#it’s late.. yeah that’s my only excuse for this one

[feral-renaissance-cat]

Back when I worked at [grocery store name redacted], I went there on one of my days off with my dad and he left his cart in the parking space. I told him to put it in the corral, if nothing else, but since we weren't too far from the store he should put back by the door. He said, "Oh it's fine, people get paid to take them back." To which I snapped, "Yeah, me! And I've got other stuff to do! Put it back."

Because while the store as a megaentity doesn't notice when someone has 15 tasks to do in eight hours instead of 14, management sure as hell notices when they get customer complaints. When enough people grumble because they had to go hunt their own carts in the parking lot when they're already behind schedule and how dare the store not be considerate of their needs, the managers don't think, "Oh geez, we should designate someone to only go get the carts," they think "What lazy bum on my team isn't paying attention to the cart corrals?" Then they make everyone attend a meeting either right before opening or late after closing and they lecture everyone on "customer satisfaction" and how it's everyone's duty to make sure everything is as convenient for the customers as possible, which includes going out to get the carts when customers need them. Because they refuse to let the labor costs go up. If they can squeeze a few extra drops of productivity out of an already wrung-out skeleton crew, they're going to do it. No need to increase the labor budget by $1000 per month just to get another redundant grunt worker. If everyone looks busy and the customers aren't complaining, then there's no problem at all.

If the employees complain it's because they have terrible work ethic or they're trying to get the other employees wound up and neither of that is good for business, so they'll find excuses to get that employee off the team so their negativity won't infect anyone else.

The best way to stick it to the capitalists or whatever is to avoid stores with overworked employees, make public/social media complaints about how tired and thinly stretched everyone at that store is, and take your business somewhere small and local that treats their employees well. Make their money go away and give them a bad reputation; that's what hurts them.

[souljahwwitch]

FUCKED UP! °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ hc’s about thanos x best friend reader who’s just as energetic as him <3

(no squid game!)

(kind of fwb like in my every other best friend! reader fic 😔)

°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ choi su-bong (or thanos as he forces you to call him) have been best friends since diapers, both of your fathers being filthy rich, they were connected to the hip, and so you two are.

°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ one out of many things you two have in common is the pure hatred towards your fathers, you two always found a way to fuck up some family dinners or country club parties—and no one ever suspected a thing.

°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ no one suspected you, because how could y/n l/n, the oh so precious daughter of f/n l/n ever be so cruel? you were too pretty for that, too smart—no one actually knew you for who you are except thanos.

°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ they suspected thanos, of course they did—but he didn’t really care, only thing that mattered is having fun with you—like taking hits from the bong right before your father and his father and some prissy guests wait for both of you to come down to some boring dinner.

you sat there—trying not to burst out laughing at random things, thanos was beside you, gripping your thigh to stop you—and himself from laughing

“ sweetheart, you’ve gotta stop looking like your face is about to explode.” thanos mumbled beside you—and that just made you wheeze, he couldn’t hold it anymore also—so you laughed it out while making an excuse you have to go to a very important business walk!! (you two don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.)

°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ being his best friend means sneaking out at two am for whatever reason, you two were always in your pajamas too—even though you two are the same in personality—the style was a bit different.

“c’mon princess, jump i’ll catch you!” he whisper-yelled, between laughs because—why tf are you wearing a hello kitty pjs

“i can’t, asshole! what if you drop me-“ you hissed, sitting at your window, looking down at him.

“now don’t be dumb, i always catch you, angel, you know that.” he said cockily right before you sighed and jumped, he catches you, of course, but he doesn’t let you live it down

“see, dumbass! i told you!”

“fuck off >:(!!!!”

°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ being his best friend means you can come to him for everything and he can come to you, your family were always on some business trips, so you two were often taking care of eachother.

and that’s how you find yourself in this position, pouring rain, walking from your mansion to his because you got a fever, and your dad was on a business trip with his dad—and he didn’t left you any over the counter medicine, yeah, he left you shit ton of money, but pharmacies don’t work at 4am.

you knocked on his door as if you were dying, you were shivering, you were soaked, and relief washed over you as you heard a voice call out “who the fuck in this time of night-“

when he opened the door and saw you there, sniffling and shivering, teary eyed—he knew you had a fever, fevers were hard on you, so he knew exactly how you looked.

“woah, woah—easy there, it’s alright sweetheart c’mere” he mumbled

“but-but you’ll get sick if you touch me-“

“what? you think some cold will knock my ass over like it does to you, stop being a brat and c’mere.”

°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ being his best friend meant spending late nights in your girly room, laying on your bed as you two look at eachother—high or not, it always ended up like this—his hands on your waist, and you being stubborn first five minutes before you let him kiss you

“thereee she is..”

[multifandoms27-blog]

Yoyoyo, to the bucky/ws ask,

CW!era bucky x avengers reader

Reader is good friends with Sam and Steve and is also around Bucky a lot because of that so when they find each other somewhere they always chat for a while

eventually one late night things get heated between them and they end up in one of their bedrooms but since Bucky had been the ws for 70 years he’s pent up and super sensitive, comming rlly quickly and a lot js from grinding against reader’s thigh for a bit

:3

OHHHHHHH MY GOD YES YES YES

Content: CW!Bucky x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI!!! Premature ejaculation

Notes: I love cw era bucky hfhfjdhfjkhjd also first post of 2025!!

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The movie droned on and on, the plot lost on you. Instead, you cast sidelong glances at the man next to you. Bucky Barnes, one of many dreamboats in the Avengers tower. Sometimes you wondered if Tony only hired attractive people...aside from, y'know, what Bucky had done in the past.

But we don't need to talk about that.

Tonight's movie night only consisted of you, Sam, Steve and Bucky. The others were all either busy or on missions somewhere else. You looked at the other couch, where Sam and Steve sat, watching the movie intently. Sam had a habit of making some sort of joke or commentary on the bad decisions the actors made. Steve would shush him in return. Bucky said nothing, just choosing to drape his arm on the couch behind you.

Your heart began to hammer in your chest as you glanced back at Bucky, following the muscles along his right arm, the one currently resting behind you. You began to remember how those muscles flex in the gym, glistening in sweat, his breathy grunts reaching your ears. You felt your face heat up, but your brain didn't stop.

You then remember how those muscles feel wrapped around you in a tightly woven hug, one that you didn't initiate for once. Bucky had been warming up to you, albeit slowly.

Next, your mind decided to fuck with you a little bit. The image of Bucky remained, but you fantasized about him caging you in his arms against the counter, those muscles flexing slightly, his blue eyes narrowed and waiting for you to speak.

Your mind thought of how he'd look on top of you, those muscles still flexing, glistening in sweat. How his breathy grunts reaching your ears-

"I'm going to the bathroom." You announced, getting up from your spot and leaving the room, not waiting for a response.

Instead, you rushed to your room. Your face was flush, you felt hot, and your core was throbbing. You felt guilty having fantasies about your friend, but what could you do? He was handsome as fuck. It should be illegal to walk around with that lethal of a face card.

You hooked your thumbs on your waistband, about to pull your pants down, when a knock sounded at your door. Freezing, you knew it could be one of two options. Either it was Steve, trying to see if you were okay. Or it was Bucky, probably doing the same thing. Sighing, you pulled your thumbs out of your pants and opened the door. Bucky's concerned face showed on the other side.

"Are you alright?" He spoke low, not wanting to wake the few that were sleeping at this hour.

"Yeah, just have some stuff to do."

"I thought you said you were going to the bathroom." Bucky took a step closer, eyes trained on yours.

"It was an excuse, I just..."

"Just didn't like the movie?" Bucky asked. "Or were you fantasizing about someone?"

"I- what? No, I wouldn't, I mean..." You panicked.

"You don't have to lie to me. I could practically smell you it was so bad." Bucky spoke, and suddenly you were very aware of how close he was to you. "I can help...if you...want that."

And that was when your brain and heart decided to flatline.

"Bucky you don't have to force yourself to-"

"I'm not forcing anything. I want this. I want you." Bucky spoke.

You searched his eyes for anything, anything at all that indicated he didn't want this. You found nothing. "Close the door."

Bucky closed the door with his heel and leaned in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. He walked the two of you backwards to the bed, where he gently laid you down without breaking the kiss. One hand moved to cup your breast, the other held himself up as he shifted around.

He straddled one of your legs, his knee pressing against your core. He pulled away from the kiss and you two looked in each others eyes before a compulsion overcame you. You - with Bucky letting you do this - flipped him on his back, with you now straddling his leg. You leaned down to his neck and began to kiss along the side of it, your tongue poking out here and there to test the waters.

When you got to the junction between his shoulder and his neck, your tongue lapped at the sensitive nerve, causing Bucky to let out a breathy groan, his hands flying to your hips, forcing you to grind down on his leg. Moaning into his neck, one of your hands traveled down to his steadily growing cock, palming him through his pants.

You bit down on the flesh between his shoulder and neck, making his grip tighten and his groans become louder. Gyrating your hips onto his leg, the seam of your pants rubs past your panties and against your clit, giving you some form of friction.

Bucky's groans were getting louder when you switched from just palming him to stroking him the best you could through his pants. You tried to come up from his neck, but Bucky immediately grabbed you by your hair and held you there.

"Bucky, I want you to take your pants off."

Bucky didn't answer. Instead, he rutted his hips against your hand, his groans growing more desperate. Was he about to...?

Bucky stilled and let out a shaky groan, holding you close against him. You stilled as well, but only because you couldn't believe what you had just witnessed. You made Bucky Barnes prematurely cum.

He loosened his grip and allowed you to sit up. When the gravity of the situation dawned on him, he felt his own face flush. "I-I'm sorry, I'll go, I just-"

"No, no, it's okay Bucky." You put your hands on his chest. "This might be an invasive question, but...have you been with anyone since we broke you free from HYDRA?"

Bucky hesitantly shook his head no. He looked like a kicked puppy right now. He was averting his gaze, lips downcast, shoulders bunched up...you gave him a small smile.

"It happens to everybody. I think it means I treated you well. And if you would like to, we could go again." You gently turned his head back to look at you.

"After that embarrassing display, I'm not really in the mood." Bucky finally looked you in the eye. "But...I can...stay, if you want that."

Your smile grew. "Of course I want that. C'mere."

Bucky stopped you. "Uh, first I need to clean myself up."

Now your face flushed again. "Oh, right! Yeah, sorry. Come back when you're done."

You quickly got off of him and he gave you a small peck on the cheek before scurrying off to his room. Once he left you alone, you squealed into your pillow.

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[spiderfunkz]

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pairings. cho hyun-ju x f!reader

cw. fluff, reader is alternative and plays the bass, no games au.

author's note: guys i don't know anything about instruments okay💔💔 i'm not sure if i did justice for this one, my knowledge for the subculture is very limited but i tried my best.

wandering through the streets of seoul late at night wasn't exactly the plan for cho hyun-ju.

after a long day at work, all she wanted to do was to eat at her favorite restaurant. she could already imagine sipping on the warm hearty soup. unfortunately though, the place was closed for the rest of the week.

now she has found herself staring into the window of a local pub. the music playing gave her a sense of nostalgia and starstruck-ness. the tunes brought a small wave of relief to hyun-ju, no matter how loud it was, it felt empowering.

a band was putting on a show there. hyun-ju was mesmerized by the melody, the genuine emotions it stirred, and also the cute bassist.

but to her luck the band stopped playing rather abruptly.

a rush of muttering and soon shouting came along with it. the band left the pub silently, walking towards the old van parked nearby.

the bassist followed behind them.

this could be the time to start a conversation with her, hyun-ju thinks, she could come up with many topics. it has been a long day, some small talk with a girl couldn't hurt, right?

"excuse me?" her hands awkwardly fidgeted, she wonders if you were even in the mood to talk. her worries were soon brushed off as she was met with a friendly smile.

"hi!" the light reflected on you, hyun-ju noticed your makeup. it looks flawless, everything seemed to compliment your features very well.

"could i help you with something?" your voice was just as angelic as the singer— well, you were in a band, that talent must've lingered for all the members.

hyun-ju's mouth began talking faster than her head could comprehend it, "is it okay if i ask why you stopped playing in there?"

you laugh, "oh yeah, i guess the guy, owner, whatever- was expecting we play something.. softer? i don't know. i'm assuming he didn't read the list of songs we were gonna play."

hyun-ju nods, "i thought it was really nice."

"the guy thought otherwise," you shrug.

"you played very well there, i only heard a bit of it. but you looked very skilled." hyun-ju's voice made it sound like it was more of a statement. she was genuinely in awe of your talent.

"i'm just the bassist, credits should be given to the guitarist or singer if anything."

"but the bass ties it together, no? it controls the rhythm and pace, i think it enhances the tune of the song you were playing," hyun-ju smiles, she hopes she doesn't sound too sheepish or weird, "you brought a nice sense of energy and aura."

her words definitely struck a chord with you.

"what's your name, pretty?" your words caught the woman off guard, "oh, hyun-ju, cho hyun-ju."

"well, hyun-ju, do you want to grab a drink with me?"

"what about your band?" she gestures to the van that has been waiting for you this entire time, "i can handle it. they won't mind too much, besides, we're not gonna play anything else tonight."

hyun-ju nods, excited.

"okay then, i know a spot."

you motion to the van to leave without you, the bass still strapped on your back. hyun-ju's eyes focused on you before giving a small wave to the van driving away.

hyun-ju was wrong. wandering the streets of seoul late at night was the perfect plan. to meet someone as talented and gorgeous as you, she was able to ease off for the night. forgetting all the worries that laced her thoughts earlier today.

the night felt more lively than ever. you got to tell her many things, such as; your love for alternative rock, how you eventually learned the bass, how you met your friends slash bandmates, and how you discovered yourself through the art of music. you got to share your views and perspectives, your makeup routine, your favorite places to play at— hyun-ju listened to every single word that came out of you.

you noticed it. "say, hyun-ju, would you like to go out sometime? grab another drink maybe, or go to a place of your choice?"

"i would love to."

"okay then," you grab a piece of paper and pen hidden in your pocket, you had this planned all along, did you?

"here, give me a call, pretty."

[loverboysturn]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ popular!chris and the football team take a visit to the diner when cinderella!reader is on shift !

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you normally hated working the late shift.

but for a friday night, it was quiet. the diner was empty, a few regulars sat in their usual seats and some families scattered about but all in all, your shift had been peaceful so far. the constant hum of the kitchen, the clatter of pots and pans, and the sizzling sounds of the chefs at work was comforting to you, you wipe down the counter in front of you for the third time since you started work tonight, pretending to not notice how time was dragging on. it was boring but you were grateful for the calmness of it all, especially after the last week.

the world outside the diner seemed to be moving slowly too, the streets outside empty apart from the occasional cars driving by, it was one of those rare nights where it was quiet enough that you could find the time to think, your mind always going back to the same thing, same person.

but, the peace didn’t last long.

the door swings open, and the group swarm in, instantly filling the diner with their energy. their voices louder than usual, bouncing off the walls as they joked and laughed. the football team walking in first, followed not long after by a cluster of cheerleaders, all of them still hyped up from practice.

you barely have any time to adjust to the sudden change in the atmosphere before they were all over the place. completely taking over the booths at the back of the diner, making themselves known to everyone else already in here. their noise filling every corner of the diner, and the chatter between them growing with every passing second. the peace and quiet you had only just been enjoying was suddenly replaced with noise, and lots of it.

your colleague pops her head from behind the counter quietly calling your name. “honey, can you take the booths in the back for me? i’ll take the tables after, i just need to wrap up what i’m doing”

you didn’t need to look over to know to known which booths she was talking about.

you hesitate for a second, trying to scramble up an excuse as to why you can’t, feeling a familiar knot of dread tighten in your stomach.

“but, i—i” you stutter, brain working overdrive to find an excuse.

“please?” she asks again, giving you a small smile.

you sigh, accepting your fate. “yeah, of course.” you really, really didn’t want to serve them. the teasing, the jokes—it was always the same when they were around, and you weren’t in the mood for it all tonight, but you couldn’t say no to her.

taking a deep breath, you straightened out your apron and forced yourself to look unbothered by them all, the last thing you needed was for them to start making more of a scene, but you knew the moment you walked over, they’d find something to laugh at.

as you make your way to the table, your eyes immediately land on chris sturniolo, and for a second, your stomach flips. the memory of bumping into him in the hallway earlier this week flashes in your mind—your books flying out of your arms, the way your cheeks went a deep red after falling to the floor, rejecting his offer to help you up, you quickly look away, trying to shake the feeling of being in his line of vision for the first time since, even though he hadn’t so much as even looked at you once.

“here she is, diner girl” one of the football team says as he sees you, loud enough for them all to hear. you recognise him as the guy who was rude to you you the other day when you bumped into chris. “don’t forget your service with a smile today.”

you bite your lip, forcing a smile as you click your pen and pull out your notepad to take their order.

it was hard to not feel the weight of all their eyes on you, you had enough going on at the minute, you’d been juggling assignments at school, your stepmother signing you up for shift after shift, and on top of it all, there were the late night texts you shared with someone you still didn’t know the identity of but for you it was easier that way, completely anonymous. there were no expectations, no judgement. just words on a screen, but they were words that were starting to mean a lot to you.

“what can i get you guys today?” you ask, trying to keep your tone professional. you wasn’t in the mood for the teasing from them tonight, but you’d try to just ignore it.

“milkshakes” one of the cheerleaders looks up at you with a fake smile, “the usual, don’t fuck it up.”

as she finishes speaking, another cheerleader giggles at her friends’ rudeness, a sharp, laugh that rings in your ears after, you recognise her as the head cheerleader—always the loudest, the first to join in with the diner girl jokes. your eyes briefly look over to where she has her arm casually draped over chris’s, trying to gain his attention, but he wasn’t paying any interest in her, not even looking up from his phone, clearly more interested in what was on the screen than the girl bedside him.

they were the stereotypical on-and-off couple—chris, the school’s golden boy and captain of the football team and her, the head cheerleader and the girl all her friends wanted to be. everyone knew their drama, how they’d broken up and gotten back together more times than you could count on both hands. the last you’d heard, they’d broken up for good just before the summer break started but you’d never paid much attention to it, the gossip of the popular crowd had never really interested you—it was always the same boring stories.

“got it” you say, your voice flat as you force a smile. you turn on your heel, rolling your eyes when they could no longer see you, the feeling of frustration brewing in your chest at the way they treated anyone not in their group but you’d gotten good at pretending they didn’t bother you at work, even when they did. you knew they’d leave a terrible tip anyway, that’s if they even left one at all.

you make sure the milkshakes come out exactly as they ordered to prevent any more rude comments from them—a few vanilla, a few chocolate and some strawberry flavoured. you place them carefully on the table, trying your best to avoid eye contact with anyone but as you set the last one in front of chris, he looks up at you, eyes locking with yours.

“you know, diner girl” one of his teammates interrupts the eye contact, a smirk forming on his lips. “i think we shouldn’t have to pay for these tonight, they’re on the house, right? you know.. ‘cause of your little accident running into chris this week.”

the whole table erupts into laughter, a few other comments muttered and fake giggles, a cheerleader chimes in “yeah, maybe you should stay out the way next time and you’d earn your tips.”

you still don’t let your frustrations show, just nodding at them. “enjoy your drinks guys.” you sigh, quickly walking away before any more comments can be thrown your way.

an hour or so later, the group finish their drinks and you notice them all start to make their way to the exit, their noise and laughter still echoing all around the diner. you stand behind the counter, cleaning a coffee mug, hoping they’ll just hurry up and leave.

“thanks for the free milkshakes, diner girl” one of the football team shouts. “you’ll have to bump into our golden boy more often.”

you don’t respond, just waiting for them all to finally leave, bringing the diner back to the quiet you were enjoying earlier.

you turn to grab a rag from under the counter, already bracing yourself for their mess that you’ll now have to clean, but as you’re about to head over, you feel someone standing on the other side of the counter infront of you.

you glance up, half expecting it to be one of the football team or a cheerleader, waiting to throw one last comment at you before they leave for good, but when you look up and your eyes land on chris, you’re taken aback. he’s standing there, his posture is calm, but you can sense the tension in his shoulders and for a second, you freeze, waiting for him to make some kind of snide remark.

but he doesn’t.

“i just wanted to say” he begins, voice softer than you expected. “i’m sorry for how they all treated you tonight. i didn’t like that they spoke to you like that” he looks down, eyes on the counter infront of him. “the thing in the hallway the other day with me and you, that was completely my fault. i wasn’t looking where i was going.”

you blink in surprise, a look of confusion taking over your face. you wasn’t expecting this, you open your mouth to say something, but the words are stuck in your throat.

“i—“ you start, unsure of how to respond. “it’s fine, i—I’m kinda used to it now.”

he shakes his head, finally looking up at you now. “no,” his voice firm, “you shouldn’t have to be used to it, that’s not fair on you but i’m sorry if my stupid clumsiness made it all worse tonight.”

when you saw him stood there just now, you expected the same attitude you receive off his friends, the same dismissive tone in his voice but instead, he’s apologising for them and you can’t quite figure out why.

“honestly, chris” you say, forcing a smile. “it’s fine, you don’t have to apologise.”

his gaze lingers on you, then without warning, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled bill, sliding it over to you. “here,” he says, “for the milkshakes.”

“thank you,” you murmur, voice softer with him now, you take the money, fingers brushing against his making the awkward tension in the air between you become thick enough that you feel yourself becoming flustered.

chris gives you a half-smile, a rare one that feels a lot more genuine than the usual one you see him throw about at football games and in the hallways. “it’s nothing,” he says, his tone softening. “and, uh…you really know how to make a great strawberry milkshake, guess i owe you one now for that too.”

you blink, completely caught off guard but before you can say anything else, chris turns and heads for the door, slipping out with his friends, door swinging shut behind him. you watch him go, still feeling confused by him being nice to you but you can’t shake the feeling that maybe he is still like the rest of them, charming when he wants something, but just as rude as his friends when it doesn’t matter to him.

you push your thoughts aside, just wanting to forget about the whole scene and pretend your shift tonight didn’t happen, you focus on the task waiting for you, heading over to the now messy booth where they’d been sitting that needed cleaning.

as you wipe the table, your mind drifts to your mystery guy and you can’t help but wonder what he’s doing right now. is he thinking about you too? you glance at the clock, a sense of relief running through you when you see there’s only an hour left of your shift.

sixty more minutes, and you’ll be able to talk to him again, the only thing that had been on your mind all night, the only thing that makes the chaos of your life all fade into the background.

little did you know, the guy who was keeping you up at night and consuming your thoughts, was standing just a few feet from you earlier, complimenting you on your strawberry milkshakes and you had no idea.

[yungistiny]

back of the net ═ chapter two

[ J. YUNHO / S. MINGI ]

chapter two: my turn

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summary: yunho and mingi are the star football players and they have never wanted anything more then their coach’s daughter

warning: creampie, unprotected sex, size kink, public orgasm, dom yunho, dom mingi, sub reader, double penetration, bisexual mingi

pairing: yungi x afab/reader

genre: smut, romance, polyamory

word count: 5.7k

chapter one

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Mingi was getting agitated.

He hadn’t seen or heard from Yunho since Halloween night and that was over a day ago. He had asked Wooyoung where his roommate was and he only smirked in response. “Haven’t seen him.” He lied.

Mingi knew he’d see him today though. Yunho never missed practice and they had a big game tomorrow.

“Mingi!”

Mingi jumped at coach calling him, pulling him from his thoughts and out of the pacing he had been doing. “Yeah, coach?” He asked jogging over and just missing the ball Wooyoung kicked flying straight passed Mingi’s head.

“Nice kick, Wooyoung.” Coach praised causing Wooyoung to smirk and snicker at Mingi’s glare. “Where’s your other half at?” Coach had his arms folded across his chest, not looking at Mingi, focused on his players practicing on the field. “Practice started five minutes ago.”

“He…” Mingi was trying to rack his brain around a good enough lie because he had no idea where his best friend was at and coach was not a fan of tardiness. “He’s uhhhh…..” And then there he was. Yunho running onto the field, stopping beside them, dropping his bag.

“You’re late.” Coach didn’t spare him a glance. Yunho was breathing hard as he had ran all the way across campus after waking up late, something he never did but he had been so comfortable cuddled up with y/n, the coach’s daughter still asleep in his bed after she had returned to his dorm yesterday after disappearing long enough to get some clean clothes and shower.

*Wooyoung had laughed, amused as he lounged on his own bed. “Coach is gonna kill you.”

“Sorry, coach.” Yunho didn’t even try to come up with a lie, he was too giddy, practically bouncing on his feet like a damn puppy. “Suicide runs, around the field, ten of them. Go.” Coach left no room for excuses or argument.

Mingi watched his best friend run onto the field, smiling like an idiot the entire time he accepted his punishment. He wanted to corner him, ask him where the hell he had been? If he was doing who or what Mingi thinks he was doing.

“Mingi,” Coach snapped him out of his gaze on Yunho. “you gonna stand there all day or practice. Or do you prefer to run with your buddy?”

Fuck that! Mingi was not running no suicides no matter how much he wanted to interrogate Yunho. He’d wait until after practice.

Yunho had finished his suicide runs, covered in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead. He discarded his shirt, grabbing his water bottle from his bag and gulping the now lukewarm water down.

Mingi narrowed his eyes at Yunho, his gaze zeroing in on the dark bruised looking marks scattered on his chest, one directly on his collarbone. He was fucking someone and Mingi had an inkling suspicion on who that someone is.

His suspicions were all but confirmed when the person he had in mind made her way towards coach. Y/N had some takeout bag in her hand that Mingi couldn’t quite see as he didn’t have his glasses. She was wearing an oversized hoodie that no one else would take a second look at, a burgundy university hoodie that almost everyone at school had. It was all too familiar to Mingi though.

The small hole visible on the bottom right side of the worn hoodie where Yunho had gotten it hung and tore it on a fence in freshman year when they had been hazed into the team and found themselves climbing a fence into the backyard of coach’s house. There mission was to drain his pool. Just add that onto some of the dumb shit they have done.

Mingi’s gaze moved away from y/n who was handing the takeout bag to her dad towards his best friend who wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was shamelessly staring at her in his hoodie.

As if Yunho sensed Mingi’s eyes on him, he turned and smirked at him. Mingi gasped, his suspicions confirmed. He fucked her. He was fucking her. He was fucking her without him.

ASSHOLE!

“FUCK!” Mingi did not see the ball being kicked his way, no time to move or block it from hitting him right in the balls. He dropped to the ground, groaning, wheezing a little from the pain.

“Sorry!” Yeosang apologized, trying not to smirk. “Dude,” Wooyoung and Jongho both started laughing. “You’re a menace.”

“Yeosang, please refrain from injuring Mingi before the game.”

“Sorry coach!” Yeosang wasn’t sorry at all.

Yunho walked over, standing over Mingi who had balled himself up in the fetal position, hands holding his aching balls. “Rough day?”

“Fuck you.” Mingi glared up at him, groaning.

Y/N watched Mingi swat at Yunho’s leg, Yunho laughing at him before reaching a hand down to pull him up. Her gaze lingered on Yunho’s shirtless body and she blushed when she noticed the very visible markings she had left on him.

She had spent the better part of the last 24 hours tangled up with him.

“I swear,” her dad rolled his eyes as he shook his head at Yunho and Mingi. “If they weren’t as good of players as they are…” he trailed off with a sigh. They may be Seungcheol’s best players but they always managed to vex him.

“They’re not so bad.” Y/N remarked, her dad noticing her lingering gaze. “Don’t you dare.”

“What?” She jumped, she hadn’t realized she was still staring at Yunho. “Mingyu, him, I could deal with him.” Seungcheol pointed a finger towards Yunho and Mingi who were talking now in hushed conversation, Mingi still holding his now slightly bruised balls. “One of them…..” he shook his head. “I’d end up killing one of them.”

“Dad!” Y/N let out a guffawed laugh. Lying through her teeth as she shoved her hands into the pocket of Yunho’s hoodie. “I would never.”

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“Fuck, dude!” Mingi winced when Yunho dropped the ice pack in his lap. His balls still hurt well after practice was over. The locker room had cleared, Wooyoung was the only one left behind with them taking his time in the showers.

“You fucked her.” Mingi pouted. “You fucked her while she was dressed up as Power. You know I love Power!”

Yunho rolled his eyes not able to fight the grin on his lips. “I’m sure she can pull the costume back out just for you.” He smirked. “She could leave it on during.”

“Did…” Mingi tossed the ice pack on the bench beside him as Yunho sat down next to him. “did you ask her?”

“Actually she asked me, well, she asked if we share.” Yunho pulled a towel atop his head, drying as much of his wet head as he could. “So I told her only if she wanted us to.”

“What did she say?” Mingi would not admit that he was jealous. Jealous that Yunho got to have her first.

Mingi watched as a glazed over look crossed Yunho’s face, him biting his bottom lip to keep from grinning as he remembered that first night. How y/n had dropped to her knees for him.

“I hate you.” Mingi pouted.

“You love me.” Smirked Yunho.

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It was game night. Almost the entire university was at the stadium. The lights bright lighting up the green field. The opposing university students on the opposite side wearing a murky looking green, their mascot being a crocodile.

“It’s cold.” Karina clung to y/n, finally feeling better from the cold she had. The two girls followed Jungwoo into the stadium, y/n gripping the back of his shirt to not get separated in the mass of people still trying to get food or to their seats before the game started. They had great seats, close seats thanks to y/n being the coach’s daughter.

The November temperature had dropped drastically, puffs of white steam leaving their mouths in the night air. As soon as they got seated, Jungwoo was squished between the two girls so they could use him for warmth, not that he was complaining about having two beautiful women cuddle him.

The cheers of the crowd suddenly erupted as the teams ran out on the field. Y/N spotted Yunho and Mingi, they gripped each other’s shoulders, foreheads touching as they yelled Mingi’s quote. The *fix on could be read on their lips. “Do you think those two….” Karina trailed off as she too had been watching the twin towers.

“What?” Y/N asked not catching onto what her roommate was implying. “You know….” Karina smirked. “are together…”

“What?” Y/N furrowed her brows, surely Karina wasn’t saying what she thinks she’s saying. “Like….. sleeping together?”

“Why not?” Jungwoo quipped. “They share everything, maybe they share each other too.”

Y/N blinked, once, twice, her gaze finding Yunho and Mingi once more. The thought of them doing to each other what herself and Yunho had done, three times already, caused y/n face to heat up, blush creeping her cheeks. The image her brain conjuring up suddenly making her aroused, clenching her legs together and facing the field, puff of white smoke blowing out between her lips as she let out a breath.

This was gonna be a long game.

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Despite the cold, Mingi was covered in sweat but at least they were winning. He stood next to Yunho as they both rehydrated during a fastbreak, breaths heavy, panting. Yunho popped his neck, stretching and his gaze found the bleachers. He saw y/n with Jungwoo and Karina, smirking and waving at her. She bit her lip to keep from smiling and turned towards Karina. Yunho hadn’t seen her since yesterday and he was already missing her.

“What was that?”

“What?” Y/N turned towards her roommate, avoiding Yunho’s staring so she wouldn’t blush and make it more obvious. “That!” Karina pointed at Yunho who was still watching her while gulping down a bottle of water. “And you’re blushing! Did you sleep with him?”

“Oh! You mean they finally succeeded?” Jungwoo grinned joining Karina and giggling at y/n now red face. “What do you mean succeeded?”

Jungwoo rolled his eyes. “It’s no secret Yunho and Mingi have wanted you since freshman year.”

Y/N let the words sink in, looking back to the field as the game started up again. She didn’t confirm her roommate and Jungwoo’s suspicions. How had she not noticed it? Why had Yunho and Mingi never made a move before? Her and Mingyu hadn’t started officially dating until the end of freshman year, they had plenty of time.

The answer should be obvious. Her dad.

Choi Seungcheol had always been overprotective with his only daughter. His only child. It’s why it had taken Mingyu so long to finally ask her out. It’s why y/n went all of high school without having a single first date. It’s why she had to go to every single school dance with Yeosang. Going to an international high school she even had to go to prom with Yeosang.

Y/N was wondering what suddenly changed Yunho and Mingi’s minds? Was it because Mingyu was no longer in the picture? The eruption of cheers from the crowd pulled her out of her thoughts. Mingi had scored, their team leading by a landslide.

“Gonna be another undefeated season.” Jungwoo sat back down after standing up to yell with the crowd. “You two want to come with me to the after party at Outlaw Customs?”

“Last time I was at a party, DK’s ass was on fire.” Y/N snorted as said man was taking a water break from the game and laughing at Hoshi in the mascot suit. Go tigers! She wondered if his ass was ok?

“I’m in.” Karina nodded adjusting her hood on her head. “I’ve been sick and stuck in the dorm for too long! I even had to miss Halloween.”

“Sure,” y/n sniffled, her nose trying to stop up in the cold air. “need to go back to the dorm and change first.” She wanted to change out of her jean pants and sweater, suddenly wanting to mess with Yunho and Mingi. They waited four years to make a move, Mingi still yet to, and y/n decided that tonight could possibly be his turn.

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They won the game.

Of course they did.

Mingi was drying his hair after showering as coach gave the same speech he always did after they won. “I would say don’t go out and get completely fucked up but some of you…” coach gave a pointed look towards Yunho and Mingi. “never listen to a single word I say.”

“Come on, coach,” Yunho grinned. “you know we’re your best hungover players.” He joked, coach rolling his eyes in exasperation. “Celebrate but remember we have another game at the end of the week so I need you all focused.”

Mingi sat down beside Yunho, nudging his shoulder with his own. “If y/n is at the party tonight, what’s the plan?” Yunho furrowed his brows as he pulled his favorite converse on his feet. “Plan? We still need a plan?” He asked tying his shoe laces.

“What happens if she doesn’t want us to share? What happens if she just wants you?” Mingi was all serious, what if y/n did want what they wanted? What if Yunho was the only one she wanted? The only one she needed? Mingi was starting to get jealous and he had to shove the emotion deep down and ignore it.

Mingi would back off if it came to that. He’d let Yunho have her no matter how much he wanted her too. If she’s what made his best friend happy and that’s what y/n wanted. Even if Mingi had to fight that little jealousy monster everyday.

Yunho didn’t have an answer because truthfully he hadn’t thought about it. He wanted to say that he’d end it. That he’d couldn’t do that to Mingi knowing his best friend liked her just as much as himself. But he’d be lying. “Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Mingi wanted to argue but they were interrupted by Wooyoung and Jongho. “If you two are riding with us, Mingi better hurry up and get dressed.” Jongho pulled his jacket on, him being their ride to the after party.

They watched Mingi rush to get dressed, dropping the towel from around his waist and almost tripping over his own feet. “Sorry” he apologized after flashing everything he had to Yeosang who had come face to face with his dick when he stood up from stumbling.

Yeosang glared at him, grabbing his bag and leaving the locker room.

He had overheard everything Mingi and Yunho had said to each other.

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Outlaw Customs was a local club just off campus where the football team’s winning games were always celebrated. Mingi was on his third shot of soju by the time he had spotted y/n. She was laughing at something Jungwoo was saying where their group sat a table in the back corner of the club just to the side of the bar. Yeosang, Karina and Minghao sat with them.

Mingi got Yunho’s attention, grabbing one last shot, tossing his head back, the liquor no longer leaving a burn down his throat. He raked his hand through his hair, readjusting his black leather jacket over the black tank top he wore, the sleeves wrinkled from being rolled up. “My turn.” He slammed the shot glass down on the bar causing Yunho to chuckle and shake his head.

“Will you look at that,” Minghao spotted Mingi first, making his way towards them. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen one without the other.” His comment caused everyone to follow his gaze, Yeosang glaring at Mingi while y/n felt her heart beat pick up. She had seen Yunho and Mingi taking shots at the bar and had started to think they were never going to notice her.

He looked good. His bleached blonde hair with the roots dark. Ripped jeans and leather jacket. Hands adorned with silver rings and nails painted black. “Y/N,” Mingi’s gaze was dark, practically devouring the sight of her in the black mini dress she wore, her thighs exposed as it rid up from where she sat beside Yeosang. “can I talk to you?”

Y/N didn’t dare look at the smirk both Minghao and Karina were giving her. She certainly didn’t meet the glare Yeosang was trying to penetrate into Mingi as if it would make the taller man disappear. Jungwoo was already too drunk to care what was going on. Yeosang wanted to stop her as she stood up but refrained. He knew it would only end with her mad at him.

Y/N had snapped at him for interrogating her on her whereabouts Halloween night and the following night after he had crashed into her speed walking down the hall of his dormitory where she clearly wasn’t there to see him, she had been in an oversized shirt that ended almost at her knees and sweats that were clearly too big for her. He tried talking to her but she said she was in a rush and avoided his incessant questions before snapping.

“I am an adult and where or who I was with is none of your business unless I want to tell you.”

Yunho lived on Yeosang floor so it didn’t take much to guess especially after he overheard Mingi and him earlier that night to realize his best friend had fell into their scheming little game. All he could do now was watch her follow Mingi. “Guess she’ll finally figure out if they share or not.” Minghao grinned into his glass of beer.

Mingi could feel Yunho’s eyes staring at them as he lead y/n into the mass of dancing people, the music loud, bass thrumming. Y/N gasped, breath hitching as Mingi spun her around, pulling her back flushed against his chest and suddenly she was remembering Yunho doing something similarly at the Halloween Party.

His hands were warm against her, the heat from him felt through the fabric of her dress. She felt herself shiver as he leaned his head down, lips grazing her ear, breath warm and scented of the soju he had been drinking. “Yunho told me you asked him a question…”

Y/N reached her hands to place atop his on her waist. “A question?”

Mingi tightened his grip on her, lips tracing down her neck. “Do you want us to share?” Mingi decided to just ask his own question. He felt it when y/n breath hitched. Felt the way she pressed back into him more. Mingi let out a deep moan at the way her ass pressed against his dick now growing hard in his pants.

“Yes.”

Her answer about sent him to his knees. His gaze caught Yunho’s hard stare from where he leaned back on his elbows against the bar, watching them. Mingi found himself grinning and Yunho smirked. She did want them both.

“But,” Y/N pulled away from him just enough to move so she could face him, hooking her hands into the waistband of his jeans and pulling herself flushed against him. She had to lean her head back to look up at him, bringing a hand up to tangle with his hair. “right now I just want you.”

Well who was Mingi to fucking deny her?

He grabbed her hand, leading her back over to where her friends were still sitting to grab her coat. “Are you leaving?” Minghao asked causing Yeosang to whip his head around from where he had been in the midst of his own head thrown back to drink a shot of soju.

“Yeah, I see you guys tomorrow.” Y/N grabbed her coat, pulling it on and around herself. “Can you drop him off at the dorms?” Minghao pushed Jungwoo’s passed out form off of his shoulder causing the drunk man to flail.

“Yeah, we’re riding with Jongho.” Mingi pulled Jungwoo up, slinging an arm around him. Y/N followed him not aware they would be riding with Jongho. If he saw her with Mingi he’d might assume she’s going back with him to fuck him. Which she was but Jongho didn’t need to know that!

Yunho noticed them moving towards Jongho and Wooyoung who were talking and drinking with Hoshi and DK. Time to go.

“Jongho, man, let’s go before you’re too drunk to drive us!” Mingi leaned Jungwoo against Wooyoung who had to wrap his arms around the barely conscious man.

“We leaving?” Yunho was there and suddenly y/n felt small, that pit in her stomach feeling as if it was on fire being between the two best friends.

Y/N felt Mingi lean over her, saying something into Yunho’s ear.

“Alright, fine,” Jongho pulled his keys from his pocket, standing up from the stool he had been sitting on. “let’s go.”

They followed Jongho out, Yunho helping Wooyoung drag Jungwoo. “Y/N” Wooyoung smirked at her as he left the drunken Jungwoo to Yunho who glared at him as he sauntered up, slinging his arm around her shoulders and pulling her away from Mingi. “just a warning, that one is a spanker.” He giggled when y/n blushed. It was no secret Wooyoung had slept with Mingi a few times back during sophomore year, a kind of friends with benefits situation before Wooyoung met his boyfriend Choi San, a pre med student he had met one night in itaewon.

“Wooyoung,” Yunho snatch him by the back of his jacket as Mingi pulled y/n back to his side. “shut up!” Yunho hissed, shoving Jungwoo back against him as they arrived at Jongho’s car. That one is a spanker. Y/N face was still red from Wooyoung’s words. She’d never been spanked during sex before. Hell she’d never been spanked at all before.

“Put him in first.” Yunho held the back door on the passenger side open so Wooyoung could sit him inside, Jungwoo’s head resting on the window, passed completely out, once the door was shut. Yunho crawled in the back through the other side, situating himself in the middle as Wooyoung plopped himself in the passenger seat up front.

“Hold on.” Mingi bent his head down as he squished himself next to Yunho, groaning when his knees started digging into the driver’s seat. “Wait,” Jongho reached down, pulling a small lever so that the seat would give a little room just enough so that Mingi wasn’t crushed. “there.”

“Come here.” Mingi patted his thigh and y/n bit her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth. She was gonna have to sit in his lap the entire time. She decided to mess with him. Mingi let out a groan as she practically plopped her ass against him, wiggling around as if it to make herself comfortable. Was she trying to kill him? His dick was already hard, straining in his pants. He turned his head towards Yunho who was fucking snickering.

“Enough.” Mingi’s voice was stern, a bit strained, as he wrapped an arm around y/n middle, holding her in place. Y/N stilled her teasing movements, feeling her arousal grow at the tone of his voice in her ear. She started grinding her ass against him then as Jongho started the drive back to campus.

“Yunho…” Mingi spoke just high enough that his best friend could hear over Jungwoo’s snores and the music now blaring from the radio. He guided his hand that wasn’t attached to the arm wrapped around y/n towards her thigh. “I think we have a brat.”

Yunho smirked as he watched Mingi’s hand disappear between y/n thighs, thank god Wooyoung turned the radio up loud and it was dark.

Y/N let out a little gasp when she felt Mingi pause right before touching her where she wanted him to most. “Can I?” He was practically begging her and she glanced up to the front where Jongho certainly wasn’t paying any attention other then his eyes on the road and Wooyoung was too busy scrolling his phone while singing loudly to whatever song would play from the radio.

Jungwoo let out a loud snore and Wooyoung turned the music up louder.

“Please….”Now y/n was the one begging and Mingi wasted no time slipping his ring and index finger inside her panties that were already wet. “Fuck…” he growled against her neck as Yunho moved slightly to conceal Mingi’s movements from sight in case Wooyoung turned around or Jungwoo decided to wake up. “she’s already fucking soaking.”

Yunho stretched his arm to rest around Mingi’s shoulders, his hand reaching to cover y/n mouth just as a moan started to escape her as Mingi started rubbing her aching clit.

Y/N takes back what she had thought back when she had Yunho’s dick down her throat.

This was the filthiest thing she had ever done.

“Don’t put your fingers in her,” Yunho smirked whispering against Mingi’s ear as his best friend continued to rub y/n now swollen clit. “she’s a squirter.”

Mingi had to bury his face in y/n hair to muffle his moan at the information. The want to make her make a mess in the backseat of Jongho’s car oh so tempting.

Y/N was close, the familiar feeling of her orgasm approaching and when Yunho’s hand moved from covering her mouth to wrapping around her throat, she did cum, moaning muffled by the slight grip Yunho had on her. She had never been choked before and had no idea she’d like it that much.

Mingi’s arm around her tightened as she rocked against him through her orgasm just as Jongho pulled into campus. Yunho removed his hand from her throat, pulling his arm back from around Mingi as the car began to slow down in front of the dorm buildings.

Wooyoung was the first out the car when they stopped, yanking the back door open and having to grab Jungwoo before he plummeted to the ground. He jolted awake, blanching at his surroundings before calming down when noticing Wooyoung.

Yunho followed out next, stretching after being squeezed in the backseat before walking around the car to open Mingi’s door as it was difficult to maneuver with y/n still coming down in his lap. “Come on.” Yunho reached inside to help y/n out, pulling her against him and taking the opportunity when Wooyoung turned his nosy back to them, helping Jungwoo inside their dorm building, to steal a kiss from y/n before Mingi took her away for the night.

Y/N gripped at Yunho’s jacket, kissing him back, biting his bottom lip lightly causing him to moan as Mingi emerged out of the car.

“I’m gonna go park.” Jongho announced from the drivers window he had rolled down, not paying them any attention. Yunho pulled away from the kiss first, allowing Mingi to intertwine his ringed hand with y/n, pulling her towards him as Jongho drove off.

Y/N followed behind Yunho, gripping Mingi’s hand as they walked inside the same exact dorm building she had been with just Yunho not a couple nights before. Was this really happening? Was she really about to have sex with both of them?

The answer was no.

Yunho whispered something in Mingi’s ear before turning to look at y/n, hand gently grabbing her chin and leaning down to kiss her one more time. “He’s gonna fucking ruin you, baby.”

Y/N was left speechless as she watched Yunho disappear up the stairs to the third floor where his dorm room was located. “This way.” Mingi tugged her hand gently to follow him down a hall on the first floor to where his and Mark Lee’s own dorm room was. Thank god Mark was out for the night, probably somewhere with Yuta.

As soon as they were both inside the dorm, Mingi shutting and locking the door behind him, y/n found herself pinned against the same door, Mingi’s hands holding her own against the door behind her, kissing her, nipping at her bottom lip and slipping his tongue inside to tangle with her own, pushing her coat off as he did, the material slipping down her arms and dropping to the floor.

“Mingi…” y/n gasped, breathless as he started sucking at a spot on her neck. “Can I eat your pussy?” He had just fingered her in a car with his friends present, unbeknownst to them of course, and he was still asking permission? Y/N probably would have swooned if she weren’t so needy and horny at the moment. “You can do whatever you want…” she moaned as he licked at the mark he had made on her neck.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Mingi dropped to his knees so fast at her answer that it took y/ n a moment to realize he was no longer towering over her. His hands pushed her dress up, burying his face against her, nose nudging her clit still behind her soaked panties.

Then he was looking up at her, slowly pulling her panties down her legs, never breaking his eye contact with her. Even as he helped her take off her shoes he didn’t look away from her.

The eye contact finally broke after Mingi hitched her up, draping her right leg over his shoulders and diving his tongue straight into her. Y/N moaned, one hand gripping the locked doorknob and the other tangling into his hair, gripping tightly and pulling when he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“Fuck…. please…..” she had no idea what she were blabbering about, blindly rocking her hips against him, Mingi flattening his tongue against her to let her fuck herself on his tongue before pulling back, looking up at her and smirking. “ Yunho said you’re a squirter….”

“FUCK!” A moaning scream left y/n when two of Mingi’s fingers thrusted into her easily from how wet and ready she was, stretching her and her walls clenching around them. “I want you to squirt for me, baby….” Mingi brought his mouth back to her, growling into her. “I want to see too.”

One suck, two licks and a moan from Mingi against her clit and y/n was gushing all over his face that seemed to only make Mingi moan and fuck her faster with his fingers, her juices spraying him, dripping and leaking all over him. He was fucking drowning in her and he needed more.

“Mingi…. I can’t….” She was growing overstimulated and Mingi pulled back, dropping her leg from his shoulder and towering over her once again, kissing her and loving the way she moaned tasting herself on his tongue.

Y/N would have dropped to her knees next, took him in her mouth, see how far he could go but it seemed Mingi had a different idea. He moved her over towards his bed, his black sheets would be ruined. “I’m gonna take this off.” He helped her out of her dress, chunking the material to land on Mark’s bed.

Once she was fully naked Mingi made quick work of his own clothes and Y/N suspicions were confirmed. He was just as big as Yunho, a bit less girth but a tad bit longer. Her eyes watched him stroke himself a few times before he went rummaging around in a drawer in the small table beside his bed. He was searching for a condom.

“Wait.” Y/N stopped him, Mingi turning to arch a brow at her, thinking perhaps she had changed her mind. “I’m on the pill.” She repeated the same words she had said to Yunho and Mingi felt his dick twitch. Holy shit! Was she telling him to fuck her raw? Did she let Yunho? Well she certainly didn’t have to tell Mingi twice. He slammed the table drawer back shut and moved back towards her.

After Mingi took a moment to nuzzle, nip at and mark her breast, y/n found herself atop his bed, on her knees, ass up and elbows digging into the mattress as Mingi lined himself up behind her. “Fuck!” She jumped, flinched and pressed forward when Mingi licked his hand before slapping her ass, one cheek and then the other, the skin turning a slight shade of red.

“just a warning, that one is a spanker.”

Mingi gripped a hand on each side of her ass, gripping and kneading before returning them back to her hips. “You ready to take me?” He glided a hand down her back, up her spine and then back down to her hips. “Yeah you are.”

He pushed his length fully inside her, stretching her and filling her. A guttural moan from deep within his chest erupted from him as he allowed her perfectly tight walls to relax around him before he pulled almost all the way out and slamming back into her.

Then he was fucking her, y/n face burying into the sheets, her hands gripping the fabric tightly. “Look at you…. you’re creaming on me….” Mingi almost came at the sight of the white milky arousal wrapped around his dick as it plunged deeper into her finding that spot, the perfect little wall of sponge deep deep inside her that had her a whimpering, moaning and crying mess.

It was the way he was rolling his hips, hands gripping her own hips tightly, pulling her back against him, helping her meet him thrust for thrust. Y/N felt her legs shaking, the scream erupting from her muffled in the sheets as she came.

“Shit…” Mingi slammed into her only a couple more thrusts before he came inside her, cum mixing with her own, their juices practically leaking out of her when Mingi pulled out.

Y/N was a shaking, overstimulated mess as Mingi kneeled behind her, lapping his tongue at their mixture, tongue darting inside her once again.

He was thankful Mark was going to be gone all night because Mingi was far from done with her.

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[t0ast-ghost]

Autocorrect changed Elim to slim so.. hi

My name is- WHAT

My name is- WHO

My name is- chicka chicka

Elim Garak

I’m getting assassinated for this one

[avid-adoxography]

I have nothing to say to defend myself.

Just take it.

[arolesbianism]

I am rotating Light so hard in my head rn girlies who just straight up fucking torture ppl cause she can

[narugen]

GWUH i love when comments tell me how i might have prolonged certain aspects of my fic but then reassure me it Gets Better to read (very important to meeeee).. thank u to user swirling wind of repetition ur comment made my DAY!!!!! (crying)

UGHHELDEWOSKPENEPEJDPSKEKDKE SOMEONE TOOK THE TIME TO WRITE ALL OF THIS IM SICKKKK IM SO TOUCHED

[the-kipsabian]

done with the second worst part of cleaning, i have vacuumed

[munch-mumbles]

ive been a little upset about it all night so i need to write out all the things that happened at work today and are bugging me so i can TRY to get it out of my head and actually RELAX bc i just keep pacing in circles around it instead of just accepting it and moving on

[waddledeedee]

Am I the only one who thought this whole situation was taken WAY TOO LIGHTLY???? like Aoyama was straight-up WATCHING HIM SLEEP THROUGH THE WINDOW??????

Like if I was Izuku I would have INSTANTLY hit up All Might and Bakugo for another one of their little One for All meetings and be like:

Izuku: hi hey so I've been having some... issues with Aoyama lately *laughs nervously*

Bakugo: Aoyama? The sparkly weirdo?!

Izuku: He’s been... following me. Leaving me notes. Saying weird things. At first, I thought he was just being... well, Aoyama. But it’s been happening more and more, and some of the stuff he says... it’s unsettling. It’s... it’s starting to scare me, Kacchan.

Bakugo: Why the hell didn’t you tell me sooner, dumbass?!

Izuku: I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it! And I thought maybe I was overreacting. But... it’s been getting worse.

So then of course Bakugo is pressed asf and storms off to go confront Aoyama like:

Aoyama: Bakugo! To what do I owe this—

Bakugo: Cut the crap, Glitter Boy. I know what you’ve been doing to Deku.

Aoyama: I... I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Bakugo: Don’t play dumb with me! You’ve been following him, leaving him creepy-ass notes, and saying weird shit about how you’re ‘connected.’ He’s freaked out, and I’m here to tell you to back the hell off!

Aoyama: I didn’t mean to scare him. I just... I thought he might understand...

Bakugo: Understand what?! That you’re a damn stalker?! Newsflash: no one thinks that’s normal!

Aoyama: No, it’s not like that! I just... I feel bad for him, okay? Because we’re alike! I know what it’s like to struggle, to feel like you don’t belong. I thought maybe he’d understand me better than anyone else.

Bakugo: That’s the dumbest excuse I’ve ever heard. If you felt bad for him, you wouldn’t be making him uncomfortable. You’d be leaving him the HELL alone.

Aoyama: I didn’t realize... I just wanted to help.

Bakugo: Yeah, well, you’re not. So here’s what’s gonna happen: you’re gonna stop following him, stop leaving him notes, and stop being a creep. Got it? And if I catch you bothering him again. You'll wish you’d never met me.

Anyways! If I were Horikoshi I would of cooked here but hey at least fanon exists! (in my bkdk this happened sorry guys #rejectcanonembracefanon rahhhhhh)

Chapter 168 | The Strange Tale of Aoyama

[apathyfairy]

some days you really just want to scream why is this so hard!!!!!! why is life so hard for me!!!!!!!!!!!!

[homosexualcitron]

Maybe the anxiety meds didn't work the first time nor the second time nor the third time but i believe that it will work this time

[show-us-kaidenshenandoah]

a loved one of mine sent me this post back in June, but i was immediately afraid of being a party-pooper so i didnt post my reply publicly but, now, ive had more than enough emotional distance from the knee-jerk anxiety of "oh no what if i correct people and everyone sends me hate and doxxes me" that im like "oh yeah i should post that" lmao (if i already did this: sorry, chronic memory loss stinks. i dont remember having done this before lmao)

if you dont like reading a long thing of text to get information btw, totally get it, here is a video link to Jessica Vill's video about the topic which will walk you through identical information if that is your preferred way to process/learn

also: you can easily google and wiki my sources, these arent hard things to verify once you know to look them up to begin with. but i did include screenshots below as my various sources; as well as evidence of "yeah, it would be super easy to fact-check me about this if you feel so inclined" [transcripts of images will be my reblog of this post under a read more, bc tumblr kept throwing a fit otherwise if i did it here] nonetheless, never blame people for not knowing what they didnt know. the misconception is absolutely the fault of PBS (for not fact-checking the author of that article pre-publication if nothing else) for publishing an article preying on the Black community's pre-existing attachment to Betty Boop for clicks. i wont be going into that article itself that had so terribly misreported, esp since PBS already apologized, im just reporting the information i know

i will add the following corrections to what i said in that DM:

i do not "blame" anyone above for the misinformation. if i "blame" anyone, it is PBS for claiming Fleischer consciously based Betty Boop's personality and design on Esther Jones, which you can see in the screenshot above; where BlackHistory.com cites and quotes that said misreported article. thats who i was groaning about in my DM, the PBS article; i was not nor was i ever attributing misinformation to come from @rikareena or @lveshae, but especially not @rikareena who fact-checked and was lied to by (a) said misinformation and (b) there not being an editorial within the snippet SAYING "oh btw sorry, our source we mentioned was bad actually. PBS apologized for the misinformation and not fact-checking it and we should too for spreading it without fact-checking our source ourselves". you should always google your facts and that is exactly what @rikareena did. it was not anybody in this post's fault that these sources were based on misinformation. do NOT blame or send negative attention to any tumblr-user/individual person within this post or outside of this post, istg, demand better of these website-sources instead (esp to have fact-checking teams themselves) and not individual people omfg

we do have few photos of Little Esther (you can see all of them in Jessica Vill's video), not just one. but they all are of her as a child. we have NO confirmed photos of her as an adult. also, to clarify, Little Esther was who i was talking about in regards to lost media, we have VERY little records of her performances (to which im glad people HAVE been looking into her and finding more about her that we can confirm is definitely her through this misreport. i love that she is re-gaining fans and her story is being shared, very big silver lining of this whole thing. if you're into uncovering lost media, please do look into her and help find more about her) also, she goes by "Baby Esther" and "Little Esther" as well as her name of Esther Jones/Esther Lee Jones

the photo i said was maybe her as an adult was incorrect. you'll see it below, it's the "Do Tell by James Van Der Zee, circa 1930" portrait that has oft been misattributed to Esther Jones. we do not know who this woman modeling for him had been

the cosplayer in question i mentioned was specifically Olya Gussy. she dressed up as Betty Boop and was photographed in 2008 by Retro Atelier. she is often misattributed as being an adult Esther Jones, which she is not

part of why i can never remember Betty Boop's primary "original" voice-actress is because Betty Boop has had SO MANY, even in just "classic Betty years". but i was specifically thinking of Mae Questel. the main three classic 1930s Betty Boop voices were Mae Questel, Mary Hines, and Bonnie Poe, but there were also several others in the 30s alone. but, yeah, when i was trying to talk about Betty Boop's voice-actress, it was Questel specifically who was in my head

i got my information wrong about the Betty Boop musical "Boop!". i got confused; i blame my chronic memory loss, but still my bad. anyway. it has so far ONLY been OFF-Broadway and is DUE to be ON Broadway in 2025 (get hyped!!! im so excited!!). off of Broadway, it has so far only been in Chicago according to the Wikipedia. and though it only had a had a short run in Chicago overall, the entire time it WAS in Chicago, Betty Boop was played by a Black musical actress: Jasmine Amy Rogers. love her, go support her!!

here are various screenshots with more information. feel free to look into them and/or the court-case on your own time. this is just "yep, shallow 2+2=4 levels of using google/wiki to fact-fact" on myself (which, to reiterate: is NOT a diss on anyone who didnt know what they didnt know, outside of this post or within it, idgaf, i do not tolerate trolls and dickheads being mean and utalizing me/my posts as a weapon to do that with) and show my sources in a more visual way

so yeah!! Betty Boop absolutely should be claimed by Black people since she has so many connections to Black American art within her performance, and Betty should 100% be drawn as a Black woman by any and everybody who wants to depict her that way

but also dont give Fleischer Studios credit for things they didnt do. they did not utalize Ether Jones in their initial conception of Betty in any purposeful or concious way; they did not design a Black animated female character in the 1930s. do not give them that credit that they have not earned. Fleischer Studios only utalized Esther Jones to get out of a court-case they had with Helen Kane. them accidentally creating a character whose performance is heavily in connection with Black American artists, like Esther Jones, is VERY DIFFERENT than them basing a character off of Esther Jones or being inspired by her in of by itself. do not give them flowers for making a Black female character star in her own shorts (and then rescind said flowers-that-they-didnt-earn for how she then "became white-washed" like that PBS article misreported) when they just?? didnt do any of that?

(also this is mostly unrelated but bc it is tangentially related to "dont give Fleischer Studios credit for things they didnt do" thing: if you know me, youll see me specifically crack jokes about Betty Boop being wlw and/or about her "he/him butch girlfriend, Freddie". im talking about her canon boyfriend, Fred or Fearless Fred, who is a human (unlike her also once-canon boyfriend of Bimbo, the anthropomorphic dog). do not take me making jokes about headcanons and how "Fred's design is too sapphic to be a cis man" as legitimate fact. youll see the internet jokes of a similar vein sometimes, im definitely not the originator of that joke)

Betty Boop is for everybody in the same way as youve likely seen that Hatsune Miku trend where everyone is making a cultural Miku re-design to their specific ethnicity or way of life; we've seen Betty Boop be flexibly "for everyone" tons of times, even outside of her being a nostalgic tribute to the flapper girl era (a cultural niche in which women of ALL backgrounds took part). in classic Betty Boop cartoons alone, we've seen:

Betty Boop as white/white-passing (especially any time they copied Helen Kane which Fleischer Studios did OFTEN and didn't even HIDE until it became a legal issue; but also Helen Kane wasn't even being that original. baby voices like Betty Boop's was a common gimmick of actresses then and Helen Kane's catch-phrase wasn't even her own. i still personally think Fleischer was copying Kane, but also it makes 100% sense why she lost that lawsuit),

we have had Betty Boop be Jewish (the most obvious being parents in some shorts speaking with thick Yiddish accents, implying she is the daughter of immigrant parents, most famously in the "Minnie the Moocher" short as part of the set-up before any music even began to play),

we've had her be rotoscoped dancing using Indigenous Hawaiian dancers, in their regalia, and given a tan (multiple times but my favorite is "Bamboo Isle" for sure),

we've had her collab with Cab Calloway (a famous Black jazz musician for anyone who doesn' recognize the name) along with others and had Betty Boop's catchphrase ultimately come from Baby Esther's scatting, along with other instances of Betty Boop's performances having connection to Black American performance-art

and, hell, you could even make arguments about Betty Boop as a cowgirl in her "Nan McGrew" parodies. cowgirls and cowboys were a largely queer and/or POC group, paid very little but allowed a lot of freedom of expression and welcomed isolation, until America cinema and the like white-washed cowboys to hell and back. you could see Betty Boop as anyone of any identity, really, but especially as being of the marginalized in that vein

Fleischer Studios did definitely (accidentally popularize infantalization in animated women woah who said that, who brought up my special-interest) only announce that they used an alagamation of flapper women in their design to better shoot down Helen Kane, but that doesn't mean it wasn't true. Betty Boop IS the 1930s tribute to the flapper era of the 20s and all the women from there, of all skin-colors and ways of life. anybody can cosplay or draw Betty Boop. but Black people especially do have a special connection to Betty Boop that cannot be denied and is v beautiful

(i could talk for a few hours about Betty Boop, and i will be the first to admit this isn't even her first "well, originally..." debate concerning her as a character, much less the breadth of her impact OR all aspects of her history. there's all the ways she did steal/borrow from Helen Kane, at least in my opinion; her impact of infantalization in animated women's designs; her hyper-sexualization and how theater at the time functioned (in a sexual way*) and her specific "gags in the margins"(*×2) animators would make; her almost movie about her and her father that a lot of Betty Boop fans have dug up and shared the conceptual work of around; and even the debate of her age as that is constantly in flux depending on where you look and at what time of history (*×3). all of which i mention in an "if you liked learning about Betty, there is a lot more to look into learning about her" way rather than an "ask me, ask me, ask me" way)

(said * clarifactions will be with the aforementioned reblog to not make this post even LONGER than it already is lmao)

anyway. again: A++ art though, absolutely love it ♡

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