#if you give me a rec we can be bsfs

[garciasgirl]

hi my lovelies!!

so not related to criminal minds at all!! buttttt!! I need some romance movie recs.

like im obsessed obsessed with romance movies and i really need some good ones!!

I’ve kinda been on a cringey romcom kick soooo some of those would be nice please and thank yewwwww

xoxo,

aurora

[kitten4sannie]

ateez and corruption kinks… that’s it I just had to let that out into the void

communion

pairing: priest! yunho x nun! reader (fem)

summary: priest jeong wishes to share another communion with the most beloved member of the monastery.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: for the love of god (lol) if sacrilegious smut isn’t your thing do NOT read this,, however if it IS wellll i got something good for you <3, wine drinking, but like, in an unconventional way lmao, nasty perverted dom! yuyu, subby cock hungry! reader (can we blame her tho?), implied sex slave training, oral (giving/receiving), deepthroating, finger sucking, cum eating, implied toy usage (the toy is um….well…a religious object…)

a/n: oh nonnie idt you realize what you’ve unleashed with that ask ^^ there’s nothing i love more than corruption 🖤 physical, emotional, psychological ughhhh,,, anyways writers block and some shitty real life stuff have been taking turns beating me up the past couple months so i thought this might be a good escape for me :3 i hope you enjoy <33

p.s: i’ll be posting two more fics with a corruption theme very soonnn,, one features perverted bsf wooyoung and the other involves frat boy sannie 🫶🏼

song rec: take me to church - hozier (i mean come on….)

No matter how dark the communal church grew in the late hours of the night, the bright light of the moon still shone through the fragmented mosaic glass, now casting a myriad of gleaming crosses across your face and body as you sat on your knees upon the altar. You raised your hands up to begin worshipping your Lord in the way you were taught by Father Jeong, gingerly opening his robes to unveil the point of your focus.

Yunho lifted up a ceremonial bell and rung it once, his robes pooling around his feet, watching as your thighs squeezed tightly together underneath your heavy garments, your shaky exhale fanning over his exposed, twitching cock, finding the unyielding look of pure lust inside your eyes to be so beautiful he could shed a tear. Over the many, many communions you’ve shared together, it seemed that the bell reminded you of your loyalty to him and to your shared savior, of the pleasure you shared all in the name of God.

He pushed your veil off to expose your hair, before he placed his large hands on either side of your head, his long, slender fingers wrapping securely around it. “And, what do we say now, Sister L/N?” he asked softly, as though he were testing you, dragging his tongue over his top set of teeth, letting out a few heavy breaths.

“O’ Lord, for which I am about to receive, is truly your most precious Body and your life-giving blood, which, I pray, makes me worthy to receive for the remission of all my sins and for everlasting life,” you recited your prayer like many times before, the wetness between your thighs everlasting, watching Father Jeong let go of your head for a second to pick up a chalice of wine from the ceremony table behind him.

Yunho held the gold chalice just above his waist, growing that much harder as the dark liquid began to pour down his long, curved length, spilling off of his sticky tip and dripping into your open mouth. “The Blood of Christ…” He watched you swallow it all down, like the obedient servant you were. Something this sinful simply had to be holy, didn’t it? He swallowed down the abundant saliva that filled his mouth. “Ahh?” he voiced, like he was waiting for you to say something.

“Amen,” you sighed out, licking the remnants of wine and pre-cum from your lips, your trembling fingers clasping around his bare hips.

“Amen.”

Yunho then thrusted forward until he hit the back of your parched throat, eagerly dragging you back and forth along his sizable cock, using you like the faithful cocksleeve you were, the repetitive sounds of squelching, gagging, and muffled moaning sending delightful shivers down his spine, much like the sacred hymns did to him every morning during mass. “Sister L/N, your throat has molded to the shape of my cock, has it not? Bonding with me all these long nights, over and over, it’s like you were made for me, and only me. Tell me, Sister, does taking the Body of Christ down your throat make you feel closer to God?”

You let out a stunted, pleased moan, blinking a few tears out of your dazed, half closed eyes, watching as a blurry version of Father Jeong brought his rosary up to his lips to kiss it. Due to being trained so consistently, you knew to relax your jaw and throat in order to take all of him without fail, your gag reflex nonexistent, simply drooling all over his long, heavy cock instead, much to Yunho’s delight.

“Oh, God, let His will be done….” He hunched over slightly, in order to pound himself into the back of your throat over and over, thick strands of pre-cum and saliva dripping from your chin and landing onto your previously pristine garments, his fingers closing in around your bulging throat to feel himself moving inside it. It was simply too much for the priest to handle. “So…nnngh–sovereign, so pure, this divinity…” Yunho expressed between heavy pants, suddenly pulling out until his twitching cockhead rested against your splayed out tongue. “Sister L/N, you must show me something heavenly so that I may fill you with the Holy Spirit. Be quick, for I am at my limit…”

Licking the beads of pre-cum from his slit, you began to lift up the layers of your tunic until your bare cunt glistened underneath the moonlight that was casted over you like a spotlight, the edges of your skin glowing as though you were a real life angel, one that was sent down from above to tempt Yunho, especially now that he could see you in your most vulnerable state. “Father Jeong, please see what I’ve done for you. I’ve kept myself full…so that I may take you inside properly…”

It was then that Father Jeong fell to his knees before you, looking up at the slick heaven in between your thighs, before leaning in to lap up the abundant wetness from your lips, his hot tongue practically melting against your cunt as he ate you out like a starved man, spreading your open with his ringed thumbs. Maintaining steady eye contact with you, he slowly pulled the hood of your clit back to expose your weak point, wrapping his plush lips around it as he began to suck and lick until he had you trembling above him, your nails digging into the dense wood of the pews. “Cum before me,” he commanded, dragging his tongue along your fluttering slit up to your throbbing clit until you let out a beautifully broken cry.

You spread your trembling thighs open just enough to allow what was filling you up the entire time to slowly come sliding out, both you and the priest letting out a similar gasp once it did. A thick, slick-covered silver cross landed inside Yunho’s open palm. He watched diligently as you lifted it up to his mouth, not even having to say anything as he sucked it clean. Without exchanging words, Yunho stood back and squeezed his throbbing cock, just as you lowered yourself back down onto your knees with a loving smile, watching with pride as he began to shudder, long spurts of his hot cum landing onto your tongue and disappearing down your throat.

“What a thing of beauty….” The priest swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath. “You never fail to bring me close to our Savior, my dear,” he praised, reaching down to rub the remaining remnants of his seed over your swollen lips and onto your tongue with his thumb, pulling it away from your mouth and licking the last of his saltiness off of his digit himself.

“It’s all for the greater good,” you softly replied, slowly standing up and hiking up your now soiled garments, so that you could bend over the pew, spreading yourself wide, opening the gates of your heaven and giving Yunho access like every blissful night before. “Now, please allow me to bring you even closer.”

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[joocomics]

wild cherry: christmas special

read part one here | read part two here

pairing: bf!hyeongjun x fem!reader x bsf!jiseok

genre: smut, slice of life — 18+ wc: 2.3k

summary: attending a christmas party with your boyfriend han hyeongjun and your best friend jiseok who's back in town for winter break is followed by getting cozy in your apartment only the three of you; just the way you like it

a/n: this wild cherry spin-off was initially planned to be released on dec 25 as a little christmas gift from me to you, my lovely readers and enjoyers of the wild cherry trio, but because my health condition got worse i didn’t get the chance to put it out. but here it is! i hope it’s still enjoyable for all of you! love you <3

contains: established monogamous relationship, sub!reader, threesome, fingering, orgasm denial (f!rec), orgasm control (f!rec), spanking, begging, restraints

[ xdinary heroes masterlist | general masterlist ]

Familiar and unfamiliar faces are already mingling in Jooyeon's apartment when you arrive. Your boyfriend Hyeongjun is holding your hand as Jiseok walks in first with excited eyes roaming in search for the host of this party. He told you beforehand that Jooyeon is known for throwing the best parties no matter the time of the year and despite you've never met the guy you can already tell it must be true.

The place is packed. Filled with laughter, chatter and twinkling lights.

"The decoration is so pretty!" You exclaim, not expecting to see such beautiful Christmas tree in the corner of a college boy's apartment.

"He definitely had someone to do it for him," your boyfriend comments not dropping your hand.

"You caught me!" Somebody shouts over the blasting music before appearing out of nowhere behind you. There's a wide grin on his sharp face as his eyes sparkle joyfully. They make him look not so intimidating as he introduces himself to you after giving Hyeongjun a big hug. "Make yourself at home." He winks at you and to that you reply with an appreciative smile.

You're glad to see a familiar face approaching as you put your jacket away and remain only in the dress you carefully picked out for tonight - Hyeongjun isn't here to see it though because Jiseok was quick to drag him in another direction.

The girl, a childhood friend from your neighbourhood, wraps arms around you in excitement as you haven't seen each other in a hot minute.

"So you know Jooyeon?" She raises a brow as she walks you to the kitchen counter where all the drinks are.

"Oh, I just met him for the first time," you explain, taking your first sip of alcohol, "Jiseok and my boyfriend are close friends with him."

"Ohh, you have a boyfriend? Sweet." She smiles, but you can tell she's more interested in something else you said. "I'm surprised to see Jiseok in town. I really want to talk to him, but we haven't spoken in like... years. I follow him on Instagram though, he's gotten so fuckin' hot."

You shoot a glance over at the circle where Hyeongjun and Jiseok are chatting with few other guys then guide your eyes back on the girl in front of you. She's staring while holding the red plastic cup against her chin, lost in thoughts - about Jiseok you can guess.

"He's still the same silly guy you probably remember." You attempt an encouraging smile.

"You're like besties with him, right?" Her gaze fixates on your face with determination. "Do you think I'm his type?"

"Yeah, but he doesn't really date so I have no idea who he's hooking up with." You shrug shoulders, looking away. For some reason you're struggling with your words a bit and you don't like that. "Go for it." You shrug again.

"I will!" She squeals, overexcited with the idea and walks away.

Your gaze peers through her back as she distances herself and you feel something bitter on your tongue and it's not from the drink you're having.

You catch Hyeongjun leaving the overcrowded sofa and heading towards you. His presence immediately makes that unsettling thrill vanish and now it's only the special affection you feel for him that's flowing through your veins.

"Apparently everyone gets one of these." He reveals what he's been hiding behind his back - a pair of reindeer ears headband and a santa hat. "So, which one you're picking?"

"The hat obviously." You chuckle, stealing it from his hand and putting it on.

"Alright, no need to fight me over it."

Hyeongjun's sarcastic expression slowly starts to fade as he drags his gaze up your figure.

He finally noticed; that makes you smile with satisfaction and you take a step closer.

"It's just that you will look adorable with these." You grab the headband and place it in his dark brown hair.

The corners of his lips curl upwards, tempting you to kiss him.

"I've never seen you in this dress before," he comments using the opportunity to place hands on your waist. His adulation is evident even in his voice that's turning lower. "You look so pretty."

"Thank you, baby." You almost whisper, hanging arms over his shoulders.

You breathe in his scent before shutting your eyes as your lips meet in a slow kiss. You can effortlessly melt in his warm embrace if you stay for longer like this; especially when your mouths are perfectly connected too.

After you separate, still aware of your surroundings, you take your boyfriend's hands and pull him towards the living room that has transformed into a dance floor thanks to Jooyeon's punk rock playlist.

You have to give it to him - it's a good one.

"C'mon!" You pleade as Hyeongjun's head shakes in refusal. "Just one dance, please!" Your lips purse into a pout meanwhile his face continues to scrunch up sulkully.

His brain hates the idea, but clearly his body cannot deny you a thing, because his legs allow to be dragged in the centre of the room after he tosses the headband on the counter.

He’s not dancing and keeping those on at the same time.

"You can just hold me like this," you lower his hands on your waist as your back is pressed against his chest. Your hips sway side to side following the rhythm of the song while your fingers rest on top of his. "And I'll dance for you."

Hyeongjun laughs silently at your demeanor, but he admits that he enjoys the feeling of this - of your body rubbing gently against him while your perfume helps him shut his mind off as he focuses only on having you in his arms.

For a little while you get lost in the moment and once your eyes open you notice something new - Jiseok has turned his back on the people he's been communicating with and is giving all his attention on the girl from your neighbourhood that he hasn't seen in years. The one you encouraged to go talk to him.

You don't know what's happening to you; seeing this shouldn't be making you feel this way. Yes, you love Jiseok and you always will - differently from how you love Hyeongjun, but still just as strongly. Maybe what you feel when you look at them is in fact jealousy. One that's deriving not from him possibly spending the night with a girl, but him possibly choosing somebody else over you and Hyeongjun.

And that’s stupid. But then... you barely get to see him anymore.

As your mind fogs up from thinking and from your boyfriend's lips getting in warm contact with your neck, you and Jiseok lock eyes across the room.

His gaze peers into yours, and judging by the way your mutual friend remains sitting still, she doesn't notice a thing yet. You can only see her back and how her hands fly in the air as she yaps to him, but he doesn't seem to be listening anymore.

Not when you provoke Hyeongjun to kiss your neck by discreetly, or not so discreetly, grinding your ass against his crotch.

"Mmm, kiss me again," you say and he fulfills your wish - with an open mouth that goes for another kiss straight away. Pleasant warmth rises in your veins when Hyeongjun’s grip tightens on the sides of your body as his lips travel to your jawline in front of Jiseok’s eyes; a small airy sound escapes his throat from your ass slowing down against his dick.

Jiseok’s face forms a half-smirk as if he actually heard that. The tension in his gaze, glowing at you in the form of a mischievous spark, remains strong and evident as he forces it back on the girl in front of him.

You miss out on this, but not even a minute later he looks at you again. But you already turned around, placing hands on Hyeongjun’s neck who’s staring lovingly at your mouth.

The three of you crash on your bed or more concretely you and Hyeongjun meanwhile Jiseok sits on the edge of it because it’s too small for the three of you to lay comfortably.

He’s sleeping on the couch tonight, but for now he’s still here as you’re chatting about the new skateboard decks he’s been working on. It’s way past midnight, but waiting in the cold weather for your cab to arrive kind of erased the tiredness from your bodies.

You sit up so you’re in the middle of the two boys as the conversation eventually comes to an end. You’re between Hyeongjun’s legs meanwhile Jiseok is next to you, laid back, with hands sinking into the mattress as he stares blankly into the wall in front of him.

Once he acknowledges your gaze on his side profile he turns to face you.

It’s not that easy to look away from Jiseok; especially when you share memories like the ones you do, and you haven’t seen each other in person in six months.

And when you’re both slightly tipsy.

Your eyes peek at his familiar plump lips and Jiseok can swear that running his tongue over them is not an intentional act. He just cannot ignore the rush that’s awakening in him as he reminisces about your taste.

He looks away and sighs, but his eyes return to you quickly after when you pull him closer by his shirt.

“It’s very sweet of you that you left the party with us.”

You tug the clothing slowly in your direction and Jiseok feels a strong adrenaline wave invading his chest.

“Of course,” he replies breathlessly; seconds before you invite your lips onto his own.

He lurches forward, unsteady by his posture, but also by the kiss that magnifies in a matter of seconds. The way your tongue swiftly turns it into a sloppy making out catches him aback and for a quick moment he finds himself weakening under your control.

But just for a moment.

You pull back and your eyes smile at him, approving of his glossy stunned gaze before you turn your back on him.

You crawl onto Hyeongjun’s restful figure, and lean over his face, wanting to kiss him too. You keep your spine arched, your thighs spread out to provide Jiseok with a tempting view.

Soon enough, you earn goosebumps from his hands sneaking beneath your dress with lazy motions. They roam around your ass, sinking rough fingertips into your flesh, but not for long as you let out a soft moan in your boyfriend’s mouth and that provokes them to pull your panties to the side; then spank you once or twice.

He always needs so little from you for his self control to crumble.

“Tsk,” he snickers at the wetness his fingers slip into, “already wet, holy shit…”

Hyeongjun tastes your sounds of pleasure one by one, so sweet on his tongue that he finds himself humming along with hands in your hair; intoxicating himself more by swallowing them all through your eager kisses.

The arousal Jiseok forms inside you heightens rapidly though - his bold arched fingers eventually start to aim against your deepest spot furiously as your walls now pulse harder around them.

“Baby,” you pant in Hyeongjun’s face that heats up from your breathing, “I’m so close—“

Your one hand grips his shirt for support as he only smirks at your gradual change of state until your head drops in defeat and that makes him chuckle softly.

Jiseok emptied your stimulated walls and left them to clench around air.

“Close?” He asks behind you with devilish tilt in his tone before landing another slap at your ass. “Maybe not close enough.”

You rise up and his hands cannot resist the temptation to travel up to your boobs when your back is practically pressing against his chest.

Hyeongjun watches the two of you with lustful eyes - how his friend’s teeth graze against your neck, promising scattered violet marks all over your skin, meanwhile his palms are full with your breasts. Your eyes flutter shut as his mouth sucks greedily below your ear until a moment later they open to look at him.

After he sits up, you impatiently grip his shirt as a sign for him to get even closer. That results into Hyeongjun dragging your dress up your hips and tugging your underwear down so he can finally touch you.

“Make me cum, please, baby…” You hold onto his shirt, begging with your fragile rushed voice and with every little flinch of your body.

His lips tug lazily at your obvious neediness, but he doesn’t seem like he’s about to fulfill your wish right away.

“Patience, doll.” He runs his fingers up and down your slick with zero force.

“That means you cum whenever we say,” Jiseok adds onto his friend’s words and his erotic laughter clashes with the sound of his metal belt getting undone behind you.

“Please!” You mewl again, twitching at the way the rush elevates every time Hyeongjun’s digits get closer to your clit.

His fingers are cold and that only adds to the nice thrill lingering low in your tummy instead of repressing it.

“So needy tonight.”

“Should we tie her hands maybe?” Jiseok shoots a glance over his friend, removing his belt completely. “She’s getting very touchy.”

He’s referring to your desperate attempts to keep their hands where you need them most. They keep sneaking away though; Hyeongjun's cold touch withdraws entirely as he gives a response that makes your heart skip a beat from excitment.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Jiseok seems to effortlessly pull out your boyfriend's domineering side in ways you haven't yet.

You wonder what other things could they come up with because of you.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[gowonders]

11:45 ♥ c.bg

notes : helloooo >_> felt like writing a new years fic for the pure reason of me liking it more than christmas.. and i got a crazy idea while doing my makeup .. soo.. !!! DID I FORGET TO RELEASE THIS…??? maybe. so it is based around new years, im so so so so sorry!! its so late >_< hope you enjoy this ~

warnings : not proofread, english isn’t my first language, yes i did bsf➡️lover again kill me, perv!switch!gyu, kinda perv!sub!fem!reader, dubcon, mentions of alc, and oral (m. rec.), reader has a BAD oral fixation :3, lmk if i missed any baes~~

beomgyu only had one new years wish. or.. resolution, he should say. to get you, his best friend to be his new years kiss. and he had a set plan, to get you to a party, and get you drunk enough to forget anything if you didn’t feel the same .. simple enough, right?

except, like anything that seems simple, it was the most fucking complicated thing ever.

a couple of knocks are heard on the doorway as you fix your makeup up, you turn your head back and meet beomgyus gaze, a meek smile on your lips. “hey gyu, what’s up?” you ask, putting down your lip gloss vial. beomgyu huffs and shakes his head. “um? we have to go soon.. get dressed and finish your makeup, i only wanna be fashionably late.” he says with a chuckle. “okay, okay,” you respond with a giggle. “let me get changed…” you trail off as you put on lip gloss, it had a pretty glimmer which gave it a white tone, and of course, it drove your best friend crazy. because all he could think of was painting your pretty lips with his cum…

“beomgyu.” you cut through his thoughts, holding up some dresses. “can you help me pick one? i’ll be quick, i just seriously don’t know which one to wear.” you ask with a pout, tilting your head.

“uhhhhhhh” beomgyu says into the air.. both of the dresses were cute, and they’d look perfect on you.. but one was more revealing. one one hand, it’d be really easy to keep his eyes on you all night.. but on the other, people would be able to see you too… “that one.” he says, pointing towards the less revealing dress. he’d be able (hopefully) to see more some other day. “oh, yeah! that is cute!” you say with a smile, “let me get changed and we can go.”

a few minutes later, you’re walking out of your room, looking absolutely perfect. like.. beomgyu could die right. there. but luckily, he keeps his composure and stands up, looking you up and down. “you look really nice, yn.” he says with a grin. “um.. thank you gyu, you too?” you respond with a chuckle, tilting your head at your best friends sudden sentimental words.

with a sigh, beomgyu waves his hand and grabs his keys, waking towards the door. “let’s get going?”

and somehow, maybe 2 hours later, you’re wasted.

you only had a few drinks.. did you? at this point, you couldn’t keep track. your best friend kept handing them to you, and you just took them, because what kind of person turns down free drinks? maybe a smart person.. because at this point, you are feeling things worse than a buzz.

“beomgyu….” you slur out, titling your head as you look at the boy sitting next to you. “can you hand me that..” you say to the boy holding your purse in your lap, pointing at it. you had kindly asked beomgyu to hold your purse before you came, and thank god you did.. because who knows where your stuff would be without him? “yeah, for sure.” he says stiffly, handing you the bag.

his mind is going crazy. he pulls out his phone a few moments after giving you your stuff, and sees the time. 11:45. he only had around 20 minutes to try and get you to be his new years kiss.. or more.

and god.. the way you applied that pretty and shiny lip gloss right infront of him didn’t help. he wanted to kiss it off, and have it smeared all over his cock. you would look sooo pretty… big, round, glassy eyes looking up at him, your bruised knees visible from your short dress, his hands tangled in your hair. don’t even get him started, if only you gave him a chance.

“it’s 11:50…” you start, pouting. you take your can of.. whatever you were drinking at this point, who was keeping track, and holding it up to your lips. “another year, no kiss.” you say in a tone that, to beomgyu, sounds like you’re begging him for that kiss. you take a sip of the drink and hold it up, making a toast to yourself. “ah, no.. yn..” beomgyu says, pulling your can down. “if you want.. i could kiss you? i know we’re best friends but like.. you complain every single year.” he sighs, looking you in the eye. he had you right where he wanted, you were drunk, he could have you in his arms if he used the right words. “i just hate to see you so upset!” he says with somewhat fake pity.

“really? you’d do that for me, gyu?” you ask, your face almost lights up. “you’re so thoughtful.. shit, i’ll take it.” you say with a slurred chuckle, pulling out your phone once more to check the time. 11:59.

“well. um.” beomgyu starts with a chuckle. “yn, happy new years. you’re my closest friend, and i can’t wait to see what the new year brings, right? i think you’re really great so like-“ he says, somewhat rambling before you cut him off. “its 12.” you mumble, holding onto his shoulders and pulling him in, pressing your glossed lips to his.

finally, ohmygodohmygodohmygoddd- are all of beomgyus thoughts repeated as you kiss him, and soon enough, he tries and shoots his luck, swiping his tongue across your lip, and your lips part.. which just ends you guys making out for a little longer than some “new years kiss”…

as he pulls away for air, you’re still connected by a string of saliva, and his lips are smudged with your lip combo.. just like he wanted. you guys had already made out.. and you were in some isolated part of the house.. it wouldn’t be a crime to ask.. “yn, wanna give me head?” it was bold. really fucking bold. but you were drunk, you would not remember anything in the morning. “yeah, sure.” you mumble. “like.. right now…?” you ask, and he just nods.

“mkay.” you say under your breath, and your hands move to his belt, undoing it. the clinks echo throughout the empty room as he leans back on the armrest of the couch, his hair turning more disheveled than it was before. your fingers hook under the waistband of his briefs once you unzip his pants, and he shivers, leaning his head back.

“i’m gonna.. yeah.” you say, slipping off the fabric and watching his hard-on spring against his stomach, your mouth watering at the sight of his leaking, red tip. you press your thighs together and whine, wrapping your hand around the base of his length, starting to pump it. his cock was so pretty..?

you could barely contain yourself as you press a small kiss to his tip, a shaky breath fanning against it. “so pretty. love you.” you mutter before you lick up his precum and wrap your lips around his length.

beomgyu couldn’t believe his ears.. aren’t,,, drunk sayings,,, sober thoughts??? he didn’t want to harp on it much.. he was literally about to ruin you. and your pretty little face.. and that really distracted him as he laced his fingers through your hair, fisting it.

as you sped up, beomgyu started to push your head down to take all of his inches, making you choke slightly and tears well at your eyes… you could care less. the salty taste and the way it hit your throat had you going crazy, you had to press your thighs together to try and satiate some neediness, but you could still tell, with the way your whines and moans muffled against his cock, making the experience all the more better.

“n-ngh, yn, fuck!” he chokes out, hips snapping up against your face as he pushes your head all the way down. “f-feel so- good..!” he pants. sweat was beading at his forehead, and a sheen of it could be seen from his half open dress shirt.

and you were faring no better, because beomgyus taste alone had you going, eyes squeezing shut to hide the way they rolled back.. you couldn’t wait for him to just paint up your throat.. and he looked so pretty, eyes squinting and lips parted as he lets out heavy breaths and groans, his disheveled hair and shirt.. god you were going crazy.

your hands jerked off the parts you absolutely couldn’t reach, so with that, your mouth and the vibrations of your moans.. beomgyu was on edge.. he could cum. any second. and honestly.. so could you.

“g-gonna c- ah!!” beomgyu cries out, throwing his head back all the way against the arm rest, hips rolling up into your face, gripping your hair for dear life, needy moans leaving the boy until he stays in a hilt, shooting white ribbons of seeds into your throat, making your whine against him, and that shot off your climax, except you finished in your panties, ruining the flimsy fabric. he just tastes so good..

and you were about to get the whole.. ruined underwear.. somewhat taken care of.

[leafsgarbage]

you belong with me | m.a. (Taylor’s Version Special)

A/N: For you bestie

Synopsis: you were always there for him, and quite frankly, it was time for him to notice 

Genre: Angst, fluff, childhoodfriends!AU

Warnings: N/A

Pairings: atsumu x f!reader, atsumu x bsf!reader, slight suna x f!reader

Song Rec: You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

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Atsumu didn’t always have a hoard of girls following his every move. If you remember correctly, when you and the twins were five up to the age of fourteen, the only girl that followed them was you. 

They were your neighbors and it was inevitable that the three of you would become best friends, and you picked up others along the way: Suna, Aran, Akagi, Kita, the whole team.

You were always closer to Atsumu growing up, but that didn’t mean you cared for the other twin any less. You loved them both equally, but one in a different way. Since you were six years old you’ve crushed hard on the setter, it was hard not to.

Osamu picked up on this in later years, but never brought it up to either of you. He was never one to meddle and he just assumed that everything would work itself out. He did pay a lot of attention though. The way you looked at him and the way he looked at you. 

He picked up on his brothers little habits with you, different from any girl he’s ever interacted with before. He’d linger his stare on you just a little while longer, he’d find some way to be able to touch you, whether it be brushing your hair away or making you upset by flicking your forehead.

There were also the way he’d shoo boys away from you. They would ask him to deliver their note to you and he’d throw it in the trash and tell them you said no. The only boys who he let talk to you were the ones in VBC and the ones in your classes he didn’t know about.

For whatever reason, he assumed his brother was aware of the feelings he harbored for you, but Osamu should’ve known how much of an idiot he is, and how shy you were.

You never really got into volleyball the way the twins did. You always felt like more of a side character so you decided to be a manager, because that didn’t really put you in the spotlight. 

The team constantly assures you you’re very much not a side character at all, and that you are the center of the team and it keeps them going. You and Kita talk a lot with the coach because you’re the head manager and he’s the captain. Atsumu always complains and says you’re keeping secrets from the rest of the team. Kita in turn, always gives him a look that shuts the situation down.

You then lighten the mood with a joke or two and everything is right back to a normal tone. That’s usually the way things work around there and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

One thing you hated was the amount of fangirls that have followed the Miya twins constantly. Especially at practice. The team was preparing for the beginning of the spring tournament, coming off of a high after finishing 2nd in the inter high competition. 

They hoarded into the gym squealing with letters in hand. What you hated even more was the way that Atsumu would humor them. 

He flashed a grin and they went crazy over it. “Please drop off your items, but we have to start practicing for our competition sweethearts.” They nod eagerly dropping their cards and chocolate at his feet. He claps his hands and smiles. “Thanks for your support, see you on the court ladies.” Once they head to the rails up top to watch, Atsumu approaches you. “Y/n, babe, would you please-”

Before you can respond upset, Kita interjects. “Atsumu, clean up the messes you bring in and leave our manager out of it.”

This is the end of the discussion and Atsumu does as he’s told. You walk towards the team to hand water bottles. Once Osamu picks it up he chuckles. “He’s an idiot y/n, you know.”

You smile menacingly. “An idiot that I want to strangle half the time.” Osamu laughs again and heads out.

“Just thump him in the head y/n, we all know he could use it.” Suna adds making you laugh.

Atsumu comes back after putting away everything to get his water bottle. He wraps an arm around you and squeezes you tight. “Love you.” You take in a sharp breath. He’s said it so much but you know not in the way you’re thinking. It catches you off guard every single time. 

“Y/n, can you toss me a towel?” Aran asks and just like that, you’re pulled out from your imagination. 

This continues for the next two weeks and you’re all but fed up. He keeps acting like it’s no big deal and you’re not sure how you like that. It goes on the whole week, each day more so than the last. 

“Don’t let it bother you y/n.” Kita advises. “I know it’s hard, but he’s an idiot, you should know that.”

“A little too well.” You chuckle. 

Atsumu continues to sign cards and give off a smile that could light up this whole town. You decide to follow Kita’s advice and just drop it. At least for now.

The next day you decide to sit at the park waiting for Atsumu to meet you to start your glass painting which you two decided to do. You spot him almost immediately and he’s walking in the street with his worn out jeans, and a group of girls following close behind. You see he’s trying to ignore them, but you can’t help thinking this is how it ought to be.

You laugh to yourself on the park bench, ignoring him. “Hey isn’t this easy?” You wonder sometimes what would happen if Atsumu had not come into your life as he did.

He finally gets to you and apologizes. “Sorry y/n, they ambushed me.”

“Did you even ask them to leave you alone?” You wonder beginning to set up your supplies.

He shrugs it off. “I figured it was rude to do that.”

“Yea, that’s rude.” You mutter under your breath. You decide to drop it because as Kita said, he’s an idiot.

The next week you confide in Suna who was in your math class to rant to. “It’s just so annoying Rin, I’ve been here all along so why can’t he see?” 

“Y/n, you know-”

“Yes he’s an idiot, I know, but after all this time how could he not know?” 

Suna suggests maybe to stop talking to him to see if it bothers him enough to catch his attention. “I’ll think of something else don’t worry.” After this, Suna talks to Osamu, Akagi, and Aran to sort this out. 

“I don’t know if not talking to him will do it,” Osamu explains. “He’ll just say sorry and she’ll accept his apology without admitting to anything.”

Akagi hums but he perks up with an idea. “Suna! You have a crush on y/n, why don’t you just put the moves on her to make him jealous?” Akagi realizes his mistake quickly when Suna gives him the scariest look he’s ever seen.

“Secret crush Akagi-san.” He apologizes while the rest of the boys stare at him questioningly. Suna just shrugs, “I may like her, but that idiot is in love with her.” 

From there, a plan was put into effect, and they thought it would be best if you didn’t know to ensure you didn’t let anything slip. 

It started out pretty innocent. 

While you were handing out water bottles to the boys, Suna would come up last and chat with you before maybe tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He would also wink every time he made eye contact with you. Your cheeks would flush and you’d look away.

At first, Atsumu didn’t notice. He did when you came in to practice and Suna helped you with your bags, something Atsumu would normally do, and you laughed at something he said. He didn’t dig into it too much but he definitely knew something was up.

Then, all around school Suna would walk with you, an arm around your shoulder looking as if you were with him. Atsumu was taken aback, because what was happening. He asked his brother during lunch and Osamu wanted to laugh but he needed to do this for everyone’s sake.

“Dunno,” he says with his mouth full. “Maybe he’s in love with her or somethin.’” Atsumu turned his head to where Suna sat next to you, both of you laughing and talking with one another. He didn’t know much but he knew he didn’t like this one bit.

He decided to bud in whenever you two were alone. If he saw you walking, he’d barge right in the middle. You guys were talking? Jumps right into conversation. Suna saw what was going on, but kept it to himself and decided to bump it up a notch.

After practice was over Suna hurried over to you, patting himself dry. “Y/n, can I walk you home?” He asked.

“Sure.” You smiled back sweetly. You knew Suna was being a lot more friendlier with you, and you honestly didn’t mind the idea of the two of you. It wasn’t right to use him to get over Atsumu, but you needed something to stop your overwhelming feelings.

Atsumu overheard this of course. Suna made sure of that, and he knew that he would be there after school. Atsumu walked over to you and ruffled your hair a bit to which you whined. “Hi pretty girl, can I walk ya home?” You didn’t see that coming.

“I’m walking home with Rin...” You trailed off looking at Suna who had a grin on his face.

Suna nods in the direction of the school. “It’s all good. Osamu asked me to help him out after school so I have to go. Have fun.” He smiles solemnly to himself and walks away from you.

You look back towards your friend questioningly. “What’s up with you?”

He doesn’t seemed fazed by the question and just shrugs. “I don’t know what you mean-”

“Atsumu, you’ve been around me all the time, you never seem to leave me alone especially when I’m with Rin, so what is going on.” Your patience is running thin and he could tell.

Atsumu purses his lips and runs a hand through his hair. “You belong with me, y/n.” Your eyes practically bulge out of your face as you ask him what he means. “I’m saying that I want you to be with me because... well, because I love you. I always have, but I’m really dumb and an idiot and I’m sorry it took me so long.”

The smile that stretches across your face is intoxicating to him and he wonders if you’re going to laugh at him. “You’re such an idiot Atsumu, but you’re mine and you belong with me.” You wrap your arms around his neck and place a quick peck on his lips. “Took you long enough.”

He chuckles at your teasing and places his hands at your sides. “Yea I know. Now let’s go home, I want you all to myself.” 

A/N: lol hiii

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[curseofaphrodite]

hi astoria !!

oooh so he's actually rlly nice. we sit in the library and do our assignments together everyday and he's funny ahfjdhd- we went for pizza together after school and it was sm fun 😭.

also guess who saw their ex-bsf on the street today 🤡.

spoiler alert: it was me 🥲.

we're supposed to go to Cochin, Munnar and Alleppey i think. out of all 45 students only 12 of us are going 💀.

how're you? how's everything going? also quick question, have u read the spanish love deception 👀? here's a medal 🥇 bc ily <3 take care of yourself mwah 💋.

-🧚🏼‍♀️

I GIVE MY BLESSING. YOU MAY MARRY HIM RN.

no. no. sue the ex-bsf. did they try to talk to you?? i know it can be energy draining :(

woop hehe but i hear cochin is very fun. MUNNAR IS FANTASTIC. ive been there like 3 times. bring LOTS of sweater, its so cold. you get really cool souvenirs and gods they have the best tea and BEST DAMN VIEW!!! definitely one of my fav tourist spots.

i did read the spanish love deception! i loved the first half over the other but i dont regret reading it. gimme book recs rn 🔪🔪

i get a medal! yes! here's a 🦭 seal because they're cool.

you tc of yourself too and gimme updates!