performance even happen? Did you two plan it from the beginning?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Not at all. It started as a joke. CL suggested bringing out a huge guest, and I don’t know, I guess a part of me wanted to see if he’d say yes.”

Jiyong shot you a playful glare. “You didn’t think I would?”

You smirked. “Well, you haven’t exactly been easy to reach these past few years.”

The crowd let out an “Ooooh,” and Jiyong chuckled, rubbing his neck. “Okay, I deserved that.” Then he turned serious, his grip on your hand tightening. “But when you texted me? I didn’t even have to think about it. The answer was always yes.”

The interviewer clapped her hands together, clearly enjoying every second of this. “So what was that moment like? On stage together again, after everything?”

Jiyong exhaled, leaning back in his seat. “It was… surreal. Like nothing had changed, and yet everything had.” He turned to you again. “The moment we started performing, it felt like home.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Yeah,” you whispered. “It did.”

“And that kiss?” The interviewer gasped. “That wasn’t scripted, was it?”

You laughed, hiding your face in your hands, while Jiyong chuckled beside you. “Definitely not planned,” you admitted.

Jiyong smirked. “It just felt right. And judging by the reaction…” he gestured toward the screaming audience, “I don’t think anyone minded.”

The interviewer shook her head with a teasing smile. “Oh, trust me, no one’s complaining.” Then she leaned forward, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. “So… what happens now?”

You and Jiyong exchanged glances. It wasn’t like everything was suddenly fixed. There were still conversations to be had, wounds that time hadn’t fully healed. But for now, you knew one thing for sure.

Jiyong turned back to the interviewer, a soft smile playing at his lips. “We take it one step at a time. But this time…” he looked at you, his gaze full of quiet promises, “we take it together.”

The audience erupted into cheers, and just like that, the IT couple of YG was officially back.

You were his again, and he was also yours.

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buckysgrace · 2 days ago

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Fantasy

Steve Harrington x fem!OC

CW: Vaginal fingering, making out Just some sweet Steve :)

Steve likes to take it slow.

CW: lots of making out, fingering

Kim

She was sure that she’d get lost every time she stepped into the Harrington house. It was so large and vast, practical and impractical at the same time. Part of her still felt like an outsider, even though his parents had been more than inviting.

She had met them a few weeks ago over dinner, and they had seemed kind enough. They were still busy and tended to leave quite a bit, but she thought they had enjoyed her enough. All the stress had been for nothing.

“You kids want anything?” His mother questioned as soon as she stepped into the living room, her eyes soft as she smiled at the two of them. Kim had yet to figure his parents out, but she couldn’t judge too much. Her parents seemed to be far worse if she was being honest.

“No, we’re good,” Steve answered for her a second later, making her cheeks burn as she realized she had been far too quiet, “but thanks.” He added as he tugged Kim through the open living room, leaving her little time to examine the room again. It was interesting, different from most houses.

“Are you sure they’re okay if we’re here?” She asked as he knelt in front of the TV, setting up the movie that they had selected earlier. He had gained a sudden interest in watching movies, which Robin had blamed her for. Which she didn’t think was true.

“Why wouldn’t they be?” He said with a little laugh, his eyebrows raised softly as the sunlight trickled against his skin. She wasn’t sure what to say, unable to admit that it was odd to have parents that supported her relationships.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled underneath her breath, “Do they want to join us?” She asked as she looked over her shoulder, confirming that his mother was already gone. He smiled as he gripped her hands, tugging her forward so he could plop both of them onto the couch.

She sat next to him, sinking into the same cushion as him. The furniture was pretty and neat, but not very comfortable. But Steve was. He was really soft.

“They’re not much into movies,” he smiled as he scooted closer to her, pushing his arm over her shoulder and tugging her close, “What’s this about again?” He turned towards her, eyes lingering against her lips.

“Uh,” she paused, trying to think of the best way to explain it, “they need to find a piece of this crystal to restore it in order to bring balance to the universe. Intense stuff.” She added with a little giggle, watching as his eyebrows furrowed tightly together.

“And they’re puppets?” He asked once again, repeating what they had gone through at Family Video the other day. She nodded her head in confirmation, eyes widening for a second as he kicked her legs up on the couch. He wiggled next to her a second later, pushing them into a laying position.

“Yes,” she smiled as she sat up a little bit, confirming that he was still bewildered. “Too weird for you?” She asked, feeling a little worried as she tried to get comfortable on the stiff cushions. It was fairly clear to her that none of them sat down here very often.

“Not weird enough,” he corrected playfully, “I like odd things.” She couldn’t deny that. He hummed as he snuggled his chin into the crook of her neck, sighing deeply as he held her close.

She curled up against him, her head falling onto his shoulder as they linked their long legs together. She moved a palm across his chest, resisting the urge to place it over his heart. She liked to feel the way his heart thumped, as if there was a way to understand if it really beat for her or not.

The furniture wasn’t very comfortable despite being very expensive and very nice looking. The cushions were soft and hard at the same time, never truly letting either of them get fully comfortable. They shifted a lot, but she didn’t care as long as she continued to lay next to him.

She giggled at the feeling of his fingertips on her bare skin, goosebumps forming as he continued to dig into her flesh. His lips dragged against the crook of her neck, warm and soft as she melted into the uncomfortable cushions.

Her heart hammered roughly inside of her chest, warmth spreading through her body as his mouth traveled up towards her chin. The corners of her lips twitched gently as one of his large hands fell to her cheek, cupping her softly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he hummed, brown eyes twinkling in appreciation, “I’m so lucky.” He added, drawing out his words as he continued to admire her. It made her heart throb as she slowly shook her head, breathing in deeply.

“Thanks,” she squeaked out underneath her breath, “You’re handsome.” She added underneath her breath, speaking the truth to him. He was handsome, pretty even. His features soft and sweet.

Her insides twisted in pleasure at the softest feel of his mouth against her own. She fluttered her eyes shut softly, savoring how warm he felt against her skin. Her head fell back against the arm rest, her hands moving to his biceps.

Steve was a gentle kisser, soft and calculated. He didn’t rush and it was rare to feel his tongue flicking out against hers. Which she didn’t mind, it just wasn’t what she was used to. But she still liked it, even though it got her hot and bothered.

She moved her hands to the nape of his neck, dragging her fingers through the soft hair that rested there. He gently kissed at her lips, pecking softly as he squeezed at her chin. It felt nice, made her stomach flutter with butterflies. But he always managed to do that.

She tilted her head up towards him, kissing him a little deeper as she felt the corner of his lips tilting into a smile. He pulled back softly, making her work to feel his touch once again. She easily recognized that she was going too fast, that he wanted her to slow down. But she craved him. Badly.

Her mind felt foggy, her body turning into goo as he moved his large palm against her cheek. He felt soft and smooth, his touch sweet as he continued to drag his lips against hers. She twisted his hair around her fingertips, spreading her legs a little further so he could slide in against her.

He exhaled deeply against her lips, giving her a brief taste of bubble gum on her tongue. He never tasted like anything too intense, just slightly sweet. Nothing too overbearing, but enough that it made her crave the taste of him.

Her body began to tingle with electricity, a dire need spreading through her body as she slowly arched her hips up towards his. He chuckled softly as he moved his free hand between their bodies, pressing down on her hips to keep her still.

She stared up at him, heart hammering wildly inside of her chest as she inspected his swollen pink lips. She reached up against his cheek softly, then tightened her grip against his skin. She needed him. Now.

His skin was warm against her touch, his freckles shining on his skin as she inspected the moles on his face. She had once tried to cover all of his pretty spots with kisses, only for him to tire once she reached his chest. She thought they were cute, which only earned a little eye roll from him. But she was determined to try again. She liked how it made him flush.

“Should we go upstairs?” She asked him, face burning and out of breath as she whispered to him. She hated being the one to make the first move, but she was beginning to feel like he enjoyed it.

“Calm down,” he grinned as his lips dragged against hers softly once again, his breath hot against her skin, “there’s no rush.” He added as he grazed his teeth across her neck, making her heart hammer roughly inside of her chest.

“Your parents are here.” She squeaked out softly as she looked at him with wide eyes, watching the way his features turned to amusement. Like he was playing with her.

“We’re just kissing,” he teased as he kissed along the curve of her lips, his fingers dancing across her cheeks, “S’fine. They’re busy.” He confirmed as he pecked her lips once, then twice as he moved his hands back to her jawline.

“Just kissing?” She asked softly, giggling as he brushed his nose against her cheek. He shook his head softly, chuckling underneath his breath.

“You pervert.” He grinned as he played with her hair, making her lips part in surprise. She shook her head quickly, denying whatever he was thinking. It wasn’t like that at all, she just didn’t want to get in trouble.

“I’m not a pervert,” she defended herself in a hushed manner, her cheeks burning hotly at the accusation, “I just-,” she trailed off, unsure of where she was going with her statement. He was different in a way that he didn’t want to rush like most boys did. He liked to take things slow, something she wasn’t used to.

“Mhm,” he grinned proudly, as if he was onto something, “s’alright, I like it.” He teased as he traced his fingers across her cheek softly, movements light as if he was trying to trace the freckles on her cheeks.

“Sounds like you’re the pervert then.” She told him quickly, only to be shushed by the feeling of his mouth crashing onto hers again. She instantly melted, caving into him as his fingers dug deeper against her face.

His lips dragged against hers a little harder then, not by much, but just enough to make her croon underneath him. His free hand began to rub at her hip, squeezing as he captured her bottom lip between his teeth.

She gasped at the feeling of his teeth biting down on her flesh, a soft moan spilling free as he slipped his fingertips delicately inside the band of her skirt. Shivers erupted over her skin as he kissed at her sore lip, his hand slithering further down her skirt.

“Steve,” she whispered against his mouth, gasping as he began to press inside of her panties, “what are you doing?” She asked as she felt her eyes widening, cheeks flushing as she tried to look over her shoulder. His parents couldn’t be too far away.

“Helping you,” he mumbled as his lips continued to graze over her cheek, her jaw and then her neck. She jolted softly at the feeling, biting back a giggle as he kissed over ticklish spot, “since you’re so needy.” He teased as he brought his warm eyes back towards her, making her heart hammer against her bones.

She pressed her lips together, trying to keep from moaning as he slid his fingers across her slick folds. He groaned softly as his head fell against hers, inhaling deeply as he pressed down on her clit lightly. She jerked up against him, biting down on her bottom lip this time to keep from sighing at the sensation.

It was hard to focus with his lips across her neck, licking and sucking as he began to rub his fingers in soft circles over her clit. A little whimper slipped free from her lips this time, her hips rolling up to meet his motions.

“Shh,” he teased, smirking as he looked up at her, “just relax. I’ll take care of you.” He promised as he guided his fingertips along her slick hole, making her stomach twist in awe.

His eyes scanned her features as he slowly slid one finger inside of her, long and nimble as her walls stretched around him. She parted her lips in surprise, eyelashes fluttering as she savored the way he filled her to the brim. His fingers were nice, lengthy enough to hit the deepest spots inside of her.

She just barely adjusted around him, clit aching for more when he slid in a second finger afterwords. She bit back a whimper, rolling her hips forward softly to meet his movements. A little groan left his lips as he watched her, his own features filling with bliss as he admired her pleasure.

“Steve,” she hummed underneath her breath, chest rising as she curled her fingers into fists. She breathed in deeply, reminding herself of where she was. Of course close his parents were. She needed to be quiet, to remain calm, “I want you.” She whispered as she gave him a reassuring nod, sure that she would be able to do it. She’d been in worse situations.

His eyes twinkled with mischief as he slowly curled his fingers upwards, searching for the spot inside of her that made her go wild. Her body tingled in pleasure at the sensation, walls clamping down around him as he hovered closer to her.

He traced his lips over hers again, soothing away her moans as he began to kiss her. She lingered against his mouth, mind feeling fuzzy as he continued to slowly curl his fingers into her slick hole.

Her pulse raced as the pleasure spread through her, electricity brewing in her veins as she slowly began to rock herself over the curve of his digits. It was enough to make her eyelashes flutter, her clit throbbing as he stole the air from her lungs.

She breathed out against his lips, eyes feeling heavy as she continued to grind herself over the curve of his fingers. Each thrust made her clit ache, her cunt squeezing around the girth of his digits as he kissed her a little harder.

His fingers reached the deepest parts of her, curling deep inside of her walls as she began to rock her body against him. She felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he began to stroke her bundle of nerves, a reassuring coo leaving his lips as she whined against him.

Her lungs began to burn, craving oxygen but unable to comply. She didn’t want to stop kissing him, she needed him that badly. She savored the feeling of his mouth against hers, how sweet and gentle he felt. How he made her melt against him, like she needed to be a part of him.

Her toes curled at the intense feeling that poured over her, making her feel like she was floating high above the couch. Her mouth parted in bliss, silent moans pouring free as he continued to kiss along the curve of her lips while grinding his fingers inside of her.

“Steve,” she squeaked out as she gripped his bicep, eyebrows furrowing together tightly as she tried to keep from getting too loud. The pleasure crashed over her intensely, harshly as her muscles tightened in her stomach, “oh God.” She arched her back against him, head falling against the couch as she came.

Her walls shook around his long fingers, trembling as he coaxed her through her orgasm. Her eyes felt heavy, mind blissful as he cooed softly in her ear. She clung to him, holding onto him tightly as she fought the urge to cry out.

“Doing so good for me, honey,” he praised as he kissed her cheek softly, continuing to move his fingers softly until her body relaxed underneath him, “You did so well.” He hummed as he came to a stop, making her wiggle underneath him once again.

Her lips parted as he slowly removed his digits from her soaked cunt, her skin flushing at the sound that came from their joined bodies. He smirked as he admired the slick that coated his fingers, his lips curling into a little smirk before he slid them into his mouth.

“You’re bad, Steve Harrington.” She whispered underneath her breath, heart hammering as she watched the greedy way he licked at his own fingers. He wasn’t as kinky as she was used to, but he always loved the taste of her. Almost in a feral way.

“I am?” he grinned as he licked his fingers clean, making her face burn as he watched her, “I’m pretty sure you’re the naughty one out of the two of us.” He teased as he straightened her clothes out over her legs, sighing deeply as he rested against her.

“I’m good,” she bit her lip as she moved her hand between their bodies this time, pressing her palm against the obvious bulge in his jeans. He groaned, the cocky expression falling as he began to grind his hips against her, “poor thing. I can help you.”

He nodded eagerly, looking like he was unable to speak as he slowly rutted his hips forward. She watched the way his expression turned to pleasure, his lips parting as she began to rub against his hard cock within his pants.

“Steve?” She froze, eyes widening at the sound of his mother’s voice a few feet away, “Dinner is ready.” She yelled out in a sing-song way, sounding excited. Kim sank into the couch deeper, hoping that she couldn’t be seen.

“Now?” He whined as his expression turned towards anguish, his head snapping up to look towards his mother. Kim quickly pulled her hand away, not wanting to get caught with her hand on his crotch.

“Now,” She confirmed sternly, “don’t make that poor girl wait.” Kim could practically see her wagging her finger, just from her tone alone. It sort of made her smile though, knowing that his parents were at least a little fond of her.

“Fuck.” He whined as he dropped his head into the crook of her shoulder, pouting as he clung to her. She giggled as she held onto him, playing with the hairs against the nape of his neck. She could still feel his bulge digging into her skin, unable to be hidden away.

“Told you we should’ve hidden up in your room.” She teased in a smug way, giggling at how he whined in response.

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fandoms-x-reader · 13 hours ago

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Tall! MC

Requested Anonymously

Summary: A really tall MC and the brothers who are sort of intimidated / flustered around them + the brothers reactions to MC grabbing something for them that they couldn't reach themselves. The Seven Demon Brothers x Reader Word Count: 1,714

Lucifer was not one who got intimidated by things. He was the one who did the intimidating.

But your height was something that he had not been expecting.

The first time he saw you, he couldn’t deny the slight tint that rose to his cheeks from the feeling he had.

Because even though he would never admit it, he was intimidated.

Your height carried a certain presence with you that was hard to disregard.

He was used to being the biggest and baddest in the room but whenever you entered the room, he couldn’t help but feel like some of that power was taken from him and given to you.

He absolutely won’t tolerate being shown up by you though.

You were all at the Demon Lord’s Castle once celebrating and Lucifer had gone to grab another bottle of Demonus.

You noticed the bottle was just slightly out of his reach so you tried to be helpful and came up behind him, easily grabbing the bottle and handing it to Lucifer.

His cheeks burned bright red at the action and they only burned hotter when he heard Diavolo burst out laughing at the interaction.

He will attempt to regain his composure before giving you a good lecture on how he was the firstborn and Avatar of Pride and didn’t need any help from a human.

He only snapped because of how flustered he was at the entire scene.

Mammon will be one who constantly claims your height doesn’t intimidate him in the slightest while also getting flustered every time he saw you.

“Don’t go thinkin’ you’re better than me just cuz’ you're taller!” is a phrase you’ll often hear as he looks at you with an all too serious look despite the raging blush on his cheeks.

He’ll one-hundred percent use your height to any advantage that he can.

If there’s something Mammon can gain from a situation, you better believe he’ll be gaining it.

He’ll also spread a bunch of rumors that would help him with his “babysitting job”.

He’ll tell every demon who asks about you how you're not the “average-sized” human and how your height is a sign of how much power you have so they better not mess with you.

You noticed a lot of demons purposefully avoiding you after he started telling them those things.

Mammon hated looking weak in any situation. But, especially when it came to anything to do with you.

Mammon had taken you out shopping with his most recent model paycheck and offered to buy you anything you wanted.

After visiting multiple stores, something caught your eye on the top shelf and you asked Mammon to hand it to you.

He struggled with it for a few minutes before you decided to get it yourself, reaching from behind him to grab it.

Mammon immediately blushed as he turned around and snatched it back from you.

“Oi! What do ya’ think you’re doin’?” Mammon asked and you looked at him innocently as you replied, “It looked like you were struggling.”

“I was doin’ just fine,” he argued before deciding to abruptly end the shopping date because of how flustered he was.

Once he’s calmed down though, he’ll go back and buy you the item you wanted as a gift.

Levi had memorized the heights of all of his favorite anime and manga characters so when he heard a human was coming to the Devildom, he believed he had a rough idea of how tall you would be based on those averages.

But he was completely thrown off-guard when he saw you. He never expected you to be so uniquely different from the average human.

He was at a total loss for words the first time he saw you, your height completely shocking him.

As soon as he’s back in his room, he’s looking through his otaku haven to see if there’s any character he could compare to your height.

Levi will admit that your height can be intimidating, but he’ll, surprisingly, handle it better than some of his other brothers.

At least until you decided to grab something for him from behind him.

The two of you were having a late-night gaming session and decided to get a snack, but the one you wanted was on the top shelf.

Lucifer had put it there to hide it from Beel but Levi was also struggling to obtain it.

You grabbed it for Levi and started walking back to his room when you noticed he wasn’t following you.

He didn’t say anything, or even look at you, but you could tell he was flustered by the way his cheeks turned red as he stayed frozen in place.

Your height was something that intrigued Satan more than it intimidated him.

It was an unknown and unexpected factor that he felt like he needed to explore further.

Surely, there was some reason you were that tall that wasn’t just simply genetics.

Was it true that your height correlated with your amount of power? He might have heard a rumor from Mammon.

He won’t stop until he finds the answers to any question he has about your height.

The only time Satan would get flustered would be if you used your height to grab things for him.

The first few times you did it, the tips of Satan’s ears would turn pink as he tried to hide the blush.

But once he got used to it, he found that it was helpful for grabbing the books in the library he couldn’t reach for himself.

He also picked up on the fact that Lucifer was the most bothered whenever you would try and “help him out” and he would beg you to do it for often.

He loved the unnaturally flustered look on Lucifer’s face when you did it.

Asmo completely adored your height. He thought it suited you very well.

Not to mention, Asmo knew everything about how being tall was generally highly regarded.

Cultures all over the world associated it with power, strength, and a high social status.

So he made sure to outwardly admire it.

He might also like the intimidated feeling he got from time to time with it.

It was impressive that you could intimidate some of the most fearsome demons of the Devildom just with your height.

He won’t find it annoying or bothersome if you use your height to help him by grabbing something for him.

But, he’ll definitely be a bit flustered. It was hard to make the Avatar of Lust blush, but you had a special knack for it.

It didn’t matter if you were reaching for some make-up or hair products that he wanted or simply helping him decorate his room in places he hadn’t been able to before because of his own height.

He’ll call you cute and praise you for being able to reach something so high and would sing your praises to his brothers all of the time.

Overall, Asmo would be the happiest about your height.

Beel was the tallest of his brothers so he knew what it was like to be tall.

To have people always looking up just to be able to make eye contact and to have to duck when going through certain doors that weren’t made tall enough.

But, you were even taller than him and that in itself was impressive.

He was intimidated by your height in the sense that he wasn’t used to being around someone who was taller than him.

And you brought a certain kind of elegance with it that he hadn’t seen before.

He definitely blushed the one time you grabbed an item for him that he couldn’t reach.

You were shopping at the Devilmart and there was a specific food he wanted but it was kept out of his reach (most likely because he kept wiping the store out of their entire stock).

He was desperate for it, so you reached behind him to grab as much of it as you could before handing it to him.

He was flustered for sure, but he wasn’t nearly as insecure as some of his older brothers.

After all, what he might lack in height, he definitely made up for in strength and if he needed to prove that then he could.

He thought of your height as just another trait that was distinctive to you; and, therefore, it was just another reason they all loved you so much.

No matter what aspect it was in life, you never ceased to impress him.

It didn’t matter if you were short or tall, skinny or overweight, curvy or flat.

Belphie wasn’t one who judged his care for someone based on their appearance.

You were tall - that was a fact. Anyone with eyes could make that observation.

But, it didn’t influence how he felt about you. You couldn’t change that fact any more than he could change the fact that he was a demon.

Your height was something he hardly took into consideration until one night when you decided to use your height to help him.

He was visibly frustrated as he tried to reach a set of pillows and blankets that were on the top shelf of his and Beel’s shared closet.

Beel had stuck them up there when he cleaned their room and since he was taller than Belphie, Belphie was having a hard time retrieving them.

You were passing by their bedroom and noticed it was open. That’s when you saw Belphie struggling, so you approached from behind and grabbed the pillows and blanket for them, setting them on his bed.

Belphie let out a small gasp when he felt your presence behind him, clearly not expecting you and a rosy tint dusted his cheeks as you grabbed the items he had been wanting.

He turned to face you but avoided eye contact as he muttered a small, “Thanks.”

He was desperately trying to hide the fact that he was flustered by your interaction and you couldn’t help but find the way he was avoiding eye contact adorable.

Trying to change the subject, he invited you to take a nap with him and that was the last you heard about the whole situation.

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moriitis · 19 hours ago

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Hi!!! I love your headcanons a lot and I admire your writing so much 🩷

I was wondering, how freaky is Jeff? I love Toby's freak and that got me wondering about Jeff

thank you!

How freaky is Jeff?

Content/Warnings; mentions of blood, implied necrophilia, mentions of sex, boners, unprotected sex, nipples, kissing, porn, porn addictions, knife play, knives, murder.

Jeff would be very different compared to Toby, especially considering he lost his virginity way before he met you. So, he has some experiance. But for Jeff, every sexual experiance he's ever had went to his head, so he proclaims himself as some 'sex god' and thinks he knows the ins and outs of every man/woman. Much like Toby, most (if not all) his sex knowledge would be from porn. Such as positions, down to the way he kisses you and plays with your nipples. I think despite this big ego, deep down he actually doesn't really know how to make anyone orgasm? Most the time, it's just been by chance. He'd go in blindly, do something he saw from some porno and then when you don't react the way he expects you to, he'd be dumbfounded and just work based off your noises alone.

Jeff would be a tits guy, but nothing too big. In fact, he likes them rather small. Which is another big perk if you were a guy, because he has a huge thing for nipples. He loves having the bud between his teeth, sucking on them helplessly until they feel raw. He'd love to give out nipple play but would generally hate to receive it because it becomes too overwhelming for him.

He would absolutely be up for experimenting too. Anal? Fuck yeah and despite the odd comment here and there about how he doesn't receive it, he fucking loves anal. Both giving and receiving. Turns him into a little slut.

Which really moves me onto how much of a slut he is. Jeff, I would see, is 100% a submissive little bitch. Sure, he plays the whole dominant trait well, but deep down he loves being thrown around like nothing. Getting his hair pulled? Getting choked? He loves and craves it all, though he would never admit it. Honestly, I see Jeff being a huge bisexual who loves the ideas of threesomes so go wild.

And I would be stupid to not include the obvious knife play that comes into hand. Only, it would be hard for him to hold back from literally stabbing you. Drawing blood would make him orgasm, taking your life and fucking your dead corpse? Shit, it's a wet dream. Of course, he wouldn't do it, but he'd make the idea known. Like the idea of seeing how scared you look when he mentions it just turns him on.

Jeff can control himself in public too, he doesn't suffer with the random boners as much as Toby does and can calm himself down relatively well. (Mostly because he's too paranoid to be even thinking about sex.) His mental health would absolutely get in the way of his sex life though. He could go months without sex and then not live without it. It's in between but most of it differs depending on his mental state.

Same as Toby, Jeff has got energy. But he wouldn't go round after round, once he's spent he's done. Maybe in like twenty minutes or so, his boner will come back but like I said, it all depends on his mental state.

So, is Jeff a freak? Absolutely, but it's more toned down. Jeff will jack off whether you like it or not and nothing will stop him from doing so. After all, he's still a man and still craves pleasure. If you asked him to stop watching porn, that would be where he crosses the line though. He's an addict, especially for really fucked up porn and stopping would be like you asking him to stop killing innocent folk. Jeff isn't for everyone and being in a relationship with him would suck because he wouldn't stop his bad habits for anyone, shit, not even for himself. I would suggest a more friends with benefits type of relationship with Jeff - that's if the sex doesn't kill you.

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanons #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer creepypasta #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer

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zarasharma · 8 hours ago

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zara was confident, easy to talk to, and effortlessly charming. she never stuttered or got nervous about speaking her mind—she said exactly what she was thinking, and people seemed to appreciate her blunt yet kind nature. "you can't imagine how many surprises you haven't seen," she smirked, leaning in slightly, her voice dripping with mischief. "i even have a tattoo on my butt." she was obviously joking—there was no way she’d get a tattoo in a place she couldn't even see herself, but she enjoyed seeing his reaction. at his response, she let out a soft laugh, tilting her head playfully. "oh, thanks for that. i don't know how i'd feel if i saw a red thong on the floor or something. if it's yours, i wouldn't mind, but if it belongs to someone else..." she trailed off, flashing him a teasing grin. the banter between them was easy, natural, and honestly, she was enjoying every second of it. her expression softened slightly as the conversation shifted. "it's going to be hard telling my parents their little girl is moving away. if i do and i fail... that would be way too bad," she admitted, nodding. "they need to think their baby is top of her class as always." she joked, but deep down, she really wanted them to be proud of her. she didn’t want them worrying that she was distracted or, worse, wasting their money on university just to have fun. as he reassured her, she smiled. "i'm glad we're on the same page. finals week is sacred, and i won't even look at you during it. no temptation needed," she teased, though the smile on her lips suggested that avoiding him entirely might not be that easy. when her phone rang, she instinctively rushed to grab it, though she wasn’t exactly eager to pull away from grayson. in fact, if she didn’t know it could be her parents, she might have ignored the call altogether and kissed him instead. once she hung up, she turned to him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "you're the best," she grinned, quickly gathering her jacket, bag, and phone. "you can lock it; i have everything with me," she nodded, walking over to the door and unlocking it so they could leave. as he called her a tease, she couldn't help the smirk that formed on her lips. "i've been told that before," she admitted, before leaning in just slightly, her voice dropping into a playful whisper. "but i need to tell you one more thing... my panties tonight are pink." she winked at him, taking a step back, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "can you picture it?"

Grayson tried to keep his focus as Zara’s playful teasing hit him from every angle. There was something about her, the way she spoke, the way she carried herself—he couldn’t quite place it, but it made him feel like he was constantly on edge, trying to navigate the space between casual conversation and flirting. “You’re always full of surprises, Zara,” he said, his voice lighter than he felt. The teasing about socks and covers had him chuckling. "Yeah, don't worry, I'm too much of a neat freak to have had other girls things left behind." Whatever had happened in the past, was gone and left in the past. He couldn't remember the last time he'd invited a girl around to his. "Finals week is more important than me?" He was teasing. Finals were important. His grades meant a lot to him. His professors couldn't say anything to him because he studied whenever he had the chance too between part time work and the classes that he attended. He was studious and knew what he was talking about. "Only joking, I'm the same. I wouldn't be in this position without studying and revising. It all helps out in the end." When her phone went off, the moment was broken, but Grayson couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. The girl's annoyed whisper had him raising a brow before he realised she hopped over to his desk to answer the phone. His breath caught slightly as she picked up the phone and spoke to her mom, and when she turned back to him, the mischievous glint in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t done with him yet. He still had the mental image of how she slept running through his mind which made him bite onto his bottom lip to refrain making a comment about it as she spoke to her mom on the phone. "I guess I am," he replied, his tone teasing. He grabbed his coat from the back of his wooden chair before slipping it over his shoulders and over both of his arms. "You got everything you need before I lock this office up for the night?" He didn't want Zara accidentally leaving anything behind in his office - just in case he was in class tomorrow morning and couldn't get back to his office in time. "Also, you tease, stop explaining how you sleep to me. I couldn't stop picturing you like that the whole time you were on the phone to your mom."

#ft. grayson guitierrez

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gomzdrawfr · 4 days ago

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#IMNGONNA LOOSE MYBJFJDJSDHHS MIND #ah hem sorry lemme #i know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but today i am thinking WAY TOO FUCKING HARD on #inexperienced sugar baby Raven x inexperienced sugar daddy Price #HEAR ME THE FUCK OUT DONT LEAVE YET PLEASE pft NDJSJDHSHJS #idea is that Price gets a lil lonely and one of the lads (kyle)dragged him onto this whole sugar daddy business #price didn’t know how shit works - went out with 1 sugar baby with an obnoxious experience and said never agaib #but saw Gaz with a pretty thing and went HOW THE FUCK DIDCHU DO THAT and so Gaz helps him properly this time with star ratings and reviews #and listing what he wants and likes #Gaz refreshed the page of the website and the top row showed new members and Gaz was saying about they have no ratings yet so #dont go for them but Price immediately clicked on a profile and reading it - something about that look on her face intrigued him -l #ignoring Gaz he went with this unknown girl because the requirements and the agreements they had aligned and surely they match their vibes #q to them meeting - Raven is calm and quiet like he wanted - just a sweet thing on his side - he KNOWS shes nervous despite the calm facade #is mild entertained - gotto admit she IS cute and getting cuter by the second when they go out for dinner #so far they have not said a word other than greetings like their contract intended - though when they had a fancy dinner Raven #scooped up some food and gesture him to lower slightly so she could feed him #price’s mind jumbled a lil after that - ‘s not so bad to get fed by a pretty bird after all #and then price’s heart do a flip when she tip toe to press a chaste kiss onto his cheek and said goodnight #he’s def going to request her again next time #HEEEEYYHGR I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS IN MY HEADDDDDD #gummmyspeaks #PriceRaven #sugar au

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thebigqueer · 1 year ago

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unrelated to that rb but im thinking about it and i dont think piper liking jason was ever a forced heteronormativity thing i think she genuinely liked him

#like i relate to her so much cuz like i also like guys and even though at this point in my life im more attracted to girls ive never #considered my guy crushes as 'not knowing i was queer' i think i genuinely liked them #but also the concept of piper not dealing with her internalized amatonormativity hits sooooo hard like i didnt even think of it like that #the fact she moved on from jason so quick too. not that she needs to always feel sad for him but it had to have been like at max 4 months #which isnt to say people cant move on its just for your ex bf dying that seems so quick to me #her turning to romance again to help her problems because its just what shes always been led to believe #especially as a daughter of aphrodite.... wow many thoughts. want to put her in the microwave #in other news i totally admit as cute as her and shel are it was definitely forced as a way to 'show' she was queer #but she didnt need a girl to show she was queer she could hvae just told it honestly. not everyone who finds out theyre queer is immediatel #in a relationship and you dont always need a relationship to realize youre queer #sorry that post got me thinking about other things lol #piper mclean #riordanverse

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sugucide · 7 days ago

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two weeks.

it's been two weeks since kento has been inside of you. He's gone months, hell even years without sex before he met you and he was fine. he didn't even wish for it like most of his bachelor counterparts did.

but now that he's had a taste of you? two weeks may as well be a death sentence. which is ironic, giving the nature of this sex ban. everything you do is inviting: maybe it's just his underworked sex drive or maybe he's reverted back to his teenage years because he sure does feel like an impatient, entitled brat whenever you walk past him.

he can smell you. not the smell of your perfume you spritz on each morning. not the product in you hair. not the moisturiser you use. but you, the scent of your self, your body, the skin he's so often inhaled as he bit down between your thighs or up the column of your neck. he can smell the memories of sex, sweaty and tangled in pheromones and all things primal.

he can hear you. not your words or laughter or the way you hum absentmindedly when you're pottering around the house. he can hear that sharp little intake of breath when you accidentally, or not-so-accidentally, brush against him. he can hear that whining tinge to your voice when you tell him you won't sleep with him, that you're punishing him, as if its moreso a punishment for you than him. he can remember the way you'd moan for him, desperate and glassy eyed and oh so perfect for him as he ruins you from the inside out.

he can't take it anymore.

"two weeks is more than enough time for me to think about my actions," he tells you over dinner one night, eyes cast downwards at his plate. "...and to come up with a suitable apology."

you place your chopsticks down at his last words and look up at your husband. "oh? let's hear it then."

over the frames of his glasses, kento's eyes meet yours. "i apologise for worrying you and risking my life for my work."

you tap your fingers against the table. "and will you continue to do it?"

"yes," he admits. "it's my job, one that i do well. if i die doing it, i hope it's in place of someone who didn't sign up for it, like you."

kento reaches over the table and takes your hand. "i can't just stop being a sorcerer. that would be too selfish of me. but i do promise that i will make more of an effort to reduce my chances of getting hurt from now on: no more unnecessary risks. okay?"

though that was all you needed to hear from him, you start to wonder if lifting the sex ban was a good idea when your pent-up husband is swiping plates from the dinner table to make room for you to lay back on it. claiming he can't wait the few extra second to carry you to the bedroom, he has you stripped and laid bare on the dining room table in no time, and he's ready for his meal.

"missed her," he mumbles as he parts your legs with a strong hand and bends down to kiss once at your clit. that's about and gentlemanly as it gets, though, because soon after he's making out with your pussy like he's a virgin. no technique, no precision, nothing but unfiltered need and its so much hotter than you'd imagine it to be.

eyes locking onto yours from between your thighs, he adds two fingers and works you open. two weeks was a long time for the both of you, so he'll need to get you used to the stretch of him again. he scissors his fingers inside of you, curls them upwards to hit your g-spot and smirks like a saint when your back arches off the table in response.

"missed you ken," you ramble on as your climax nears. "missed you so much. hated doing this. love you. loveyouloveyou god i love you."

you cum hard, harder than you've cum in a long time and kento laps it up like he's never tasted anything so good. he savours your taste on his tongue like he would an aged wine, something expensive and delicious and worth keeping bottled. though he's harder than diamond and worried he'll cum in his pants if he doesn't sink inside of you soon. so he stands and undoes his belt in record time (with those lovely hands of his) and repositions you at the end of the table with his leaky cock already pressing against your wet entrance.

he leans over you and shares a kiss with you as he pushes in. he inhales the gasp you let out at the stretch and moans into your mouth as a gift in return. he pulls out almost entirely, so it's just his head nestled in your tight pussy, and then slams in again. hard.

"god kento—" you start, about to chide him for being so rough with you when you notice his face dip into your neck and the sudden warmth filling you from the inside. kento's hips stutter and he bites at the skin of your shoulder to muffle the heavy moans that ache to free themselves from his chest.

"did you just—"

"don't," he cuts you off, cock twitching inside of you with his release. he's plugging you up, keeping you full of him and his cum. "give me a minute and i'll fuck you so stupid that you forget that just happened."

"you just—"

"don't laugh."

"im not laughing! it's just, you know like our first time..."

"shut up." kento's hips pull away and then slam back into yours as he starts a brutal pace with you.

that shuts you up good.

#kento smut #kento nanami smut #kento nanami x you #nanami x you #nanami x reader #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you

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kaede-yamada · 1 day ago

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They had gone from coworkers, to friends, to lovers. while that seemed like it could have happened fast; the dynamics between them had gradually changed and molded into a way that made everything fit so naturally. It happened in a way that made Kaede feel as though it was always the right thing to do. It also made him hyper aware of their romantic situation. He didn’t it to seem like he was doing too much or want to push her away by being overwhelming. It was why he was always thinking about everything between them with consideration. he’d been through a lot the last few years but he wasn’t trying to make Layla replace anyone or fit in a mold that had been left by his late wife. He wanted Layla to always just be Layla. He wanted her to find the position that made her the most comfortable in their relationship.

“ even back then I liked those moments. It was really the only time I felt any sort of peace “ he admitted when it came to their early days of bonding. Or had felt so long ago but even when Kaede was at his worst those calm and quiet moments between them at the bar had been healing for him because it allowed Kaede to slow down and just sort of breathe. He could just talk to Layla and they got to know one another more. “ I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know what Celeste knows but Theo has been filled in on most things. “ he admitted. “ I wouldn’t want anyone to think there was a weird favoritism thing happening. But I am glad it’s out there and in the open. I have nothing to hide when it comes to us “

“ things hadn’t gone right in my life for a while. Sometimes it’s hard to break the habit” Kaede admitted again when it came to the way he approached everything. His previous thoughts of being hyper aware of everything seemed to be obvious to those around him. “ You also mean a lot to me. I don’t want to screw anything up between us. “

The words leaving his lips had felt so natural and it was because they were. It all had felt like the right moment and he wanted to make sure since the feelings had manifested that he’d reveal them when it felt the most correct. Now that it was out it was like a weight had been lifted. “ I think so. I’d love to go back home with you “ he repeated back before kissing her again. Kaede had never been one for PDA but his own confession and the kisses were proving he was coming a long way from where he’d once been @ponderosus

Layla can't think of a single thing in her life she'd put the same amount of investment in, than she had in this relationship. Completely committed to making sacrifices, exercising patience, and asses her own behavior in life purely because she wanted this to work. There was more than one element to this, beyond the two of them. There was a late marriage, and a child Layla knew had to be the main priority. Happily satiated by the soft music that echoes through the bar, she lets her hands latently run up and down the side of his forearms. "I think the bar was the only space we were ever alone together before everything happened." Until she turned up on his doorstep looking for comfort after her mother had made contact with her. "I was worried that Theo and Celeste might be concerned I was getting preferential treatment. It was probably a good idea they found out." Better to offer the truth than risk rumours and untruths circulating around the workplace.

"I know you are." Kaede often reminded her how grateful he felt, as if there was a seed of worry in the back of his brain concerned she didn't completely believe it. With a soft smile, she leans in to lean her head on his shoulder, finding warmth in the crook Kaede's neck. "But sometimes I worry you're worried that things might suddenly go wrong." Which, all things considered, was understandable. But Layla didn't want Kaede to spend the entire relationship walking on eggshells that might not even exist. "You put a lot of pressure on yourself for someone who is in their first relationship after being a widower."

When she finally hears the words repeated back to her, a weight falls off Layla's shoulders. He meant it, those three words held an equal amount of weight as the ones she offered him. "Are we finished in here? I'd very much like to take you home."

— @kaede-yamada

#layla #tw:death mention

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dazevi · 1 month ago

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baby, can i? | vi x fem!reader, fluff, smut (18+ mdni) wc: 6k

synopsis: vi guides you through your first time. | masterlist

content warnings: modern au!, tiniest mention of hockey player!vi, virgin!reader/inexperienced!reader, experienced!vi, soft top!vi, needy vi, nsfw/smut; consent is sexy!!!!!!, kissing/making out, little bit of perverted vi, soft sex, fingering and oral (r!receiving) slight overstim, bit of praise kink for both reader and vi, a little sappy tbh

note: ok wait this actually is really sappy/cheesy/whatver ummm but i hope u like it (also i might be on a writers high a little bit > got a request for bartender!vi andi am very excited to write about it)

It was all innocent at first—a movie you chose playing on the TV in Vi’s apartment, her chin resting lightly on your shoulder, her thumbs gently brushing circles against your sides, and ever so often, her lips grazing the top of your head in fleeting, soft kisses. You were tucked between her legs, your back resting against her chest, and her arms were securely wrapped around your waist possessively, not wanting you to move away from her.

You were watching the movie—or at least, you were trying to.

But Vi wasn’t making it easy.

She’d been unusually affectionate all evening, her hands sneaking under the hem of your sweater to rest directly on your skin. They weren’t wandering; she wasn’t teasing you like she sometimes did.

No, this was different.

Her fingers were just there, pressed against your stomach as if she needed to feel the warmth of you. She was quiet, which wasn’t unusual when she was in one of these soft, clingy moods, but you could feel her every breath against your back, her chest rising and falling steadily. In different minutes, she would shift slightly, her legs tensing around you as if she were adjusting, but really, you knew it was just an excuse to pull you closer.

“Comfy?” she asked after a while, her voice low and soft in your ear.

“Mhm,” you murmured back, turning your head slightly to look at her.

She only smiled.

“What?” You smiled back, a soft giggle falling from your lips.

Vi shook her head, placing a tiny kiss to your shoulder, “Nothing.”

She was so close, her face inches from yours, her eyes glinting in the flickering light of the TV. There was a small smile tugging at her lips, and when she caught you looking at her, she tilted her head, her expression softening in a way that made your heart flutter.

Vi had been head over heels for you from the start, though she’d never admit how fast it all happened.

She prided herself on being smooth, confident, and a little cocky—someone who always knew how to flirt, how to charm, how to make the girls swoon. And it worked for her, for the most part. Vi had never struggled to get attention; her charm, confidence, and maybe sometimes even her muscles, did most of the talking before she even opened her mouth.

But none of that prepared her for you.

When you first started dating, Vi tried to play it cool. She told herself she’d keep it casual, keep things easy. But then you smiled at her like she’d hung the moon, and that was it. Vi fell hard—headfirst, without a parachute—and it terrified her.

She couldn’t stop thinking about you, couldn’t stop replaying every moment you spent together like they were the best scenes in a movie she never wanted to end. Every time you laughed, her chest felt too tight, like her heart was trying to claw its way out of her ribcage just to reach you. She didn’t even realize how deep she was in until one day she caught herself thinking about you in the middle of practice, her teammates yelling her name because she’d missed the puck for the third time.

She told herself it wasn’t a big deal. People fell in love all the time, right?

Right?

And that scared her more than anything. Because Vi wasn’t used to feeling this vulnerable. She was used to being in control, to calling the shots, to knowing exactly where she stood. But with you, she felt like she was walking a tightrope, one misstep away from falling so deep she might never recover. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Because as much as you terrified her, you also made her feel alive in ways she never thought possible.

And for the first time in her life, she wasn’t afraid to admit that someone else had her completely, utterly, helplessly wrapped around their finger.

And, truth be told, you’re not exactly experienced when it came to sex.

The first time you told her, it took Vi by surprise.

She had been getting touchy one day, as she always did when she was around you, teasing you with little brushes of her fingers against your skin, her lips grazing your neck as she whispered something playful in your ear. She could sense the way you tensed up, not in a way that made her think you were uncomfortable, but… uncertain.

“I—uh, I’m not really… experienced with all this,” you had admitted, your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, eyes glancing away, as if ashamed to even say it aloud. “I’ve never… done it with someone before.”

Vi froze, her breath caught in her throat.

She hadn’t expected it—hadn’t thought that you might be nervous about something so natural to her. Vi had been with plenty of people, experienced in more ways than one, but she’d never really stopped to think about someone who was new to it all, someone who might feel hesitant or unsure. She paused, but then the softest smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she looked at you softly.

“Hey,” she said, her voice gentle as she cupped your face with her hand, guiding your gaze back to hers. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, okay? I’m not in a rush. We’ll go at your pace, baby.”

You swallowed hard, the knot in your stomach still there, but hearing her words made it feel a little easier to breathe. She didn’t judge you. She didn’t make you feel small for being inexperienced. She understood your vulnerability because, in a way, she felt it too.

“I’m really into you,” Vi had said, her voice soft but sincere. “All I care about is being with you. So, if we go slow—if you need time—then we go slow. I’m not going anywhere.”

She kept her word.

She let you set the pace, kissed you slow and gentle, her hands always asking for permission before they moved anywhere further. When you’d get nervous, when you’d pull back, she’d smile at you, brushing your hair from your face, whispering how beautiful you were, how much she liked being close to you. She was kind of shocked herself. She had the patience to listen, the kind of patience she’d never thought she’d have for anyone, but for you? She’d have it for a lifetime if you needed her to.

But god, sometimes, it was really fucking hard.

She wanted to fuck you so bad.

Vi was, above all else, just a woman—a woman with desires that had been left unchecked for far too long. Everything you did made her heart race, made her head spin. You were so fucking pretty. It was almost unbearable. Vi wanted to get lost in you, wanted to feel her lips all over your skin, wanted to explore every inch of you until she knew you as well as she knew herself.

And she respected your boundaries more than anything. She wanted you to feel safe with her, to feel cherished, to feel like there was no rush.

But god, it was hard.

Every time you turned to her and smiled that soft, shy smile, when your fingers brushed against hers so innocently, it felt like you were silently asking for more—though you weren’t. The way you looked at her sometimes, the way you held her gaze when your lips brushed against hers, made it nearly impossible to keep herself in check.

In different situations, at a party, or even just in her apartment or yours, she’d excuse herself for a moment, retreating to the bathroom or something, just to compose herself. She’d close her eyes and huff a hard and heavy sigh, shamelessly picture it all in her head until it drove her insane. Then, she’d go back to you, a bit more touchy and loving, standing even closer than before, unable to get her eyes to look away from you. She’d smile that charming smile of hers when you turn to look at her and tell you it was nothing—even though it wasn’t nothing. Not when her eyes would keep falling to your soft lips, her hands itching at her sides to touch you in places people aren’t allowed to see, and her jaw clenching at the sight of you in such a pretty dress or whatever outfit you decided to put together that day.

Vi wasn’t perfect. Sometimes, she was just someone who wanted to touch you, to hold you, to feel your body pressed against hers. Every time you looked up at her, those soft eyes that sparkled when they met hers, she couldn’t help but think how much she wanted to kiss you, to make you feel as good as you made her feel.

But she holds herself back every time. And she’s quite proud of herself, actually.

Tonight, though, something felt different.

Vi couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt it deep in her bones. It wasn’t just the heat in the room or the way the soft glow of the TV flickered against your skin. It was the how you’d been leaning into her a little more tonight, just enough for her to notice the subtle shift in your body. And it wasn’t like before, when you’d shift away slightly or look at her with wide, hesitant eyes, unsure of the closeness.

Tonight, you didn’t do that. You leaned in closer.

Vi’s heart skipped a beat as she felt the warmth of your body pressing against hers. Her breath caught, the movie fading into the background as her attention narrowed to you. To the way your body fit so perfectly against hers. Her hand, which had been lazily resting on your waist, hands underneath your sweater, now slid lower, just a little bit—no big deal, just a gentle touch—but the way you didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away, made her pulse race. You didn’t look uncomfortable.

In fact, you looked like you were… waiting. Like you wanted her to touch you more.

Vi wasn’t one to back down from anything, but she had always been patient with you. Yet tonight, she felt the urge to push those boundaries just a little. Her fingertips slid from your waist to your hip, feeling the curve of you, the warmth of your skin beneath the soft fabric of your shirt.

Your breath hitched slightly, but you still didn’t pull away. Instead, your back arched just enough for her to notice, and your eyes flickered up to meet hers. That same shy smile of yours tugged at her heartstrings.

You didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Vi could swear there was something more in your gaze—something that matched the heat she felt rising inside her.

She could feel her chest tighten with as thoughts of you—only you—filled her mind.

She wanted you. So badly.

Her breath came out in soft, breathless whimpers, and your name—your sweet, simple name—fell from her lips like a prayer.

“Baby…” she whispered against you, closing her eyes and letting out soft sigh.

It was so desperate, so soft.

There was no mistaking the need in her voice, the way her breath quickened, the raw hunger she was trying so hard to control, to be gentle with you, but it was obvious to you now that she was practically using every bone in her body to stay patient.

You could feel it in every inch of her, in the way her hands trembled just slightly, in the way her breath hitched as shelingered just out of reach of the place you both knew she desperately wanted to touch.

She dropped her head to your shoulder, her forehead resting gently against the soft curve of your neck as if she was trying to hide her feelings, to keep herself under control, but you could feel it in the way her body tensed, in the way her hands hovered close to you, shaking with the effort of keeping her restraint. She was trying so hard to stay composed, to be gentle, but it was clear she was on the edge, barely holding it together.

She wanted you. Needed you. And her restraint was slipping away with every passing second.

“Vi…”

At the sound of your voice, so soft and gentle, Vi’s gaze snapped up to meet yours. Her eyes were wide, waiting, like she’d been waiting for this moment, for you to say something—anything—to pull her back in. She looked almost like a puppy, the look on her face soft and eager, her lips slightly parted as if she were holding her breath, waiting for you to speak again.

She searched your eyes desperately, wanting to know what you were thinking, what you wanted, because nothing else mattered more.

“I’m here,” she breathed out, her voice barely more than a whisper.

She wanted you to know she was all in—her mind, her body, her heart. She was yours. And in that moment, it felt like nothing could tear her away from you.

“What do you need, baby?” she asked, the words falling from her lips desperately. “Tell me… please.”

Vi’s breath caught in her throat the moment you turned to face her, your eyes locking with hers as if everything else in the room disappeared. The movie was long forgotten by now and for a split second, Vi forgot how to breathe. God, you were so fucking pretty. She couldn’t help but melt as you reached up to gently brush a strand of her hair from her face.

She swallowed hard, fighting the urge to let out a shaky breath as you leaned in, your lips brushing against hers in the softest kiss she’d ever felt. It was sweet, but there was something more beneath it—something deeper.

You pulled away just enough for Vi to feel the coldness of the space left between you, and she immediately chased after your lips like a starved thing, her breath coming quicker, hands gripping your waist. Every inch of her body begged for you, aching to feel you pressed against her, to get closer, to melt into you until nothing else existed. She wanted more—needed more.

And then, your voice, soft and quiet, broke through the haze of her thoughts.

“I want you, Vi…” you whispered.

Your words were soft, almost shy, but they sent a wave of heat crashing through Vi’s chest. Her breath hitched at the sound of your voice, her heart racing even faster.

It was all she needed to hear.

She was lost in you, in the way you made her feel. She melted against you, her hands roaming up your sides, pulling you closer, her lips finding yours once again. This time, it was deeper, needier. She wanted you, more than she’d ever wanted anyone before. Every kiss, every touch, felt like it was both too much and not enough. Vi pulled you closer into her lap, her arms wrapping around you tightly as if she never wanted to let go.

“Fuck,” she whispered, voice shaky, a low groan escaping her throat as she pulled you even closer, her hands cupping the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

You could feel it—the heat building low in your stomach, the wetness pooling in your panties, spreading through your body in waves with every touch of Vi’s hands on your skin. Her grip was firm, her fingers tracing the curve of your waist like she was trying to memorize you. You gasped softly as she shifted you higher in her arms. It was impossible not to react to her—the way she looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world, the way her voice dropped low and raspy when she whispered your name.

Vi couldn’t focus on anything else but you—your soft breath against her lips, your body pressed so close to hers, the way your fingers brushed against her skin. The movie was nothing but background noise now, and all she could think about how you felt, how you tasted, and how much she wanted you.

Without even realizing what she was doing, Vi pulled you closer, your legs straddling her waist. She could feel the weight of your body, the warmth of your skin, and the softness of your touch. You were everything she wanted and more, and Vi’s breath caught as she watched your eyes flicker with the same heat, the same desire that had been building for what felt like forever.

“Need you…” she whimpered, her voice low and needy, her hands already moving to settle more firmly around your waist.

She didn’t give you a moment to think before she stood up, lifting you with ease, her strong arms, muscles flexing, supporting you as if you weighed nothing, as if she’d done this a thousand times before.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around her waist, your arms around her neck, and the heat of your body pressed against hers, the way you fit perfectly, like you were made to be in her arms. She could feel your pulse against her chest, your body trembling just slightly as she carried you through her apartment, heading toward the one place that she knew would be safe—her bedroom.

Vi’s hands moved carefully as she gently laid you down against her bed, her touch lingering on your waist for just a moment longer than necessary. Her body hovered over yours, but she didn’t lean in right away. She paused instead, pulling back slightly to look at you. And god, the way she looked at you—it was like nothing else existed in the world except for you.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks under her gaze, her eyes roaming your face. Vi wasn’t in a rush now, even if her body ached for you. She could feel her heart pounding, her breath uneven as she just… stared. You looked so fucking pretty, she thought, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Her hands moved absently as she tugged at the hem of her own shirt, a random band tee she got on one of her birthdays, pulling it off in one quick motion and tossing it to the side without a second thought. Her toned body caught your attention immediately, and you felt your breath hitch as your eyes lingered on the taut muscles of her arms and the faint scars across her torso. But Vi didn’t even notice… not when her focus was entirely on you. She leaned back slightly, giving herself just enough room to drink you in.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, like the words weren’t meant for you to hear but spilled out anyway.

She reached for you again, her hands sliding over your waist as her thumbs brushed over your hips, thumbs tugging slightly on your shorts. Her mind was spinning, her heart hammering in her chest as she hovered over you. The reality of the moment hit her hard, making her stomach flip over and over.

Is this really happening? she thought, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on either side of your waist. Her throat tightened as she struggled to process it all. You’re really going to let me do this? You’re really trusting me like this?

She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning as her eyes roamed over your face. You were looking up at her with so much trust, and it was almost too much for her. Her chest ached in the best way, and a nervous, breathless laugh almost bubbled out of her throat. Vi was confident—she always had been—but this? This was something else entirely. This was someone she adored more than she could put into words, giving her something so special, so intimate, that she started to question if she even deserved it.

What did I do to deserve this? she thought, her mind racing. What did I do to deserve her?

Her palms grew clammy, nervous, and for a split second, she wondered if she was going to pass out from sheer excitement. Her head was spinning with a thousand thoughts—how to take her time, how to make it perfect, how to make sure you felt as loved and cherished as you deserved, as you made her feel.

“Vi,” you whispered softly, and she blinked, her trance breaking for just a moment as her eyes locked with yours.

Your breath caught as you reached up, your fingers gently brushing against her cheek. And as she dipped her head down, her lips brushing against yours in the softest kiss, you knew you were ready.

Vi’s fingers trembled slightly as they toyed with the hem of your shirt as she pulled back from the kiss for a moment. Her eyes darted between yours and the fabric she was clutching, her lips parted as though she was trying to find the right words.

Finally, she managed to ask, her voice low and almost shy, “Can I take this off?”

The eagerness in your nod made her breath hitch, and a soft, breathless laugh escaped her lips, sounding almost disbelieving.

“Okay,” she muttered under her breath, her cheeks pink and her grin wide as she tugged at your shirt gently, pulling it over your head.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, her voice almost reverent as her hands came to rest gently on your waist again.

And she… stared again. Here eyes traced every curve and dip of your exposed skin. Her lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. You blushed hard as the seconds pass, squirming slightly under her gaze, biting your lip as you glanced away, feeling shy.

“Vi… Stop looking at me like that,” you mumbled, your voice soft, barely above a whisper, but Vi didn’t listen.

Instead, she laughed, lie and warm, and dropped her head to your shoulder. Her strong arms wrapped around your waist as she held you close, her breath warm against your skin.

“Sorry, baby… Can you blame me?” she murmured, her breath tickling your neck as she continued, “I’ve got the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen… looking up at me… waiting for me…”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile, even as you playfully shoved at her shoulder.

“Shut up,” you teased, though your voice betrayed the way your heart fluttered in your chest.

She smiled cheekily and lifted her head just enough to press a quick kiss to your neck, her lips lingering for a second longer than necessary. Her hands moved with softly as they slipped to the waistband of your shorts, her fingers brushing against your skin so lightly it sent shivers up your spine. She paused for a moment, as if giving you the chance to stop her, her gaze flickering back up to meet yours.

When you didn’t protest, only nodding softly with a nervous but eager look in your eyes, Vi let out a small, breathy laugh, the sound filled with both excitement and disbelief.

“Wanna make you feel good,” she murmured, more to herself than to you, and then she began to tug your shorts down your legs slowly.

Her calloused fingers grazed against the soft skin of your thighs as she worked them down. She didn’t rush, like she wanted to savor the moment, the sight of you beneath her, the way your breath hitched every time her fingers skimmed too close. She let the fabric fall to the floor before leaning back slightly, taking you in with wide, almost awestruck eyes.

“Perfect,” she whispered, her voice low and thick with emotion. Her hands rested on your knees, gently spreading them apart just enough for her to slip between your legs.

Her breath hitched as her eyes lingered on the damp spot on your panties. Her lips parted slightly, her tongue brushing over them. Her hands trembled just a little as she reached up, fingers grazing the straps of your bra.

“Let me,” she murmured, her voice low and soft.

You nodded, cheeks flushing as Vi carefully unhooked your bra and helped slide it off your shoulders. She tossed it aside, but her focus stayed entirely on you. Her gaze roamed over your tits, her hands smoothing up your sides. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your chest, then another lower, and another, her lips trailing down the valley between your breasts.

“My beautiful girl,” she whispered against your skin, her voice filled with awe and something deeper—something that made your heart race. Her kisses became firmer, needier, and you felt her nose nuzzle against the swell of your tits as she breathed you in, the pads of her thumbs softly rolling over your hard nipples.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh, your fingers threading through her short pink hair as her mouth moved lower, leaving hickeys as she went. Vi looked up at you briefly, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted as though she was about to say something. But instead, she simply smiled—soft and a little smug—and leaned back in, pressing another kiss to your lips that made your toes curl.

Vi’s voice was barely above a whisper, soft and warm against your skin as her fingers toyed with the hem of your panties.

“Can I?” she asked, her thumbs hooked around the waistband, tugging gently, as though she was testing your reaction before going any further.

Her gaze flicked up to meet yours, her blue eyes searching, waiting for your answer. You nodded slowly, the movement almost shy, and Vi let out a soft, shaky breath, her lips curving into the faintest smile.

“Yeah?” she asked, her voice breaking slightly.

“Yes, please…”

She smiled and hummed, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. Her fingers moved carefully, sliding your panties down your hips and over your legs, and the moment they were gone, she tossed them aside, her eyes never leaving you.

“I love you…” she murmured so quietly as she leaned back in, her hands settling on your thighs, pushing them apart to get a better look at your pussy. “So pretty…”

She pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, her lips lingering, her breath warm against your skin. Her hands, strong but gentle, rested on your knees as she eased them further apart, creating even more space for herself.

Her lips lingered just above your skin, her warm breath fanning against you as she whispered, “You’ll tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

You looked down at her, her face framed by the dim light filtering in, her pink hair tousled and her eyes staring with need and want, waiting for permission.

“I will,” you murmured, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat. Your fingers instinctively moved to thread through her hair, pulling her just a little closer. “I trust you, Vi.”

Vi smiled softly at your words, and the sight made your chest tighten.

“That’s my girl,” she whispered, her lips brushing your skin again, and then she kissed you, slow and deep, as her hands moved to hold your thighs, her thumbs tracing lazy circles over your skin.

Her breath hitched as her fingers dipped lower, finally brushing against the wetness that had been teasing her imagination all night. When she felt just how slick you were, her chest rose and fell with a shuddering sigh, her lips parting in awe.

“Fuck…” she whispered, her voice breaking softly as she let the sensation sink in.

Her forehead rested briefly against your thigh, and you could feel the way her breath trembled, betraying just how much she’d been holding back. You squirmed beneath her touch, your breath catching at the slow pressure of her fingers as she explored you. She looked up at you then, her eyes heavy-lidded.

“You’re so wet,” she whispered.

Her fingers teased along your folds, and when she finally slid one inside, the quiet, shaky groan that escaped her lips sent a jolt of heat through you. Your soft moan filled the room, and it sent a shiver straight down Vi’s spine. The way you reacted to her touch, the way your body seemed to move with hers—it was intoxicating. She couldn’t stop herself from curling her finger inside of your pussy, and the sound you made in response nearly undid her completely.

“Tell me how it feels,” she said softly, her eyes searching yours as her finger moved slowly, her thumb grazing over your skin. “I wanna know… everything.”

Your voice came out in a shaky breath, soft and airy as you tried to keep up with the overwhelming sensations.

“F-feels good, Vi—” you managed to whisper, your hands gripping at the sheets beneath you.

Vi’s breath hitched at your words, a flicker of pride and hunger lighting in her chest. She wanted to do good. For you. She paused only for a moment, her eyes never leaving your face as she carefully added another finger. The stretch was new, different, and it made you gasp sharply, your body tensing for just a second before melting into her bedsheets.

“Yeah?” Vi asked, her voice low and raspier now, almost shaking with how much she wanted to do this right, to make you feel good.

Her lips brush over the soft skin of your inner thigh as she fucked her fingers deeper into your pussy, curling just right. Your moans spilled out, filling the room, and Vi felt her entire body tremble with excitement.

“God, you’re so tight,” she groaned, her movements growing a little more confident as she found a pace that made your hips buck and your head fall back.

She quickened her pace, completely entranced by you. The way your face twisted in pleasure—cheeks flushed, mouth parted with those soft moans—sent a bolt of heat straight through her. She couldn’t look away.

She whimpered softly as her thumb circled your clit, drawing a sharp gasp from you that sent a wave of pride through her. But what really did her in was how fucking wet you were, the way it coated her fingers, the lewd squelching sounds filling the room with every thrust. Her mouth went dry, and her stomach flipped as she watched her fingers disappear inside you over and over again.

“Oh, fuck,” Vi murmured, her voice husky and low, almost as if she were talking to herself. “You’re so—so wet… baby, I—”

She cut herself off with a groan, unable to even form a coherent sentence, too lost in how good you felt clenching around her fingers. Her thumb pressed harder against your clit, rubbing slow circles that had your back arching and your hands clawing at the sheets.

You looked so fucking pretty, it made her head spin.

Vi’s breath was shaky as she moved her fingers faster, desperate to pull you over the edge. Her thumb never faltered, pressing and circling your clit with just the right pressure.

She leaned closer, her forehead brushing yours, her voice soft but needy as she whimpered, “Tell me how good it feels, baby. Please… I need to hear you.”

Your moans spilled from your lips like music to her ears. She couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t slow down—not when she felt the way your wet pussy fluttered around her fingers, not when she could see how close you were.

“It’s so good, Vi—oh my god, it feels so good,” you managed to gasp, your voice breaking as your hips bucked against her hand.

Her focus entirely fixated on you, on the way your body responded to her touch. Her biceps flexed with every thrust into your pussy, the veins in her arms standing out as she poured herself into the task of making you fall apart. She groaned softly as she watched her fingers disappear into you, only to reappear glistening and slick before plunging back inside. The sound of it—the wet squelch—had her nearly delirious.

“So fucking pretty like this, baby.”

Her pace quickened, her fingers curling with precision, hitting that spot that had your back arching off the mattress. Your moans grew louder, less controlled, and Vi swore she could feel your body trembling as your thighs quivered against her.

“V-Vi! I-I’m gonna… cum! Gonna cum—“

“That’s it, pretty girl,” she rasped, her lips parted as she leaned closer, her forehead brushing against your stomach. She looked up briefly, her eyes dark as she took in the sight of you. “You’re so close—I can feel it. Cum for me, yeah? Please, I need to feel you.”

And then it happened.

Your body arched, your moans spilling out in broken cries as you clenched tightly around her fingers. Vi groaned loudly, the sound guttural and needy, as she felt you come undone around her. But she didn’t stop—not yet. Her fingers kept moving, her thumb circling your clit as she worked you through every wave of pleasure, desperate to draw it out for as long as she could.

“Fuck, that’s it,” she whispered, her voice shaky and reverent. “You’re so good for me, baby. So, so good.”

Vi let out a breath, a soft sigh of disbelief, as she pulled her fingers from you slowly after she let you ride out your high, her gaze never leaving your face. Her fingers were glistening with your cum, and she couldn’t help but stare in awe. The way you looked—completely undone, lost in pleasure—had her feeling like she was floating, the reality of what had just happened still sinking in.

Blue eyes traced the curve of your body, watching the way your skin glistened with sweat. She couldn’t help it—her mind blanked, a single thought echoing through her: God, she’s so fucking pretty. She was overwhelmed, feeling like she could never get enough of you, of the way your body responded to her, how perfect you were in her eyes, like you were made just for this. Every movement, every little breath, it was all just… mesmerizing.

She brought her fingers up and slid slowly them into her mouth, her gaze never leaving you as she savored the taste of you on her tongue. Oh, fuck! She needed more. Without thinking, her hands moved quickly, spreading your thighs further apart and her voice came out in a soft, needy whisper.

“Gotta taste you… just real quick,” she murmured so quietly, you barely heard it.

A gasp escaped your lips before you could process anything else, your body already reacting before your mind caught up. Instinctively, your fingers tangled in the strands of Vi’s pink hair, pulling hard, making her groan right into your wet pussy.

This was when you learned that Violet was a messy eater.

Her tongue pressed against folds, inside of you, occasionally sucking around your clit, the feeling of her mouth, wet and needy, sent a shiver through you. You couldn’t help but notice how she lost herself, her sounds louder and messier than you’d expected—like she was devouring you. She slurped everything up and you could feel yourself dripping and soaking her bedsheets beneath you.

God, her tongue felt so fucking good. It was almost too good. Fuck, she’s so good at this.

“V-Vi—” you cried out, your voice trembling, but she didn’t seem to hear you.

You tugged at her hair to let her know you were close, that you were going to cum again, and she didn’t slow down. If anything, it only spurred her on, her mouth sucking and slurping more and more, faster and harder. You cried out, the tension building in your lower body, and before you could even process it, she quickened her pace, her hands shifting from your thighs to intertwine with yours. The way she gripped your hand made you feel like she was holding you in place, ensuring you couldn’t pull away, even if you tried.

“I-I’m cumming again—Fuck—Vi-Violet!”

With a final gasp, your body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing over you. The wave hit you all at once, and you came right on her tongue, your breath ragged, moans slipping from your lips uncontrollably. Vi held you through it, her grip on your hand tightening, her tongue slowing down on your pussy.

After a while, she finally lifted her head up and looked at you, her eyes half-lidded and hazy with exhaustion, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. Her face was flushed, her skin slick with sweat, and her chin glistened with your cum, like she was wearing it with pride.

She moved slowly, her lips trailing up your body. Her kisses were gentle at first, but the further she traveled, the more urgent they became, each one pressing deeper against your skin, right over each mark and hickey are left behind earlier. She kissed your stomach, your ribs, each kiss a little firmer, a little more hungry, until she reached your chest, her breath mingling with the heat of your skin.

When she finally reached your neck, she paused, her breath shaky against your skin, and you felt the faintest tremor under her fingertips. Then, without warning, she was kissing you again, her lips pressing against yours with a hunger that mirrored the one she’d just left between your legs, whimpering and moaning right into your mouth. You could taste yourself on her lips, a faint sweetness that made your pulse quicken all over again.

When the kiss broke, both of you were breathless, your lips swollen and tingling. Vi pulled back slightly, her eyes heavy-lidded, a soft smile playing on her lips as she gazed down at you.

“I love you,” she said.

You barely caught your breath, the lingering aftershocks from everything that had just passed through your body.

“I love you, too,” you managed to say, the words coming out breathlessly.

Her smile softened, her gaze melting into something tender as she stared down at you.

She bit her lower lip nervously before asking, “Did I do okay?”

You couldn’t help but smile lovingly at her, your heart swelling with affection. Without a word, your hands reached up to brush the mess of pink hair from her face, the softness of the gesture grounding you both in the moment. Her hair was tangled, strands sticking to her skin, but she was beautiful—more than beautiful, especially in this moment where everything felt real and raw.

“It felt… so good, Violet… You were perfect,” you whispered.

She held your gaze, her eyes flickering relief and pride. You leaned up slightly, brushing your lips against her forehead in a tender kiss, as if to reinforce what you’d just said. Perfect. In every way.

Vi’s lips curled into a smug, satisfied smile as she heard you, and you couldn’t help but notice the gleam in her eyes—proud, almost playful, like she knew exactly what she had just done to you. Without missing a beat, she leaned down, pressing soft, teasing kisses along your neck. She let herself collapse on top of you, her body heavy and warm, her muscles wrapping around you firmly. She nuzzled her face into your neck, her breath warm against your skin, close to your ear.

“I… I’m gonna let you rest, but…” Her voice was quiet, almost shy. She paused, just for a moment, before continuing, her words sending a thrill through you, “I wanna go again...“

You looked up at her, eyes widening slightly as you tried to catch your breath. Your arms wrapped around her loosely around her neck, your fingers brushing the hairs at the back of her head. Vi sighed at the feeling, closing her eyes for a brief moment before opening them again to look at you, to plead with her eyes.

“Can we?”

That playful, confident side of her was back again, and you knew then, with absolute certainty, that you were in for a very long night.

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seonghwaddict · 10 months ago

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save a horse, ride your best friend — song mingi

in which your best friend can’t believe you’ve never ridden a dick before, so he takes it upon himself to teach you.

best friend!song mingi x fem!reader. requested by anon. genre. slight fluff. smut. best friends to friends with benefits. warnings. explicit sexual content mdni, inexperienced!reader, thigh riding, fingering, use of a dildo, big dick!mingi, multiple orgasms, unprotected, creampie, swearing, nicknames (baby, angel, pretty). wc. 4k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. this was requested a while ago but i’ve been putting it off because… i’ve never written anything about toys being used so uh, i was worried about the pacing and stuff. i wasn’t sure if you meant for them to be in an established relationship, so i went for the fwb route. IMPORTANT!!!! i lost access to my google account bc of a stupid mistake, if you sent in a request through my google form and would still like me to see it, please send it as an ask <33 i remember a few of them, but do send yours in just in case!!

listening to. need to know, doja cat // if u think i’m pretty, artemas // moonlight, kali uchis

masterlist.

it was a regular saturday evening. you were on a video call with your best friend, mingi, talking about anything that came to mind as you each ate a bowl of ramen as if you were really in the same room. he really only lived a couple buildings away, a two minute walk at most, but actually joining you in your apartment didn’t cross his mind until something interesting was brought up.

you weren’t sure what led to the conversation, but somehow it steered into the direction of something less innocent as you found yourself talking about an embarrassing date you’d gone on a while ago. recounting the story, laughing together, soon turned into a conversation about what each of you like in bed.

“oh, it’s just amazing,” mingi laughed as he gulped down a mouthful of water, momentarily pausing his rambling about how much he loves it when someone rides his dick. he ran a his hand through his short, washed-out pink hair, “honestly, my favourite thing ever since it probably feels just as good for whoever is, y’know, riding.”

based on everything he’s said so far, you came to the conclusion that he was more into giving than receiving, that he got off on seeing all the pleasure he can give his partner. so, it made sense he’d choose to mention the fact that riding him would feel good. not that you would know.

“can i admit something?”

he looked up from his bowl, sharp eyes looking almost hopeful as he nodded.

you looked around your kitchen jokingly, pretending to make sure no one sense was listened as you leaned closer a whispered, your hand cupping the side of your mouth.

“i’ve never done that before.”

his jaw dropped at that, letting out a small laugh. “you’re kidding.”

“no, really,” you insisted, going back to eating casually as if you were having the most normal conversation in the world with your best friend, “i really haven’t done… much, so i can’t confirm or deny your theory.”

“huh.” he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he thought for a moment. his head tilted and it was then that you felt how warm your cheeks felt, how your thighs were pressed together under the counter. of course, he was well aware of the fact that you had much less experience than him, only knowing about two people you had slept with. but damn. he clicked his tongue and shook his head ever so slightly. “that won’t do.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your mouth to ask him what he had meant by that. he beat you to it before you could get a word out.

“i can… teach you, if you want?”

you blinked at your screen, resting your wrist on your countertop and gripping your chopsticks a little too hard. a silence followed his offer, though it wasn’t awkward. in fact, he could see you genuinely considering it as you thought it over. eventually, you gave him a tiny nod.

“i mean,” you shrugged, shifting your eyes away shyly, “sure, i guess. why not?”

he grinned, trying to hide it as he shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and shoved his bowl aside. he chewed, swallowed then got up and made sure to bring his phone with him. you recognised his hallways then bedroom as he walked through his apartment. “i’ll be there in like 15, i need to buy something on the way. just wait there, and where something comfortable and… um, accessible.”

you nodded, despite your confusion, and he hung up. accessible? you looked down at your clothing—or rather, lack thereof. since you were home and not expecting anyone, you’d settled on wearing just a shirt you stole from mingi that was too large for him and much larger for you, and panties. you lifted the hem of the worn shirt, assessing how much of your dignity you’d lose if he saw your pink hello kitty undergarments that you only wore if you were doing laundry.

you could already hear him giggling at the sight.

groaning and cursing under your breath, you dropped the shirt and sped to your bedroom to dig through your closet in hopes of finding something a little more appealing. after making a mess of one of your closet’s drawers, you finally pulled out a pair of less offensive panties. they were made of soft cotton; a muted light blue with thin white lace trim, the cut shaped more like a bikini than what you call your grandma underwear.

deciding they were flattering enough, you slipped off your hello kitty pair—ignoring the embarrassing amount of wetness creating a wet patch right where it was pressed against your core—and replaced it with the new pair. as you untwisted the waistband and adjusted it to fit properly, your doorbell rang and you froze on the spot before pulling yourself together and heading to open the door.

the walk to the door felt abnormally long as you stumbled over on wobbly knees. admittedly, you were a little nervous. sure, there have been times where you wanted to do some more than friendly activities with mingi, but you never actually thought it was happen. yet here you were, opening the door for him so he could come in and show you what being a cowgirl feels like.

“hey,” he greeted you softly, stepping into your home and closing the door behind him. you noticed a small plastic bag in his hand, eying it curiously as you watched him kick off his shoes and hang up his coat. once that was of the way, he took one of your hands in your free one and pulled you to where he knew your bedroom was.

once there, he set the bag down on your bedside table and dragged you to stand between his knees as he took a seat on the edge of your bed. he looked you over, lingering on the familiar t-shirt.

“so you’re the one that took this shirt, huh?” he quirked an eyebrow, glancing up at you as he released your hand and brought both of his to your hips. his thumbs caressed the curve of your waist over the shirt. “it was my favourite.”

you laughed softly, “clearly you didn’t care enough if i was able to keep it for three years without you noticing.”

“you little thief.” his nose scrunched as he glared at you jokingly, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“if you really want it back, you can always take it.”

“nah, it’s fine, keep it. it looks cuter on you anyway.” he took a breath and gave you another once over, humming appreciatively when he moved his hands up higher, dragging the shirt with it until he caught a glimpse of your panties. you tensed, caught off guard by how close he felt. “i need you to relax a little, how about i help you loosen up, yeah?”

you nodded, averting your gaze but returning it to him when you felt him pull you onto his lap. he slotted one of his legs between yours, easing you down to straddle his thigh. his hands ran up and down your sides and few times before resting on your bare thighs, your breath stuttered and he held back a smile.

“are you still okay with this?” he asked quietly, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his your shirt. “if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me and i’ll stop immediately and we can just watch a movie or something, okay?” when you only nodded, he continued, “i need you to say it, please.”

“i’m okay with this,” you muttered in return, resting you hands on his biceps, “and i’ll let you know if i need you to stop.”

“good, now…” without waiting any longer, he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck, his hands slowly beginning to rock you back and forth on his lap.

you sucked in a sharp breath and clung into his arms a little tighter, your stomach fluttering at the feeling of your clothed cunt on his firm thigh, your panties dragging against your clit with ease thanks to how wet you already were. he lifted you slightly as he pulled you towards him, pushing you down as he pushed, the varying pressure making your lips part in a soft whimper. he nearly groaned at the sound, moving his lips right below your ear.

“you know,” he rasped between the licks and kisses, “i can’t deny that i’ve wanted to fuck you for a long, long time now.”

“r-really?”

mingi chuckled as he pulled back to look at your face, half surprised and half needy. he noticed that if he relaxed his hands, you’d continue grinding against his thigh.

“yeah, really. i mean, look at you,” he glanced down, one of his hands lifting the hem of your shirt to watch you ride his thigh slowly, a dark wet patch forming right where your leaking pussy sat. he bit his lip, “you look so perfect… and i bet you’d feel perfect, too.”

you nearly whined at that, fucking yourself on his thigh just a little faster as he sucked a dark mark right above your collarbone before returning to mutter dirty words into your ear.

“i know practically everything about you and your cute little body, you know. better than anyone else,” one of his hands inched it’s way up your thighs, brushing against the edge of your panties, “i’ll make you feel so good, angel, i promise.”

“mingi?” you whimpered, prompting him to lean back a little to look at you with a curious tilt of his head and a raised brow. “if you don’t shut up and kiss me right now, i might lose my mind so… please.”

his beautifully plump lips stretched into a smile as he wasted no time in practically pouncing forward and smashing his lips against yours. it started a little slow as you got acquainted with each other, despite the fact you could feel a nearing orgasm as a knot in your stomach drew tighter with each roll of your hips, but soon the kiss turned hungry.

he groaned into your mouth as you let his tongue explore, making you let out a quiet moan. mingi knew he wouldn’t be able to kiss anyone ever again. you, his best friend of all people, had the most inviting lips he’s ever felt. so inviting, so perfect and so soft. he thought everything about was soft. his hand slipped just under the edge of your panties as his other one made your grinds slow down.

you didn’t mind the slow pace, knowing just a few more rocks of your hips would have you tipping over the edge. but he evidently had other plans as he finally made your hips still completely. you pulled away from his lips with a pout. if you were trying to make him feel bad, it backfired terribly.

all he could think of as he looks at your swollen, red, wet, pouty lips is how much prettier they’d look wrapped around his cock. but he could save that for another time.

“there’s no need to rush, baby,” he chuckled, wiping some saliva away from your bottom lip.

eventually, when he was sure you had calmed down enough, he lifted you off his lap a little and turned to lay you down on your back, pressed against the comfortable mattress as he kneeled on the edge. he gripped your knees and bent them, pushing them closer to your chest with his eyes zeroed in on where your slick was leaking through your panties.

with one hand keeping your knees together and elevated, he ran his other over the fabric, pressing down on where he knew your clot would be and elicit a sweet little moan as you squirmed beneath him. he thought you were so cute like this, you looked so flustered as he gave you nothing but featherlight touches where you needed him most. for now.

“don’t get all shy on me now,” he cooed as he glanced up and noticed you covering your face with your hands, “let me see you, pretty.”

he didn’t continue his touches until you finally removed your hands, giving him a nice view of your abused lips and round eyes, pupils blown wide with lust in a way that had something stirring in his abdomen. and his pants.

he let down your knees for a moment so both of his hands could slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. he actually moaned when he saw the strings of arousal clutching onto the fabric as he dragged it away, snapping when he got too far.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he murmured, watching your entrance squeeze around nothing, making more slick drip out.

after tossing it aside, he wasted no time in getting your knees back to the previous position and running his fingers through your folds.

“oh, fuck,” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as you let out a moan when he tapped against your clit, “you’re soaked.”

he glanced up at you, wanting to see your face as he slowly pushed in too fingers and catching a glimpse of your hard nipples poking through your shirt. your face contorted for s fraction of s second before relaxing, your head tipping back against the mattress as you let out a whine.

he choked back a moan at the tight walls around his middle and ring fingers, the fingers of his other hand digging into your thighs. “sh-shit… you’re so tight. i’m gonna have to stretch you out first, okay?”

you nodded mindlessly, too distracted by his fingers prodding at your sweet spot to care about any words he may have said. but you furrowed your eyebrows and lifted your head when you felt both his hands leave you, finding him reaching for the bag. your curiosity outweighed your disappointment as he pulled something out.

it was a dildo. about as thick and long as the biggest person you had before, and made of what looked to be transparent silicon. your insides tightened at the sight, somehow the thought of him seemingly buying this just for you turning you on even more.

he returned to kneeling at the edge of your bed, leaning down to loop his arm around your waist and lift you up to place a pillow under your hips before letting lay back down.

“couldn’t find one my size, but this should be fine,” he held the dildo and ran the tip through your pussy, collecting wetness as you shuddered, “my cock will just have to stretch you the rest of the way.”

you breath hitched at the implication of his words. so he was bigger than that? your thighs pressed together at the thought of being completely stuffed by him. he chuckled, separating your knees enough for him to have a clear view of your pussy, pulsing and dripping and begging for his attention.

he began slipping the toy into you, filling you up inch by inch and watching your needy hole stretch around it and swallow it up. the sight had him choking back a moan, biting down on his bottom lip.

the stretch had your back arching and pushing yourself against it desperately, feeling like that alone could get you to finish. it only took a few deep strokes for your pussy to get used to the size, squeezing and writhing around it until you couldn’t handle it anymore. your arousal coated it quickly and seeped out with each stroke, squelching sounds filling the room that shot straight to his dick.

when you finally came, your toes curled and your body twitched as you let out a string of and whines and moans, little curses slipping between. he watched with fascination as you came undone right beneath him, not wanting to wait any longer to be inside you. he shoved the toy deep inside you, leaving it there as he leaned back for a moment to discard his clothes, slipping his hoodie and sweatpants off.

when you were brought back to your senses, you found yourself on his lap again, straddling his hips this time as he sat with his back against your headboard. you felt his erectile straining against his boxers and pressing against your core. you couldn’t help but rock your hips against his slowly.

“do you ever ride your pillow?” he asked suddenly, voice dropped what felt like two octaves lower than his regular tone. your eyes widened at the question but you nodded. he nodded too, his hands finding your ass and helping you grind against his clothes length. “this is a lot like that, except you have something in you… and it’s more of an up and down movement… and i’m obviously not a pillow… still, there’s really no right way to do it, just go slow and you’ll figure out what works and what doesn’t. plus, i’m here to guide you.”

he gave your ass a squeeze as if to punctuate his sentence, massaging the soft flesh in his palms. when you felt ready, you dropped your hands from his shoulders to his boxers, palming his length a few times before hooking your fingers into the fabric and dragging it down until his cock sprung out.

he definitely wasn’t lying when he said it would stretch you more than the already-big dildo. he was definitely a lot bigger than anyone else you’ve been with, well over average. you nearly dropped at the sight, wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off, eyes fixated on the angry red tip leaking precum as you passed your thumb over it.

the muscles of his abs rippled and squeezed as your worked your hands on his cock, his head thrown back against the headboard and letting out stuttering moans. all the sounds he made encourage you to sit up on your knees, guiding him through your folds and whimpering as you finally sank down on him carefully.

the two of you moaned at the same time, him at how well you squeezed around him and you at how well he stretched you. you stopped when you reached just halfway, unsure whether or not you’d be able to fit more. his hips jerked slightly as his hands squeezed your hips.

“come on, baby,” he moaned softly, looking up at you with encouraging eyes, “just a little more… we can make it fit, right? just breathe.”

you nodded and as you took a deep breath, he used his hold on your to sink you further down until he finally bottomed out. he cursed silently, the back of his head finding the headboard again as you whined and dropped yours onto his shoulder.

you felt his tip pushing against your cervix, the new feeling making a lump form in your throat as you blinked back tears. this time it took a while to get used to the stretch before you tried grinding back and forth. it was slow, almost painfully so. he was amazed that despite stretching you with two different things, you were still so unbelievably tight, hugging him in a death grip as your raised your hips an inch before dropping down again.

your soft noises were muffled by his shoulder as your hands rested on his biceps, panting and squeezing gently as every inch of him dragged against the sensitive spongy patch in your walls every time you grinded on him. soon enough you were able to lift yourself to his tip and drop all the way down, your wetness letting him slip in and out with ease.

still, you kept the pace torturously slow, savouring each bounce and grind. his hands had left your hips at some point, exploring your body under your shirt, massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he lifted the fabric but kept it on your as he watched your tits bounce temptingly, your puffy pink nipples making his mouth water as he pushed himself forward to take one into his mouth.

your hips stuttered as he sucked and nibbled at your nipples, throwing your head back and arching into his touch as your grinds grew sloppy. he felt your decreasing pace, using the hand that wasn’t teasing your other breast to guide your hips once more. he angled you slightly differently in a way that made your clit press against his pelvis each time he bottomed out, the speed of your grinds picking up quickly as his hips bucked up to meet yours.

his lips detached from your bruised breasts with a popping sound as he leaned up to capture your lips in his once again. it wasn’t much of a kiss, more teeth and tongue and moans and groans than anything else as you swallowed each other’s sounds.

you finished first, pushing yourself down hard and stilling, filling yourself with his throbbing cock and pressing your clit against him. he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck to suck at all the spot he knew would get your to writhe. many tickling fights contributed to his knowledge on all your sensitive spots.

your body twitched as you returned to bouncing on his length, your juices looking at his base. the overstimulation burned a little, making your thighs and knees quiver, but you were determined to get him to finish too. and by the looks of it, it shouldn’t take much longer.

“shit, baby,” he said, halfway between a whimper and a moan, fingertips digging into your hips as he threw his head back in bliss, “‘m so close— fuck, you feel s-so good.”

his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, bottom lip caught between his teeth. his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushed a deep red, his plush lips a few shades darker and coated in your mixed saliva from your kisses. as you adjusted the angle of your hips, something in him snapped, grabbing your hips tighter and taking over. he took over your movements, thrusting his hips up desperately as you fell forward onto his chest with the sudden change in intensity. his tip pushed itself against your g-spot continually, another knot tightening in your stomach.

the wet sounds of your cunt and your skin slapping against his egged him on until finally he felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“baby, p-please— fuck— please, can i cum i-inside you?” he begged through a groan, “i— please, angel, i-i can’t wait any longer.”

you nodded against his chest with a whine, you were on the pill anyway. not a second later, he released into you, filling you up with stuttering hips. he pulled you down, flush against him and keeping you there as he emptied himself with softly muttered curses, his head dropping to press open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder.

it felt new to you, the warmth making you squirm until you came again without warning. it was much weaker this time but still enough to make you shake in his arms, panting softly after letting out a strangled moan against his skin.

after a few long moments of trying to recover from the shared orgasm, he lifted his head, one of his hands cupping your chin to tilt your head to look at him.

“so,” he started, lips stretched into a smile, “how’d that feel?”

“fucking amazing.” you rolled your eyes at how smug he looked after your confession, not protesting as he leaned forward to kiss you.

this one was much softer than the previous kisses you shared, much more tender. it was a lot shorter too, he pulled away first to rest his forehead against yours.

“yeah?” he whispered, kissing the corner of your lips, “just wait until i hit it from the back.”

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