#i feel suddenly feel like really sick and tired like oh god what the fuck was in teh chicken my bro got me for lunch heeUGUH

[todayisafridaynight]

Okay stream over and as such no one is safe anymore from my RGGJoposting (sorry in advance), HOWEVER I did want to say...

Of course Mine Himself At Present is the furthest thing from punk, but I believe the reason he has that belt is a nod to Nakamura, who is credited with bringing punk influences to the kabuki scene. (This particular photo was taken years after Y3, but...)

By the way, Nakamura is how I found out there's a lot of stigma against sons of kabuki actors who choose to play roles of a different gender than their fathers. He comes from an established line of onnagata, so it was a big deal for him to choose to play male roles.

Arakawa was a taishu engeki actor rather than a kabuki actor, which is less steeped in tradition than kabuki, so I don't know if it would've been the same for him doing the opposite to Nakamura. But it's Neat to think of it as a concerted choice for him in terms of feeling that strong of a connection to femininity.

oh fuck yeah punk in the kabuki world WORD UP TO THE LEGEND.....

[keferon]

I should be asleep but this is consuming me.

So have this poorly thought out fic drabble idea of mine:

Prowl is in pain, hurt and agony, physically and emotionally. He shouldn't have let Jazz convince him, he should have listened to that tingly uncertain feeling on his spark about this

But dammit was Jazz so...so convincing. It pained him to realise how much he wanted to trust the organic.

What didn't help was that bastard in front of him giving him mock grief. Prowl knew he did not care at all about how he feels, he knew there was some sort of sick enjoyment to all of this.

"Sorry, he couldn't come visit again. He actually had to help out with the newest mech, in fact, this prototype had one of your own parts in it!" Prowl wanted to sob, twisted asshole.

Suddenly, something seemed to have caught the organic's attention. Prowl didn't hear it at first, but once the man in front of him turned around in confusion, he heard it, there was some sort of commotion on the other side of the door.

Suddenly, before any of them could question what was going on, the doors burst out open with an explosion, causing many tools to clatter to the ground as the ground shook.

"GET AWAY FROM MY PARTNER!" Prowl, in a weak yet desperate attempt, turned his head to look at the direction of the voice. He recognised it-

"Jazz?" He spoke weakly. That seemed to have crushed the organic's soul, his face crumbling from his previous rage, before, in a blink of an eye, it turned back to fury. Fury so strong it could kill whoever dared look.

"Jazz?!" The twisted man standing in front of Prowl's face looked offended if not straight out annoyed at the other's presence. "What are you-?" He couldn't even finish his sentence before the other dropped whatever it was he had been holding and jumped on top of him. The two fought for a while, Jazz punching the guy a few times on the face before grabbing him by the neck of his shirt and throwing him to the other side of the room.

Jazz huffed, making sure to keep his eyes on his target for a second to see if that was enough to have knocked him out. It was. And once he was sure the guy wouldn't come back at him, he turned to look at Prowl, who so far, has only made move to watch the whole thing go down.

It took a while for the mech to properly process how Jazz looked, how he looked at him. Guilt, pain, sadness, exasperation even. It almost seemed like he was...crying?

"Prowl!" His partner? Ex-partner? (He wasn't sure anymore), ran to grasp his face, and he let him, to weak to fight back like he wanted to. Then he felt it, small droplets of water fall down his faceplates, 'Oh, so he was crying'. "I'm so sorry, i shouldn't have brought you here- we, we need to get you out-" as he moved, Prowl took notice of how dishevelled the other looked, the sudden smell of iron making him realise that he seemed to be covered in blood, if it was his own or not, Prowl wasn't sure, perhaps it was both. Taking a closer look, he started to notice all the small bruises and scratches on Jazz's face, in fact he took notice of a limp on his left leg too.

The other just seemed to be mumbling to himself as he tried to free Prowl, who so far has not spoken all that much, he felt too weak and tired, and he really had nothing to say other than a simple reply to what Jazz said before but he didn’t process it till now

"You really shouldn't have..."

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Ok that's all i have rn, bc I'm not much of a writer and idk how to write these characters so they might be a bit OOC sorry ^^;;

But feel free to like add and/or fix anything to this.

Just wanna add the note that maybe, the reason Jazz found out is bc he recognised Prowl's plating on the new mech thing they built ;)

OH MY GOD I CANT EVEN

RAAAAHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS. OH FUCK. THI s. SO GOOD AND PAINFUL IM ASCENDING TO SOME NEW UNDISCOVERED DIMENSIONS

ALSO. oh my fucking god you have galaxy brain for this. imagine the horror Jazz feels when he sees this random new robot his boss wants to test. And it’s plating is so freaking familiar. He runs his hands along the panels. And he recognises them, even repainted. Because he spent so much time sitting on them, repairing them, crawling on them with his magnets. Sleeping on them even. He sees the “scar” from the time he helped Prowl to fix his armor and welded some cracks in it.

And now the fucking plates are here but Prowl isn’t.

[evilminji]

You know what I never see explored?

"Not on MY watch!" Superfan Dash Baxter. The young, limnal, quarterback built like a tank and willing to hit like one.

Because let's be real here. Imagine that scenario: Dash, heading to practice with his Bros. His best friends. The team. When? Oh shit! It's PHANTOM! Best day EVER right?

Except it's NOT.

Somethings wrong. He's not as graceful as he usually is. There is no clever comebacks. He looks beat up, man. What HAPPENED? Everyone looks confused when Dash looks around. But before he can call up to him?

Phantom is Shot Out Of The SKY.

Hits the football field HARD. The entire team is already running. Full sprint. It's those fucking GIW. Already driving onto the field and tearing it up. Jumping out, weapons primed.

Phantom's not... oh god, he's not getting up.

He looks hurt. Really hurt. Those bastards are closing in.

Dash's team? Has his back. They're also fans. Friends of his. Not a single one hesitates. They put their BACKS into it and welcome these sick fucks to Tackle Practice. With a follow up of "Taste Your Own Teeth". Amity special, coach would be proud.

But Dash... fuck, he can't wail on these guys AND protect Phantom at the same time. Kwan tells him to go. Throws him his keys. His car is least shit. Dash owes him SO many pizzas for this. First pick on movies for LIFE, man.

It hurts to leave his team behind. His best friend. But Dash has to GO. He can already hear the Fentons closing in. He grabs Phantom, his HERO, and runs for his life.

Barely manages to peel out of there in time. Floors it. Calls Paulina, obviously. She and Star are doing a spa day thing. She picks up because she KNOWS he wouldn't bother her if it wasn't serious. And-!

Oh...

Oh fuck.

In the rear view mirror. The Fentons and GIW just screeched onto the road behind him. Closing distance FAST. What does he do? Paulina he can't... he WON'T hand Phantom over!

And of course she understands. For God's sake, she in LOVE with the guy. He's never heard her sound so scared and furious. They'll get phantom over her twice dead body. She and Star are making some sort of noises, chanting, and...?

Giant Amazons with swords? GHOST Amazons. Suddenly in the road, jumping over his car to attack the cars behind him. Paulina what the FUCK?? She been talking to her Abuela, APPARENTLY. Who's friends aunt's "roomate" was particularly good at communicating with the dead. So OBVIOUSLY Paulina got her to send notes and studied them in secret.

Gotta be able to speak to you future husband's family in their native language. You win brownie points. Gives her a step up. "Not the point"? It's kind of a point! Giant warrior women! Who-?

Paulina made friends while practicing.

Of course she did. Why is he even REMOTELY surprised she chose the giant terrifying Amazons to be beasties with? He's know her for years. He should know better by now.

.....he feels small asking. Hates that his voice shakes. But... but what do they DO, 'Lina?

What he hates even more is the little shake in his childhood friends voice, even though she's trying to sound certain and strong. What they Do? What they DO is Dash drives his ass the her house, gets in her BETTER car, which she is going to load up, and they leave Amity.

She has LOADS of money. All sorts of jewelry. They're very last season. Frankly, she.. she can't WAIT to pawn them if they have too. They just have to drive. Get Phantom as far away from those freaks as possible. Get help.

And? It could go so many ways from there? Paulina LOVES Phantom. How will she reconcile that with her views on Fenton? How will Dash? Seperated from their roles as "the popular ones" and "the crazy people's son". Knowing that... that Danny likes her TOO.

But she's been AWFUL to him. She said so much. DID so much.

Do the even? LIKE each other? Or just the IDEA of each other? The person they made up in their heads.

They're afraid, tired, on the run. But free from school, the expectations of others, the baked in histories of a small town. Who ARE they as people? Do they like each other? COULD they?

I want to believe that Paulina really means it. That no one is at their best in middle and high school. They say and do stupid, mean, shallow shit. Because the world presses and presses and tells them it's all they are worth. Because they don't know who they ARE yet. Because she is a child. Not yet eighteen.

And Danny isn't perfect either. He saw a pretty, pretty face and got distracted by it. Didn't see how HARD she works. How smart she is. How ambitious and brilliant at reading people.

Are they trying to get to an Embassy? To Paulina's extended Family to the south, who would most certainly take them in, and would gladly fight gods for them? Or is this a crossover? Are they going towards other Heros? Older ones?

Is Paulina planning to pull a Lois Lane and Cause Problems On Purpose? Is Dash HAUNTED by "oh fuck, Wes was right." And now knows he's gonna have just... just WALK UP TO THEM. Broad ass daylight. Like "hello, I clearly know your secret identity! Please don't kill me!"?

Whatever the plan? Danny is in the back row of Paulina's once nice, now beat to hell car, bleeding irresistibly damaging acidic ecto-blood all over the seats. Wrapped up like a mummy. Texting Tucker.

The live tweets from Amity are... An Event. A Spectacle for the ages. His parents KNOW now, have speed run their grief STRAIGHT to RAGE, directed that rage at the GIW, and gone to WAR. Once a Fenton, always a Fenton. Jazz was right. "Anti-ghost" sentience testing once a week DID pay off.

Was it a pain in the ass? Absolutely. But results don't lie. He clearly passed. Is clearly sentient, emotional, and their son. All in hard numbers they ran themselves. Will it stop them attack FULL ghosts? Jazz has no idea. But it sure did convince them to put the GIW in a hole and fill it with concrete.

Danny's getting reports of "you SHOT MY BABY!" Being shouted in public. Sam has decided to channel her frustration at being unable to help him into Full Goth Dramatic Shit Stirring. Non-waterproof mascara, disheveled hair. Clutching a picture of him. Dramatic howling and weeping in the arms of her parents.

Apparently now that he's presumed DEAD, the Mansons ALWAYS loved him. Like a SON to them. A sweet, innocent child. Their daughters friend! The GIW are monsters and child killers, they decry.

And the Red Huntress is... Oh, yikes. Yeah he should call her. Val is one more bad thing happening from her villian origin story. At least she... PROBABLY... has killed anyone yet. Note to self: when Danny can actually move torso again, buy Valerie soothing anti-stress...everything. All the things. She responds to stress by punching. Deliver from safe, non-punchable distance.

All in all? My Dash? Needs more Dash! Give the popular kids a chance to prove they aren't just cardboard cut outs! That they can grow beyond the roles high-school and society has pushed them into! Give them some trauma! Why only Danny? Spread the psychic damage!

@stealingyourbones @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe

[redr0sewrites]

Sick!Sevika x reader Hcs

🥀A/n: back on my bullshit‼️

🥀Cw: fluff, comfort, kinda angsty but only if u tilt your head, put on glasses, and squint

🥀Character(s): Sevika x reader

sick? her? she still has to do silco's dirty work, she doesn't have time to be sick- or weak in any form

sevika absolutely overworks herself when she's sick, i said what i said. she practically doesn't believe in weakness, and thinks she can just "push through" the natural way

she can be so stubborn about self care, it genuinely makes you want to scream

there isn't exactly good healthcare in the undercity, but she absolutely seems like the type to take 15 advil and call it a day. she might evn try taking shimmer to "boost her immune system" pls stop her

you have to practically force her to bed, sevika could be seconds away from collapse and still claim that she's "fine", but with enough pleading she'd take a break

it isn't long before she just passes out though

at first, sevika would be a liiitle bit irritated at your worries, claiming that she can handle herself, but feels bad once she realizes how much you genuinely care. she does NOT have an appetite when she's sick but would, begrudgingly, at least try to eat if you asked

she gets headaches a lot. this is just a personal hc, but i really feel like she would get a bunch of tension headaches. sevika HATES them so much, and would be really appreciative of massages

its one of the few ways to actually get her to relax when she's feeling unwell, just say a few sweet words and start rubbing her upper back and she'll practically melt (but she'll never admit it ;)

sevika isn't used to having someone take care of her, and will try her best to make it up to you

that being said, she's not above trapping you in bed with her all day for cuddles- she doesn't care about germs, she just wants you close to her

i feel like she wouldn't be the talkative type when she's sick, and would be a lot more affectionate. you are NOT leaving the bed, she's practically clinging to you with her arm thrown over your body

will respect your wishes to not kiss on the mouth, and gives you a lot of forehead and hand kisses

she has an adorable sneeze. i think it's hilarious when tough, strong characters just have this adorable chipmunk sneeze.

pretty pliant when it comes to taking medicine and other forms of healing, and once she isn't sick anymore she definitely pampers you (more than usual) to pay you back

"y'dont have to do that, doll," Sevika murmurs as you massage her neck, her voice raspy from exhaustion. "i know, but i want to," you reply, gently kissing the top of her head as you apply some more pressure to her spine. she sighs, leaning backwards into your touch ever so slightly. the chair she's sitting on creaks as you continue your ministrations, relaxing all of the knots in her muscles and working away at all of the excess tension. Sevika suddenly inhales sharply and you pause, worrying that you hurt her, only for her to sneeze softly. "oh my god Sev..."

"don't start."

"was that your sneeze?" Sevika grumbles, turning away from you as you giggle. "its so cute! who would've known..."

"shut up."

"aww, but you love me, don't you Sev?" Sevika sighs, turning around to face you on the chair. she gently grabs your face, pulling you down to her level where she kisses your forehead. "f'course i do, brat. now shut up and finish my massage, i'm tired." you chuckle again at her prickly attitude before giving a mock salute. "yes ma'am!" Sevika mutters a few words under her breath that sound suspiciously like brat, and not cute, but turns around and eases back into your touch anyways. her back muscles ripple as you supply relief to her sore spots.

fuck, what a woman. how you pulled her you will never know. Sevika suddenly bursts into a coughing fit, chest heaving slightly as she leans forward to steady herself. "shit, that doesn't sound pleasant," you say, and Sevika merely turns and rolls her eyes. "when's the last time you've slept?" you ask accusingly, and Sevika, failing to supply you with an acceptable answer, proceeds to stand up and follow you as you practically drag her to bed.

"you, my dear, need rest". you accentuate the last word, and watch as your lover smirks at you. "only if you join me," she quips, and you don't even hesitate before crawling into bed next to her. your so weak for her, it isn't even funny. Sevika pulls you close, your back up against her chest and her arm thrown across your body. you can feel her breathe on your neck, and you swear you hear her say, "i love you".

"what was that, Sev?" you tease, already feeling exhaustion weigh on your eyelids. "go to sleep," she grumbles, pressing a hasty kiss to the back of your neck.

"i love you too."

guess whos sick rn 😔 i thrive off of reverse comfort it isn't even funny. ANYWAYS hope yall enjoyed!!!!!! i loooove sevika soo much.

PLEEEEEAAAAASE SEND IN ARCANE REQSSSSSS🙏🙏🙏

[delilahsturniolo]

family feud — c.s

based on this ask!

in which. . . chris finds out you’re pregnant.

this story contains. . . crying, comforting, angst, fluff at the end and more.

written by. . . @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. do not take inspiration without asking permission first. happy reading! :)

“a part of me is part of you.”

“just a different shade of blue.”

“just a little family feud.”

anxiety flooded through you as you sat on the toilet seat, tapping your foot rhythmically against the cold tile floor of the bathroom.

your breaths came out shaky as you waited with anticipation. your period had been 2 weeks late, which worried you.

you had irregular periods sometimes, but something in your gut was telling you this time was different.

you felt weaker, you craved foods you didn’t even like, you were sick and nauseous all the time now. you had an idea of what it could be, so now you were testing that theory.

your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when your phone timer went off. you stopped the timer and slowly got up, walking over to the sink.

you looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair was all disheveled and your eyes were tired. you took a nice, long deep breath before looking down at the two pregnancy tests you took.

both of them had 2 lines, your eyes widened. your hands scrambled to reach for the instructions paper, opening the pamphlet and reading what your results meant just to be sure.

positive. they both read positive, you were pregnant.

“oh my god—oh my god..” you whispered to yourself, panic arising you. you couldn’t believe it, this was really happening.

tears of happiness and shock flooded your eyes, you let out a sob as you looked down at the positive tests.

but…wait a minute. you stopped in your tracks as you thought about Chris. how would he react? what if he wasn’t happy with the idea of having a baby? what if he got mad?

you didn’t know how to tell him. fuck, you didn’t even know if you were ready for such a huge commitment. you just turned 20, you didn’t know if you were going to be able to take care of this baby.

but, you were going to try. all you needed to do was break the news to Chris.

as if on queue, you heard a gentle knock on the bathroom door.

“baby? are you in there?” you heard chris’s voice from the other side of the door. what? you thought chris wasn’t going to be home until later tonight…

“u—um, yeah, i’m here love.” you replied quickly, the change in your tone evident.

chris’s eyebrows furrowed at your hesitant tone. “sweetheart? are you okay in there?” chris questioned you.

you didn’t respond, hastily trying to pull yourself together before chris suddenly opened the door, looking at you with concern and confusion laced in his eyes. your heart dropped, but you accepted it. he had to find out eventually.

“what are you do—“ chris began speaking as you stood in front of him, but immediately stopped as he spotted what was on the counter.

the two pregnancy tests. chris’s jaw dropped slightly, you bit your lip anxiously, not saying a word. it was hard to read his expression and what he was feeling at the moment.

“are…are those yours?” chris asked you, his tone of voice soft. he didn’t want to startle you more than he already has. you nodded slowly, feeling a lump in your throat.

“what were the results?” chris asked, his voice wavering.

“positive.” you abruptly told him. “I’m pregnant, chris.” you could feel tears of both joy and overwhelmingness flood your eyes.

chris’s jaw remained ajar for a few moments as he took in the shocking news.

“oh my god..” chris murmured, his eyes also filling with tears. you couldn’t tell if he was upset or happy.

“i’m going to be a dad..” he whispered.

“i’m going to be a dad!” chris repeated, in a much more cheerful tone. you laughed as he expressed his excitement, he engulfed you in a big hug, his tears falling onto your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you.

“this is amazing, baby. i’m so proud of you, i’m so happy.” chris smiled, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“you aren’t mad?” you spoke up, chris only shook his head, lifting it up to look at you.

“why would i be mad, baby?” chris replied, a puzzled expression on his face.

“it’s just…we’re so young, chris. this is such a big commitment and…what if we aren’t ready?” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly.

chris cupped you cheeks in his hands. “hey hey hey, it’s gonna be okay. we’re first time parents, of course we aren’t gonna know what to do at first. we’re learning as we go. we’ll figure this out, we always do.” chris reassured you, leaning into your face to kiss your tears away.

you nodded, your body relaxing at his words. he was right after all, you both were going to figure it out, and you were going to care for and love your baby.

“i love you, y/n.” chris whispered to you softly, his thumb caressing your cheek in a soothing manner. “we’re gonna get through this…”

“i love you too, chris.” you smiled up at him, chris pulled you into his chest once more, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“can we name our child chris junior?” chris joked. you giggled, playfully hitting his arm.

you both were gonna get through this. you were both going to help each other and raise your child together, forever.

© delilahsturniolo

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[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

"i wanna Be Cool, but only if you want me to."

"want to impress you"

synopsis// everyone knows that basketball is the way to someone's heart.

pairing// satoru gojo x gn!reader

word count// 3.8k

contents// college au, basketball au, mutual unknown pining?, friends to lovers?, gojo is a loser, obligatory this is for you and misses

notes// lu wanted a basketball au so lu gets a basketball au. also obviously inspired by the basketball scene in jjk s2 anywho this is just kinda short n goofy :p also inspired by the song i wanna be cool by super whatevr. also i have no idea how basketball works and only ever played for fun so ermmm if anything is wrong bring that up with the universe !

Shoko unwillingly finds herself sitting on a random bench in the boys locker room, her arms crossed as she glares at the two boys in front of her.

“Why did you guys drag me in here?”

Geto speaks up first: “In my defense, this is all on Satoru, and I have no part in this.”

“You still dragged me in here, did you not?”

“…Yes.” 

“Then you took part in it.”

Gojo smiles as he smacks Geto on the back. “Exactly! You’re my accomplice.”

Shoko rolls her eyes. “Again, why did you guys drag me in here?”

“A presentation!”

“A presentation I have nothing to do with,” Geto chimes in as he takes a seat beside Shoko.

She briefly raises her eyebrow at Geto before directing it toward Gojo. “A presentation?” 

“Yes!” 

“I don’t see a projector or anything worth presenting here,” she says, looking around the room unamused.

“A presentation minus the actual presenting part...”

“So you dragged me in here just to talk to me?”

Geto leans in and whispers, “He actually wants to ask you something.”

Gojo stomps his foot like he’s about to throw a tantrum. “Geto shut up!”

“Can you just hurry up, Gojo?" She asks impatiently. “It reeks of axe body spray in here; I think it might actually kill me.”

He ignores her dramatics because, honestly, she’s not wrong. “You're coming to our game tonight, right?”

“I mean, yeah? Who isn't? It's the biggest game of the season.”

Geto adds, “That's what I said!”

“Do you know if Y/N is going?”

“Is that what you seriously dragged me in here for? Why didn't you just ask Y/N themself? You guys are friends, are you not?”

“Well yeah!” Gojo mumbles sheepishly, “But when I asked, they said maybe...”

“That means no,” Geto says quickly through a cough, as if trying to cover it up.

Gojo hears anyway and outstretches his arms toward Geto as if trying to draw attention toward him. “Exactly!” He then brings his hands in front of his face in a praying motion and begs, “Shoko, please!”

“Oh my fucking god, I don't know why you don't just ask them out already.”

“That's what I'm trying to do! But in order to do that, I kinda need them to go to tonight's game.”

Shoko glares at Gojo for what feels like forever, and Gojo glares back like they’ve suddenly entered a staring contest, and it’s Shoko who breaks eye contact first.

She sighs and pushes the hair out of her face as she mumbles, “God, you're lucky I'm tired of both of you pining after each other.”

“Thank you, Shoko!” he beams. “Also here.”

Shoko takes whatever Gojo is handing her and holds it up, her eyes slightly wide as she inspects it. “…Is this your jersey?”

He nods, fully confident within himself now that Shoko has agreed to drag you to the game, but tilts his head at her because he has no idea why she’s confused. “Yeah, I want them to wear it?” 

“You make me sick to my stomach, fine.”

“Shoko, do you wanna wear my jersey?” Geto suddenly asks.

She stares at him blankly, as if to ask if he really asked her that, knowing damn well she does not like him like that and she has a girlfriend, though after a few moments he finally gets the hint.

“Oh my god, not like that; I just want someone supporting me too.”

She sighs in relief, “Oh, thank god, don’t scare me like that, but yeah, fine, I’ll wear it.”

“Wait, what the hell?” Gojo exclaims, drawing Shoko’s and Geto’s attention back to him. “Shoko, would you have worn mine if I asked?”

“No.”

“What?! Why the hell not?”

“I like Geto more than I like you.”

He glares at her and quickly points out, “You're lying; if that was true, you wouldn't be helping me!”

Shoko simply shrugs and mumbles a small “bye” before getting up and leaving.

Geto stands up and takes his place next to Gojo, softly patting his back as he whispers, “Dare I say this ends our lifelong debate on who's superior?”

Gojo shrugs his hand off of him and speaks harshly through clenched teeth, “Shut. Your. Mouth.”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

“Why would I want to go watch a bunch of sweaty men fight over balls?” You mumble offhandedly, focusing your attention on netflix playing on your phone rather than on her.

“Ok, Y/N, first of all, there's only one ball, and second of all, did you forget Gojo is on the basketball team?”

You quickly turn off your phone and sit up, clasping your hands together in your lap. “….Have I ever mentioned that basketball is actually my favorite sport?”

“Jesus Christ,” she mutters under her breath, pinching her nose bridge. “You're so obvious; why haven't you told him yet?”

“Are you insane? Gojo is hot, and on the basketball team, do you know how many people he already has crushing on him? I'm literally just another name on that list.”

“Sure,” she nods, “But the difference is that you're his friend too; you have more of a chance than anyone else.”

You sigh and frown at her. “Doubt.”

Shoko shakes her head, knowing that you two could spend all day here in your dorm debating whether you have a chance or not, but that’s not what she’s here for, so she’ll let you believe what you want, knowing that (hopefully) Gojo pulling whatever it is he wants to pull will prove you wrong.

“Whatever, put this on,” she says, throwing the jersey at you.

You catch it, your mouth slightly agape as you stare at it curiously. “…Isn't this?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know, is it?”

“Shoko.”

“Can you just trust me?”

“I'm literally just gonna look like another one of his groupies," you say, disdain and disappointment lacing your words as your eyes dart back and forth between her and the jersey.

She smiles, and it’s off-putting because it’s not her normal smile; no, you know, this is the smile she only wears when she’s about to drop a bomb on you. “Difference is that that's his actual jersey.”

You freeze.

“What?”

“I’ll save you a seat. Bye,” she says as she walks out of your dorm.

The slam of your door restarts your heart, and suddenly it and your mind are racing at 100 miles per hour, and the only thing you can do is word vomit despite the fact that Shoko is gone.

“What do you mean by that?! What do you mean this is his actual jersey?!” You run and fling open your door to yell out into the hallway, “Get back here!?” 

Shoko is a good bit away at this point, but she still hears you call out for her and acknowledges that with a wave, yet she still keeps walking away, and you're stuck in your doorway with your chest heaving. You look back down at the jersey in your hands.

Holy shit.

Not only is this a jersey with Gojo’s number on it, but it’s his jersey. How did Shoko even get this? Did she just take it without him knowing? Too many thoughts are in your head, but there’s only one that keeps overlapping the others, there’s only one that’s consistent, only one that electrifies every neuron in your body:

Holy shit, this is Gojo’s jersey.

Fuck the questions and fuck the answers you know you won’t get; the only thing that matters to you right now is that you have and are about to wear Gojo’s jersey. You have to be dreaming; really, that’s the only logical answer, but holy fuck, if you’re dreaming, you do not plan on waking up anytime soon—or ever.

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

The two teams quickly start filling up the court and taking up their respective spaces as they warm up, but Gojo, being Gojo, isn't doing that. Instead, he’s standing on the sidelines, looking in at the crowd of people starting to take their seats for the game, and his heart is racing as he searches the crowd for you, and it drops when he inevitably doesn’t find you, but he’s not discouraged, not yet at least, because the game hasn’t officially even started yet, so there’s still time for you to show up.

There’s still time.

He has to keep reminding himself that the whole time he’s warming up—now that he’s actually being forced to, though it’s a half-assed warm-up—he and his coach don’t even know whether what he’s doing could be considered a warm-up in the first place. The game is about to start any second now when Geto approaches Gojo.

“Nothing?” 

Gojo’s head drops as he reluctantly shakes it.

Geto hums and searches the stands for you, but when he doesn't find you either, he tries to find the next best person, Shoko, and it's quite easy to find her considering she’s wearing Geto's jersey.

“Shoko!”

She looks down from the bleachers and sees Geto staring at her as he gestures toward Gojo, and she knows he's trying to ask where you are, but in all honesty, she has no idea either. She shrugs, and even from as high up as she is, she can hear Geto groan before grabbing Gojo by the shoulders and forcing him to look at him.

“I'm sure they’ll come, dude.”

Gojo blankly stares at Geto, an eyebrow raised skeptically, as if to say, really? but before he can verbally reply, their coach comes over and removes Geto’s hand from Gojo’s shoulder to place his own hand there.

“I don't know what's going on with you, but whatever it is, fix it.”

Geto and Gojo tense up at his tone, full of nothing but pure determination. This isn't him asking; this is him demanding that Gojo get his shit together.

“This is the biggest game yet, and I'm not gonna let you and some petty college drama get in the way of that. You're our best player. Act like it.”

Gojo can only nod. His mouth suddenly feels dry, and it's like his throat is closing, but he tries to will the feeling away. Though his reaction is enough for his coach, who starts walking off.

Geto stares up at Gojo with his eyebrows knit, concern lacing his voice, “Gojo...”

Gojo shakes his head and takes a deep breath before flashing Geto his signature smile. “I'm fine, Geto; cmon, we got a basketball game to win.”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

To be totally honest, the reason you were running so late to the game was because you were mentally shitting your pants the entire time you were getting ready. For a good chunk of time, you just sat on your bed with the jersey laid out in front of you, staring at it. Just staring at it, that's all. Because yes, even though you said fuck the questions and fuck the answers, you very much could not do that, not when too many questions and unknown answers were flooding your brain like a dam had cracked. You think you probably would've stayed like that all day and night, missing the game entirely, if not for Shoko spam calling your phone.

“What?”

“Don't 'what' me, where the fuck are you?” She snaps through the phone.

“Uh, getting ready?”

“Y/N, the game started twenty minutes ago.”

“Oh shit,” you say, hopping off your bed and quickly grabbing the jersey.

“Yeah, oh shit! Get your ass down here!”

You don't bother saying goodbye; instead, you quickly hang up, throw the jersey on as fast as you can, and bolt out the door. The halls are empty as you race through them, and you're not surprised; everyone is already at the game—everyone but you—and you speed up your pace just a smidge more. God, you're an idiot, missing the best game of the season—okay, you don't actually care about that. God, you're an idiot, missing seeing Gojo and maybe getting answers on how Shoko obtained his jersey—that's better.

You get to the gym in record time, slightly surprised at how quickly you got there, but you ignore that as you try to catch your breath before walking in and try to prepare yourself for the amount of noise that will assault your ears when you do. You can already hear how loud it is; the walls not doing very much at all to muffle the yells of people. You walk in and wince slightly at the noise as you look around for Shoko. She immediately finds you and waves her hand in the air for you to find, as does Utahime, who's sitting next to her. You smile and quickly make your way toward them, apologizing to the people you pushed through to get to them in the first place. You take your seat next to Shoko with a sigh.

“What did I miss?” you ask, leaning forward slightly just so you can look at both Utahime and Shoko.

Utahime has a small grimace on her face, and Shoko merely motions toward the scoreboard, and the minute you look, your jaw drops. Gojo’s team was losing. No. Losing isn't even the right word here; they were getting absolutely destroyed. They had zero points—none at all. You look back toward the two girls in disbelief.

“What the fuck?”

“Gojo is literally sucking so much ass that it's throwing everyone else off,” Utahime says with a shrug before glancing down at your clothes. “Are you wearing his jersey?”

You clear your throat awkwardly and look away, ignoring the smirk on Shoko's face.

“So, uh, do we know why Gojo’s sucking ass?” You ask after a brief moment of silence.

“Nope,” Utahime responds with a shake of her head.

“I do,” Shoko says nonchalantly.

Your head snaps back toward her. “What? Why?”

“Yeah, you didn't tell me either!”

Shoko rolls her eyes and ignores both of you as she loudly calls out to Gojo, who, by some grace of god, hears her over the hundreds of other people yelling for him. Gojo’s eyes immediately find hers, and he watches how she subtly jerks her head to the side, and like some angel descended from the heavens, like a god showing itself in a moment of dire, he looks and finds you sitting there in his jersey, and he can't help the smile on his face, can't help how just your presence lit a fire underneath him, can't help how just seeing you gave him his pep back in his step.

Gojo finds Geto’s eyes on the court and nods determinedly. They are winning this game, whether it's the last thing Gojo does. He's not going to look like a fool in front of you. So that's exactly what Gojo does. Once the second period starts, Gojo steals back the ball with a new sudden ease, and by halftime, he’s gotten the team caught up to the other one, starting the third period with a tie.

“How the hell did he do that? I thought you guys said he sucked!”

“Aw man, I was rooting for the other team,” Utahime says, frowning, and you have to resist the urge to chew her out in defense of Gojo.

Shoko shrugs. “He was till you know…”

You stare at her blankly. “No, I don't know, actually. Care to enlighten me?”

“No, I do not,” she says before turning to Utahime. “And don't worry, they're only tied; there's still a chance the other team will win.”

Utahime cheerfully hums as she rests her head on Shoko’s shoulder. “You’re right!”

“Don't encourage her to root for the other team?!” 

Utahime sticks her tongue out at you, and before any of you can say anything else, a loud buzzer rings across the gym, indicating a point was made, and to your delight, it was for Gojo’s team. For the rest of the third period, it was just buzzer after buzzer as Gojo’s team took back their rightful place on the scoreboard, completely smashing the other team into the ground, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell in your chest. Watching Gojo in his element was doing detrimental things to your crush on him, only making it worse, but you can't even seem to care. Shoko looks over to you and laughs.

“I can practically see the hearts in your eyes.”

You scoff. “Shut up!”

Down on the court, they had just started their last two-minute break between third and fourth period, with the coaches gathering their respective teams into a huddle.

“Alright guys,” Gojo’s coach began, “Keep your heads in the game; we’re taking this victory home, got it?”

All the boys nod hurriedly, and the coach leaves them to do what they need to before the last period starts, but Gojo doesn’t let them get far.

“Whatever fucking happens, I'm getting that last score, got it?”

Everyone on the team exchanges uneasy glances, and Geto rolls his eyes and sighs before apologizing for Gojo.

“He just has a plan and wants to do something, guys.”

The boys nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer.

“If you guys mess this up for me, I swear to god, I will make you wish you were never born,” Gojo says with his usual smile, but in this case, all his smile does is make him seem feral.

Geto slaps Gojo across the back of his head and huffs, “He doesn’t mean that, don't worry.”

“Oh, I fucking mean it.”

“Gojo, shut the fuck up.”

Before anyone else can say anything, the timer goes off, and into the last minutes of the game they go. As the game goes on, everyone is on the edge of their seat, even if deep down they know who will win. You and Utahime are no exception to this, but apparently Shoko is.

“Why the fuck are you guys on the edge of your seats? It's obvious we’re gonna win.”

You go to glare at her but can’t even hold your stare long enough because you're so enthralled by the game. “Still, it's so nervewracking!”

Utahime laughs. “I'm only on the edge of my seat because I want the other team to win.”

“Why are you such a hater, dude?” you ask defensively.

Utahime doesn’t mind; she knows all too well about your little crush on Gojo, so she doesn’t take offense to your tone. “When it comes to Gojo, I'm always a hater.”

You finally find it in you to glare at her. “I hope Shoko breaks up with you.”

She rolls her eyes and glares back. “Oh, haha, you're so mature.”

You say nothing but stick your tongue out at her childishly, and she does the same, to which Shoko groans and rolls her eyes before grabbing both of your heads and turning them to face the game.

“You can fight after the game; there's only a few seconds left.”

Gojo glances at the time and realizes it’s now or never. He finds that Geto has the ball and calls out for him. Geto, on the other hand, hesitates to pass him the ball, with a look on his face asking if he really wants to do this, and Gojo can only nod. How could he not want to do this? This is the only thing he can do; it's not like he knows how to ask someone out the normal way, so this will do; it has to. Gojo tries to control his breathing as he makes his way to the hoop, the ball dribbling in tune with his heartbeat, and nothing matters to him in that moment except you and scoring—his surroundings completely drowning out. Everyone holds their breath waiting for him to shoot, and right before he does, his eyes lock onto yours.

“This is for you, Y/N!” He yells out as he shoots, and…

And he misses.

Horribly.

And there's no chance for him to redeem himself because the minute the ball hits the ground, the buzzer goes off, indicating the end of the game, and everyone seemingly ignores whatever the fuck he just did and erupts into an uproar at the fact that they won regardless of Gojo’s miss.

“What-“

Shoko slaps a hand over her mouth, attempting and failing to hold in her laughter. “Did he just fucking miss?”

Utahime is hunched over, her head between her knees, laughing. “Oh my fucking god, he's an idiot!”

You blink, not moving, not saying anything, but with how hard Shoko is laughing and Utahime leaning against her as she laughs as well, Shoko ends up bumping into you, and she instantly grows quiet, her head snapping toward you.

“Oh, why are you still here?”

“Huh?” 

"Why aren’t you down there?” she asks, pointing down to the court.

“Am… Am I supposed to be?”

“Uh duh!” Utahime speaks up, peeking out from behind Shoko. “He made that shot for you! Well, he missed that shot for you.”

“Oh,” you say blankly. “Oh. Oh shit.”

You stood up abruptly, and with how fast you went down the bleachers, you almost tripped once you made it onto the ground. You quickly catch yourself, and the moment you look up to find Gojo, he’s already standing right in front of you.

“You're-you're wearing my jersey,” he says breathlessly, but not in a I-can’t-breathe way, more in a holy-shit-my-crush-is-actually-wearing-my-jersey way.

You swallow thickly and nod. Your gaze flickers down to the jersey before going back to his face. “I am.” 

“You are.” 

“What was that Gojo?”

He seems to grimace at your question. “Ah, well, you see, I was actually gonna say if I make this, you owe me a date, but that’s a really long sentence to shout, and what if I didn’t make it? That would’ve been so embarrassing.”

You laugh under your breath. “Gojo, you didn’t make it regardless.”

He frowns. “Don’t remind me.”

You smile and push a strand of hair stuck to his forehead out of the way, watching how he blushes furiously at your touch, and it makes your heart swoon. Who knew the confident number-one basketball player could crumble so readily under your touch?

“You know, I’m still more than happy to owe you a date.”

He smirks as he pulls you closer toward him by your waist and coos, “Yeah?"

“Yeah… But get the hell off of me, Gojo; you’re sweaty and you stink,” you grumble as you push against his chest, trying to free yourself.

Gojo ignores you and pulls you in closer (if even possible), his body engulfing yours as he rubs his face against yours, making sure his sweat rubs off on you too.

You struggle against his hold. “Gojo gross!” 

“Sorry, I can't hear you over the people. What are you saying? Hug you closer?”

“Gojo, don’t you dare.”

You hear him chuckle before rubbing up against you again, and you groan but stop resisting, which he hums happily at before starting to pull away. You watch how his face abruptly twists into feigned disgust.

"Ew, Y/N, get the hell off of me; you’re sweaty and you stink,” he mocks as he pushes you out of his hold.

“I hate you.”

“If you hated me, you wouldn’t be going on a date with me,” he singsongily says.

“Yeah, not anymore,” you mumble with a wry smile as you start walking away.

“Hey, wait, Y/N, come back!”

©TODAYISAWTHEWHXLEWXRLD

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hi! Can we get a sick!Reader going to school and hiding her sickness from the poly!Plastics? Like she just rushed to the toilet mid-conversation to throw up and then returns to her gf’s like nothing happend

Presentable

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

(i myself am poly.)

|| Warnings; reader vomiting, sick reader, swearing, regina being regina

|| Summary; reader's not feeling too hot throughout the day and keeps sneaking off to throw up. The girls start noticing.

Requests open!

Started; october 9th

Finished; october 9th

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School. The only thing that ever made it barely was your girlfriends, who you stood in the hall with. Having skipped class and planning what you were going to do for the rest of the day. You hadn't been feeling well all morning, so you couldn't really focus on a single thing that was being said. You tried your best to though, not wanting your girlfriends to realize something was wrong.

As the conversation seemed to just drag on, you suddenly started feeling incredibly nauseous. Whenever you did, your eyes and mouth would start feeling a little watery. So you immediately knew what was about to happen. Without a word to your girlfriends, you took off down the hall while Gretchen had been in the middle of talking.

"and then we should- wha- huh?" She was so bewildered that she couldn't even form words as she just stood there, wide eyed watching you run away.

The three exchanged confused glances, wondering if they should follow after you. It wasn't like you to just dip on them like that.

"Maybe she forgot something?" Regina thought out loud, trying to justify whatever that was.

"Oh my gosh-" Karen started to say, getting the two girls attention. Regina raised an eyebrow," no. I forgot." Karen frowned, trying to recall what she had been going to say. Regina sighed.

They stood there debating what to do for another minute or so but you had returned anyways, so it didn't matter. You tried making yourself look presentable, hoping it wasn't obvious to them that you'd just thrown up.

"What was that about?" Regina asked you, looking you up and down to take in your appearance. You seemed relatively fine to her, maybe a little tired but that was all she could pick up on.

"Oh, um... I thought I forgot something in my last class." You lied, hoping they wouldn't question it further. They shrugged and carried on, you sighed in relief.

The rest of the day the four of you spent hanging out at malls, eating fast food and whatever else. You didn't eat a whole lot and you kept excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. Catching Gretchen's attention. She decided to follow you after the fifth time of this happening within the span of three hours; that was definitely odd for you.

She walked in and froze when she heard the sound of vomiting, you were the only one in the bathroom besides herself. So she knew it had to be you. Had you been throwing up all day? Were they that oblivious to how you were feeling?

The stall door opened before she even had time to react and the two of you stared at each other. You froze, she froze. Then she rushed over to you and the first thing she did was feel your temperature, making you grimace at her cold touch.

"Oh my God, baby! You're burning." She frowned, feeling again to make sure she had felt that right. You were boiling. Though you personally felt cold. She looked into your eyes," why didn't you say anything? We would have brought you home."

"Didn't want to ruin your plans," You murmured, feeling beyond exhausted now. Throwing up always seemed to just take all of you energy.

Gretchen sighed and wrapped her arm around yours, helping you out of the bathroom and over to Regina and Karen.

"We need to get her home," Gretchen explained, Regina raised an eyebrow and gave you a once over. You did not look well.

"Definitely. Just don't throw up in my fucking car," Regina pointed at you, Karen came over to your other side and kissed your forehead. Her and Gretchen took most of your weight so walking back was easier on you.

You absolutely did throw up in Regina's car.

Regina wasn't happy. Though she saved her anger for another day; knowing you couldn't handle a lecture right now.

The girls got you in bed and changed into fresh clothes with a bedside cup of water. Gretchen curled up in bed with you, followed by Karen while Regina cuddled up on the outside. She really doesn't like when people are sick and tries to keep her distance, no matter who it is.

The evening was spent with cuddles, movies and just all around relaxing. You were sick a few more times, but Gretchen was always there to help you out and Karen definitely tried to as well. Though she seemed a little more lost on that front.

[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

Jealous Ex!Katsuki x Fem!Reader

A/N: this is totally not based off of how i wish my ex acted when i had a creep hitting on me ha.

MDNI - SMUT BELOW CUT.

WARNINGS: ANGST/COMFORT, SLEAZY CREEP, HURT, UNPROTECTED SEX, RECONCILIATION SEX, DRUNK SEX

-

It’s been six months. And I’m one drink down for every month since he left me. So I really shouldn’t feel as sick as I do when a random wraps their arm around my waist.

He tugs me into his scrawny, shirtless figure and my stomach lurches.

Everything smells of stale cigarette smoke. 

This is wrong.

Gently I push the stranger off, wandering back towards the bar. A tired smile from the bartender greets me.

“Hi lovely,” I smile, jumping up on the barstool.

“What can I do for you babes?” The small person hums, mousy hair flopping across their face.

“Can you make me another one of those yummy cocktails? Y’know, the one with the fireball and the-” I start, leaning inwards.

“The one that tastes like autumn?” They finish, a knowing smile.

“Yes!” I can feel my head slosh as I nod. Maybe I’m more tipsy than I thought. 

Unwanted arms twist around my waist yet again.

“Hey pretty,” Unkempt long hair tickles my shoulder. Hot breath on my neck. 

“I’m gonna go back to dancing,” I excuse myself, untangling us. Clutching my drink, I weave in and out of the crowd. The warmth is more uncomfortable than it was before, sticky and clammy.

A pain in my shoulder, my drink wasted on myself and the floor.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” I start, embarrassment heating my cheeks.

“Hey, watch where you’re-” A voice, so familiar it hurts. Low, and consistently gravelly.

“y/n.” Shock changes his tone. Aggression turns soft. My heart squeezes.

Six months.

Six months and I’m still so undeniably in love with Bakugou Katsuki it hurts me.

“Hi,” I mumble, eyes trained on my hands.

He clears his throat and my eyes can’t help but follow the noise. 

Rubies.

I always said his eyes were rubies.

Not the blood of his enemies, like Kaminari so often joked.

Rubies.

Warmth and pain mixes inside of me, and I find myself biting my tongue.

I love you.

It would be so easy to say.

“Aww did you spill ya drink pretty? ‘S okay, I’ll get you another one.” Cigarette overtakes my smell and I do everything not to gag.

“Um, I’m actually gonna head home.” Shaking the man off yet again, I go to turn around.

“Ooh, ready for some fun are we? Lead the way, beautiful.” Hands around my waist, and my throat closes.

“No.” I shake my head, squirming out of his arms yet again.

“Aww, but baby” His arms are tighter this time, face nuzzled into my neck.

“Oi, she told you to fuck off.” Katsuki steps forward, and I go to turn my head.

“Ha, you’re just jealous that I’m gonna get somma this tonight.” Wet warmth trails up my neck and I cringe away.

Stifling hold is suddenly tugged away.

“She’s not interested, dickhead. Now fuck off before I make you.” Katsuki’s voice is grim, fearless. All I can focus on is wiping the saliva off my neck.

“Fuckin fine. She’s not that cute anyway.” I hear a huff becoming more and more distant.  

Another arm. New, but old; drapes across my shoulders.

“Gonna walk you home to make sure no more creeps try’nd attack you.” Katsuki mumbles, gently guiding me through the crowd.

“Thanks,” I whisper.

The outside air is cold, drawing me closer to the man’s core heat. Small sparks on my shoulder act as a radiator.

The walk is quiet, and my head swims too much to understand if its comfortable or uncomfortable. 

Only when we reach my apartment, does his warm arm leave me. 

As if it’s muscle memory, he lifts up the pot plant; grabbing the spare key and letting us in. Kicking off my shoes, I wander towards the next best warmth I can get.

My bed is cushy, a welcome comfort.

Katsuki enters not too long after, water and toast in hand.

“You need to eat before you sleep,” He says, plopping down next to me.

Rubies, full of warmth.

“Why are you being so nice?” I mumble, eyes stinging.

I miss this. I miss him.

“Cause I fucked up,” He whispers.

“What did you do this time, Bakugou?” I sigh, picking up the glass.

“I hurt someone because I didn’t want them to hurt me first.”

My heart hitches.

“But then I realised that all I did was hurt both of us, for no goddamn reason.”  The water splashes against the sides of the glass as I tremble uncontrollably.

“She won’t even say my name anymore.” The grief is heavy in his voice, breaking it gently. And I can’t hold back my tears.

“You said you didn’t love me anymore,” My voice warbles past the lump in my throat.

“I knew you could do better,” He mumbles, picking at the duvet he helped me choose.

“I don’t want better!” I cry, gripping the glass.

“I want you.” Glancing over, I can’t help but stare.

Bakugo Katsuki does not cry.

Yet diamonds fall from rubies.

“Then be mine again. Please.” He whispers, voice catching. 

And all I can do is nod.

Coolness of glass leaves my hands. Warmth cradles my cheeks.

“Thank you baby,” His lips meet mine, and I’m home. 

Home tastes like cheap cola from the bar. 

Home is our teeth clashing as we smile through tears and kisses. 

Home is my fingers twisting through staticy blond.

“I missed you so much,” I whisper against his jaw.

“Missed you more.” Strong arms pull me effortlessly into his lap. His hands stay on my hips, tracing gentle circles.

“Lemme show you how much I missed you.” Katsuki asks, tugging me impossibly closer. Kisses tickle down my neck, and my entire body floods with adoration.

“Please,” I nuzzle into his hair, savouring the closeness. I jerk my neck away as he gently bites exactly where he knows I hate.

“Katsuki,” I whine, shoving his face away. A warm chuckle reverberates through his chest. The sound is contagious, making bubbles in my chest.

“You’re an ass,” I bite back my smile, gentling pushing him further.

“Yeah, but I’m your ass.” He mumbles, pulling me back in. Arms push me down, feeling him grow beneath me.

My body clenches excitedly, as familiar hands start tracing up my stomach.

“Take this stupid thing off,” His voice vibrates against my neck, as he tugs at the hem of my top.

“Hm,” I muse loudly, deciding to have some fun. “No, I don’t think so.”

“You little shit,” He growls fondly, pushing the top up as his hands wander further. A gentle squeeze to my breasts is all I need to continue my attack on his jaw.

“But I’m your little shit,” I mock inbetween kisses. I feel his jaw clench beneath my touch.

“Alright, thats it.” He huffs, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Suddenly, I’m off his lap; the bed bouncing at my sudden shift in weight. The bubbles in my chest build until they burst into a fit of giggles.

“There’s my pretty woman,” Katsuki smiles, eyes soft. Gently, he fully removes my top. And then his own.

The warmth of skin on skin is a comfort I’ve missed oh so much. 

Obviously, Katsuki missed it just as much; face disappearing into the valley between my breasts. 

Soft kisses leave pins and needles, and I reach for his hand. In an instant, our fingers are interlocked.

Like he never left.

I revel in the moment, using my free hand to trace patterns on his shoulders.

Small sparks greet my skin as his other hand massages my thigh. I feel myself dampen at the closeness - leaning into his touch.

“You sure you want this pretty woman? You’re still tipsy,” Its so odd, hearing such soft words from such a hardened, aggressive man. 

“Please, Kats” I breathe, moving my hand to his hair. A hum of agreement, and his loving assault continues.

I keep tracing patterns, unintentionally digging down as his hands get close to where I want them - no - need them to be.

A ghost of a touch, and I’m pushing myself up to meet him.

“Missed me that bad, did we?” He scoffs in amusement, fingers circling my clothed clit.

“Like you’re one to talk,” I mumble, cheeks heating. Softly grinding on me, my breath hitches.

“Sorry baby, but I’m not waiting anymore,” He whispers, pulling my panties off; his boxers following suit.

Rubies bore into me, sparkling with adoration.

And suddenly, pain and pleasure all in one.

“C’mon, you’re okay. You can take it.” Katsuki praises as he thrusts in. I blink through watery eyes, nodding.

The movement is slow at first, just until the pain falls away. 

Then, its relentless. 

The sound of skin on skin echoes through my small apartment, going at an unholy speed. My toes scrunch as I’m sent into ecstasy.

“See how much I missed you?” Hands grasp my hair, moving my head to the side to leave kiss after kiss.

“See how much I love you?” He grunts into my neck, suckling right near my jaw. Words fail, leaving me only able to whimper in response.

“Yeah that’s right,” He whispers to me, fastening his pace. More whines bubble past my lips.

“Love you so much, never gonna leave again, you hear that?” His words a near hiss, nipping my neck gently.

“Kats, kats, please,” I beg, gripping onto him for dear life. My stomach coils, and I don’t know how long I’ll last.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He encourages, pushing deeper, faster.

I break, legs spasming as I gush.

But Kastuki doesn’t stop.

Instead, he pushes my ankles up near my ears - keeping his relentless pace. Tears spill over my cheeks at the overstimulation.

“Just a little longer, okay?” He promises, hot breath painting my thighs. I nod frantically, practically melting into the bed.

But the coil tightens again, and I can’t help but squirm.

“Come on, together this time. Where do you want me?” Katsuki asks, somehow pumping harder.

“Inside,” I croak through tears. It’s too much.

An eyebrow raises.

“You wan’t me to make you a mama, that it?” He huffs, beads of crystalline sweat coating his brow.

“Mhm,” I whine, clenching at the thought.

“Fuck, y/n.” He grunts, burying himself into me.

Warmth floods me, and my blond lover collapses ontop of me.

“Love you so much, Katsuki,” I whisper, tangling my hands through his hair. I press a gentle kiss to his temple.

“Love you more, dumbass.” He sighs, kissing wherever he can reach. 

-BONUS-

“I guess this means you’re reinvited to Tsu and ‘Chako’s wedding.” I hum, scratching his head.

“The fuck you mean ‘reinvited’?” Katsuki snarls sleepily, nuzzling into my neck.

“Honey, you were my plus one. You never got your own invite,” I gently remind him, amusement tickling my insides.

“What cunts.” He grumbles, pulling me close.

“Katsuki!”

[hwhimsypc]

Too Busy Being Yours

Keigo Tamaki (Hawks)/Reader

Note: first smut (except that one omegaverse i did with my friend on Ao3, but please bear with me, this is probably bad.) Anyway!

Warnings: 18+ (pretty vanilla), Not proofread

Summary: You don't like Hawks, until a late night of unexpected, Passionate events take place.

Word count: 1857

Enjoy!

Your heels click on the floor as you try to follow Hawks’ quick steps. His long legs makes it difficult to follow him while wearing stilettos. The pile of papers are tightly pressed against your chest, as you desperately try not to drop them. You’re barely looking where you’re going, and almost hit two people. Hawks is pulling you along by your arm, and he’s the only reason you haven’t hit anything yet. 

“Can you slow down?” You hiss between your teeth. He turns his head, a cocky smile perched on his lips. 

“Can’t keep up?”

You roll your eyes. Hawks was always teasing you in the worst situations possible, when you were least in the mood for it. 

“I told you we had to leave earlier.”

“Whatever you say.” He turns back. You’ll be there soon. 

Hawks always had a tack for being late. Being his assistant was by far the most stressful job you’ve ever had. And his constant jokes and cheerfulness were draining sometimes. Even if it was uplifting when you’d had a bad morning. 

You finally get to the interview, in a small apartment on a street corner. You stop to catch your breath, sweat immediately collecting on your brow. Of course, Hawks was irritatingly unaffected. 

“See ya later, darling,” he winks, and you shake your head, ignoring him. You were stressed. This interview gave you a bit of time to focus on all the paperwork you were behind on. 

You of course, don’t see Hawks’ smile quickly fading when he realises you weren’t really affected by his teasing. Funny. He wasn’t used to that. 

Hawks rising in popularity meant more paperwork for you. And paperwork for a top 3 hero wasn’t something that could wait until morning. A headache had been forming behind your forehead for the past two hours and it was simply getting too hard to ignore. You sigh, pushing out your chair, getting up to get yourself another cup of coffee. Was this your fifth today? Your seventh? It doesn’t matter, anyway. The only thing filling your brain is heroes, interviewers and media. The tiredness wasn’t allowed to nudge its way in. You couldn’t afford that. 

You’re so lost in thought, you don’t feel the presence sneaking up on you. Only when two warm hands grab your shoulders and you shriek, heart jumping in your throat. 

“What are you doing here so late?” And oh, it’s just Hawks. You groan, pushing his hand away. 

“Fuck off.” 

You turn to walk away again, suddenly forgetting what it was you came for. But Hawks isn’t giving up so easily. 

“Aww, come on, humour me.”

You’ve had enough. 

You turn around, grabbing his collar in anger. Of course, he doesn’t budge an inch. But it certainly feels good, and you’re tired and irritated, frustrated and angry. And you just… explode. 

“Don’t test me! This has been too long of a day… a week… a month… a year for that matter. You’ve tested my limits every day, for however long I have worked for you, I’m so fucking sick of being your plaything. You don’t respect me, you don’t respect my work-”

“Y/n.”

“You don’t seem to care for how I’m doing, just constantly putting more pressure on me. You never take a moment to stop and think. Maybe you’re not the fucking only person in the world.”

“Y/n.”

“Maybe, for just a second, could you care about someone that isn't you. And maybe, just maybe, would you think it isn’t my job to take care of you when you’re alone or sad, I’m your assistant for god's sake, you big!… fucking!… man baby!”

“Y/n! Oh my god, listen!”

You push him back. “But you never listen to me!”

Hawks’ eyes are wild. He looks flabbergasted, as surprised as you’ve ever seen him. But his open mouth slowly forms into a smirk. Your stomach drops. Whether it’s in anticipation, fear, or maybe even excitement, you don’t know. 

“Oh but I do. About the things that are important.”

You tsk. “What things?”

He looks too smug, as he starts to speak. 

“I know that you deeply hate the guy from block 1.”

You stare at him with wide eyes. 

“I do not-”

He laughs. “Don’t play smart. You frown everytime he opens his mouth during meetings, and always object when he has an idea. It’s obvious.”

Obvious, yet only you’ve noticed. 

It’s your turn to look flabbergasted now. 

“Okay, so maybe he’s not my favourite person in the world, you’re right about that.”

Hawks smiles. 

“And you never wear your hair up. I take it you don’t like the sensation.”

It had never really caught your attention, just how much notice Hawks took of you, compared to how little you took of him. You’re borderline speechless. This always happens to everyone around you. His fans, coworkers, but never you. You 're never affected. The man takes notice, and he suddenly seems closer than before. 

“Cat got your tongue?”

If this were five minutes ago, you would’ve sighed and rolled your eyes. But now, you’re silent. 

“I just- I didn't know.”

His fingers find Your neck and goosebumps travel through your whole body. 

“Didn't know what? That I like you?”

Your immediate reaction is of course, denial. 

“That doesn't make any sense. Why would a pro hero be into someone like-”

But you don't get to finish, as he suddenly pulls you close. 

“I’m going to kiss you. That okay?”

 You’re so surprised that you just freeze, staring up into his big, owlish eyes. You can’t tell what kind of emotion hides behind them. 

“Okay,” you whisper, feeling the desire pull in your chest, more intense than you’d ever experienced. Before you get to take another breath, Hawks lips are on yours, soft and wanting, like this is the last time he’s going to kiss you. You really hope that’s not the case. 

Breathing is the last thing on your mind as your mouths passionately move together. You’re clutching his shirt hard, and you can feel his erection growing against you. 

“I wanna eat you out,” he says, biting your earlobe. The surprisement from all of this has still not entirely passed, but you’ve decided to just go with it. 

“Please,” you moan, and it comes out a lot more desperately than you’d anticipated. You clumsy move towards your desk, his lips sucking eagerly on your neck as you both try to unzip your skirt. He hits a spot on the end of your neck that feels incredibly ticklish and good, and you moan a bit too eagerly as he desperately pushes all of the papers off of your desk in one swipe. 

You feel a stab of irritation in your chest, and is about to give him a piece of your mind, before he pushes you down with practised ease. His incredible strength really comes to sight in a situation like this. It turns you on a lot more than you’d thought it would. you seem to get surprised a lot today.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

You’re pretty sure he’d be able to spread them just fine himself, but you still listen, flinching a bit when the cold air hits your aching cunt. You’re so wet already that it’s almost embarrassing. 

He grips your thighs securely, kissing up your inner thighs. You’re so wet that you can feel the slick dripping down to your asshole. 

As soon as he gets started, Hawks is unstoppable. He eats you out like he’s starving. You’re too gone to be embarrassed about the wet squelching sounds, as he eagerly sucks your clit with the confidence of an experienced man. Your legs are shaking, and you’re sure that there will be marks tomorrow from where his fingers grip your thighs tightly. 

“Don’t, ngh- don’t stop!” you loudly breathe out, voice trembling as you, to your utmost surprise, suddenly cum. Everything feels overwhelming as he stops, lifting his head, his whole underface covered in your wetness. 

“You’re acting like I would ever,” he says, a bit out of breath. You can’t deny your attraction to him anymore, especially in a moment like this. “You taste too sweet,” his voice drops an octave as he leans closer to your face, breathing against your lips. “You can’t imagine how long I've wanted to do this. I could go on all night, until you’re completely dry. And then in the morning, I want to fuck you until my body gives out.”

That would take a while, especially with the incredible stamina he has, you think, feeling as if you’re in some kind of pleasant haze. 

“You don’t know how feral I am for you, y/n. It’s scaring even myself.”

You stare up at him in surprise, suddenly unsure of what to do. But you don’t need to be sure about anything, as Hawks leads you through it. 

He pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you, as you wonder how you’re even able to take this. On an uncomfortable desk at that. But true to his word, you’re riding him like you’ve never ridden anyone ever before in his apartment a few hours later as the earliest sunlight start to stream through the curtains. 

Hawks face is pulled back in pleasure as he slides his hands up your hips, shamelessly studying your bouncing breasts. 

“You’re so good for me,” he grumbles, and you let out a pleased whine at the praise. The sheets under you are soaked, but with the way Hawks is praising and caressing you, you feel like you could go on forever. 

His mouth drops open, and you can tell that he’s about to cum. You increase your pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting impossibly louder. You just hope the neighbours won’t complain tomorrow. 

It’s incredibly thrilling, having the famous pro hero in the palm of your hand like this.

“I’m going to cum,” He warns, and not even a second later, warmth suddenly fills your belly as his white seeds coat your walls. You cum yourself only seconds later, resisting the urge not to scream as you feel his cum dribble down onto the sheets, your body spasming with the shocks. You hold back a wince at the distant thought that you’d maybe scratched his back a bit too hard. You’ll have to remember to ask him later if he’s okay. But for now, you can barely keep your eyes open. 

“Can we stay like this for a little while?” He asks, and you nod faintly, resting your head on his shoulder. Not a single thought passes behind your eyes, only the warmth of your bodies sticking together and Hawks, Hawks, Hawks. 

You didn’t care about the mess. Right now, you only cared about him. And that was enough.

[anakinsbaee]

distraction - m.s

summary: after a painful conversation with Matt, where he harshly ended your friendship, you are left heartbroken and confused

warnings: sad, bsfmatt, cussing, use of y/n, not proofread

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this is kinda really bad lmfao

my inbox is always open to requests <3

You sat alone in your room in the middle of your bed. Has it ever been this quiet? The cars from outside would drive past your apartment, that’s all you can hear. It’s only 8pm and I have nothing to do. You quietly sobbed

Matt just dropped me off. That’s all I can remember.

Nick called you 

N: “Y/n?”

You: “Nick?

What happened?”

N: “Matt is crying. What the fuck happened in that car ride?”

You: “Oh. I..” You didn’t want to think about it honestly.

Flashback

“I just don’t feel like we can be friends anymore.” Matt said, his tone dripping with disgust

“What?” You froze. He was joking. Right?

“We all talked, we just think you're a distraction.” He held the bridge of his nose.

“Did you?” You croaked out

“What did Nick say?” You were in defeat, no way Nick would actually say that. And as well as Chris?

“It doesn’t really matter what he said. I think you are a distraction” he said shifting uncomfortably in his carseat.

“Oh.” Your heart broke into a million pieces. You’ve always liked Matt. He was your favorite.

“I’m sorry.” You tried to say. But your throat felt like it was blocked and you couldn’t even swallow. Your face was hot, you just wanted to go home.

“I’ll drop you off.” He said his words were a bit lightened.

 If he never said anything I would’ve been home 10 minutes earlier.

I wouldn’t be crying.

The engine was humming, that's how loud the silence was. No words spoken, no sounds. 

Nothing.

Now: 

N: “Why the fuck did he say that?”

You shrugged like he could see you through the phone. Your head falls into your hands.

You: “I wish I could tell you.” Your voice a bit raspy

A few minutes pass by and it was filled with silence

N: “Hey okay I’m going to help Matt alright?” He says in an almost whisper.

You: “Alright”

You didn’t like that you had all this time on your hands to think about it, to replay it in your head over and over again.

So you got dressed and called your friend to see if you can forget it all and go to a club.

You applied the last of your mascara. 

You didn’t even recognize yourself, it felt like you’ve completely alternated but that wasn’t true. 

At least that’s what you were trying to force yourself to think.

You exited out of the uber and entered the club.

“God!” You yelled it was extremely loud

“Oh my god Y/n!” Her voice was slurred but anyone could recognize it’s your best friend Bri.

“You actually fuckin’ came?” She laughed and gave you her drink

“Here sip. S’good right?”

You nodded trying to not puke already, that was the most terrible drink ever but it’s beer what did you expect.

You went over to the cooler and grabbed yourself your own beer and chugged it.

“So why are ya here?” Bri asked “Did a guy break your pretty heart?” She giggled

“Something like that, remember Matt? Oh yeah he fucked me up”

Hours later, and 3 beers later. (You weren’t much of a drinker to be honest)

“Does Matt really hate me?” You thought to yourself

You’ve grown sick of being here suddenly it was too hot, too loud, too many people. 

You checked your phone

3:26am

You left the club you didn’t want to get into an uber afraid you were going to puke in it.

Everyone was most likely asleep right now. 

Except for one person

The phone rang on maybe until the 3rd ring

“Hello?” He groaned, his voice was deep and tired

“Matt?” You sniffled 

“Y/n are you okay? Where are you?”

“IdontknowIwannagohome!” you said really fast and sobbed

“Fuck, let me keys I’m coming” You heard jangling and the call ended

The realisation quickly hits you. You called Matt, the one you literally just fought. What the fuck were you doing?

You sat at the curb, waiting for him, that's all you could do. 

He pulls up, you could instantly recognize his minivan. You snickered to yourself, you always teased him about it.

You opened the passenger seat and sat down

“Are you okay?” A worried look plastered on his face

You nodded, your lips jutting. Trying not to cry

“Listen Y/n I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-” He realized it might not be the best time to talk so he just drove.

“I have a bag here um, just throw up in there I guess” He place the bag in my lap

“Matt, you never told me what I was distracting you from.” you swallowed

“I never meant it. I thought you were.. Distracting me from.. Our videos.” he admitted embarrassed. “I’m sorry” he whispered looking at me “Also heres a jacket it’s fucking cold out here”

You hummed as he threw the jacket over your shoulders.

Holding tightly on the jacket around your shoulders you fell asleep.

We arrived at my apartment

“Y/n” He tapped my shoulder “We’re here”

I shook “Huh?” I looked around, noticing my apartment. I slipped off the jacket and took off my seatbelt.

“Thank you so much.” You smiled 

“Of course, but, Y/n look I’m sorry.” The moonlight shined on his face, the outline of his puffy eyes indicated that he did indeed cry.

I just hugged him

“It’s okay.” You whispered into his hair

He hugged you back tightly

“Wait actually. Can you stay over?”

He smirked

“No! Fuck off not like that!” You furrowed your brows annoyed

“Yeah, yeah I know” He rolled his eyes smiling

“I don’t like sleeping alone, y’know” you said quietly

He nodded and we both got out of the car. 

You got to your door and unlocked it and headed inside throwing everything to the floor, your purse, shoes. You left his jacket hanging and went into your room. Matt followed

You slipped out of your dress without a warning 

Matt’s eyes widen and instantly turns around his face flushed

You threw on some sweatpants and a random big shirt (Matt’s shirt)

“Do you need any clothes?” You offered

“Nah I’m good” He cleared his throat

“C’mere” You yawned inviting him to bed. He joined you taking off his socks and stretching

Matt wraps his arms around you and plays with your hair.

“I’m sorry. Genuinely”

You looked at him “I know.” You snuggled into his chest and yawned

You fell asleep instantly, in his warm embrace.

I HATE THIS SO MUCH

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Don't Be a Sweat

Pairing: Gamer Yunho x Gamer Fem Reader

Genre: Smut & Fluff

Warnings: Sub Yunho, dom reader, fem reader and parts but no fem names, cum eating, exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe pls), cursing, if its anything I missed pls let me know.

Word count: 4.8K (one day I'll get past 4k lol)

A/N: First sub Fic, I think I did an okay job but let me know if you like it!

Minors dni

Smut under the cut

The door to your best friend’s room opens and you and her walk into it, you both plop down on her bed tired from a long day of socializing. You both decided to do attend a "group date" that the designated match maker of your friend group set up. 3 hours of karaoke with the lamest guys you think you've ever met it was so dreadful and boring, you would have much rather been home streaming yourself playing overwatch or the new PSN free games of the month.

"I know what you're thinking Y/N." Your best friend turned to you and said,

"And what am I think little Ms. Mind reader."

"You're thinking "God those guys sucked I bet they couldn't even beat me in a 1v1 on Minecraft." or something like that." you both laughed.

"Good effort but you can't 1v1 on Minecraft there is no fighting on it, Minecraft is-"

"Ah- spare me the nerdy details I hear enough gamer bullshit with my brother. Anyway, what the hell was she thinking setting us up with that pack of losers of the year." She laughs and shakes her head.

"Oh god did you hear the one ranting about all women wanting money." you joined her in her laughing.

"If you're gonna ask me my income you're gonna need to cook and clean blah blah blah go live in the fucking 50s then! Oh, and the one that hounded you when you told him that you're a streamer."

"I bet I could beat you at this! I bet you've never heard of this! Like gag me, literally."

You two started laughing louder at your impressions of the men, they truly were just that pathetic, but to you, every man was.

Being a streamer, you run into your fair share of overly misogynistic incels that hate you just because you like games and have a vagina but in reality they would crumble at your feet if they ever saw you. Hot women that play games make men angry for some reason and you wanted nothing more than to break them down . Beating them after they whine about how you're a terrible and only popular because you're pretty, always made you smile. It was kind of a sick enjoyment you got out of beating them but who care, sweats get no sympathy from you.

Speaking of sweats as you and your best friend were enjoying having a laugh you suddenly heard loud knocking on the door. Your best friend rolled her eyes.

"Ugh What!" she knew exactly who it was.

The bedroom door swung open and in walked your best friends twin brother Yunho. Yunho was also a gamer like you, very tall and handsome but you two have never seen eye to eye. Ever since the day you became friends with BF/N Yunho terrorize you. Calling you names,  embarrassing you in front of guys, making fun of your hair and outfits and just being an all-around bully. Eventually feelings became mutual, and you only put yourself around him to hang out with your friend but other then that you and Yunho couldn’t even have a conversation with out arguing.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up already? I’m trying to play squads with the guys, and they can barely hear me over you two.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever they will live.” Your best friend said while trying to wave her brother off.

You let out another giggle “You guys can barely shoot straight I’m sure we aren’t the reason you guys are losing, y’all just suck.”

You and BF/N started laughing together again as she slapped your shoulder.

“Ohhh Y/N maybe we should invite Yunhos friends over they are actually kinda hot and a few game like you, you’ll really like the really hot one uhm what’s his name- oh San!”

“Ooouuu, he sounds sexy, maybe we should invite them over.”

“As fucking if, my friends would never date a chick like Y/N.” Yunho rolled his eyes.

“And what the hell kinda chick am I Yunho.” You folded your arms and tilted your head ready to pop off at him.

“The kinda chick who can’t keep a guy even if he was locked in her basement because no one wants her ugly ass.”

“Now I’m ugly? Well, who dyed their hair Blonde just to get a girl that ended up fucking everyone BUT you.”

His ears and face turned red in embarrassment.

“Sis, you told her about that?”

“Yuyu, I had too, I wanted her to feel bad so you guys could talk, and you could finally tell her you like her.”

Boy if his face wasn’t red then it sure was red now, he even tried wiping the embarrassment off.

“What !? As if I would like some girl that spends all her time gaming and talking shit online like a fucking loser. I’d never date someone like her!”

“Good cause it’ll never fucking happen, maybe I should do what BF/N said and fuck your friend just to piss you off!” You stood up at this point, who the hell does he think he is calling you a loser.

“Fuck you Y/N!” He yelled before walking out and slamming the door, thank God Yunho and BF/N moved out and into their shared apartment so their parents didn’t hear the argument.

You plopped back down on the bed.

“God what the fuck is his problem? It’s like he hates my guts for no reason.”

“It’s just like I said Y/N, the boy likes you.” She yawned and stood up to change into her sleeping clothes.

“What? BF/N be serious here.”

She finished getting ready for bed and you got up to change into the shorts and shirt you brought with you to spend the night.

“I am being serious; he’s always liked you that’s why he’s mean to you.”

She got up and turned off the lights and got under the covers, you did too, you two faced each other.

“If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself tomorrow, good night, Y/N.”

“…night.”

You two eventually drifted off to sleep but your mind was still racing, did Yunho really like you? Isn’t that “boy is mean to the girl he likes” trope only in moves and poorly written fan fics? (Girl I’m trying my best)

Around 2am you were woken up by Yunho yelling, he was most likely playing the game with his friend, you could hear him faintly saying “Bro get him” and “Fuck” in the next room. You were going to go back to sleep but decided to see if what your friend said was true because it was slowly eating you up. You got up and walked to the room next door and knocked on his door. You could hear him telling his friends he would be back and then he opened the door. He had on random graphic tee and some grey sweatpants; fuck why does it have to be grey sweatpants. His room was nice, the lights were out but the LED strips around his bed still lit up the room.

“Oh, its you, what do you want?”

“Um, well can I talk to you for a second?”

“I mean I guess…” he walked back over to the gaming chair that was stationed in front of his TV and sat back down.

You decided to sit on his bed on the edge facing the TV and there was a brief awkward silence before he broke it.

“You came to my room just to sit here and stare?”

“No…um…”

“Spit it out dude God, what’s your problem why can’t you be normal?”

Even with you trying to talk to him he just pisses you off.

“I heard you got the new street fighter game, lets play it.”

“What ?”

“Yea let play, loser has to do whatever the winner says.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, no I’m going back to playing with my friends.” He picked up his controller and put his headset back on. You just couldn’t understand why Yunho was so mean to you, what you ever did or why he just woke up and chose to treat you this badly. If what your friend said was true then you needed to find out, tonight! While Yunho continued to play with his friends you took matters into your own hands and snatched his headset and controller.

“What are you-“

“Sorry, Yunho is busy he’ll get back on later.” You said directly into the mic then quit his game mid match.

“Y/N What the fuck is your deal?”

“Shut up.”

He sat quietly while you started up the street fighter game, you tossed him back his controller and grabbed the unoccupied one and turned it on.

“Now like I said, loser has to do what ever the winner says got it?”

“…fine”

“Good.”

You two selected your characters and the match started, 3 rounds, unlimited time. You and Yunho played while making random grunting sounds and shouting one worded taunt but even he couldn’t match up to your acute game skill. The match ended with you as the winner, and you raised your hands in victory.

“That was such BS.”

“Don’t be a sore loser YuYu.”

“Don’t call me that! I’m not a kid any more Y/N.”

“Whatever, since I won you have to do whatever I say now.”

“What do you want me to do.”

“Hmm…for now you have to sit next to me on the bed.” You said in a slightly shaky voice.

He arched his eyebrow but chose not to question it getting up from his gaming chair and sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. Your heart started to beat a bit faster, Yunho has never made you feel this way before but with the thought that he may like you in mind it made you feel a bit shy.

“Earth to Y/N, come on let’s go again.”

“Y-yeah okay let’s play.”

Why was this making you so shy, you aren’t that kind of person especially for Yunho, so why is the thought of him liking you driving you crazy. You had zoned out thinking and didn’t realize you were losing, by the time you snapped out of it you had lost the match.

“I thought you were supposed to be some awesome ass gamer, that was terrible.”

“Shut up! What do you want me to do ?”

“How about you play in just your bra from now on.”

You scoffed because you knew that he was doing this to embarrass you, you knew he just wanted to belittle you. Even if he did like you, he was still an ass, and you were determined to finally put him in his place.

“Fine you want to play it like that, say less.”

You took off your night shirt and Yunho looked back at the TV to get ready to play the next round. Round after round Yunho lost to you because you had to show him who’s the top gamer here. You kept his theme of stripping, and he was left playing in just his underwear, his face was red as a tomato, and he was flustered playing. The next round started, and he pulled the ultimate foul move of gaming, pausing to see the move list.

“Come on YuYu don’t be scared of losing.” You laughed at his embarrassment.

He growled lowly. “Shut up, why are we even doing this anyways?”

“I have my reasoning, so come on and lose like a champ.”

Your eyes focused back on the TV and before he could unpause the game to take his loss, a message from one of his gaming friends came up.

xX_CallMeDaddyMin_Xx: Yo, Yunho did you screw that streamer chick your sister is friends with finally lol.

You both read the message and before you both could react another friend sent another message; you realize it’s coming from the group party chat. You disconnected his mic but forgot to leave the party too.

__bl00dy__San__: Yeah, tell her how you always watch her streams, probs jack off to them to lmaooooo.

Before anymore messages could come through, he turned off the TV.

“Ge-Get out I’m going to bed.”

He was a blushing mess, everyone just kept outing his little secrets today, he got under the covers and covered his face, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him, he was so cute when he was shy, and you hated to admit it. You crawled up next to him, now was your chance to get some revenge.

“Come on YuYu, tell me if what they said was true.” You snaked your hand under the covers slowly, trickling down his leg.

“Leave me alone.”

“Do you watch my streams YuYu?”

“Go the hell away Y/N” he said in a muffled shy voice, you needed to tease him more now, this was your area of expertise. Once again you were used to toxic guys trying to come into your streams to harass you, but you had a love for turning those same yelling dickheads to whimpering messes, it gave you so much power, and to finally have that advantage over the same guy that has bullied you for years. You were going to enjoy this way more then you should, and so was he, you reached up and whispered into his ear.

“Why YuYu? Don’t wanna admit you like to watch me stream even though you hate me.”

Your hands reached his V line, you played with the band of his boxers.

“I-I don’t hate you…”

“Oh really? How do I make you feel then YuYu?”

Your hands dived into his boxers, and you found his semi hard length, you started to rub up and down the shaft slowly to really tease him. One thing you hated to admit about Yunho was that he was packing. You grew up seeing him in all kinds of clothing and sometimes would see the outline, but you’d rather choke then admit he had a big dick but now that you’re feeling it it’s undeniable.

His bit back a small moan at the feel of your fingers on him, his mind was racing, the girl he’s been madly in love with since they were snot nosed was in his bed feeling him up, how could he possibly function.

“….you’re okay I guess.” He continued to hide his face in the covers.

“No, no little baby, I need a better answer then that, or do you just want me to stop and leave.” You stopped moving your hands but didn’t take them out of his underwear.

“No…please don’t stop.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to stop YuYu? Am I making you feel good? Is that why you watch my streams? Because I make you feel good baby.”

He didn’t respond so it was time to push these answers out of him, or more so rub them out of him. You gripped the base of his length and started to slowly pump his dick, he let out a soft moan at the sudden friction and it made your clit jump, you needed more and so did he.

“You…you look nice when you’re gaming.”

“Aww thank you baby but I’m asking you how I make you feel, so tell me that.”

Moving your hands up and down his shaft you directed your attention to his tip, pumping it tightly as precum slowly oozed out of it, you spread it over his tip the more you pumped, you wish he wasn’t so shy so you could watch his pretty pink tip be teased right now.

“Do I turn you on Yuyu? When I watch and degrade those guys on my stream does it make your dick throb? Do you wish I was talking to you?”

He could barely focus, the slow stroking on his length made him dizzy because the sensation was so strong.

“How about you let me see you Yuyu, let me see you fall apart for the girl you claimed to hate all these years.”

You pull the cover back and pull his dick out of his boxers, his dick was red and ready to burst, the tan shaft had pretty veins bulging on it, he had some girth, but the length was something to look at.

“Wow Yuyu your dick is so pretty for an asshole.”

He covers his face and looks away from you, he didn’t know rather he wanted to disappear or cum, your teasing was so sexy, but he didn’t envision the first sexual encounter with you going like this, but he wasn’t mad at it either. You started to pump his dick even more and moved down to it. As you pumped his dick faster, he bit down on his lips hard.

“Don’t hide YuYu let me see what you look like when you cum, is that what you want baby? You want to cum for me like a desperate little slut?”

“…yes…please…”

“Please what baby?” You kept a steady pace as your grip tightened a bit.

“…please let me cum for you Y/N.”

You grinned a bit at his begging.

“Show me Yuyu, show me how you touch your self when you watch my streams.”

He was shy but he was desperate, he sat up and you removed your hand from his needy dick, and he replaced it with his own. He avoided your gaze, his whole face was red, and his eyes were low, he wanted to cum for you so bad it was driving him crazy. He started to pump his sensitive cock, throwing his head back onto the LED lit bedframe, breathy moans coming from his plush M shaped wet lips.

“Ah…Y/N…please watch me cum.” He tightly closed his eyes as he could feel his climax steadily approaching.

You had a lustful yet evil smile on your face.

“Of course, baby I’ll watch you stroke your slutty dick all night if you want me too, but I want to see more baby so don’t cum just yet, okay?”

He opened his eyes, his vision was hazy, his climax was right on the horizon and having him hold it only made it worse.

“Please…please let me cum for you Y/N” his grip on his shaft was firm as he continued to fall apart under you gazes.

“Mm well since you ask so nicely and you’re so desperate, go ahead and cum for me Babyboy.”

His moans were soft but got louder as his strokes became faster until his came. He shot hot ropes of cum from his throbbing cock, he continued to pump as it shot out and landed on his legs. His chest puffed in and out as he held his dick in his hands, he tilted his head on the side of the headrest of the bed. You giggled at his fucked-out state.

“You’re actually so cute YuYu.” You gathered up all the cum that came out onto your fingers, his eyes opened to see what your next step was. You put your now cum covered fingers into your mouth and sucked all of it off as he watched.

“Come on Yuyu, I want to play some more.” You sat on your legs and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, when you removed it Yunhos eyes was glued to your 2 mountains. You took it a step further and removed your shorts and underwear. Yunhos breathing spiked again and his softened rod started to rise once again.

“Do you want to touch me Yuyu? Go ahead and touch me wherever you like.”

He eagerly nodded his head and reached out both hands and gripped both your breast, he started to massage them.

“Ah~ that feels so good, touch me more okay Yunho.”

He brushed his thumbs over your nipples, and you moaned even more, your aching cunt became hot as you threw your head back.

“Ca-can I kiss you?” he shyly asked.

“Of course, baby.”

He didn’t waste another minute and planted a hot kiss on your lips. You’ve had sex with plenty of guys before and kissed lots of them, but this wasn’t like any kiss you’ve ever had, this kiss had dept and meaning to it, however now that you realized it, this whole moment felt so sensual. His touch on your breast gave you goosebumps and his tongue entering your mouth made you want him even more, you never realized just how much your body yearned for Yunho until now. Your tongues were doing an elaborate dance before he disconnected your mouths.

“Y/N…I need to taste you please…” Before you could even respond he pushed you down and got between your legs.

“You’re such an eager little baby, you want to taste my pretty little pussy that bad?”

He once again nodded eagerly, the look in his eyes looked like he wanted to literally eat you. You decided to give him what he is craving, and you spread your legs nice and wide so he could get a nice view, he leaned down and put his face inches away from your soaking cunt, he was so close you could feel the small breaths he was taking.

“It’s so pretty Y/N” Your face got hot at the compliment, one of the rare times he has complimented you and its about your pussy, you felt like melting. He licked one long stripe from your hole to your clit, then flicked his tongue on your nub, your legs flinched to close, and he swiftly brought his hands up to hold your legs open. He was eating your pussy like he was on death row, and this was the last meal he requested. Your back arched and staggered moans started to come from your mouth. He inserted one then two fingers into your hole, your pussy clenched and unclenched repeatedly around them as he sucked your clit like it was a lollipop. Your hands gripped his newly bleach blonde hair.

“You’re doing so good Yuyu, I’m going to cum on your pretty face if you keep going baby.”

“Please Y/N, please cum on my face, I need more of you.”

He hadn’t even entered you yet and he was already pussy drunk, he kept licking your core like his life depended on it. Your hips started to buck and you grinded down on his face, the feeling of his lips wrapped around your clit and his long slender fingers deep inside you, you had reached your limit. You came on his face, your clit throbbed, your hole started to squeeze his finger tightly, you had a firm grip on his hair, and he kept lapping up your juices. Over stimulation started to kick in and it seemed like Yunho had no plans on stopping anytime soon. You tried to push his face away, but he was stronger than you and kept going.

“Yunho! I’m gonna go crazy and wake your sister up, stop!”

He finally released your swollen nub from his lips and took his fingers out of you, he looked up at you with his face covered in your wetness, his eyes looked to pure and sincere yet the entire scene of him still having your legs spread wide was everything but pure.

“I’m sorry…I just need you so bad Y/N…”

“Then hurry up and fuck me Yuyu.”

His eyes gleamed like a kid that just got told he can open his gifts on Christmas eve and not Christmas.

“R-really? Oh my god okay let me grab a condom.” He excitedly got up and walked over to his dresser. He grabbed on condom from the top drawer, and you could swear you saw his invisible golden retriever tail wagging, he was so cute you giggled to yourself. He walked back over as he was tearing open the condom, he fully removed his boxers before getting back between your legs. He rolled the condom all the way down his length and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Are you sure about this Y/N? We don’t have too if you don’t want to.”

You reached up to cup the side of his face and smiled warmly at him.

“I want this Yuyu, please take me, I need you just as much as you need me right now.”

He leaned down to kiss you deeply and inserted the tip into you. You winced as your pussy began to stretch around his dick. He kept the slower pace as you moaned into his mouth, his length just kept coming, it felt like it was never ending. Once he bottomed out in you, he stopped the kiss.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay baby, I promise.”

He stroked into you once. Twice. Three times. Then stopped deep in you and closed his eyes tightly as he held his position inside of you.

“What’s wrong? I told you I’m okay, you can keep going.”

“I-I know but- I’m not” a rosy blush covered his high cheeks bones yet again and that’s when you put two and two together.

“Yuyu did you…did you cum?”

“…yeah”

He pulled out of you and the condom was filled with his cum, he took the condom off in embarrassment and tossed it into his bedside trash You wanted so badly to tease him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, instead you reached your arms out to invite him in for a hug and he gladly accepted it. He dropped down on your body, and you hugged him tightly, even though he just came his dick was still hard as rock.

“Are you still horny Yuyu?”

“Yea but that was my last condom.”

“So, you are a little slut huh?”

“Not now Y/N” he was still sad that he couldn’t fully experience his first-time having sex with you the way that he wanted too.

“…Are you clean?”

“Of course, what kinda question is that?”

“…well, I am too.”

“What are you saying right now Y/N?” He leaned up to make sure he was understanding exactly what you were saying, and he wasn’t just hearing what he wanted to hear.

“I’m saying…if you want to keep going without a condom…we can…I trust you.”

That was all Yunho had to hear, he leaned back down onto you, and you hugged him again, he reached down and lined himself back up into your entrance and slid his dick back into you. His ear was right by your mouth as you let out a throaty moan, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly, pumping into your pussy slowly and deeply. You gripped both his shoulders and drip your nails into them.

“You feel so good inside me Yuyu it’s so deep.”

He started to pump into you deeply, his tip hitting your spot like it was a drum as he drilled into you. He groaned as the over stimulation and his soon approaching climax was rushing forward.

“I’m about to cum Y/N please cum with me.”

You dragged your nails up and down his back leaving red streaks up and down his back as he stroked deeply into you. You started to see stars; you tried your best to moan quietly but you couldn’t the feeling was too amazing. In perfect sync you two came together, you could feel the hot liquid deep inside you, thank God you were on birth control or you’d for sure be good as pregnant.

He still held you tightly and gave no signs of letting go, his dick softened inside of you.

“Yunho pull out so I can wipe up.”

“I want to stay in you forever Y/N, I love you so much.”

You couldn’t help but smile when he said that.

“I’m so sorry I’ve been so awful to you, it’s not an excuse but you drive me so crazy, and hearing about that stupid group date my sister dragged you too pissed me off so bad. I want to be the only one taking you out, I want to be the only one seeing you like this…” He kept going, just spilling out all these feelings he had held in for years, you felt like your heart was going to explode. As he was still talking, you pulled him into a kiss.

“I like you too loser.” You kissed him again and he slid out of you, you could feel everything seeping out of you, he reached over to his bed side table and grab a few of the tissues that were in the tissue box. He carefully wiped out your overstuffed pussy and threw the tissues away. He pulled the cover over you both and brought you in too cuddle.

“Yunho, I have to sneak back into your sisters’ room before she wakes up.”

The door swung open, and your best friend stood in the door frame with dark circles under her eyes.

“Too fucking late for that, I’m glad you two worked out your feelings for each other but next time do it quietly and when I’m not fucking home.” She slammed the door as she left, and you and Yunho just laid their giggling with each other.

[akiraiscute]

Yandere!Killua X Hunter!Reader

Tw ; Yandere shit, gore (idk what to add)

KILLUA IS A CHILD IN THIS AND SO IS READER. SO ITS NOTHING ELSE THAN KISSING AND HUGGING AND CUDDLING.

Yet all of this could off been avoided, everything could off been avoided if you didn’t go to the hunter exam. Everything, every last detail, every single word you said to both of them but here the fuck you are. Hugging the person who is absolutely obsessed with you, yes you don’t know but still.. its such a horrible move but you’re here with gon, Killua can’t just confess his love for you in front of gon or that blonde guy and black hair guy! That would make it awkward as well. But You were worried sick about killua, you even came with gon and uh, Kurapika and Le- Leorio.. Doesn’t that mean you care about him? If he even thinks about it, he gets this weird feeling. Killua doesn’t like that weird feeling at all.

“Kil! You’re bruised?! Are you okay?!”

“Oh..oh im fine..”

“You don’t look fine!”

“Oh shut up gon!…”

Killua said embarrassed as his reddening face got called out by gon, again. Leorio and kurapika smiled at the three, adoring this scene as it played. They both started to laugh a bit.. Just because he gets red around you, doesn’t mean shit! Doesn’t mean he has a crush on you, not at all. That’s weird! Super duper weird! But, but seeing you get even more worried for him, was making him weak.. isn’t that a bad sign?! Being weak is bad, right..? Yea! It is! He can’t stand you making him suddenly weak, just because you care about him doesn’t matter! Doesn’t mean anything either.. God, maybe Killua was head over heels for you, maybe he would just.. confess his love, maybe. And maybe! You’ll say yes and you two could live happily, away from his family too… god he wanted that. He didn’t want his fucked up family to take you away, nor take him away from you. He can’t stand being away fro- What is he thinking! He just met you, maybe a few weeks ago! Or a month ago! He can’t be talking like this about you. Ugh..

“Let’s go already, my mother may already be heading this way.”

“Oh! Okay!”

“What is your mother like anyways?”

That made Killua’s gears turning. He started to rant about his mother doing stuff, crazy stuff. Might i add.. Walking past the servants or whatever and kept talking as gon and you said bye and ran after him, Kurapika and leorio doing the same but walking. When You five got outside, kurapika started to speak, sorta talking over Killua but Killua didn’t mind as along as he got to look at you really, maybe he’s realizing he’s obsessed.. maybe he is! Maybe he’s gonna try stopping himself from doing anything.

After the two left, Killua was already talking to gon about him beating hisoka. He tried to show how far away gon was from hisoka as well, making sure gon knows.

“What about you?”

Gon asked before Killua immediately made the line medium size.. Killua thought he was so humble, yea right but it made you laugh. He.. he made you laugh right?! That counts, he made you laugh… god he was going to think this over in his head over and over, gon groaned as he let out another sigh, not knowing what to do even. Before Killua suggested to go to heavens arena, which both of you and gon found that going to heavens arena was a good idea! Even if you both don’t even know what heavens arena is..

You three got the tickets online, and was on the airline as soon as it was there. Both gon and killua talking, sometimes you adding in as well.. as you were just tired from going to killua’s house even! God, opening those big ass doors were horrible for you and your back.. you yawned before leaning back into your seat, finally falling asleep as Killua and Gon were talking until Killua noticed you sleeping and he stared at you sleeping so peacefully.. he felt sorta at peace for that at least you were sleeping and not hurt. He zoned out really before Gon snapped him out of it really.

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Im tired soso, Everything i do will have a part two prob😭😭 but have this my bbys, finally getting into my hxh stuff😊🫶

— Aki.. Akira… Loggi.. Logging… off..

[mintmatcha]

cw: fem reader with she/her pronouns, zbaby and child talk.

"What if they don't like me?"

Osamu turns so suddenly that you're afraid he's going to swerve the car, humor drained from his face.

"They like 'tsumu." He stares at you a bit too long before looking back at the road. Luckily, out here in farm land, in between acres of crops, there's no one else driving.

You glance over your shoulder, expecting his twin to defend himself, but the instead the blonde is slumped in his chair, neck cocked oddly to the side. Despite your attempt to fight it, a smile creeps up on the corners of your lips. Even with drool on his cheek and a bit of a snore, he's beautiful.

"If our friends like him, they'll like anyone," Osamu clarifies.

Osamu is beautiful too, of course. They are twins; it would be strange for you not to find them both attractive, but Osamu doesn't glow like Atsumu does. Not to you, anyway.

You've spent a lot of time looking at their faces. Both men have round cheek bones and low nose bridges, with the same copper skin all year round, but Osamu's nose doesn't crinkle when he laughs, Osamu doesnt hum when he's thinking, and Osamu certainly doesn't look at you with a smile so bright it's as if he's staring into the sun.

You turn back around and stare at the road, flustered by your own romantic waxing.

"Can I talk to you about something?"

Osamu's hands squeak against the pleather steering wheel. "Sure. Why not?"

"I like your brother a lot, but-"

"Oh, fucking shit, fuck," Osamu's eyes are wide, cursing low as to not waking up the man in question, "You're breaking up with him?"

"No! No, I'm so in lo-" you stop yourself for admitting to that, "Things are good. We are good."

"Thank fucking god," Osamu sighs. "He's having a lot of fun with you."

That sentence does nothing to calm the sick feeling in your stomach. You pick at the edge of your dress, pulling away loose strings and nonexistent pieces of lint.

"That's my worry." The road continues straight, almost disappearing into the distance, but a house ha come into view, perched upon all this land, "Osamu, I'm really serious about your brother. I think I wanna marry him one day."

Osamu was your friend before you even knew his brother. At first, he seemed to dislike your relationship, but lately, he's warmed up to it. His hand pats your knee with the platonic warmth, "And that's bad because...?"

"I'm worried he's just having fun with me," you admit, "I don't know if he ever wants to settle down and get married or have kids or-"

Osamu cuts you off with a thunderous, booming bark of a laugh.

"'samu!" Atsumu pokes his head between the front seats with a whine. "You scared me."

"Oh, cram it." Osamu's wiping a tear from his cheek, "Blame your girlfriend for being so funny."

Atsumu squeezes your shoulder with a hum, still drowsy. "She's fucking hilarious."

You watch Osamu, hoping for an explanation, but he just raises his eyebrows and bites his lip, shoulders bouncing with silent laughter. Is he laughing at you? Is this why he didn't want you dating his brother?

The two of them talk a little as the house gets closer and closer, but you can't bring yourself to say anything until the tires start to crunch on the pebbled driveway.

"It's Kiba, right?"

"Kita," Atsumu corrects, "And Aran and his wife and Suna and his Komori are coming too,"

"Can't believe I'm the last single one," Osamu laments.

"You're practically fucking your restaurant,"

"You're married to the store."

You and Atsumu quip at the same time. He laughs, reaching to grab your hand, but you don't connect with him. Osamu's laughter is still ringing in your ears.

Is it that stupid to want to be with Atsumu? Maybe you do need to break up.

When Osamu parks the car, a man is already waiting on the porch. His hair is a salt and pepper splattering, stark against his deeply tanned skin. He has the calm presence that you were told about; you can feel it the second you step out of the car.

"Kita!" Osamu greets.

"Welcome. It's so nice to-"

The slam of the bar door and Atsumu's voice cuts him off. "Where's my girl?"

A puff of curly grey hair streaks from the front door and barrels its way down the dirt driveway, barefoot and dress akimbo. You barely have time to realize it's a child before she's launched herself into Atsumu's awaiting arms. He catches her with ease, twirling her around in a circle as they both dissolve into laughter.

"Stormy girl!"

"Uncle Atsumu!" she giggles,"Throw me! Throw me!"

He squats down a bit and then launches up, tossing the little girl into the air and immediately catching her again. He does that a couple times, laughing all the way.

"Again! Again!"

"Later," he nestles her into his side easily, despite her much too be to be carried, "Me and your aunt over there will play with you all you want, okay?"

You melt a bit. Aunt- as if you're already family.

Kita, who's clearly her father the more you look at the both of them, just sighs, amused. "Please remember that you cannot throw the baby like that."

"Kita-san! I'm not gonna throw the baby!" Atsumu says with mock offense, "I'm just gonna sniff her little head."

"What?' Osamu gawks, turning ro you in horror.

"Don'tcha know babies smell good?" Atsumu turns to you too, "He's hopeless, huh?"

The glimmer in his eye makes your stomach flip flop. He looks so good like this, hair tussled and a baby on his hip.

"Hopeless," you agree.

The other other men start chatting, heading in towards the house, but Atsumu heads to you.

"Baby, this one right here is my favorite girl in the world," he gestures to Kita's daughter, "Stormy girl, this is my girlfriend. Say hi."

"Hi, Miss Girlfriend," she says, "Nice to meet you."

"Aww, you have such nice manners," you say, "It's nice to meet you too, Stormy."

"That's not really my name. Uncle Atsumu is just silly." She wriggles until he lets her down, "Wanna see my baby sister? She's too tiny to walk, so we gotta go to her."

"Please say yes-" Atsumu whispers not so quietly, "I've been dying to hold this stupid baby."

A warmth overtakes your earlier worries. "I'd love that."

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Hours later, after everyone has arrived and dinner is long finished, the whole group is gathered in the living room. Aran, Suna, Kiba- you almost have their names down - are all reminiscing about high school as their partners mingle to themselves. Atsumu is on the couch, pinned in place by a sleeping six year old across his lap and a fussy baby in his arms. Somehow, he still looks peaceful and content.

"I hate to admit it," Osamu saddles up beside you, qine glass in hand, "Baby head does have a good smell."

"Yeah," you agree.

"About your concern earlier... He'd marry you today if he could," Osamu continues quietly, "He's been telling Ma about how much he loves you."

An elbow bumps against your side. "He's not afraid to say it like you are."

You titter a bit over that, embarrassed but glowing at the thought of being loved back, "I'll say it soon."

"Just be careful," Osamu takes a long drink, "He's gonna have baby fever for the next month, so you better set an alarm for birth control or whatever."

You look at your boyfriend as he stares down at blissed out smile.

"Maybe I want a baby too."

[kamisatoqiqi]

Heated dispute, solved by the cause.

14+

You and Rin got into a heated argument that caused you to leave, and somehow end up in Sae’s house? CONTAINS: angst, slight force/aggression, swearing Pairing: Itoshi Rin x Reader FT. Itoshi Sae

WORD COUNT: 1708 CHARACTER COUNT: 7304

Rin has been rather busy with his Soccer career. This wasn’t exactly new to you as this has happened a lot in the past, it’s just that you can’t shake off the feeling of something being wrong or out of character. You see, Rin always manages to “give” you what you want despite his busy schedule. A hug? Sure. A quick peck on the cheek? Why not? A quickie? Of course. But suddenly, he hasn’t been able to even hold a proper conversation with you or just give small replies.

Y/N: “Hey Rinnie? What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”

*No response*

Y/N: “Rinnie??”

Rin: “Huh? Oh, just whatever.”

Y/N: “Alright then, and how was your practice match thi—”

Rin: “I'm heading out.”

Y/N: “Out? To where? Isn’t it a little late?”

Rin: “It’ll be quick..”

Y/N: “Okay, be car—” Rin shuts the door behind him. You won’t lie to yourself it did sting a little and struck a small nerve. He isn’t usually like this. The only time you can remember he did something similar was when you went out with friends and came home at nearly dawn. Not to mention, some of them being males. Around 3-4 along with 2 females, excluding you. (He found out through your friend’s story) However you failed to mention this to Rin as you were running late to your agreed time. So of course, when you came home, reeking of alcohol, at ungodly hours. See your supposed stoic boyfriend, frowning, phone in hand. You’d be scared. Thankfully though only one word left his tired mouth; “Bed.” And that’s when the morning then came and you tried to apologise yet your dear boyfriend brushed you off. Of course it didn't last long. It had been months since this incident and hasn’t happened since. Though to your surprise. It happened. Lasting longer too. It used to be days. However it turned into weeks.

Y/N: “Rin? Dear?”  *wraps my arms around his neck from behind, whilst he sits on the couch*

Y/N: “Is something wrong?”

Rin: “No, nothing.” Y/N: “Then how come, you’ve been colder to me?” Rin: “It’s nothing.” Y/N: “Are you sure, baby? Maybe I did something wrong?”

Rin: “Y/N, I told you it’s nothing.” Y/N: “Are you really sure? I can hel—” Rin: “God will you ever shut the fuck up?!” *I let go of him and stand back, letting out a gasp* Y/N: “What?...”

Rin: “All you do is fucking talk and talk and talk! I'm SICK of your stupid voice!”

Y/N: “What do you mean?? You literally have to be lulled to sleep by it..!”

Rin: “Well not anymore! I’m tired of you continuously bothering me. Being a literal pest. I’m so fucking done.”

Y/N: “D-done..?” *Thousands if not millions of thoughts ran through my mind. Every single reply and outcome I could think of coming in. “You want to break up?” “But I just want to take care of you” “I’m giving you the love you deserve and you say I’m a bother?” “Are we gonna end like this?” “Fuck you.” “Is it really my fault?” “Fuck..I—

Y/N: “I'm leaving.”

*Rin suddenly stands up* Rin: “What?” Y/N: “I said I’m leaving. Y-you said I’m a bother, a fucking pest to you, then since I love you so fucking much, I’ll leave and give you the space you want.” *Rin froze. He stood there, staring me dead in the eye.*

Rin: “Fine then. Fucking leave.” *What the fuck..? Did I just say that? N-no.. I-I don’t mean it.. That’s not what I was meant to say..!”

*I started to clench my fist and scurry towards our shared room, shouting:* Y/N: “Fine!” *I packed my bag, tears falling out of my eyes. He….really said that to me? He meant it. He fucking did. Shit. Are we going to break up? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fu— phone notification— Instagram: itoshisae_  added to their story —

Doorbell rings

Sae: “Oh shit, Y/N. Come inside” *hands you a towel*

Sae: deep sigh “Let me guess? Rin?”

*I nod, drying my hair. And slowly tearing up* Y/N: “Yeah… He— We, got quite heated, during a small talk”

Sae: “Doesn’t seem to be that small for you to leave without an umbrella during a storm, huh?” 

You just smile and look down on the tile flooring. Watching the drops fall down from your hair, creating a small puddle. Then feeling your cheeks get rolled on by tears, the aching feeling in your chest worsening by the second.

Sae: “Come on, tell me what happened. I mean, why would you think of coming to my house out of all places?”

Y/N: “Well—...” *I end up explaining to Sae what happened, and the events of the past weeks. He just kept nodding and nodding and when I finished, He just said:*

Sae: “I might be a part of the problem”

Y/N: “No, I already know you are. N-no offense... You’ve been part of something else since the beginning of our relationship, and it never gets us to this point.”

Sae: “No no, I mean the “current” problem”

Y/N: “Huh?” Sae: “Well, since about a few weeks ago, I was invited to Blue Lock to train the supposed “future of Japan Soccer”. However, during the practice match, Rin’s team didn’t win against mine. And I don’t know exactly what triggered him but he suddenly came and held me by my shirt. I told him to quit soccer if he doesn’t plan on improving even one bit and brushed off his hand.”

Y/N: “What? Seriously..? I-I mean I know you both aren’t on great terms and all, but did you really have to say that??”

Sae: “Rin isn’t the type to “just” start. He needs a concrete reason for it. And the fact that I told him such, probably could be part of your current argument. Though in all honesty, I just want him to improve even more. A little push as his older brother.”

Y/N: “I guess…B-but did it have to be that harsh? You technically pointed out that certain things, such as that could potentially trigger him…”

Sae: “Like I said, a little push for him.”

Y/N: “Then that wouldn’t make any sense. Why did it get so bad? Over something that he mostly opens up to me about. Like I know he wants to have, and he does have, that “strong” persona and all but… Still I-...” sigh 

Sae: “I’m not too sure about this, though I think I need to ask you about it,”

Y/N: “What is it?”

Sae: “Before all this and the past years you’ve been together, whenever he opens up to you. Is it a lot? Does he start feeling vulnerable and sensitive?”

Y/N: “Yeah, he does.”

Sae: “When was the last time he opened up?”

Y/N: “A little while back, actually, just before he started being cold.”

Sae: “Ah, there it is. I think Rin might be going through a lot again. And since he talks to you a lot about these sensitive topics, he probably thinks you’re—”

Y/N: “Tired of him? N-no, no never…”

Sae: “There, at least you understand now.”

Y/N: “And I’m guessing his way of coping is, ignoring and lashing out on me… Huh.”

Sae: “Exactly… Now, you should probably get ready for bed. I have a spare room upstairs a door after mine, talk to Rin in th—”

The door bursts open. Rin stands there, drenched in rain. Clutching the door, his eyes looking red. But you can’t really tell if it’s from the rain entering his eyeballs or he has been crying.

Y/N: “R-Rin?”

Rin: “What the fuck are you doing here.” *my voice both raised and husky*

Y/N: “I came to see—” *He cuts me off.*

Rin: “Sae? chuckles SAE!? You know how much I fucking hate him and yet I find out you look for him whenever we have an argument?!”

Y/N: “This is the first time! And besides where the fuck do you expect me to go during a storm? Everyone lives farther off in the city or in the suburbs and I can’t really show up at a hotel looking like this now can I?! What!? You would rather have found me dead instead of alive and staying at your brother’s place?” *Rin pauses and takes heavy breaths. Before he took my arm and held it up.*

Rin: “You’re coming with me.”

Y/N: “No!” *I took his hand off my arm.*

Y/N: “Not until you calm down.” *Rin doesn’t respond and just stares at me. With eyes fuel of negativity. Anger, jealousy, and deep sorrow. However if anyone can look directly at his soul, it would be me. And despite his showing anger, glowed with relief. So much that I just hugged him, ignoring his brother.”

Sae: “Alright now, both of you get ready for bed. I’ll set up your room… For two. Calm down and settle your little fight in the morning.”

Y/N: “Yeah yeah, sure… Thanks, Sae.” *Sae just nodded and proceeded upstairs, leaving me and Rin alone.*

Y/N: “Look I’m sorry I left, okay? I’m really sorry, I should have understood and approached you better.”

Rin: “N-no, no no no don’t apologise. Please. I-I should be saying sorry. I l-let my emotions get the better of me and bursted out on you. You were just trying to help me. Like always.. D-don’t leave me….Ever again… Please.” *I smiled and managed to distinguish his tear falling onto my cheek from the water. He hugged me and held me close, showing no sign of letting go.* Y/N: “C’mon, let’s get ready for bed, okay?”

Rin: nods “Okay…”

Morning shine appeared on the bed you both slept on from the large window. Its beaming rays lit up the room, and shone on your beloved boyfriend. Causing you to chuckle, as you finally confirm the cause of his eyes’ redness.

[sadceline]

THE ENHYPEN HOST || 11

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Minggyu (Seventeen) & BTS

NEW TRAILER:

FIRST TRAILER:

PAIRING: FEM READER X ENHYPEN WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, threesome, foursoome, rough sex, red flags, immoral acts, unprotected sex, morbid jealousy, comedy, parody, possessiveness, violent quarrels, arguments, betrayals, lies, femdom sometimes. GENTRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers SUMMARY: You moved to Seoul to start over after a bad experience, and everything seems to be going well, you even manage to work for HYBE. You discover, however, that you owe them almost a billion won, money you don't have and don't know how to recover: but don't worry because Hybe itself offers you a solution. Your body in exchange for paying off your debt. Do you accept?

PREVIOUS CHAPTER:

FIRST CHAPTER:

I don't know how long I slept, I only know that when I wake up Heeseung is watching me sitting in his gaming chair. He looks at me biting his fingernail, but then he notices that I am awake and removes his finger from his mouth.

He was tapping his foot, he is nervous, but why?

Oh my God, I didn't think of that! I'm lying on his bed like it's completely mine, it's probably getting late and he'll have a lot to do tomorrow. I touch my eyes, they are smeared with dried mascara and burning.

"How are you?" He asks me, but he seems distracted.

"Sorry... how long have I been asleep?"

"About an hour."

He is cold, I can sense it, and he is nervous as well. Every time I find myself alone with him, I discover a new side of his real personality, and that scares me.

"I'm sorry, really." I say, standing up and holding down the skirt of the little dress with my hands.

He stands up, looks at me, stops me from walking out the door to the bathroom, where it would be better to go now. "No, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

He doesn't answer right away, he is so strange.

Then suddenly he says "How are you feeling? Are you sick? Tired? If you're-" he stops when he realizes I'm looking at him so intently, maybe with languid, reddened eyes from the smoke and mascara, then I realize it too and lower my head.

"No, I'm fine." I say, under my breath.

After all, he behaved well today, I guess... was too hard on him, I realize, and why then? When I saw him in Jay's room, with that heartbroken expression, my heart really crumbled. It's as if I love him, really, but ... in a different way? Is it possible?

Perhaps because in my eyes he is simply unreachable. Perhaps because I know that nothing can ever bridge our gap, genuinely loving him is the only way I would feel entitled to turn my attention to him. I am but a fan; he is a mirage to me even now.

"Are you sure?"

"If you want to, it's fine for me. - I answer honestly, unable to look at him. - If you don't want to, that's fine for me anyway."

He doesn't answer me for so long that at one point I can't help but lift my gaze. Is he.. surprised?

How beautiful he is. So beautiful.

All I get to say when I look at him is handsome, handsome, handsome -- with the vowels open and full, like my heart and eyes when he is in front of me.

Heeseung is simply too much for me.

"You said you weren't feeling well."

Why does he insist? It's not like I'm the one asking him to fuck. I look at him nervous and confused.

"Look, I'm not the one who asked you. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

He seems about to speak but then stops, what's wrong with him? Is he upset because he has to sleep with me? Or does he want to sleep with me? Or even worse, would he like to be wooed by me?

With Jake it was different and natural, but with him I just paralyze, I know he is just playing with me but I am completely alarmed because of him.

"I can sleep on the couch if you want to be left alone."

"What bed would you end up in if you did that? Jay's? - He asks me, suddenly serious. What's wrong with him? - Or at Sunghoon's?"

"Ridiculous." I say, trying to get through the door to go wash up, since I am most likely a creepy sight.

Heeseung holds me back, saying nothing for a while, then I don't either. "Since you're okay, let's do it."

I swallow, is he serious? Do we really do it?

Nah, it's not possible.

"I have to wash." I tell him, my voice trembling.

He smiles, but he doesn't look pleased. "Why? - He asks me, moving forward and forcing me to back away, while the door remains shamefully open. - You should be beside yourself with joy right now."

If something is about to happen again, I'd rather the other housemates from the hallway didn't see her as well, although no one is there right now.

Besides, if Heeseung wanted to use explicit and dirty language again, like his gaze now undressing me, his lips curled sensually, that little prince's nose turned upward, it would be better if only I listened to him.

"Let's play a game. - He tells me, picking up some of the mascara with the fingertip of his thumb, this actually helps me relax my eye a little. - It will be fun."

"What game?"

"A game...fun, I guess." He snorts, annoyed.

What is he, crazy? My hangover is almost completely gone but he doesn't seem to be, I move closer to smell near his neck and he just doesn't seem to expect it because he backs away embarrassed: yes, he's been drinking again for sure! The smell is too strong to be from an hour ago.

"You're drunk."

"No, I'm not." He imposes himself, lovely.

I can't, it would be like.... like I taking advantage of him. Even though he's the one asking me, I just can't ignore the fact that I want him so badly, and that makes me feel guilty.

"In my opinion, yes, we can't do it under these conditions." I say, but he's really close and I'm forced to look at him now, stuck in his arms leaning against the wall I'm against.

The door is still open.

"I said it's okay. How do you come up with that? You're the one who should be afraid." He says and I get the shivers.

I can't face a conversation if he's so close to me, I don't know how I managed to talk to him this afternoon, maybe because I was seriously desperate and scared that he might rat me out, but looking at me now I look like a different person.

Maybe it's because this time he's not blackmailing me - it was my choice. I feel much more vulnerable because now I could seriously be rejected at any time and I don't know how I would react.

"You're not sober, so you're not even aware. You can't-"

It's okay to shush me like that, Lee Heeseung.

His lips taste like gin, and I really hated it before I tasted it from him. The bitterness of the booze becomes saliva slipping between our tongues, I can feel myself glowing again, for a second, as I drink straight from him.

It is dirty, vulgar the way he kisses me, I like it.

"Stop me now because I might not later." He whispers, once again asking me to stop.

Why should I stop? Why would I want to?

This pastel orange hair, thin and light, slips through my fingers, I don't pull it, but I want to so badly. Since he started kissing me, he doesn't leave me for a second, however, he doesn't proceed with the talk, he waits patiently for my answer.

"Do you.... do you want me not to tempt my favorite member at all?" I say it under my breath, there is still the door open.

Maybe I could have avoided saying it. I should have just remained silent, and that, for me, would have been enough because I would never have admitted it anyway. But in front of Lee Heeseung, this masterpiece of a human being in every respect except just the human one I guess (but still less than Sunghoon! Much less!), I lose. I just lose.

How can he act surprised? Why does he waste his time deluding me?

"Did you..."

"Let's forget it."

"Why didn't you do it earlier?" He asks me, all of a sudden angry, a little funny though.

"Do what?"

"Tell me." He whispers.

"What does it matter, after all?" I ask, with a slightly undone smile.

He doesn't answer, rightly so, not that I expected anything else. At this point he is no longer kissing me, he has pulled away and sighs in frustration. What's wrong with him? What am I supposed to do? Try to console him gently?"

"You are... a mess." He tells me.

I become stiff, surprised but also hurt. I know I'm a disaster Heeseung, I know it's a disaster to be here, but my reputation is now completely compromised, the eight of us would have nothing to do in the future anyway, and I'll be taking off a big debt, it's okay, I've already accepted it.

I'm the one with the most regrets as of now, I assure you.

"I'm sorry." I reply, not sure why.

He turns around, looking at me interdicted. "Why do you apologize? Why don't you get angry like you do with Sunghoon?" He asks, after finally closing the damn door.

I sigh relieved. "What are you talking about? Do you want me to treat you like I treat him?"

Really, I don't understand him tonight. He's strange, he's confused, he doesn't even know what he's doing. He wants to fuck me, but also insults me, then gets offended if I get hurt and tells me to fight back!

"Heeseung, what is it?" I ask him surprisingly naturally.

He sighs. "We have to play." Why is he so heartbroken as he says this? What, he doesn't like me but wants to take advantage of his turn? Is it like something like this?

"To what?"

"You know? I can do a lot of magic tricks, unfortunately I'm also good at it." He tells me expressionless.

I smile because it's strangely awkward and cute to say something like that at such a time. He looks at me in annoyance, and it's still cute. I see him pull something out of his pocket, then he asks me to turn around.

"What is it? Will you blindfold me?"

"I know you want to watch, since this is the first time with me, but this is essential for it to happen - he says after stop him for several seconds - the.... magic."

"Am I scared?"

"I hope not."

I let him put on the mask, all right, let's see what kind of magic Heeseung has in store for me. After putting it on, positioned behind me, he starts kissing my neck, touching my hips, squeezing them.

I can smell his shampoo and the smell of his cologne mixing beautifully as he moves my hair with his chin, caressing the nape of my neck with his lips and then biting it.

"Are you still scared?"

"I guess not."

He steps in front of me, I can tell he is removing his shirt, I desperately want to see but I am motionless in front of him, even a little embarrassed. He lifts my mask, looking me in the eye.

"Be very careful." He says and then kisses me, holding my face with his big hand.

The way he uses his tongue, the way he uses it so much when he kisses, pulling it away to make me want it before he puts it back in, makes me feel really depraved. I want him to be even more disgusting, even dirtier.

I could really let him do what he wants if he asked me right now. And he's just kissing me.

I can't resist, I'm really too excited, I don't think before I put my hand between my thighs. Oh god, that feels so good. I don't want to, I can't touch him, I have no right to, that's why I can only help myself.

I already feel submissive to him, I just want him to use me.

Heeseung puts his thumb along my tongue, forcing me to pull it out of my mouth, then he looks at me with subles eyes.

"You really are a little bitch..." He sighs.

What a shame, what a shame, but.... Heeseung pushes his hand on mine, moving it more intensely, faster, as he continues to kiss me, I am really too excited and I think it is also the booze's fault, it always does that to me. Maybe I'm not completely sober, actually.

"You really are the worst." He tells me, lowering the mask again and then biting my earlobe.

I can't see anything anymore, his naked chest is a distant memory, yet I could observe him until a few seconds ago. I don't understand anything, I just know I want more. I tie my arms around his neck, he holds me by the hips, I get shivers.

We're going down for real now, Heeseung and I, there's no way I can regret it or deny him. I feel really close to him, and although I recognize they are only fantasies, I can only exploit them as long as I am allowed to.

I want to be close to him, I want to him keep touching myself, and I want to be able to do it too. Tonight I will experience probably my greatest desire, I just have to think about enjoying it.

I realize only now that it will hurt more afterwards than other times. There is something strange and morbid that binds me to him and this only becomes clear to me now.

If I rejected him today, it was because I was shaken, because... I was protecting myself. I don't know if I can fuck Heeseung and also remain mentally lucid for the rest of my stay here, but at this point... I'm not going back. What's the point?

It's over now.

Even the TXTs know that I am a host, any remote possibility has vanished for good. I just have to let myself sink into Heeseung, I can accept it as compensation, let's say.

By now his hand has taken over, he is practically masturbating me while I continue to moan, clinging with my palms on his broad shoulders.

Now that I can't see him, but only sense him through touch, it feels like a mountain in front of me.

I am not so petite, but using my palms to explore his bare, smooth skin, I realize that perhaps, unintentionally, I underestimated his body by having it all the time in front of me, even uncovered!

Emotions soiled moments that could have been different. We could have fucked right from the start.

"Tell me you only like me." He orders me, as he continues to pleasure me with his fingers, now inside me.

It is complicated for me to talk, but I will do whatever he wants tonight. "Only you, since always."

"Really?" He asks and I can't tell if it's part of the game or he's really surprised.

I'm enjoying it too much to think clearly anyway. "Yes - I say, opening my mouth and making a sharp sound as I tighten my fingers on his shoulders. - Only you."

"Have you ... ever touched yourself, thinking of me?"

What is he saying? I keep panting but try to modulate my voice; I'm a little upset by this question. I don't want to answer or lie, but I find it deeply wrong that this could have happened (did happen).

"He-Heeseung..." I gasp, tired.

He begins to shake his hands inside my pussy, I can hardly stand. "Say it." He says, serious.

"No."

Silence, what is it maybe he thinks I might be sincere? Isn't it obvious that I'm lying?

"In my opinion you do." He says this stealing yet another kiss from me, wishing he would never break away.

"Don't... are questions to ask. It's private." I explain.

Heeseung takes me by the hips again, making me turn away and stand behind me again. He touches my breasts, then my buttocks, then pushes his erection against my ass.

"If it's true that you've always liked me, you should have no problem." He whispers in my ear as I notice as a shift of air inside the room, something imperceptible but I notice all the same.

Something has moved in the room, but it cannot be an object, so is it a person? I didn't hear the sound of the door opening, and Heeseung would have certainly chased away anyone who came in, so what's going on?

"Problem with what?" I ask as I feel him grasp my cleavage with his fingers, not a gentle touch. He grabs me tightly.

"With magic."

"What you are talking about?"

He doesn't answer, in fact, holding me by my dress he seems to twirl me slightly, but I don't understand why.

"This though, I'll take it off you." He says, before ripping it in two without even asking me! Is he crazy? It cost me like $30, and I'm poor!

Then he pushes me on the bed, but he just wants me to kneel on it, because with his thumbs and forefingers he has me by the nipples, it hurts, but I really like it.

"Ah..." I sigh, sore, he squeezes harder and harder, and I keep getting wetter and wetter.

"Does it hurt?"

"A-A... little." I admit quietly and hear sighing.

It wasn't Heeseung's sigh, it's too close, I would have heard it. Could I have imagined it because of excitement? I have to calm down.

"Just a little?" He asks, in that sweet, young, sadistic voice of his.

He squeezes even harder, and I feel an electric shock throughout my body. The fact that he does this likes me. "Ah!"

He bites my neck, hard, I can feel his teeth poking into my skin. "You understand that, don't you? That's how I touch you."

No, I don't understand. What does that mean? Does he want to hurt me or something? I'm not sure I'd back off..... but it would be nice to know first.

He kisses me where he bit, is healing, holding me by the waist, helping me bend at 90 degrees. He remains several seconds silent, I imagine he's watching me under the chandelier light, wondering if I'm shaved properly and what he's thinking. What if he notices that I'm no big deal and changes his mind? That would be devastating for me.

"Heese..." I try to say, to see if he's still with me, but responding for him, his cock penetrating deep from the start, I open my mouth surprised, emitting a moan.

"Yes?" He asks, holding me by the hip with one hand but massaging my buttocks with the other, as if nothing was wrong.

"When does... ah.. magic start? What is...this magic?"

"It has already begun." He sighs, displeased or perhaps offended.

I don't understand. He gasps under his breath as he starts going faster, I can't avoid it either. I can't fathom the size but if I feel him so deep inside me so normal he must not be.

I'm exhausted and we're just getting started. He pierces me, I don't even try to hide my moans, at best I limit them.

"Ah... Heeseung..." I pant again, surrendering to these wonderful sensations. It feels good, even if it makes me nervous not to see anything.

"Do you like it, little bitch? - He asks, leaving me pleasantly puzzled. - Maybe you like it a little too much." He says.

I love the way her sweet tone clashes with her language. It is perverse, strangely perverse.

So he spanks me, moaning in pain, surprised. He says nothing but just keeps fucking me as he gets harder and swollen, settling stroke after stroke inside me.

I hear sighing again, I didn't imagine it, this time I hear it perfectly.

"Amanda - calls me Heeseung - the mask.... you must never take it off."

"W-Why?" It's hard to talk as he goes on, how does he stay so calm?

"Will you?"

I don't answer right away, honestly I'm not very convinced, but I can't, I mustn't lose this intimacy by insinuating discomfort. I know it's not done, I know it's wrong, I know I should say no.. but he is Lee fucking Heeseung.

"Should I? I will if you ask me."

This time he's the one who doesn't answer right away, who knows what he's thinking and who knows why he doesn't stop for a second to fucking me. My legs are already trembling, I guess also from thrill.

"Don't... don't say that." He answers me, and I don't quite understand this response at the moment.

Someone is stroking my face, my hair, I shudder. Heeseung continues to fuck me from behind and I'm practically helpless, but I want to snap and take off my mask, even though I'd end up falling on my face, since I'm leaning on both hands and Heeseung's strokes don't allow me to hold on with just one hand.

"Heeseung! - I can call him, but just because of that he increases the pace even further, pulling me toward him from the hips and making it my whole body to let him in. - He...Hes..." I can't speak, it's magnificent.

Someone gets on the bed, it's obvious, I can feel the mattress tilting toward him but I'm in no condition to make any movement, it's Heeseung who sets the pace for my body. Heeseung helps me lift my shoulders even though he does so by holding me by the neck.

At this point, while he is still inside, I am up on the bed, though on my knees. I feel him enter me all the way to the stern, and I know it's creepy to say but he seems to be impaling me and my clear humors make the entry easier and easier so he can go deeper.

The hand that was stroking me, but had to stop when Heeseung pulled me to himself, moves my hair again.

Basically, Heeseung holds me by the throat, while the person in front of me (who in theory I don't know who is, but in practice an idea I would have), elegantly, pulls my hair aside, gathering it behind my ear, but then his fingertips slide down my face. He touches my nose, my lips, then with his other hand grabs my free wrist.

That's right, I'm free! Why can't I move anyway? Maybe it's because Heeseung is too inside and any movement now would make me wince in pain, but I love it, I love it to death.

"Wh...who...ar..." No, I just can't speak.

"I am Heeseung." Sunghoon answers.

Really? I would recognize his voice among a thousand, with what courage...ah...I deconcentrate, I don't reflect, Heeseung doesn't leave me time.

"W...wh...hat...."

He moved my hand to his crotch, it's swollen, it's big--I don't know if it's the pants, but I feel like I'm touching something really hard. How gross.

"Heeseung!" I can finally pronounce, but I'm not even able to close my mouth.

I don't understand, didn't he say he would never sleep with me? Has he already changed his mind? And why am I sad that Heeseung let him?

"There's the magic." He says again, I know, it's certainly Sunghoon.

"N...I don't...wa..." I try to say, trying to move my hand but it's no use. He pushes it harder, I can catch the bump with my full palm.

"You don't want to?" He asks quickly, Heeseung. His tone is alarmed.

Has he... betrayed me? No, we don't have that relationship.

However--if you let him do this to me, will you tell him everything else as well? And what does it matter right now? The worst thing, and the best thing, is that they are really fucking me together. If he's okay with it, why should I be the one to pull back?

But... he is Sunghoon, this is... Sunghoon's cock, under my palm, because in the meantime he has unzipped his fly and allowed me to touch him from above his underwear.

"W...why..."

If my mind is focused on the person in front of me, my body follows the rhythm of Heeseung's. The parts of me are disconnected, but they reconnect at the height of their cocks.

It is a terrible situation, and it is only the beginning, why am I so happy? I hate Sunghoon, I... I thought I could be alone with Heeseung.

"Don't you want to?" He asks again, close to my ear, and perhaps because of my panting, the person in front of me cannot hear.

"How... did you...ah! - I groan, feeling him enter more forcefully as I begin to speak. - Wh...Whit.. him..."

I don't have time to figure out if Heeseung has understood what I said, that the second Heeseung sticks my hand inside his boxers, and it's dry, hard, really hard. At the same time he kisses my neck, and it doesn't make any sense, I can smell Sunghoon's scent perfectly.

"Y-You suck!" I tell him, trying to pull away.

I hear him laugh, I amusing him. "Why?" He asks, holding my face still with his large hand.

Heeseung is exhausted, practically throwing me on the bed, breaking the contact between Sunghoon and me, luckily I don't hit my head but I guess he considered it. Breathing heavily, I can't see them but I get the impression that they are watching each other, or worse yet, watching me.

I feel like sitting up and going to lift my mask but I don't have the time because both wrists are being blocked by someone. Judging by the scent, it's Sunghoon.

"Do you like magic?" Heeseung asks, I hearing him far away.

"Really? With Sunghoon? Couldn't you ask Jake?" I rant, coming to my senses all of a sudden.

"Didn't I ask you if you wanted to continue? - Sighs the boy, seeming to approach the bed. - And does it sound like I asked anyway? Do you really think it was my idea?"

"Didn't you perhaps agree?" I immediately ask.

He shushes.

"Sunghoon? I am Heeseung." I hear him laughing, the bastard, holding me down as I am completely naked under him.

"Don't fuck with me!" I retort, garrulous.

"Then say you don't want to, it's your last chance. " Heeseung says this as if it were an ultimatum, and maybe it really is.

He seems to have reluctantly agreed -- but he has agreed, so it means they are more friends after all than it seems. Why should I refuse, then?

For him I was someone to share, then I will take from both of them. There is always a glass half full somewhere.

But then why am I sad?

I guess this is the first of many disappointments I should expect from him.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask.

He doesn't answer.

"No, I don't want to." Sunghoon does for him.

"What... You can't be serious! Do you remember what you said on the balcony like a few hours ago?"

"No, because I am Heeseung." He repeats, amused, as he has managed to lock both my wrists above my head, holding them only with one hand.

Sunghoon slips two fingers inside me; I'm already profusely moist, but they still do their fucking dirty work. I groan shyly not out of flirtatiousness, but because I really am embarrassed knowing he is watching me enjoy myself. Not Sunghoon, not him. Why am I not refusing to continue, though? Heeseung has asked me so many times.

Anyway, while the ice prince is holding me down, Heeseung is fiddling with something in his hands. Do you want to see that Sunghoon is holding my hands because the other one wants to tie them?

In spite of this, the minor's fingers do not stop, he never loses concentration but prevents me from maintaining it, while Heeseung is evidently tying my wrists. I was right.

"Stop! - I say, gasping. Sunghoon doesn't stop. - W-What are... ah... you doing?" I ask, but my voice comes out as high-pitched as a child's, and it's because of him that he gradually but rapidly increases the rhythm.

"You could have run away, but you stayed." Heeseung replies, sighing and tying the rope tightly.

Now I am seriously helpless, now I can neither see nor move. I am completely theirs, whatever they want to do to me, but that doesn't scare me (and it does) and I keep moaning until I lose my breath.

"You must really like Heeseung, since you even want two of him to fuck you." Says the other, after slipping his fingers out. I feel like he's licking them, but I don't see it.

"You're a coward."

He replies simply laughing, it's over.

I am grabbed by the hair, dragged to the edge of the bed to which I crawl with my hands tied in front of me. He doesn't hold me too tightly but it hurts a little, which makes my reactions more sincere.

If I look scared, it is because I am. If I look horny, it is because I am. Between my legs flows a pleasure I have never felt before, a pleasure offered to me not simply by as many as two, but what, people.

I am shallow, I am fine with that too.

On my left cheek rests human meat, thick, warm. A few seconds later the same sensation is repeated, I have two olympic rods resting on my face and practically covering almost its entire length. I guess it's just a bad taste dream, but not a bad dream.

He grabs me by the hair, the one on my left, but now I couldn't tell who it is. Being as brusque as the one who dragged me, I could think of Heeseung, but of Sunghoon I don't know, it could be the same.

He pushes his flat pubes against my face, which is literally obscured by their increasingly hard intimacies, one wetter than the other for obvious reasons, the one on the left for that matter. They rub them, forcing my lips to rest on them, but I don't really resist much.

I am tired because Heeseung has already given me an intense orgasm, and then Sunghoon, too, with his fingers, I am exhausted. What's the use of fighting anymore?

Have I ever wanted to fight?

First I am directed to the left, my mouth automatically opening to allow his cock to go in, as far as he wants.

"Maybe the ropes should come off." Sunghoon says, probably annoyed that he can't use my hands to masturbate.

"No need." Heeseung replies confidently.

His voice comes from the left, he is sure.

He facilitates my movement by pushing my head, even though he is about to choke me. I can hear his involved and enjoyful breathing as I take it in deeper and deeper, though really, I can't breathe.

It takes Sunghoon to pull me away, as Heeseung hardly notices. Violent the boy, eh? But Sunghoon certainly didn't help me out of kindness so much as because now it's time to make him enjoy.

Now, though inaccurately, I can make out something of the size and shape. Although they seem to me to be of a similar length, while Heeseung's maintains the same circumference from base to tip, Sunghoon's has a really thick tip, while the base is thinner, but only compared to the tip.

I could be wrong, of course.

"Oh, shit." Moans Sunghoon, who has put it all the way into me, all almost even his balls.

I try to wriggle out of it, unlike when Heeseung was doing it, I don't intend to choke at all for Sunghoon, and seeing how fast he's slamming into my mouth and throat, so excited is he, I seriously fear for my life.

I will admit, though, that hearing his voice panting because of me, after all he has said and did, makes me uncontrollably proud.

Proud of what then? Like it's worth it.

"Go slow." Heeseung seems to push him, and he actually pulls away from me.

"Don't push me - he says, in a really annoyed tone. - Okay, then you take it from here." He tells him, lowering himself slightly to pick me up.

What does he do? Where is he taking me? Help, I feel like I'm flying!

"Why don't you untie me? I won't take off the mask! Really!" I try to be convincing, but naked, blindfolded and tied up, it seems hard for them to find me believable.

Sunghoon throws me down, on the bed, now I'm on my stomach again, I can only cross my legs, bringing my knees together, trying to hide my pussy - who knows what the point is, then, at this point.

"If I untie you, the magic ends." Sunghoon replies.

Heeseung lets out an annoyed snort. "You really wouldn't take it off?"

I don't answer, surprised at the question.

No, but what qualms do I have when he was the one who sold me first?

"No."

"It was obvious you were enjoying it." Sunghoon comments, grabbing my legs and opening them forcefully. How shameful.

"Really, I won't take it off, but free my fucking hands." I plead with him (I don't), appealing to his common sense.

"Then what would be the point of untying you?" He replies, the bastard.

What do you want from me, Heeseung?

What does that mean? That I should take off my mask? And for what, to expose your friend, who you helped and brought into this situation?

If you really loved your fans now you wouldn't play with my heart.

This was our first night, but now Sunghoon just stuck his cock in me and it feels huge, maybe because my pussy is irritated from too many of Heeseung's strokes. Hoon has put his palms on my flat belly. He grabs me by the narrow waist, as opposed to my wider hips; I feel tiny little when I'm not.

"Ah!" I exclaim, surprised.

"You slut." It reminds me of Heeseung, and that turns me on even more.

Am I a slut? All right, then let's make there a reason to be called that. Sunghoon has already started fucking me, he's quieter than Heeseung and I sorry for this, but right now my target is him, who feels entitled to judge me when what's happening is only his fault.

I open my mouth, stick my tongue out. I want it, I don't care.

"W-what are you doing?" Heeseung asks me, stupidly surprised.

"The slut - I say, but just then Sunghoon sinks his fingers further into my upper abdomen, pushing my body against his cock. - Ah...Ah! A-As you say!"

He doesn't respond right away; I can't imagine his expression. "Gross." He then says, climbing onto the bed and straddling my face, I feel the warmth of his body tickling my neck.

He says so but wasted no time in filling my mouth again. His cock is so much-long, paying attention to it. In this position I feel it even longer.

Gross? I'm the one to say it!

In fact, speaking of which, after tonight in Heeseung's room I don't even sleep there anymore. He stabbed me and sold me, gave me to Sunghoon of all people, I'm sure it's him, I don't have the slightest doubt. It is so obvious.

It's not okay for him to I think, reflect, he has to fuck me faster, unhinging every structure in my mind, invading it with pure pleasure, like his cock inside me.

"Ah!" I groan, with my mouth open.

Heeseung stops his pelvis, perhaps worried, seeming to remain a few seconds still as opposed to Sunghoon.

"Are you okay?" He asks, pulling it out with his hand.

But my mouth still cannot close, because the prince does not stop for a second. "A...Ah....He....he...Hees-seung-ah!"

But what do I do? Do I call out his name while I'm enjoying myself for someone else?

It feels wrong, but it turns me on like crazy. This way I could try to make Heeseung feel guilty, and make Sunghoon angry, I see no downside.

Am I playing with fire? Definitely.

"Amanda..." Heeseung whispers, surprised, but I get the impression that Sunghoon heard the same, which is why he pulls me slightly, making himself more comfortable.

"How can you ... be so tight ... anyway?" Sunghoon asks, struggling, continuing to push.

It seems that the fool, in fact, didn't notice anything.

He was just thinking about fucking hard, okay.

"Shit." Heeseung curses, seeming to turn away because I sense the air shifting, but maybe not.

I'm all spasm, still clinging with both hands tied to the sheet, Sunghoon doesn't intend to slow down, and maybe, just maybe, that might be understandable.

After all, he wanted this, too, but he denied it and has tormented me until now just because-he wanted me? But him? Him who dating the most beautiful girl in the world, almost?

I don't know what's going on, all I know is that Heeseung walked away from me, silently, leaving me in the hands of this brute who literally grabbed me by the hips, to lift me completely.

Oh my God?

I'm forced to put my arms, remember as always tied, on his shoulders, and it's as if I'm literally tied to his body, since I have nowhere else to put my hands, but that's not this the problem!

The problem is that, now, I'm basically in Sunghoon's arms. I know it's him because he didn't even pull his dick out as he lifted me up, so I'm completely wet, but that's not enough for him.

He has wide hands, tapered fingers, which is why he can hold me up so well by my buttocks, managing to lift my body in rhythm with the strokes. Of course, to be big is big - I mean him! His body!

But not only that, though, here.

Fuck, I just don't think straight anymore. Why does he never stop? Why does he go on? Why do I like it so much? After all, he is still Sunghoon.

In all this, where did Heeseung go?

"You like it, don't you?" He asks, he is amused and has a calm tone, but how does he do it?

"I...I hate you." I manage to say, with tight lips, before indulging in yet another moan.

I feel so full, filled completely by his cock as it quickly slips out and into me. It is natural for me to tighten my pussy muscles but this has exactly the opposite effect to the one I hoped for.

I hear Sunghoon moan, it's horribly wonderful.

"Stop... I'm... - Am I mistaken or is he finally having trouble talking too? I'm squeezing too hard, I think. - Stop..." He's holding back, I'd pay to see his expression now but damn it I can't!

Do I want see him cum? Should I keep squeezing, or should... I let him continue? Either way, it sounds tempting.

"I said - he says under his breath as he approaches my face, and I can tell because his forehead touches mine - stop..."

His tone is serious, he is annoyed, yet I'm sure his lips are close to mine, I can feel his breath on my mouth, I can even feel him barely touch me with his lips, but he doesn't kiss me.

"I said.... - I gasp, tired, as through it all he continues to fuck me, at his own pace (a little slower) - Y-You sucks..."

"Why? What did I do to you?" He asks me in a whisper.

"Do...do have the...dare..." Oh no, he started again, just rested 20 seconds but already resumed making me jump abruptly on his cock.

"I am Heeseung." He replies.

But who is he trying to convince? Himself?

"Y...you...are..."

"Heeseung."

"Sungh-" I can't say it, because at this very moment, he decides, without asking permission at all, to empty his cum into me.

He did. For real. Before Heeseung. How dare he!!!

I am shocked, after like fifteen seconds of him cumming, because for this amount of time too tired, I simply collapsed on his shoulder. He doesn't throw me on the bed like I thought he would, even after he pulls his cock out of me.

He is...holding me? Am I wrong, or is he hugging me? Does he let me curl up on his shoulder? Why am I paralyzed?

Nevertheless, his now calmer breathing calms me. No, this is not how it should be, where the fuck is Heeseung?

"What the..." He asks, matter-of-factly. He seems to have just returned, but where had he gone?

Sunghoon grabs me with more confidence, I look like a little monkey. "What?"

The two exchange these short sentences, but then they say nothing else, and I don't understand. Seriously, what's going on? Are they perhaps using lip service to communicate? Even if I wanted to try to find out by touching Sunghoon's mouth, I'm still tied up.

Sunghoon chuckles, Heeseung does not. However, however, the latter positions himself behind me, in theory -- now Sunghoon should put me down and leave me to the shift owner, right?

Why does it seem obvious to me that it will not go like this?

"No!"-I shout, wiggling all of a sudden. - Don't think about it!" I say menacingly.

Heeseung quells my uneasiness by putting both hands on my shoulders and pressing down, as in a massage, only much more violently. Meanwhile he rests his face on my neck, biting it.

"To what?" He asks with great nonchalance.

"B-B... - OH NO, I'm at a loss for words, I'm ashamed to say it out loud, I'm also ashamed because in my current situation, it's not certain that they will believe me, or even listen to me, but this way... the situation would be conpllicated. - Behind..."

"Behind?" Sunghoon, who now shares my weight with the friend who helps him hold me up by one thigh, asks interestedly.

"Behind...no..."

A tiny voice comes out of me, a really childish voice, I don't do it on purpose, it's embarrassment. Am I really that shy in front of them? It doesn't make any sense.

The boy behind me slides his hand down to the joint of my buttocks, he is not afraid, but I am. He pushes a finger against my opening and I petrify, because I can't escape.

"Why?" He asks, his lips resting against my ear.

Sunghoon also approaches, kissing my neck but on the other side, how dare he? "I-I just say no!" I repeat, totally unprepared.

I'll be honest, it's like I'm a virgin. A few guys, when I was younger and inexperienced, tried to convince me to walk through that door but after trying a few times I threw in the towel. After three or four failed attempts, with different partners, I realized I didn't want to do it and wouldn't even consider it as an option.

It's okay that I'm involved, it's okay that I realize it's hard to say no to these two, but... I'm going to stick with my idea. That area is off limits.

"Don't tell me..." Sunghoon begins, in a truly surprised tone.

I don't respond. Honestly, it would be better to lie and say that yes, I tried it but didn't like it, but the truth is that I can't really say I tried it. The ones I experienced were clumsy attempts and ended up not even getting the head of the cock in because I interrupted them first.

Anyway, I don't think they will believe my silence. But why lie? Why say I did it if I didn't?

"Are you an anal virgin?" Heeseung asks even more shocked.

"Please." Comments the other.

"I said no." I conclude, however, by not answering the question directly.

"All right, you said no - Heeseung tells me, pushing his pelvis against my back, as if to make himself more comfortable. - So, I won't do it today."

I never said he can in the future.

"So..." I start to say, but he doesn't give me time to finish the sentence as he thrusts it into me, I groan in surprise.

Sunghoon moves one hand to catch his cock, I still can't fall down because Heeseung holds me too, and, guess what? He puts it in, too.

I scream, I really do. I think they heard me downstairs, too.

It wasn't a scream of pain. I mean, a little bit, yes, but not that much. This is the first time this has happened-this is the first time two guys have fucked me from my pussy! Yes, it hurts, actually not really pain as much as a strong burning and a feeling of boundless openness, we could say. It's wonderful, but terrible.

"W...Wha..." I ask, in my own way, but they have begun to move, strangely slowly.

"Not today." They whisper for some absurd reason simultaneously, one in my ear and one in the other.

"You're.... kidding! Fuck!" I moan, breathing deeply.

They are both moving their cocks inside me, I can feel their every movement even in the chaos that is happening inside my head and in my belly.

Heeseung bites my earlobe, it is as violent as ever, but pushed to the right spot. Sunghoon kisses my neck, licks it, sucks it. Their concentrated breaths sound like melodies to me, though unfortunately my not being able to fully contain my voice ends up partly hiding them.

I enjoy my moment of non-lucidity to say that I... simply.. won, tonight.

I don't care about anything, neither that Sunghoon is in front of me, nor that Heeseung allowed him to be there. I'm too involved, lascivious, given over to pleasure and flesh, their flesh, that I want to touch, squeeze, lick (I admit).

How does...also... Sunghoon get hard again? And Heeseung not already cumming, after all the time he fucked me before? Who cares. As long as I can enjoy in this artificial paradise, I won't ask myself any more questions.

"Fuck...fuck..." Heeseung repeats, what a wonderful voice, and who knows what eyes, what expression he's making now.

"So... - tries to speak the other, calm as the sea in August - you're a virgin in this way. So you're not..."

"Exactly the slut I thought." The older man concludes the sentence.

He keeps talking to me like this, and I swear, I can't. As if I wasn't enjoying it enough already.

Ah, straight men and their pathetic superstructures.

"I a...am instead." I answer, with difficulty.

Heeseung pushes him hard, firmly, into me. "Oh yeah?"

"Tha...thank t.. to you." I remind him, too.

He's the one who led me here, he acted like an animal but I will too, because I am, because we are. I won't make a big deal out of it because at least I can actually be a collaborator: functional and productive!

That's what he told me to do tonight, even though he said it between the lines.

He doesn't respond, even loses power and I can tell because he almost stops. Sunghoon must be surprised as well, but no, he does not stop, on the contrary he grabs my face and turns it toward him.

"Are you done.. talking? - He asks me, tightening his fingers, then grabbing my thigh better, he starts to deliver harder and harder blows and I can't hold back, the gasps are loud and well audible. - Be quiet now."

Heeseung doesn't seem to mind as he puts a hand around my neck, pushing me against his chest, I can rest the back of my head on his shoulder. "I made a mistake." He tells me under breath.

"A mistake?" Oh fuck, I'm not thinking straight anymore. Now the doe-eyed boy is fucking fast too, fucking fast and fucking thrusting as he squeezes hard on my neck.

"Fuck." He moans in an extremely sensual tone.

Sunghoon breathes deeper. "Not today." He remembers, for some strange reason.

Then both of them, almost at the same time, cum inside me and I am simply distracted. I have no control over my tired body, used and worn as an object at their disposal.

But I cannot resist, nor do I want to.

If on my left I feel Heeseung's breath, fresh and sensual, on my right I have Sunghoon's, who is trying hard not to moan too much.

I don't understand how they keep moving, though, despite coming, again.

"Fuck - gasps the younger one, moving inside my swollen pussy, from which cum spurts as they continue to thrust so deep - I'm hard again."

Again? Wouldn't that be, like, the third time for him? But Heeseung is hard too, I can feel it very well. By now I can't even tell how long it has been since they started fucking me, but even so, they offer me the added humiliation of continuing to fuck me while I am exhausted, defeated, in their arms.

They use me as long as their bodies will let them. Their cocks rub tightly inside me, despite their cumming, they still struggle to get it all in: this does not scare them, because they go beyond endurance by bashing my pussy shamelessly. They are opening me in two.

"I'm going to destroy your pussy, bitch." Heeseung whispers in my ear, biting it.

He groans contently. "You...you little slut..." Sunghoon joins in insulting me.

Why...do I like that?

I hear them make noises of complete concentration before Heeseung's fingernails sink into the skin of my thighs as Sunghoon gasps more intensely, the two of them cumming inside me again within a very few minutes.

My pussy is really wrecked, aching, dripping and dripping with their cum, so much of it between my thighs, inside my belly. I really feel like a slut and I feel anyway.... aroused, still, maybe even more than before.

After recovering from cumming, Heeseung laboriously lifts me from under his arms, canceling contact with Sunghoon by slipping his cock out of me, then he too comes out of me to put me down, I feel him nervously untie the ropes that have been tightened for too long around my wrists.

Am I free, am I really free?

I spontaneously hug Heeseung! Damn am I happy, however, a second later I realize I am raised on my legs without any support and literally end up on the ground.

My legs don't move and I feel like their cocks are still inside me, even though I know they are not. My inner thigh is covered with their semen spilling onto the floor.

One of them grabs me by the arms. Seeing how hard he squeezes his fingers, and how he throws me on the bed, I'd say it's Heeseung.

"Are you tired already?" Sighs Sunghoon, in a bored tone.

I swallow, I don't know if I can speak, my muscles are completely relaxed, I lie practically like a corpse as I try to think of how I could recover, physically and quickly.

"She's not that good, is she?" He asks again.

Heeseung doesn't answer right away, first taking my hips to lift me up so that I can be put in the most explicit position possible, that is, with my bottom raised in front of them.

Heeseung uses his thumb to spread my pussy from the labia majora, from which their cum flows faster.

"Wah." He comments, surprised, it must be really a lot.

"In my opinion, it's still not enough." Sunghoon wisely advises.

The only thing I can do now is to hide my face in my arms, curl in on myself, and repent. Repent bitterly for every single choice I made today.

I won't take off the mask this time just because I really don't want to see Sunghoon. I will imagine that I did it with Heeseung and his brother, but I cannot, now that I am slightly lucid, accept that I fucked Sunghoon, just with him!

Besides, now they know that I am anally virgin and the fact that they may have some kind of greater sympathy for me because of that makes me nervous.

I should have refused from the beginning.

But my body is lifeless now, I can only clutch at myself while the two of them probably look at me confused...I really don't know if I'm regretful, but I certainly feel great shame.

"Hey, do you think you're done?" Sunghoon asks me.

Heeseung sighs. "Shut up. Will you stop, Amanda?" Heeseung really spells my name wrong.

What good would it do to refuse me now, anyway? If it would take me back in time, I might even think about it, but at this point that I find myself full of their pleasure, is there anything I could fix? Not anymore.

I am sad, but there is no reason why I should.

I have to pull myself together, I'm pathetic right now. I have already hit rock bottom.

I lift myself up on my legs and my arms, even though I am stunned and staggering, crawl toward their voices.

"I-I'm sorry..." I say, under my breath, not sure where I'm looking.

I hear someone swallowing but I wouldn't know who it is. "W-Why?" Asks Heeseung.

I take a long, long breath, remaining silent for several seconds, then kneel on the bed. With my hands I pick up my breasts, squeezing them, then I lift my head and stick out my tongue.

More. Give me more.

That's what I'm thinking, nothing else. The smell in the air, the fragrance of their bodies between perfume, body creams, cologne, sweat, fills my nose, I really feel under a spell.

My body is sore but wants to go on. Then again, it moved automatically to go back to them - congratulations Amanda, good choice now that you are also free.

"Oh shit." I hear Sunghoon say, but Heeseung seems to reach past him to abruptly grab my hair from the nape of my neck.

He immediately thrusts it all the way into me, gasping when it is completely inside my throat. He doesn't waste a second, doesn't hold back, starts to abruptly fuck my mouth.

I have taken it so many times and so deep that I almost don't even have esophageal reflux anymore. Thank you... Heeseung? I would say thank you Enhypen. Hahahaha... it's tragicomic, absurd.

"Fuck, you're really... oh... - can't finish the sentence, too engrossed, as my lips end up kissing his pubes, so much goes down. - Oh fuck."

Sunghoon must not like being hands-on so he grabbed my hand to make me squeeze his cock. Oh man is he big.

As I move my hand to pleasure him, he uses his larger one to guide me. He squeezes it in an almost romantic way, even though he just wants to dictate his pace, however I am not completely immune to this almost holding hands.

Does this make sense? Certainly not, given everything he's done to me, and I'm not talking about bullying! I'm talking about the fact that I would have been pregnant twice, because of him, if I didn't use the pill-so why does it excite me if our hands touch? Hello? Hello? This is Sunghoon.

However.

Heeseung dazzled me, I was worried and worried about him, but then he immediately sold me. On the contrary, from Sunghoon's point of view, he wanted to buy me at all costs.

Am I fantasizing again?

Honestly, I am still sad about Heeseung. Too many emotions! Enough!

Let's focus, as much as possible, since Heeseung is clearly raping my mouth and throat, on what we are touching. It feels... good?

As I suspected, Sunghoon's cock at the base is tighter, but tight that I almost can't close my hand anyway, let's not talk about the top part that is unnaturally swollen and thicker. God, how I'd like to see that.

At one point, Heeseung being on the verge of cumming, he chokes me with both hands to take every last inch as he abruptly thrusts his pelvis toward my face, cumming again, this time in the back of my throat.

"Fuck...what a whore..." He gasps wearily, pulling it out.

I practically cling to Sunghoon's member as I cough and spit out what's left of Heeseung's cum, forgetting to keep moving my hand. Sunghoon then clutches my wrist, pushing it away, and while my mouth is still open, with Heeseung's drops of pleasure sliding down my sides, I get choked again by Sunghoon.

He thrusts his cock all the way in, using his hand to push the back of my neck, instead of clinging wildly to my hair like Heeseung.

"Swallow this too, whore." He tells me as he literally uses me to jerk off a few seconds before filling my esophagus and spraying his cum inside me for the fourth time.

After coming though, he still won't let go of me; he continues to keep his cock inside my mouth.

"Yes, I should make you choke - he tells me, startling me, under his breath, but then he pulls it out and it is completely covered with cum and saliva - but I will be good." He concludes, then rubs it all over my face, until he gets it into the mask.

He knows that this way I will be able to see him, and in fact, for very few moments, partly because I can't keep my eyes open as he literally rubs his cock all over it, filling my eyelashes with cum, I can spot not only his involved expression, not only his wonderful erotically parted full lips, not only his relaxed eyes, but also his broad shoulders, his chest, his collarbones. He is shirtless.

Shit, I got some in my eye! What a burning.

I don't make any cry of pain and he doesn't notice, so I can still observe with my good eye still fully impaled, I can see Heeseung looking at him with his arms folded, he's contrite and he's also beautiful as he bites his lip looking at us, like an envious child.

So cute...

"Yah! - He says to me, when I inadvertently cross his gaze with my eye, then pushes Sunghoon who by now was almost enjoying doing it. He puts my mask back on. - Don't look."

"No need - Sunghoon explains, moving the hand he has always held from my wrist, letting me rest it on his chest. I imagine I've just imploded. - You can touch anything you want."

Can I really? No, wait, I shouldn't want to.

I withdraw my hands, offended, and then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, gasping tiredly and with my throat clearly irritated. Damn but how much is there? And to say I swallowed a lot of it. And then how disgusting, I'm covered.... covered by Sunghoon.

"Have you... - I cough, it's all over me - are you done?"

"No." They answer in unison, very, very quickly.

"Again?" I ask, honestly surprised.

"I think we have a winner." Heeseung says.

"What?" Sunghoon asks.

"She knows."

A winner? You're not going to tell me-that she's really talking about-that stupid question she asked me today? About who was better? Are you kidding?

"Are you serious?" I don't believe it.

"Why?" He asks amused but uneasy.

"What are you talking about?" Sunghoon asks, annoyed.

"Heeseung knows." I reply fearlessly.

Too fearless, as Sunghoon grabs me by the cheeks with one hand, forcing me closer to him.

"Heeseung has forgotten, say it again."

"He would not forget it- I try to speak, though with my cheeks pressed I express myself very badly - him."

"Never mind - Heeseung says, removing his friend's hand. - Maybe, in fact, we should stop."

He changed his mind, huh? Yet his "no" before seemed much more spontaneous.

Sunghoon laughs. "No, the magic ends when the other Heeseung disappears." He replies, climbing onto the bed.

I'm forced to move but I don't have to do it alone, because Sunghoon's hands, along my body, guide me so that I'm on top of him, lying between my legs.

Wow, I can feel his still-hard cock throbbing on my exposed intimacy, now on top of his. "I'm not done yet." He says.

"But Heeseung has finished..." I try to say, not because I really want to dissuade him, I know what he's going to do and I don't think I'll run away, as much as to annoy him.

"Yah, it's late!" Heeseung complains, adorably, however, in the meantime he gets on the bed too.

Sunghoon does not listen to him because, taking me by the waist and pushing a palm on my back, he brings my chest closer to his face. Oh....... oh......

So this is how Sunghoon uses his tongue, the same way he is licking halos of my nipples. He goes around them quickly, he's not a biter, he sucks, oh fuck if he sucks.

Heeseung wants something too, so he twirls my head to kiss me. Oh, his kisses are full, slimy, really dirty, it violates me more his tongue in my mouth than Sunghoon's on my breasts, which he squeezes, lifts, massages, as he keeps sucking them.

Heeseung doesn't want to wait any longer, so he puts it in first. As he continues to kiss me, my back resembles a C. My neck stretches unnaturally to get a little more of the ace lips, the center, the most talented member, probably. At the same time, my uncovered breasts are greedily consumed by the purely erotic licks directed at them by Sunghoon, who surely felt no sentimental involvement whatsoever in this situation, unlike me. And then, between my legs, as Heeseung enters in and smashes through, stroke after stroke, the few remnants of my dignity, he thrusts his cock in again as does Sunghoon.

God, it's horribly magnificent but...they should stop, at this rate....

"Ah!"- I gasp, loudly, Sunghoon grabs the back of my head bringing me closer to his face, rests his forehead against mine again as he continues to thrust harder and harder on his erection again. As well as Heeseung's, which seems to be going harder than the first time, he also seems angrier as he grabs onto my shoulders to thrust, plowing into my pussy with more vigor. - Ah...Ah...it's...enough...." I say this in a whisper, but the boy in front of me can hear perfectly.

"Enough?" Sunghoon asks.

Heeseung grabs me by the hips, Seunhoon pulls me by the face. I know he wants to kiss me, I'm sure of it, because he keeps brushing his lips against mine--and yet....

No, he doesn't kiss me. Heeseung doesn't let him, pulling me closer to him, but I don't think he would have done it anyway. I'm okay with it.

I don't mind. I can have their bodies, but never again, in this life, their love.

In fact, I could have played it better, couldn't I?

Maybe they would have allowed me to stay even if I hadn't given myself to anyone-or would I?

Sunghoon bites with his lips in the center of my neck, while with his teeth, Heeseung bites the cartilage of my ear, massaging one of my breasts. I seem to be enveloped by hands, more than four, of eight.

I begin to blur the sensations.

"St...sto....stop..." I try to say, suddenly emotional. What the fuck is going on!

Heeseung stiffens, I can feel it, but he keeps moving slowly, Sunghoon doesn't seem to care. "Shut up, whore..."

I start to mumble, between moans, oh no, what the hell is wrong with me, really? I feel like crying. Not here, not now.

Heeseung is the first to do something, removing my mask but making sure that I rest the back of my head on his shoulder again, this way my gaze is turned toward the roof.

"It's okay." He whispers, suddenly clasping his hands on my shoulders.

Sunghoon also makes a really primal cry, sinking his fingers into the skin of my hips as he pushes me.

They have come again, together.

But is this normal? Does it work like friends who simultaneously menstruate?

I collapse onto Sunghoon's chest. Not because I want to, it is simply inevitable; I am too tired. My belly is in turmoil again, emotions mingling with the warmth our naked bodies give off, the atmosphere is still thick.

I feel like I've been running for hours, but I've done less than everyone I think.

Sunghoon is surprised, not expecting me to let go in his arms. He holds them wide, as if he doesn't even want to touch me now that I can see him.

When I lift my confused but angry gaze to him, Sunghoon sincerely assumes a worried expression, that's when he rests his palms on my hips.

"Are you okay?" He asks, leaving me devoid of that infamous anger I was talking about; I am unarmed.

This ... is Sunghoon's chest, and it is so... wide.

I try to get up, before I give up my dignity altogether, but I am weak and he resists, holding me close to him. I look at him again.

"Are you okay?"

"What's wrong?" Heeseung asks, taking me by the arm and forcing me to turn around.

Wow... Heeseung, with his hair wet with sweat, with his skin bristling... wow... his abdomen... even if it's not as defined as Sunghon's... that is... wow... it is so concrete, massive.

"Why are you crying!" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

Do I cry? But when do I ever? I resist the temptation. I touch my cheeks, confused, they're really wet.

So Sunghoon... Did he squeeze me for that reason? Do you want to see that he's the type who gets soft in front of crying girls? Oh, that's really cute though, isn't it?

Wait! I have to get up!

I try to force my legs apart as it all becomes more and more slippery because of their semen, and also my intimate humors let's face it, but after I get up I simply slump down on the bed, not on Sunghoon at least.

"W-What? No... what are you talking about?" I justify in a hushed voice, not having enough strength to even speak.

"The magic is over." Sighs Sunghoon, getting up and gathering his clothes.

Heeseung looks at him in silence, then looks away seemingly frustrated. "Now go."

The friend, however, takes his time getting dressed. I see him out of the corner of my eye.

Heeseung first thinks about putting one of his sweatshirts on me, surprising the younger man who sneers in amusement.

"What's there to hide now, hyung?" Does it remind him satisfied, the real Sunghoon and not the one who took pity on my tears, a momentary mask? Who knows.

"Go, Sunghoon." He repeats earnestly, Heeseung, also very different from the sex animal, literally, I saw tonight.

Before leaving he stares at me, I curled up by the pillows, covering myself and avoiding his gaze like the plague. "Good night Amanda, next time." He says to me, walking out.

I shiver, literally. Heeseung sits on the bed, putting his hands to his hair, perhaps just now realizing what just happened.

Yeah, Lee Heeseung, you're a pervert.

"Are you happy?" I ask softly, wryly, covering my face with my sweatshirt.

He doesn't answer right away. "You could have... refused."

"Why me? You're the one who arranged it."

"I asked you several times." He tries to retort but I can see him being unsure.

"Why did you do it?"

"For... - he seems to answer in a rush, then freezes - because I wanted to know if you were sure."

"I was hoping you felt guilty. - I admit, smiling, I'm being ridiculous right now. - Now that I hear it out loud, it's much more embarrassing."

I leave him speechless, it's obvious. I guess I'm just making trouble for him, after all, he just wanted to have fun with his friend, and that's what I came here to do, so what right do I have?

"Sorry. I won't talk like that again."

I immediately regret it, perhaps because, contrary to how I felt this afternoon, comfortable, humanly close to him, loving like a sincere fan, I seem to realize only now that I really am just a collaborator. Not a regular girl, not a fan.

"I.... I made a mistake - he surprises me, because I really didn't expect it - I thought that this way, I would solve things." Admits.

Some things to be solved? What is he saying?

"In the end, I created more problems than anything else."

"What are you talking about, Heeseung?"

"What do you think about Sunghoon? - He asks, quickly, as if he wanted to ask me from the start. - He fucks you well, doesn't he?"

"What.... are you serious?"

He blinks those wonderful almond-shaped eyes that he has, like a confused and clumsy fawn.

"Honestly, what's the difference?" I ask.

It's not that I don't want to answer; I would deny it regardless. Simply, what does he care?

"Don't trust him. He's good at what he does." He says, getting up and starting to walk nervously.

"What did you think you were solving by saying yes to him?"

"You've seen him, no? - He asks, concerned, as if he's not even listening to me. - He went crazy because of you."

What the... what is he going to say?

"Stay away from him."

"Why? - I feel more comfortable, but I continue to cover myself as I slowly move across the bed to get closer to the edge. - He's rich, handsome, famous. If he likes me, isn't that okay?"

"He's engaged! Remember him?"

"I would never aspire to be with him but I could become his luxury whore. Gifts and rough sex, that's not bad."

"Rough sex - he scoffs, indignant - you do it with me, at best."

"Really?" I ask surprised but also confused because I can't tell if he's joking.

"Wait, so you like Sunghoon? Even if you're in this situation, shouldn't you aspire to something better than a guy who cheats his girlfriend?" He asks, as if he really wants to reason with me for me to change my mind. How nice, but why is he doing this? He's just leading me on.

"You have a girl's picture in your nightstand too, you don't have sisters, do you?"

Oh, he's surprised. I caught him! But caught who? Lee Heeseung? The korean superstar? No, worldwide I would say. My head is spinning.

"How... Nothing to do with it, we're not together."

It literally hurts my heart to have this conversation because basically it's obvious that he's joking, I'm joking too, however, he does it in a strange way-he doesn't seem to be joking, he's really leading me on.

"Then should I bet on you? - I ask him, looking at him with tired eyes. Today's sessions are taking their toll. - Or should I simply not bet on anyone?"

"Can anyone know what you are saying?!" He blurts out suddenly, loudly, in the middle of the night.

I look at him, frowning but I think I also look very sleepy. "I thought it was a meaningless speech contest. - I embellish my tone slightly, pointing at him annoyed. - You started it!" I shout, tired and stressed.

I feel like crying again, but why did I raise my voice? I'm sorry, am I making a scene? Is it all my fault?

"Does it seem so meaningless that I worry about you?"

"Yes, because you don't even know me."

"You don't know me either but you are in love with me." He replies, the idiot.

How does he suddenly make the argument so ridiculous? The anxiety is gone and so are the tears, wow, thank goodness! Thank you Lee Heeseung for being so stupid.

"The truest thing about you is that you are an idiot, aren't you?" I ask, shocked.

"Or are you in love with Sunghoon?"

"Will you stop with that? I told you I like J- I paralyze myself, remembering that now it's like he's Ester's. He even drove her home-really-the two of them alone. Really Amanda? Is that the situation to get jealous? - Jungwon." I nod.

"Shit, I can't think about it - he tells me, backing away nervously - why didn't you refuse?!"

Again?

"Why do you insist? - I huff in stew, getting up and shrugging at him as I put on his silly, fragrant sweatshirt, smell like his skin, his hair, I like it. I sniff it surreptitiously for a second and then raise my head proudly. - It's your fault."

"I made a mistake, Amanda."

"What ar..."

"Seriously." He repeats interrupting me, serious.

I can't look away now that he's staring at me like that. "Why did I have to be the one to refuse?"

"Because you are my fan. You're the one who should only want me."

But...is this real reasoning? I mean, is it really what it sounds like? Do real people reason like this? Or even worse, do famous people reason like this?

"Are you serious?"

"I-I don't know! - Ah, he stutters when he's in trouble...seriously, I.... - But it would have been better."

"So it's just a game, right? - I ask him, smiling serenely as I stretch the collar of his sweatshirt over my lips. - You just want to win."

Why does he look sad? Lee Heeseung, the actor you are.

"I want it all and I want more than the others, yes."

"You want a real answer? I don't want to leave here." I remind him, by now, this doesn't even sound like a real conversation, it's like I'm dreaming.

"Wouldn't that be better?"

"What?"

"To have you sent away." He says, as if there is still hope for redemption.

I feel like laughing but restrain myself. "You say I can still get sent away, get a million to pay off the debt at best, or end up as a host for another band at worst, just so I can worship you?"

"Avoiding the bands option, well yes, it wouldn't go unnoticed." He replies confidently.

"Wow... you have surprisingly low standards."

"Maybe while you were getting lost watching Sunghoon, you forgot that in front of you is Lee Heeseung."

"Do I become your luxury whore? We can make a contract, if you pay me the debt we estimate timisticam-" he shushes me, kissing me.

Oh, he kisses me a lot, doesn't he? How I love these kisses of his.

"Oh yeah, and would you?"

"No... - I giggle tiredly and confusedly, hanging onto his shoulder and putting myself on my toes to get closer to his ear-because if I were that close to you, I couldn't worship you anymore. I can give up the idea of Sunghoon, but not the idea of Lee Heeseung."

Wasn't that the answer you wanted to hear, Lee Heeseung?

NEXT CHAPTER:

[lovelylotusf1]

ohh that prompt game seems fun!!! how about 23/9 for max!!

Thank you for the lovely prompt anon <3 I focused a bit more on 9, but there's still some of prompt 23 - loss of abilities/skills in there. You didn't specify a ship, so I left it a bit ambiguous. But, it definitely has Max/Oscar vibes! Prompt list for if you want me to put drivers into Situations :D

Sleep deprivation

“A question for Max. What happened in turn 9 today?”

“I don't know, you fucking tell me.”

Max knows this single moment will be clipped to hell and back. He knows that PR will chew him out for it, and that it will cause the reporters to jump on him like sharks smelling blood. But he doesn't fucking care. Not when the incessant flashing of cameras makes his head swim and the endless stream of chatter from the interviewers melts together into a noise that sounds like he's developing god damn tinnitus.

There's a nervous giggle to his right, but when he turns his head he doesn't know where exactly it came from. Oscar's sitting next to him, and there's Lando, too, and since when are their faces so blurry? Max squints, trying to determine the exact point where they're blurring together into a kind of super McLaren driver. The thought makes him snort.

“It seems like you lost control of the car there for a second,” the interviewer rambles on, but Max is busy blinking the world back into focus. “Was it driver error that caused you to almost hit the barriers there?”

Oh wait, Lando and Oscar aren’t melting. Lando's just leaning into Oscar like he doesn't know about the concept of personal space. All gooey and smiley and why does that smile look a bit pained?

Suddenly, there's a foot nudging against his, and Max remembers that he needs to answer something.

“That question is stupid, so I won't answer it. I finished third, didn't I?”

Finishing P3 is embarrassing, he doesn’t need the question that will undoubtedly come next to tell him that. It'll probably be about whether he's okay with that place or if he's lost his ambition. About the multiple rookie mistakes he made throughout the race. The trip through the gravel. Only the pitstop strategy and a lucky safety car saved him from being kicked down to the cold and unforgiving fourth place.

For someone else, it might be passable. Not for Max. Never for Max.

Someone else shouts out another question. Max stares into the vague direction of it until Oscar picks up the microphone and answers something that doesn’t manage to go through the fog of his brain.

The rest of the post-race interview is torture, and by the end of it, his head is pounding and he's trying to hold back shivers that are probably from a fever he's developing. Great. Simply lovely.

When he's on his way to get to his motorhome, a hand on his shoulder stops him. “You were really weird today.” It’s Oscar’s voice. Good. Max couldn't stand anyone else right now. “Are you okay?”

Max lets himself melt into the touch a little. Allows himself the simple comfort of someone else's warmth. “I think I fucking fell ill,” he spits out. “I slept a total of three hours between cold shivers and not being able to breathe through my nose.”

The hand on his shoulder tightens. It’s Oscar's tell that he's really angry about something but doesn't want to show it directly on his face. Max is a little proud of himself, proud that he remembers that tiny detail even when his brain feels like a soapbox driven by a snail instead of the usual pace of the RB19.

“Okay, that's totally fine. Racing while sick is nice. Cool that you did that.” Max might be dead tired, but he can still hear the sarcasm dripping from Oscar’s words. “Let's get you to bed.”

“So forward. I thought that you needed to ask Lando for permission to do that with other people. Or you already asked, of course.”

Oscar laughs, that high-pitched one he sometimes lets out when someone surprises him. His arm wraps around Max's waist, guides him the last couple of steps to the door of his motorhome and beyond it. Huh. Max hasn’t even noticed that they've been walking towards his bedroom.

“I really think you need to sleep a bit. I'll stay if you need something.”

Oscar firmly but gently pushes him onto the bed. And Max lets him do it without objections. A warm feeling spreading through his body as he closes his eyes with a content sigh.

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