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cowboybeepboop · 9 months ago

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The chase

”You know, Y/N, all these years of chasing storms... I think I've just realized what I've really been after." He pauses, his voice thick with emotion. "You. You're all I've ever been chasing."

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem! Reader

Genre: smut, idk it’s romantic too

Word count: 4k

Summary: Rivals in their careers as YouTube tornado chasers. But where you focus on chasing the storm Tyler is more focused on chasing you.

a/n: tbh I didn’t proofread so if there are mistakes my bad. But anyways hope you enjoy it. If you have any requests lemme know I’d be more than happy to write something for you.

You and Tyler Owens are two of the most well renowned storm chasers on YouTube, but your rivalry is legendary. Where Tyler is known for his daring and high-risk approach, you pride yourself on meticulous awning and safety. Your heated competition has been the talk of the tornado chasing community for years.

When a massive superstorm is predicted to hit a remote region, the stakes are higher than ever. Both you and Tyler are determined to capture the most intense footage, proving once and for all who really is on top.

As you sit in your hotel room, scrolling through various weather reports and radar apps, you can’t help but feel the tension building in the air. It’s the night before the big storm. You glance over at the door, knowing that your biggest competitor, Tyler Owens, is just a room away. The thought of him being so close sends a surge of frustration through you, but you try to focus on your preparations for the storm ahead.

You just came out of a steamy shower, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and your white painties. A loud knock on the door startles you from your thoughts, a sigh leaving your lips as you open the door. A scowl covers your face as you see your rival standing in front of you with a sly grin.

He chuckles at your reaction, leaning in the doorway. “What’re you doing in there? Thinking about your favorite country boy?” You cross your arms over your chest, glaring up at him.

“What do you want Tyler?” Your voice is full of annoyance.

He chuckles again, taking in your annoyed expression, his own cocky smirk adorning his face. He looks over your figure, thinking about you in far more inappropriate ways than he should.

“Can’t I just stop by to talk?” His voice is low and seductive as he takes a step toward you.

Putting a hand on his chest stopping him from coming in any further. “No, not without wanting something from me.” Standing your ground, you continue with a stern tone. “I know you Tyler, you don’t just stop by for no reason.”

He smiles, putting his own hand on top of the one on his chest. He slowly looks you up and down again, biting his lip as he does so. “Maybe I just can’t stay away from you…”

He takes a step closer once again, towering over you. His eyes lock into yours as he study’s your expression. Your breath hitches in your throat as a soft blush creeps up your cheeks.

“And what is that supposed to mean, cowboy?” You say while trying to regain your composure.

He notices your blush, his smirk growing at your reaction. He takes another small and careful step to you, closing the door behind him. He brushes your hair behind your hair, his eyes looking you up and down.

“It means I can’t take my mind off of you,” He takes another cautious step closer, “No matter how hard I try…” his voice trails off, your bodies inches apart, his body pressing very gently against yours.

“Tyler…” you whisper breathlessly, “Stop messing with me,” you step away from him, clearing your throat. Taking a deep breath you finish your sentence “We have a big storm tomorrow, why don’t you stop playing games and go back to your room” our voice regaining its firmness.

His smile drops when you step away, his eyes looking slightly hurt, but his usual cocky facade covers it back up.

“Why would I play games with you?” His voice is softer than usual, a bit of anger in his words. He’s filled with frustration at your constant pushing him away, even though you’re the one thing he can think about. “Why can’t you just let down your guard for a second and let me in?”

His hand cups your cheek pulling you closer to him as he wraps an arm around your waist. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave,” he whispers.

“Tyler?” Your voice is quiet as you look into his blue-green eyes. His thumb caresses your cheek gently. He looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of what you’re thinking, but he comes up with nothing. His cocky act drops slightly and you can see through his eyes how desperate he is for you.

He leans down next to your ear, his hot breath brushing against your neck. His voice is quiet and low, a pleading tone in his words. “Say it…” his body presses closer to yours “Tell me you don’t want me.”

Your eyes flick to the door then back to him. You find yourself speechless with a newfound dryness in your throat. “Ty.. I..” your voice trails off.

His fingers run down your side, bringing you flush against his body, his hand taking in every curve of your hips and waist. He nuzzles the crook of your neck, his hot breath teasing your bare skin. His voice is even lower as he whispers to you

“Tell me this isn’t what you want,” he presses a soft kiss on your neck, “Tell me you want me to go,” his lips move further down your neck, to your collarbone. “Tell me you don’t want me.” His voice is filled with desperation as he slides a hand up your shirt cupping one of your breasts, his thumb rubbing over your hard nipple.

You press up against the wall, pleasure running through your body as a soft moan escapes your lips. “Tyler…” you move your hand to his hair, tugging on the roots softly while pulling him closer to you.

“Tyler, I want you…” Your voice trails off as you squeeze your eyes shut relishing in the feeling of his hands on your body. His lips move against the side of your neck, leaving a long, slow trail of kisses, bites and light hickeys. His body reacting to our moans.

A low growl leaves his lips as you say the words he’s been waiting to hear. A wave of pleasure washes over him, his hand grips the back of your thigh pulling you up against him until you’re lifted off the ground, legs wrapped around his waist.

“Fuck, Y/N,” His voice is low, “Say my name again,” his voice more demanding. Another knock at your door interrupts you and Tyler. His hands stay firm against your body even as he pulls his lips away from your skin.

”Y/N?” your storm chasing partner knocks at the door again. Tyler looks down at you with an expression of annoyance, frustrated at the interruption.

“Tyler…” your voice is stern as you pull your body away from his “hide in the bathroom” you whisper.

“You have to be kidding me. He mutters, reluctantly putting you down and letting his hands fall away from your body. As you send him into the bathroom he shoots you a glare before shutting the door leaving it open a crack, hiding in the bathroom and listening in on your conversation.

“Hey, Adam” you smile while inviting him in.

“Y/N, did you figure out what the plan is for tomorrow morning?” His hands cross over his chest as his eyes look you up and down, taking in your disheveled appearance. The only thing you’re wearing is a white tshirt over your lace panties.

He clears his throat, his hand going to his neck. Tyler looks through the crack of the bathroom door. He clenches his fist as he watches your partner taking in your appearance.

Tyler can see how Adam is thinking because it's the same way he is, like he would do anything to get his hands on you. He grits his teeth trying not to give away his hiding spot. He overhears your discussion but his eyes are more focused on you, and your current appearance.

"Hey, has that prick Owens come to bug you yet?” Adam’s voice is playful as you stifle an awkward laugh.

“Uh, not yet” your whole demeanor turns stiff as you try to lead him away from the bathroom door. Tyler rolls his eyes at the insult, he doesn’t like his competitors either, and the sentiment is usually very mutual.

“You know, Adam..” you brush your hand against his arm, continuing to try and lead him toward the door. He gives you a puzzled look as he’s not sure why you’re being so awkward.

Tyler watches you run your hand along his arm, his jaw clenching tight and his knuckles grow white as he tries to refrain from making a sound. He fights the urge to open the door and take you in his arms to pull you away from your partner.

“I’m a little tired..” you grimace while looking up at him, blocking his view to the bathroom. He squints his eyes looking toward the half closed door and he laughs.

“Y/N, is there someone in your bathroom?” His smile grows wide as he looks at your flushed face. “I’ll talk to you in the morning then,” you push him out the door, sighing as you lock it behind him.

Tyler rips the bathroom door open, coming out looking incredibly irritated and frustrated. His demeanor has changed as he stalks toward you, gently pinning you between his body and the wall. He places a hand against the wall next to you, taking a few seconds to look over your body.

“Does he talk to you like that a lot?” His voice is gruff, his usual cocky persona gone as he looks at you.

“Huh?” Your eyebrows furrow as you look up at Tyler, your hands grasping at his sides pulling him closer. “Talk to me like what?” You question. His frown deepens as he looks down at you.

“That goddamn cocky, arrogant bastard was hitting on you and you know it” he grumbles, anger seeping into his voice as he thinks back to how he was looking at you.

”Adam?” Your voice laced with confusion, “No way, he doesn’t think of me like that,” you lean forward, kissing his jaw gently. His eyes close as a low sigh leaves his lips, pulling you even closer.

“He was all but drooling over you right in front of me, there’s no way you didn’t notice it” he grits his teeth.

“Not even,” you kiss down his neck, “Adam is just a friend,” you mumble in between kisses. He lets out another low sigh while tilting his head to the side, giving you more access.

He pulls you on top of him as he sits down on the bed, trying to ignore the obvious and think of you instead. “I want you to be mine.” He whispers, his voice low and possessive. “All mine..” he groans while pulling you into a passionate kiss.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you deepen the kiss, moaning into his mouth as his hands wander your body, pulling you flush against him. You’re straddling his hips, your bare thighs brushing over his rough jeans.

His hands grip your hips tighter, needing you as close as he can manage. One arm wraps around your waist while his other hand grips your thigh. His thumb caresses your soft skin as he begins pulling you back and forth on his lap, trying to get as much pleasure out of the friction you create as he can.

Pulling away from the kiss you moan into his ear, satisfaction filling your body with the rough fabric against your pussy. Your hips match his movements as you grind down on him one hand slipping into his shirt as you feel his tense muscles.

A deep moan leaves his lips as your voice fills his ears, his hands grip you even tighter as you press down on him. His mind clouds with lust as he thinks about how tight you are under your lace panties.

He can’t hold himself back any longer, he leans forward and kisses your neck, sucking, biting and licking the sensitive skin leaving dark marks behind as his lips move down further. His hands spread your thighs, slipping one into the hem of your panties, moving up and down your stomach and trailing to your wetness.

“Oh fuck Tyler,” you moan loudly as his hand spreads your folds, his finger hitting your sensitive clit.

As Tyler's hand continues to explore your body, your mind races with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. But the desire burning within you is too strong to ignore. Tyler's touch ignites a fire deep within you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. You can't deny the way his fingers glide across your skin, sending shivers down your spine. It's a heady combination of taboo and forbidden desire that leaves you craving more.

"Fuck," you gasp, your voice laced with need. "I want you inside me."

Tyler smirks against your neck, his hot breath sending tingles down your spine. "Yeah, baby?" he purrs seductively. His words fuel your desire even further as you arch into his touch, wanting to feel him buried deep inside you. But hesitation lingers in the back of your mind - fear that crossing this line will lead to consequences neither of you are prepared for.

You can't help but let out a moan of satisfaction as Tyler's fingers glide inside you. The friction against your clit and the pressure inside you are driving you wild. You arch your back, pushing yourself closer to him, desperate for more.

But just as you're about to reach the edge, a flicker of hesitation crosses your mind. The reality of what you're doing hits you like a ton of bricks, and doubt creeps in. You question your actions, wondering if this is really worth it.

"Fuck," you groan, your voice filled with both pleasure and uncertainty. "Is this really a good idea Tyler?”

Tyler's hand freezes in its motion, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. He knows that he's pushing boundaries, and he doesn't want to push you too far. Especially since he’s been dreaming of this day since he met you.

“Is everything okay?” You know that you’ve already crossed the line so there’s no going back. You nod.

“Yes, please make me cum,” you whine, “I’m so close…” you grind against his hand, your nails digging into his shoulders. The sound of Tyler's voice is music to your ears, fueling your desire even further. Your hips continue their frantic work, desperate for release.

Tyler smirks, reveling in the power he holds over you. He knows exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you crave him with every fiber of your being. He leans back against the headboard, as he watches you writhing in anticipation. "You're mine," he says with a devilish grin. "And I'm going to make you beg for it."

Your breath hitches at his words, excitement mingling with a hint of apprehension. You know that you're about to surrender yourself completely to this pleasure, but a small part of you wonders if you can handle what's coming next. He lays down underneath you and begins to slip your panties off. He guides your hips towards his face, you hesitate. “Ty, are you sure?”

"Oh, baby," he chuckles darkly, his voice dripping with lust. "I'm sure about it. I've been waiting for this moment since the day we met." Your mind races with conflicting thoughts as you hesitate, torn between your desire to give in and the nagging voice of reason in the back of your head. But there's no denying the raw desire that courses through her veins.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's about to come. With trembling hands, you slowly lower yourself onto Tyler's waiting face. The sensation is overwhelming - his warm breath against your clit sends shivers down your spine while his tongue traces delicate patterns along her folds.

Tyler moans softly into your pussy as you begin riding him, grinding against his lips with an intensity that borders on desperation. Your walls tighten around his fingers with each stroke, building up the anticipation until you can no longer hold back.

"Fuck," you moan, your voice strained with pleasure. "I can't. I can't take it anymore."

Tyler smirks up at you, his eyes glinting with triumph as he continues to devour you with fervor. He knows he's pushing your limits, pushing you to the edge of your sanity. But he also knows that this is what they both crave - the raw intensity of their desires colliding head-on.

You arch your back, urging him on with a mix of need and frustration. Your hips move in a desperate rhythm, grinding against his face as you teeter on the precipice of climax.

Tyler senses your impending release and increases his intensity, his tongue swirling around your clit in a relentless dance of pleasure. The sounds of their combined moans fill the room as you edge closer to the edge.

“Fuck, fuck,” you moan, biting down on the headboard in front of you as Tyler continues to hold your ass tight, forcing your hips down against his mouth as he licks up all your cum.

He moves your hips and sets you down on his chest, wiping away the juices left on his chin. “You taste so good baby”, crawling off of him you slip between his thighs. Your fingers fumble with his belt buckle, pulling it off as you undo his jeans. You slide them down his legs and pull his hard cock out of his boxers.

With the passion raging inside of you, you take a moment to appreciate the sight of his erect cock standing proudly before you. The air in the room is thick with desire, and the anticipation of what’s about to happen is almost unbearable. You lean down and kiss the tip of his dick, tasting the precum beading at the top.

Tyler's hands find their way into your hair, guiding you as you take him into your mouth. His hips jerk upwards as you start to suck, the pleasure evident in his deep, guttural moans. You feel a sense of power as you control his pleasure, your own need for release momentarily forgotten. As you deep throat him, your eyes never leave his, watching the storm of emotions playing out across his face.

The rivalry and tension between you two has always been palpable, but in this moment, it's transformed into something far more intimate and explosive. With the head of his cock bobbing against the back of your throat, you begin to suck harder and faster, feeling his thighs tense beneath you. Tyler's grip on your hair tightens, his moans growing louder and more desperate as he nears the brink of climax.

You can feel his cock pulsing in your mouth, and you know he's close. You reach down with one hand to cup his balls, gently massaging them as you deep throat him again. His hips buck up, and he lets out a strangled groan, his eyes squeezing shut. You keep going, determined to make him cum, to show him just how much power you have over him at this moment.

You feel his cock swell even more, and with one final, deep suck, Tyler's body goes rigid. He cums hard, filling your mouth with his hot, salty release. You swallow it all down, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and victory. As you pull away, Tyler's eyes open, a look of pure bliss and surprise on his face. He's never felt anything quite like this before, and the intensity of the experience leaves him momentarily speechless.

With a renewed hunger, Tyler sits up, his eyes never leaving yours as he runs his hands up your body, feeling the heat of your skin. He tugs at the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight of your bare breasts, the rosy tips of your nipples standing erect with arousal. His thumbs graze them, watching as they pebble even further under his touch.

With a groan, he pulls you closer, his mouth claiming one peak while his other hand squeezes the other. You throw your head back, your hips rolling against his hardened length. His tongue flicks and swirls around your nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

The feeling is exquisite, and you can't help but let out a whimper of pleasure. He switches to the other, giving it the same rough treatment, his hands roaming your back and sides, leaving trails of fire wherever they go. Your pussy is soaking wet, and you can feel the heat of his cock against your stomach. The anticipation is agonizing, and you start to rock your hips against him, desperate for more.

With a growl of desire, Tyler lines up his cock with your dripping entrance. He looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, but all he sees is a mirror of his own need. He pushes into you slowly, inch by inch, watching as your eyes widen with pleasure.

You gasp as he fills you completely, the sensation of being stretched and filled by your rival's cock sending shockwaves through your body. He starts to move, his strokes long and gentle, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking your nipples as he kisses you deeply. The room is filled with the sweet symphony of your muffled moans and the slick sound of skin on skin.

The tension between you two has morphed into something beautiful and consuming. Tyler's movements become more deliberate, his hips rocking into you with a passion that speaks volumes about his feelings. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, your body responding to every thrust with a roll of your hips.

As he kisses your neck and whispers sweet nothings into your ear, you realize that maybe, just maybe, this is what you've been craving all along. Tyler's strokes become more urgent, his grip on your hips tightening as he drives himself deep inside you. With a final, powerful thrust, he cums inside of you, filling you with his warmth. The room falls silent, save for the sound of the rain and your panting breaths.

For a moment, you just stay like that, your bodies entwined as you both come down from the intense high. Tyler's eyes are closed, his head resting on your shoulder, and his heart hammers against your chest. He pulls out slowly, and you feel a strange sense of loss as he does. But then he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close for a gentle cuddle. It's a stark contrast to the fiery passion that just consumed you both, but somehow, it feels right.

As you lay there, feeling the aftershocks of your shared climax, Tyler whispers something in your ear that makes your heart skip a beat. "You know, Y/N, all these years of chasing storms... I think I've just realized what I've really been after." He pauses, his voice thick with emotion. "You. You're all I've ever been chasing."

The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. You're stunned into silence, unable to believe what you've just heard. But as you look into his eyes, you see the raw truth of his confession, and it hits you like a bolt of lightning. Despite the competition, the rivalry, and the tension that's always been between you, there's something undeniable here. Something that transcends the storms you both pursue.

You swallow hard, trying to find the right words to respond. But all you can manage is a soft "Me too, Tyler. Me too." And with that, you both sink into the warmth of the bed, the thunder outside a distant echo of the passion that just roared through you.Your head resting against his chest as the both of you fall into a deep sleep.

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lostinlovingrevery · 4 months ago

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Logan and his... "Quirks"

Everyone is a lil weird. Logan is no exception

Some nsfw headcanons below the cut, it gets weird yall. some are tame. the rest are questionable. You're gonna ask me why i was thinking about it. you don't want to know

he CANNOT sit farthest away from the door. he has to be between the door and you. yknow in case of threats

feel like he would hate microwaves. idk why, i think he would extremely distrust the idea of food being heat up by radiation (Even if it wouldn't affect him?). he cooks everything by hand.

Don't let him catch you heating your food by microwave. He'll get pissy. then he'll make your food by scratch

uses phrases that were popular like 100+ years ago that no one knows. you've had to google some of them to figure out what the hell he was talking about

he taps his fingers alot. against a table, his leg, on you. it's an anxious thing

he doesn't laugh much but when he does it's loud, hes the epitomy of the word "guffaws" bc he's so loud. most of the time when you hear him "laugh" its a quiet chuckle. it's quite joyous to hear Logan across the mansion laughing

logan, as much as he acts like a wild man, is fairly neat. like, weirdly neat about his stuff. well- stuff he cares about. his jacket, his cigars, beer, maybe a few things you gave him. he doesn't need much.

this one isn't so weird, more cute- but he loves when you pet his head. only when it's just you two though

his nails grow faster than an avg person. He constantly has to clip them. BUT he does at least make sure to clean them up

i should add that logans is obv known for calling everyone bub, and gives nicknames to everyone

(he'll call you every petname in the book)

has to have his bed made in the mornings. he gets weirdly cranky if he or you don't make the bed and it's messy when going to bed that night (the man leaves his dirty laundry all over the room but doesn't like his bed not being made???)(nesting...)

hates the smell of incense (too strong) but he doesn't mind a few of the vanilla smelling candles. or the outdoorsy type ones

def will pick up new hobbies at random and then drop them (ahem i do that to)

doesn't finish his beer. he'll have a little left and go open a new one anyway

he acts like he's so gruff but he's actually like so polite about things when in someones house/the mansion. it takes you aback how nice he'll be. (x2 logan was just a bit stress don't worry about him raiding bobbys parents fridge)

ill add his fear of flying in here too

honestly he probably just doesn't like heights in general. he'll do it, go in tall buildings, planes, all of that (as well as we all seen) but don't catch him sightseeing out of the 70th floor of the skyscraper yall are in

he probably likes to wear all those layers because he doesnt let his hair grow out like he could. have you seen how much hair he can get? he keeps himself trimmed for you (if you want to call it that). the layers protects from the cold he gets from not being a hairy beast (let him be hairy)

oral fixation... i'll put this in nsfw

this isn't really weird...but he's able to sit in silence for a long time. just watching the view (you)

hes not an early bird. he'll get pissy if you are, because he wants you in bed with him. (people gotta work logan...)

leaves a clean plate of food. he doesnt like waste.

likes to grab you. hes gotta be holding onto you. even if he's single he's gotta be doing something (smoking, tapping his foot, leaning on someone), when he's with you though, you're his grounding.

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will drool during sex. he tries to control it. sometimes you feel too good though-

gets incredibly horny after missions. good luck.

also when after he goes into a burst of rage. good luck with that too

honestly he just has a high sex drive. he's a bit of a freak. it's not every time but rarely does he not get hard around you- at the scent of you

The moment you wake up in the morning, logan tells you "your period started" before you even have a chance to even fully wake up, only to realize that indeed you did start your period

he could smell it

dude is really intense about smelling

when it comes to you though he's REALLY intense about it. you know how dogs are when they smell you after you come home. logan is no different

can and WILL smell your armpits and feet if he gets the chance. it may gross you out but shits heavenly to him because thats where you smell the strongest. if you don't let him smell you he'll go for the laundry

your neck too

the man leaks so much pre-cum just at the thought of you. you'd think he came right there in his pants

does not care about you walking into him in the bathroom. he has no shame

honestly id think he'd like footjobs. not because he's got a feet thing- but like feet is where your strongest smells come from and if you...do that. his thang will smell like you

will eat you out and do you on your period btw. no shame

i don't think logan will say no to much in bed, except for the really disgusting ones, or the ones inviting other people in. he's not going to share you, or himself.

definitely has a thing about mounting you. he doesn't do it all the time but sometimes he'll lose himself and next thing you know is biting your neck and thrusting you doggy style, grunting and whining, and he won't stop till he's satisfied. the others have expressed worry over the deep teeth marks in your neck (Is he trying to maul you? - Scott)

doesn't like washing the bed sheets after you two do your thing. will complain but you have to bc you both are fairly active together in that department and you do not need your bedsheets become solid like rock. he just likes the scent :(

loves it when you lick his hands/knuckles

i think we all agree, the claws COME OUT when he cums. hes extremely careful about his hand placement bc of this.

back to oral fixation. if he doesn't have a cigar, toothpick, gum, his next best thing is you.

will SUCK on your skin. hard.

This is all i got for now, some probably really aren't a quirk but my brain was just typing what I could think of...might make more. Feel free to reblog and add your own!!

pain kink. a bad one. we all agreed on this i believe.

You know how animals have displays to attract mates? Logan is no different. When hes in the mood, hell puff himself out to you, do things he thinks youll like. I mean, i suppose avg males do this too but logan gets repetitive over it until you notice.

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bonbonly · 5 months ago

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Wait because why do I need to hear more about college lando like I feel like he would be into corrupting his innocent friend IDK MAYBE IM JUST SELF PROJECTING AT THIS POINT

Sorry if this didn’t make sense bonbon I’m running off like an hour of sleep 😭

-🎃

no no dont apologize! 🎃 anon you are onto something here ok

bon's thoughts (18+)

collegeau!lando. ok im writing this and had like the filthiest thought come into my mind oh my goddd but i can see you being top of the class, sitting in the front and answering all the questions in class. lando's sitting in the back, sleeping most of the time but there's rare occasions when you drag him to the front and he watches you raise your hand and ask questions that impresses the professors. he's a bit jealous, but then realizes that instead of trying to be like you, why couldn't you be more like him?

you're so innocent and sweet, it all comes to plan when he invites you to the library late at night. you never went to the library at night, only the morning because you always rambled on about how 8 hours of sleep was required for a good day. he reasons that its a friday night, it's ok and that was the only reason you show up in the private study room. you open the door and see him stroking his cock, eyes glued on his laptop as he's taking notes.

"lando?" you frown, eyes traveling to his hard cock. he waves at you, greeting you with a smile, though you can't seem to understand what he's doing, "lando what's going on?"

"oh, this? this helps me study!" he smiles, going back to stroking his cock as he's reading the notes you sent him earlier in the day. you frown,

"really? i know almost every study technique, i-i've never heard of this," you reply, tilting your head to get a better look at him.

"that's because only i use this technique, i found it out one day but i can't seem to perfect it. i just... i just think im not good at it. could you help me out?" lando asks, and you nod your head. you'd do anything to help your friend!

he directs you to your knees, and has you under the table. he's this close to giggling, he can't believe how innocent you are... how stupid you could be to let him do this to you! this is so much fun to him, and he presses his thumb into your mouth, opening it gently before guiding you down on his cock. he nearly cums right there, your mouth feels like heaven. he's having you suck his cock the whole night, your throat is covered in just his cum and when it's around 5 am, you're whining about how he ruined your sleep schedule.

"but you helped me study!" he exclaims and you shrug your shoulders,

"I guess so... as long as it helps you to study."

and so for the rest of the semester (and maybe for the rest of your years at uni) every friday night consists of you sucking on lando's cock, he even goes so far as to have your pussy wrapped around him as he's fucking into you like a madman, refusing to elaborate how exactly this benefitted his studying but you're very thankful that his grades are improving, somehow.

you're still top of the class, don't worry about that, lando would never ruin your education like that. but it was really funny to see you sitting in the front row with his cum dripping down your thighs, cock drunk to the max because now you're insisting you can only study with his cock stuffed inside your cunt.

that's a win for him.

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kawacake · 1 month ago

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OFFSIDE CRUSH | “HOW DID I BECOME A PR MANAGER?!”

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yourinstagram I just got here… WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO FIX 100+ INTERNET PROBLEMS BECAUSE OF THESE BOYS! HOW DID I BECOME A PR MANAGER?!

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Dailysoccer You’re going to bring an even brighter future for these boys even though you’re behind the camera most of the time Good Luck

yourinstagram THANK YOU SO MUCH😚

megumonster Were apologizing in advance

yourinstagram WHO EVEN GAVE YOU YOUR PHONE??

sleepyseishiro are we not supposed to have our phones…

yourinstagram HOW DID YOU GET MY INSTA?!.

reoofficial Idk man I think we stressing her out a tad bit idk tho🤷🏻

clutchyoichi tad bit is an understatement

yourinstagram yes indeed, tad bit is an understatement..

Ego greeted you at the entrance with his assistant by his side, “Follow me.” He said as you nodded your head and followed him and the lady that stood beside him, the three of you made your way down an empty hallway.

Your mind raced, you were happy this was like your second real job as a PR Manager but this time the pay was really good and he said you just had to keep a few boys in line and if you could do that then you’d fit perfectly for the job, it didn’t seem tooo hard it’s just a couple of boys that play soccer what’s the worst that could happen?

“So this will be your room, it has its own kitchen and shower, it has plenty of space.” He said opening a door revealing the room you were supposed to be staying in. “I originally was looking for a man to take this job so there aren’t really any feminine hygiene products here but if you’re in need of any just let me know and I’ll let my assistant know and she’ll just run and get you anything that you need.” Ego explained as you just nodded your head at him only catching a few things he said due to how fast he was speaking.

“With that I’ll have the rest of your suitcases dropped off at your room in a few so you can unpack but in the meantime I’d recommend you go talk to the boys, Anri Take her to The Boys chamber.” He basically commanded the woman as she nodded and motioned for you to follow her.

“I have a question.” You say cracking your knuckles, “hm?” “How many of them do I have to keep up with because he said boys but he never said how many.” You said, but the woman only stayed quiet, only irritating you because you hate being ignored especially when you want to know something, but soon you arrived at an area that read something like ‘common room’.

The doors slid open revealing a bunch of boys sitting around on their phones, watching tv, or just chatting with one another. “THAT'S A LOT OF PEOPLE.!” You thought while walking where all of them could see you.

“This is Y/n L/n she will be the PR Manager for the majority of the men here till we find more people that are willing to take the job so she won’t have to do much work.” Anri explained as the boy’s eyes looked over at you who stood right beside Anri. “After I take my leave, which will be now, you'll have time to bond and get to know each other.” She says as she waved everyone goodbye as the automatic doors opened then closed as she exited the room.

“Well..I’m Y/n like she just said what do you wanna know about me.” You said struggling to figure out what to say. “How old are you?” A guy with orange hair asked, “I’m 19 years old.” You say taking a seat in one of the empty chairs. “Just tell us random stuff about you so we don’t have to just ask random stupid questions off the top of our heads.” Some dude with long under lashes said with a sassy undertone.

“Sorry princess,” you scoffed out rolling your eyes as he just scowled at you “But I’m not from Japan I went to both high school and college in America then I moved to Japan because I finished college early because I went to a high school that provided college classes and stuff blah blah blah now I’m here.” You say refraining from talking about your past too much as the boys just stared at you with a blank expression.

“Okay y'all go I literally don’t know any of you guys names.” “OKAY SO I'M BACHIRA…”.

After his introduction everyone else gave their names and something about them and soon the boring atmosphere that was once there when you first got there was gone and replaced with a fun exciting one where everyone, well almost everyone had started giggling making jokes and even getting each other’s numbers. You had gotten very fond of a few of them.

They even told you the crazy scandals they had going on and how they needed a PR Manager because without one they’d be so fucked because none of them has a filter.

But the fun had gotten cut short by Ego popping up on the tv telling them they had to practice and you had to unpack but that didn’t stop you from making a small plan with the few people you grew fond of.

“Okay so after practice we always get our phones back I’ll text you then you give us the okay if we could come to your room or not.” Bachira explained as you nodded your head but Isagi, and Reo looked a little concerned but Nagi on the other hand looked as if he didn’t even know what was going on.

“And what if we get caught?” Reo asked “NO ‘WHAT IF’ we’re not going to get caught.” You say now standing up shoving your phone in your back pocket “Jesus.” Reo also says standing up along with the others “Welp see you guys later.” You wave at the group heading for the exit as all of them said bye as you walked out.

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BlueLockOfficial Bringing light to one of our new staff members Y/n L/n Blue Locks New PR Manager she has been a great person to be around today as she met the boys and other staff members. Even though her job is mainly to work behind the scenes she’ll likely also be in front of the camera! Treat her with kindness and respect and let’s all appreciate her for the work she’s going to put through as the PR Manager❤️.

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yourinstagram Ego couldn’t have Wrote this…

shidousins be grateful we didn’t even get a post like this and we’re literally the main attraction 💔

megumonster yawl I think I like this PR Manager

yourinstagram don’t let ego see this he like seeing yall miserable 🥀

yourinstagram WAIT. WHO TOOK THAT SECOND PICTURE 💔

sleepyseishiro Me. You fell asleep while unboxing all of your belongings

yourinstagram I feel…betrayed…

User975368 Who even is this girl

sleepyseishiro if you took the time and read the caption you’d know…

reoofficial ⏰☕️

yourinstagram so sassy with it

Fun Fact:

1. They made a sticker of y/n sleeping on her countertop and she still doesn’t know about it.

2. Bachira made a shirt with the picture of y/n sleeping.

3. Rin pretends as if he hated being called princess by y/n but he lowk thought it was cool.

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tiki-was-here · 3 months ago

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Billy Butcher x Male Reader [Part Two]

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Somebody sedate me ofmggg. Decided i don't want to hear billy talk rn so i simply gagged him. Lowkey wanna throw rocks at his house and make him cry (our relationship is complicated rn).

Idk how this turned into a male reader when it was supposed to be gender neutral. Oh well. Also he drools a lot in this idk why I did that.

[Part One]

“You done?” he asked finally, his voice quieter now but no less tense.

“No,” you said, stepping right up to him, your nose inches from his. “You don’t get to keep doing this. You don’t get to push me away just because you’re scared. You want to keep this thing between us? Then you’d better apologize . Because I’m not sticking around to be your punching bag.”

For a long moment, neither of you said anything. The air between you crackled with tension, the silence heavy and suffocating.

Then, finally, he spoke

“Make me.”

You didn’t think, you just acted. You grabbed him by the collar, yanking him towards you, and kissed him hard. It was angry and messy, a collision of teeth and tongue that left you both breathless.

His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed you back with equal intensity. It was like all the anger and frustration had boiled over, spilling out into something raw and electric.

Your hand found its way to his throat, squeezing down hard enough that you knew there would be an ugly mark in a few hours. Your knuckles turned white with effort but that didn’t stop Butcher from leaning into your grip. Your kiss long forgotten as he chose to pant harshly in your neck. What a slut. Still, you wouldn’t get distracted so easily.

“Open up” you muttered, before unceremoniously shoving two of your fingers down his throat. You didn’t even have to tell him what to do, the brit immediately sucking like his life depended on it. Eyes rolling back and drool already rolling down his chin. It was always messy when you were with him but you weren’t complaining.

While he was making himself useful sucking on your fingers like they were the best cock he’d had in years, your other hand snaked its way down his front.

A wet patch had already started to form and he was unbelievably hard. You palmed him lightly, eliciting a muffled moan from his lips before eventually making your way to his hole.

Your fingers tentatively prodded his entrance, and to your surprise, he was wet.

“Such a slut for me aren’t you Billy” you cooed at him, thrusting your fingers in and out of his mouth softly. His entire shirt was now soaked with spit. “You couldn’t wait for me to come take care of you?”

The only response you got was a muffled “fuck you”

You chuckled “ I guess it’s only fair for me to have my turn now isn’t it?”

You grabbed his hair roughly and threw him to the ground, not giving a chance to breathe before pouncing on him, pin his thighs beneath yours, effectively trapping him against the ground.Butcher struggled against you, teeth bared in faux disgust.

You knew if he really wanted him off you he could easily do so, no one who's really struggling would arch up into your shallow grinds with such poorly hidden desperation. He wouldn't be propping himself up on his knees to better help you pull his boxers over the swell of his ass.

Shoving them in his mouth to keep him quiet, you decided to begin what you came here to do.

Because you felt like being a little bit nice today since Billy was being surprisingly quiet (and because you didn't want to hear him complaining about it the next day) you decided to finally remove your fingers from his mouth and got to work prepping him.

Your fingers entered him with little resistance. Starting with two you slowly worked your way deeper, purposely avoiding that bundle of nerves you knew Butcher was eager for you to find.

Just a few seconds of teasing got you frustrated whines from the man beneath you, squirming in his place underneath you.

He was so cute like this, face flushed red and tears gathering on his eyelids.

“You know Billy, sometimes I wonder how the rest of the team would look at you if they knew how much a whore their ‘beloved leader’ is”. You pulled your fingers out of him, instead replacing it with the tip of your cock, which was now red and weeping from the lack of attention.

“Could you imagine it?” you teased pushing into him slowly,”Standing in front of Homelander knowing that I had my dick inside you just moments earlier?” You felt him clench at that…what a whore.Your thrusts got faster, deeper, as all the frustration you've felt bubbling up inside you came (lol) up to the surface.

“You’d like that wouldn't you? Fighting him with my cum still dripping out of you?”. He frantically shook his head no as he ‘screamed’ what were surely muffled expletives from behind his makeshift gag. But you didn't need to listen to his answer to feel the way he clenched pathetically around your cock. You stored that info away for later, teasing him about Homelander was fun, but today was about him taking what you gave him, and you getting what you needed.

Your thrust reached a brutal pace, muffled moans and whines bouncing off of the thin walls of the motel. You could feel the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach, and you knew that you were close. Reaching your hand under Billy’s hips, you stroked his cock at an unrelenting pace, desperate to make him come before you.

You wanted to record this moment, tears flowing freely down his face, the wet smack of your balls hitting his ass the only thing coming close to being louder than his wails. It was a wonder as to how he still had his boxers in his mouth, the poor material now darkened with drool. Still, as Billy reached his peak, you silently thanked it as it was surely the only thing keeping you from being interrupted with a noise complaint.

The brunette seemed to be in his own world, his tough guy persona long gone as he shook silently beneath you, his softening cock trapped between the floor and his cum stained stomach. You followed close behind, soft grunts escaping your lips as you emptied your load into him, before promptly collapsing next to him, chests heaving in unison.

You knelt beside the tub, running your fingers through the warm water, testing the temperature.

Billy sat on the closed toilet lid, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with a tired sort of curiosity. His usual sharp, biting demeanor was dulled,

“You gonna sit there all night or actually get in?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder.

He huffed, shaking his head. “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, well, someone’s got to take care of you since you clearly won’t.”

He gave you a look but didn’t argue. With a sigh, he stood, peeling off his shirt and stepping into the bath. The water sloshed as he settled in, leaning back against the porcelain with a long exhale. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and for once, he looked peaceful.

You sat on the edge of the tub, trailing your fingers through the water. “You can’t keep doing this, Billy.”

His eyes cracked open. “Doing what?”

“Losing it like that,” you said, voice soft but firm. “Tearing people apart just because you’re angry. Lashing out at me when you don’t know what else to do with yourself.”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away.

“You want me on your side?” you continued. “Then you have to trust me. And you have to keep yourself in check.”

A muscle in his cheek twitched. He looked like he wanted to argue, wanted to push back just for the sake of it. But instead, he let out a long breath, staring at the water. “Not exactly my strong suit, love.”

You dipped your hand in the bath, letting the warm water slip between your fingers. “I know. But I also know you’re not as heartless as you pretend to be.”

Billy scoffed, but there was no real bite to it. “That so?”

“Yeah,” you said simply. “Because if you were, I wouldn’t be sitting here.”

A beat of silence passed between you, thick with unspoken things. He swallowed, shifting slightly, like the conversation was making him physically uncomfortable. You could see it—he wanted to apologize, admit that he’d gone too far. But Billy Butcher wasn’t the kind of man who could just say sorry. It wasn’t in his nature.

Instead, he reached out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. His thumb brushed over the back of your hand, a small, unspoken gesture of remorse.

You sighed, shaking your head with a soft smile. “That your way of saying you feel bad?”

“Maybe,” he muttered.

“Wow. Huge moment for you,” you teased. “Almost like an actual human emotion.”

He gave you a flat look but didn’t let go of your hand. “Don’t push your luck.”

You squeezed his fingers gently. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Billy grunted, leaning back again, eyes slipping shut. But he didn’t let go of your hand—not even when the water started to cool.

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me very patiently waiting for that mothussy :3

oh and here’s another wittle thing i thought…i tend to hc price as a bear hybrid or other so i think he would go into hibernations,, since hes still on duty he wouldnt go into a long-term one like other bears, but simply sleep a LOT of the day…i would wanna cuddle big bear price so bad awaawaewfgwh 🥺 hes really hairy but instead of it being coarse hair, its more fluffy cause its the winter!! so his facial hair puffs up a bit…and his chest hair…and the happy trail…you get the idea :3 idk i just like bear price i want him to pound me into the mattress and suck my cock until it falls off hug me!!

-❀

Give me like a couple more days lol, I got ghost and soap more or less done in a rough draft format, just need to write out price and gaz then a quick rewrite to clean up the draft. Cause rn all mini drafts are about 1k and very rough so when I clean it up they're probs gonna be bumped up to like 2k? Just knowing me and how my drafts end up doubling in size lol.

Also duuude you are a treasure trove of ideas lol. I want bear price now and now I'm horny so here's a bunch of bear price

Help a Bear Out

CW:NSFW, MDNI, daddy kink, dom/sub, oral, somno, edging, foodplay, cockwarming. Bear Price x Top Male reader Ao3

Imagine Bear Price who is by no means a small man any time of the year, bear genetics + having to be physically fit to take down terrorists leads to him having a very strong and imposing build befitting a Kodiak bear. The fur only adds to the striking image, making him look larger and his arms appear thicker, letting him scare many young boars from trying to tussle with him lest he crack their skulls.

But he turns massive in winter.

He can't help it; There's no escaping the iron clad control nature has over his body as his dark fur thickens and gains a fluffy golden color. No evading the instinct telling him to eat and rest and grow fat for winter until his hard earned muscles disappear beneath the cloak of fat. No ignoring sweet lull of sleep's song when he's yawning every five minutes and the words on the report swim in his blurry eyes.

Imagine Bear Price who, in his younger days, used to be self conscious about the changes his body went through. Growing up surrounded by humans was tough, dread would start building in his heart the moment the first leaf from the trees would fall. He's lost count how many times the kids would laugh at him when he'd show up to school after winter break with a chubby face and barely able to run a lap with how tired he was.

As he grew and started being curious about sex, it only got worse. He'd snatch the porn mags his sisters would buy behind their parents back, spending hours looking in the mirror and comparing his pudgy belly and fat thighs to the chiseled abs and lean muscles of the models. He'd spend hours exercising and trying to loose the weight he'd gain, but it would be all for naught.

And it didn't stop when he graduated and went into the military. His superiors may have tolerated the extra sleep and rations Price needed because he was a monster on the field, but they by no means were happy about it. He'd end up with thrice the amount of work and run ragged in training until he returned to his pre-winter weight.

Imagine Bear Price who doesn't give a shit about how he looks like now. Why would he, when he sees how you look at him? How you touch him? How you worship him?

Your hands wind around his waist and the groan you let out when you realize the space between your fingertips has gotten bigger is hungry. Your face burrows into his chest, his soft fluffy fur tickling your face as you nuzzle his pecks. The way his pudgy belly and love handles jiggle under your wandering hands makes you wish you had more arms so you could feel every part of him.

A content growl rumbles from the bottom of his chest, eyelids open just enough to watch you. "My boy's forgotten his manners." He chuckles, but there's no way to hide the wagging of his little bear tail. The reverent way you touch him makes him feel like a king.

"Sorry sir." There's absolutely no shame in your voice or your actions, not when your mind is held captive by the soft fluffy fur and the warmth of his skin. Without thinking you slide your hands up to grope his chest and you groan — the squishy fat covering his muscles and makes his pecs so large they don't fit in your hands anymore, fat plumping up between your fingers and his flesh jiggling as you press his pecs against your head and motorboat him.

The surprised laugh you earn is like ambrosia to sweeten the heaven you're drowning in.

Imagine Bear Price who gets so sleepy as the nights get longer and colder. While he still gets the work done, and for the most part doesn't mind the 'old man' jokes his boys make, it's obvious how irritated he gets when he's forced to stay awake longer than he needs to; each extra second spent explaining to a muppet how to do his job makes his eyes darker and voice rougher until he's passively growling like a construction engine.

Luckily you're there to calm down the beast.

Groping his ass or scratching the base of his tail to distract him so you can kiss along his jaw and rub your cheek against his beard. "You're doing it again sir." You mutter, voice smooth and low enough to soothe his prickled mind. Kissing him sweet and slow so you can tug his lazy body back into his room, into his den, where you can give him what his mind and body craves the most — sweet sweet sleep. . . and you.

Imagine Bear Price who's chest rumbles with a purr without stopping the second you settle into his den, his clawed fingers sliding over and groping your naked skin with just as much love and adoration as you show him.

Wrapped in so many layers of blankets and furs, engulfed by his bulk and his own fur, you are so so warm that neither one of you need clothes. Price's favorite position is to hug you like a Teddy bear. Despite the irony, it lets him wrap his body around you so you're safe and protected, practically suffocating in his fur. Not that you mind, especially when Price can nuzzle his nose into your hair or skin, to breathe in your scent to his heart's content and purr low praises into your ear: "Good boy,"

And, if you're especially good, he lets you use his ass as a pillow. He'll growl and grumble about not being able to scent you or hold you, but he'll soon be sleeping peacefully with you slumbering on his large ass.

Imagine Bear Price who, between the long stretches of sleep, get's horny. It's a natural reaction from sleeping next to his naked mate, wanting to feel you and hear your moans, but he doesn't have the energy to actually fuck. His lethargy turns the feeling of languid arousal into Hell.

Both of you try to initiate a couple of times; fumbling beneath the sheets, wandering hands roaming and groping as far as they can reach, his teeth nibbling on your neck and your hungry lips laying hickeys on his thick neck. Not wanting to undo the tangle of limbs you two end up grinding against each other, breathing the same air between kisses as sweet pleasure burns in your belies.

Then you stop just long enough to grab the lube, and Price's mind, still half way in lala land, only needs a couple of seconds of inaction to pull him back into deep sleep. By the time you return to him he's already snoring, limbs reaching out to grip you tightly and pull you close, but all thoughts of sex are forgotten.

And Price is so, so, angry with himself when he wakes up and realizes he left you high and dry again, shame eating away at his stomach because what kind of bear leaves his mate unsatisfied? The unworthy kind.

Imagine Bear Price who's mind is blown when you suggest cockwarming. Hibernation is about sleeping and relaxing, not strenuous sex, so the thought of being able to feel you while still fulfilling his body's need to rest? Oh it gets him hard.

It takes a while to figure out the perfect position, Price is too big and heavy to lay on top of you without crushing you, and his fingers earn to grip and hold you close so spooning him viable either.

Finally you end up with him laying on his back, legs spread with you laying on top of him and oh, it's perfect. You can feel him purr as you slide inside his blistering hot hole, his strong arms wrapping around you and claws scrapping along your spine. "That's my boy, perfect f' daddy." He mumbles through the fog of sleep, throwing one heavy leg over yours to keep you close.

You can't help the shudder that races down your spine, his musky earthy scent curling in your nose and making your cock throb inside him. You only stretching him long enough to be able to take you without tearing something, and Price relishes the slight sting of pain nibbling on his nerves when your cock hardens.

You don't try to fuck him, by the time you're fully settled inside him he's already snoozing. A slow roll of your hips and the resulting tightening of his hole is enough to sate your lust when it arises, enough to keep you half hard and stretching him out. His pecs make such a good pillow, thick fluffy fur and chest hair tickling your skin, the slow and calm beating of his heart lulling you to sleep before you know it.

Imagine Bear Price who gets an insatiable sweet tooth. There’s not a single secret stash in his room that doesn’t have his favorite bottle of honey in it. Hell, there’s more honey hidden in his room than cigars.

And his lazy mind decides to combine his hunger with honey with his hunger for you.

"Hold still for daddy, baby boy." Price mumbles against your abdomen, big hand gripping your hip to keep you still so not a drop of the honey he drizzles on your cock goes to waste. "Good." He purrs, wide tongue lolling out of his mouth to lap at your tip, claws massaging the skin beneath them.

He can spend hours laying between your legs, lazily lavishing your cock with attention while satisfying his craving for sweets. Whine and moan as much as you want, uselessly buck your hips as best you can against his unfair strength, nothing will make him rush — with his energy drained he'll spend meticulous minutes following every vein on your cock with his tongue before he even thinks of gently suckling on your tip. "Relax my boy, just enjoy this." He mutters, lips pressed against the sticky flesh of your shaft.

And when he does take you into his mouth, it's just as slow. His mouth hangs open so you can see your tip resting on his tongue before he laps at your slit, drool and honey running down his chin and sticking the strands of his beard together. When all the honey is in his stomach he just drizzles more, nibbling on your thighs or stomach to keep his mouth and mind occupied with you before starting the torturous process all over again.

The slow torturous pleasure is easy to endure just so you can see his eyes light up when you start leaking precum.

Imagine Bear Price absolutely loves loves loves the salty tang your cum adds to the sweet honey, the delicate combination of flavor dancing on tongue and only fueling his gluttonous mind to demand more.

The distinct taste is the only way to cut through the fog of lazy pleasure in his mind, turning him greedy. Price mumbles and growls incoherent words around your cock as he swallows you down to the root, swallowing around you and holding you down when you try to buck up. "My boy tastes so good." He mumbles as he rises up, nuzzling his cheek against your weeping tip, looking up at you with hungry blue eyes. "Just for daddy, yeah?"

"Ye-yes sir." You whimper through your clenched teeth, your head lolling back against the pillows when he swallows you whole again, your tip bumping against the back of his throat. "Just fo- fuck, fuck,- just for you." You don't know how he doesn't choke on you but you don't have the mental faculties to even think about that when your brains are leaking through your cock.

Price smiles around your cock, the purr rattling his chest and making his throat vibrate around you. "Smart boy," He praises after he pulls off, precum and honey swirling on his tongue as he takes the moment to savor the taste. He knows how close you are, he can feel the cum churning your balls when he rolls them in his rough palm. "You can give daddy a bit more, can't you?"

You honestly don't know how long you will last.

Imagine Bear Price who can get so insatiable he growls like a tractor when you try to weakly push him off your cock, so aroused that you think even the slightest gust of wind will make you pop.

Price bites your thigh enough to hurt and only his hand squeezing down on the base of your cock keeps you from cumming. "And where do you think you're going boy?" He demands, claws digging into your skin to pull your hips closer, little kitten licks of his tongue driving you to the brink of madness.

"S-Sir!" You moan before you can stop yourself, your hips twitching uselessly against his hands, thighs shaking. "'m sorry, I'm fuck, I'm so close." You whimper, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Every nerve in your system is on fire, pleasure so strong it's turned to pain along your body.

Price huffs, but his tight hold lessens. "It's alright sweet boy," He hums, placing a sweet kiss on your cock head. "I know how you can make it up to daddy."

Imagine Bear Price who's only placated when you slide your cock back inside him. Your muscles ache from the strength it takes you to hoist his heavy legs over your shoulders and keep them there, but your rewarded with the tightening of his sweet hole, a pleased rumble leaving his throat.

“G-good boy-.” He growls, long claws scratching down your back as you pound into him. Your thrusts are slow but deep, making his toes curl every time you bottom out, tip scraping his prostate and making his cock spurt a dollop of precum with every thrust. “Fucking daddy so deep. I taught you well, yeah?”

"Yes, yes, yes!" You agree to everything he says without hearing any of his words, your body moving automatically to bully your dick into him. Every thrust is heaven and every second spent pulling out from his tight heat is hell, the sensitive veins of your cock scraping against his walls.

He moans when you manage to clip his prostate with your thrusts, one clawed hand sliding down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise. "Harder boy," He demands, rolling his hips to meet you half way, other hand raising up to scruff you. "You can go har-hm!- harder. . . don't you wan- fuck, want to make daddy feel good?"

Clenching your eyes shut you slam into him as hard as you can, feeling the fat widening his frame jiggle with every hard thrust. Without thinking Price pulls your head down to smother you in his pecs, soft fluffy fur tickling your face as the ample flesh suffocates you. The sweet scent of honey mixed with his musk erases any vestiges of sentient thought in your head, leaving your animal brain to pick up the pieces — Pin him down harder and mate him, rut into him until he's roaring with his full chest, his hard cock slapping against your stomach.

Price reacts to the change in your behavior by pressing your face even harder against his chest, his walls clenching around your cock like a vice so you have to try harder to push into him. Price’s lips brush against your ear, voice low and rumbly. “My boy, come in daddy.” He urges you on, both legs now tightly wound around your waist so you can only hump your aching cock into him. “Co-mh!- cum, cum in me son, you want to be good for daddy right?”

That's all it takes to drive you over the edge, mind going black like a piece of paper as your orgasm rocks through you with the intensity of lighting. The sensation of your hot cum spilling into his hole triggers his own orgasm and he cums with a thunderous roar, sticky seed shooting across your abdomen.

You collapse on top of him, his legs keeping your softening cock inside him, not that you have even a single functioning muscle to try to pull out. His big hand cradles your skull, honey flavored lips placing soothing kisses on your temple. "That's my boy." Price murmurs, his chest rumbling with a soft purr. "Did so well for me." He yawns, eyelids fluttering as that fog of lethargy settles over both of you. "Now rest," The order is spoken in the softest voice he's ever used, and it works like a horse tranquilizer on you.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel his hole clench around your soft cock, the cum inside him squelching as his body unconsciously tries to persuade yours into filling him up just a bit more.

It's gonna be a long winter.

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annarobszombies · 2 months ago

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hii idk if u take request but i love ur thoughts on drstone so i was thinking a fem reader (if possible) that is stanxeno adopted daughter and she is like outgoing but shares interests with her parents (she's raised right) and she is part of the american colony . Senku x reader if possible ty

I ABSOLUTELY TAKE REQUESTS

This took way too long and I'm not the most happy with it but I'm a little rusty please forgive me

Senku x Reader: Beginnings (776 words)

Living in the stone world with your fathers was hard enough, but having very few others you could relate to made it even harder. Especially when one of those people was Luna, who was definitely a little into both of your parents, which could be mildly uncomfortable. So when you caught wind of a fledgling Kingdom of Science filled with people who were around your age, you practically threw yourself at the opportunity to get closer to them.

Stanley was going to have an aneurism when he found out you’d left home without permission, but you'd deal with that later.

The mechanical insides running the so-called science vessel Perseus were absolutely amazing. These people had oil! Gasoline! Your colony was stuck with wood and charcoal, you had nothing on all this!

"Pretty exciting, yeah?" Your guide, a young man who'd introduced himself as Senku asks, grinning over his shoulder at you. He seemed to be one of the few who actually spoke English, and you were awfully grateful for that.

"It's amazing! I'm really super impressed," You say, grinning just as wide. Senku nods, arms crossing over his chest as a look of pure pride covers his face for a moment, before you catch the way it twists into something else.

“So,” He says, voice dropping to a more serious, and vaguely wicked tone. “Now that you’ve seen our ship, what’s say you and me have a nice long conversation, hm?”

“A conversation?” You tilt your head to the side, still smiling. “Weren’t we just having one?”

“Sure, but I’ve got questions, and it seems only fair that you take the time to answer them for me,” Senku snipes back, mimicking your action.

If your fathers found out how quickly you folded just because a boy your age looked at you like that, you’d be locked in your room for the next six to ten years.

You were an enigma to him. You’d come all the way to the Perseus by yourself, with no apparent motivation other than scientific inquiry. Senku hadn’t even needed to use any kind of underhanded tactics to get you to talk. You were freely open, and appeared to be fairly honest in your responses to his questions, claiming that there was no point in your lying to him.

You told him that Doctor Xeno was your father, but that you hadn’t told him you were coming all this way, and had gone into far more detail than expected when Stanley Snyder’s machine gun had been brought up, rambling about its specifications for a solid five minutes before he has to reign you back in.

You were a miniature scientist yourself, though you claimed to leave all the real thinking to your dad.

He liked you more and more the longer you two talked, letting himself go off on scientific tangents more than once while you nodded along, and made well educated comments of your own. By the time someone else finally comes to check on the two of you, he’s almost ten billion percent sure he’s a little in love with you.

Or, at the very least, your brain. Falling in love that quickly was more illogical than falling in love in general, but it would be a complete lie if he said he didn’t want to keep you around for more selfish reasons than to turn you over to their side.

It didn’t help that you gave him your entire attention, leaning forward with bright eyes glittering with genuine excitement whenever he got started on one of his mini science lectures. It made him feel like Taiju whenever Yuzuriha was around, his heart beating far too hard than should be normal, his body temperature rising.

“I should go back soon,” Your sighed words have a frown pulling on his lips.

“Not sure we can let you do that,” He says, dissatisfaction pooling in his chest. He wasn’t ready for you to leave just yet, he had more information he wanted, more things he wanted to talk to you about.

“Because I might be a spy? That’s understandable,” You say, letting out another soft sigh.

“But my absence has probably already been noticed, and I’d rather not watch my other dad shoot you in the head just because I decided to come out here.”

“Your other dad?” He has a feeling he already knows what you’re about to say next, based on your wording alone.

“Mhm, Stanley.”

Hah, so you had a genius scientist and a military expert as parents? No wonder you were so damn smart. How exhilarating, he couldn’t help but feel at least a little excited about that.

#dr stone #doctor stone #senku ishigami #ishigami senku #dcst senku #dr stone senku #x reader #senku x reader #fanfiction #fanfic

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kireilien · 1 month ago

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hiiii my scrumptious pumpkin blueberry muffin cheesecake with cherries queen !! guess who’s back again, the number one gooner to maki and occasionally yuma <3 srry for going MIA for a few days and not interacting w ur works(miss them and will be definitely having a goon session later on hehe), and also i missed yapping to u ugh school has been kicking my ass.

and also, u don’t have to answer all of my thoughts, i just needed to air them out on here and get my daily dose of yap cause i’m going insane 💔.

and kid u not, my brain has been working overtime of various thoughts and the imaginary nico with grillz eating me out(new obsession alert 🚨‼️) and now ur requests n letters are open, i can finally ramble them out before they disappear into the void of my head and never be seen or heard of ever again </3. anyways, time to yap(a lot) ! :

1- dry humping with maki AND makeout sesh like helloooo, #needthat. but likes it’s quite vanilla yk what i mean right ??? pls say yes.

2- threesome with fuma and k, also #needthat cus it’s a need to be headlocked by fumas beefy arms and railed into oblivion from the back shots he’s giving u and choking on k’s dick.

3- munch taki munch taki munch taki munch taki munch taki munch taki munch taki who’s high off both from the pot and ur pussy-

4- not really a hard though but slow, vanilla sex with yuma who’s showing u all the love, affection and praise he has for u which makes u cry(imo, he a freak but… idk what caused me to think of this tbh 😭)

5- and uh… tongue piercing and grillz nico who’s a fashion designer and ur a model- *runs off*

-🐻

my delicious chiffon cake strawberry swirl lemon tangy frosting with a dollop of whipped cream on top 🐻 anon i’ve missed u sm :((( i hope school has been okay with you!!! and don’t even i WILL answer all of them

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; dom!teamies, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, just rambling no insane tws

1) brain so large 🐻 anon NO I GET WHAT YOU MEAN it’d go soooo hot you’re in his lap, running your clothed cunt over his clothed cock. your mouths are desperately at each other, maybe even a lil spit dragging its way to the corner of your lips. maki’s fingers are pressed into your skin at your hips as yours are fumbling with his hair. you’re both so desperate to chase your highs because at first it was just the two of you sweetly kissing after a long day, then maki decided to bite your lips to swivel his tongue into your mouth what a whore then it ended up you on top of him, grinding down and you two are just so desperate you couldn’t even take your clothes off :((

2) something about two older, beefy men treating you like their princess WHOOOOOWEEEEEE kei n fuma 9 and 8 year age gap isn’t that bad guys pls. but good lord fuma’s strong hips are making your legs shake and your eyes roll back, your body almost gives out. but fuma’s arm in a headlock lifting your head up just so you could gag on kei’s cock. they’re both plastering fake smiles, backhandedly praising you, “yeah you’re taking my cock like a good whore as you gag on kei’s? yeah that’s it. only a whore would be this good.” and “love how my slut gags on it. as they get fucked so deep by fuma.”

3) i talked abt this under this starri post, but taki is such a puppy. like more than maki and that says a lot! there’s a lot of sub!taki truthers on here and i honestly see it, i also see him as a service top/dom where you tell him what you need and he’ll do it. if you whine telling him that you pussy is needy for him, he nods repeatedly like a good puppy, “yeah, yeah, yeah! i can make you feel good! lemme make you feel good!” he hurriedly dives into your cunt, making it all messy, practically messily drooling over it, making it so good for you. he loves lapping at your cunt as if it’s his last and only meal. he savors it soo good :(( i 100% think he’d also cum in his pants by hearing you orgasm/tasting you alone :((( my puppy boy :((((

4) i like to think that yuma is sweet when he wants!!! ofc he’s a disgusting freak which will willingly have an assortment of sexual pleasure items from dildos to fucking nipple clamps, there’s so many times where he’s kissing you, taking things achingly slow, kissing your pretty nipples, small flicks to your cute little clit, gahhh mind all fuzzy and full of yuma cock you can’t help but cry when he’s breeding you so full :(( babbling to him how he’s making you so good, your legs and hands are trembling with so much pleasure running through your veins, it makes him bust right there again in your overfilled cunt

5) OH IM GRINNING SO WIDE 🐻 ANON DO YOU WANT HEAD HOLY FUCK you’re nicho’s model– no MUSE– that he would do anything for you to stay under his brand– everyone knows it. you, your team, him, his team, fuck even the public knows who his favorite arm candy is when he first walks out during his design runway, walking out with you on his arm, he’s beaming so widely. when one day you suddenly get worried over a show, you think you look your worst, tears are ruining the makeup the makeup artists worked so hard on, but you catch all your tears, not wanting to destroy nicho’s carefully designed work. when nicho finds you curled up in a corner, he cups your face, so concerned about his muse :(( he wants you to feel so good he doesn’t care if you “ruin” his work. he lifts up the extravagant black silk dress that he curated just for you, tucks your panties to the side and eats you out right there in the dressing room :((( the cold metal is sending you shocks, you stop crying all together only focused on his tongue IUEWGDCFBGFUAQWBUO 🐻 ANON YOURE A FUCKING GENIUS IM ACTUALLY GONNA MAKE A WORK ABT THIS HOLD ON ONCE IM DONE W THE REST OF THE LOVE LETTERS AND MY THREE FULL WORKS I’VE BEEN STALLING ON, I GOTCHU. THIS WAS SO FUCKING YUMMY.

the hashtags go fucking crazy holy shit LMFAAOAOAO

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sunflowerhae · 25 days ago

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-consumed.

Bsf!Ten x f!reader x ex-situationship!haechan

Not proofread so if it sounds like shit sorry babes

This is for @titttuaf girl idk why I really got into this but you inspired me so enjoy!

Main Masterlist 🏷️

Warnings

PWP, I guess kinda angst, haechan and ten fighting for your attention (muahah), Unprotected sex, making out, threesome, reader gets fingerbanged, munch!haechan agenda for the win fr (im sorry but you can tell who my bias is in this I still tried tho), consent being sexy asf, mean dom haechan, soft dom ten, reader is kinda quiet actually shes just a chill dude (lmk if i missed anything!)

You don’t know what you were doing, honestly. When Ten had initially invited you to the party, it was pure defiance that convinced you to go.

“Y/n, no offense, but this is a pity invite.” Your best friend of 9 years failed to surprise you, is the first thing your mind thought as you rolled your eyes. The glaring sun poisoned your skin as it took residence in your tan lines - your frame trying its best to shield your best friend, who lay relaxed in your campus courtyard. You ignore your annoyance at his intrusion, stilling your mind from its endless torture as you attempt to study for your upcoming Intro to Philosophy exam. It wasn’t like Ten noticed, anyway. Ten sometimes let himself get swept in his thoughts, which in turn made it hard for him to notice things - like for example your negative aura that was about to push you to commit crimes against the man. If anyone asked you? You’d say he acted too lax for someone nearing the end of their junior year of college - someone who you’ve barely seen crack open a book the last semester.

It’s not like you didn’t know your best friend, it was quite the opposite. You and ten met at the ripe ages of 16, and it wasn’t much of a story. Sitting at desks together for the entirety of your sophomore year of high school, you became pretty close as you were secluded from your other friends. You had lots of differences, like his affinity for dancing and your affinity for…breaking your bones while attempting to dance. Also, where Ten went, a new friend followed; you, yourself preferred the acquaintance of 1 or 2 people at a time. Outside of the class, neither of you really talked, but inside it didn’t matter. You talked, laughed, got in trouble together - all the works. And eventually, talking inside the class became an outside thing, too. Suddenly, it wasn’t Ten and it wasn’t Y/n; it was Ten and Y/n.

It was no surprise when the both of you applied and got into the same college, and it definitely wasn’t a surprise when Ten rushed a frat his second week, while you stuck to the dorms. Of course, he got in with flying colors - a certified frat guy. You joked that he was finally in his true form; you think he took the joke too seriously. Ten was always a smart kid, always kept on his grades despite being the biggest extrovert the world could spit out, so it was also no surprise when he snuck his way into the frat’s student government - more like weaseled his way in. Really, he only did it for the status (he himself used that exact phrase when he whispered it to you once while making confessions. You gasped in surprise, like any good friend would). He liked the power it gave him, despite being only a sophmore. After that, you saw a lot less of Ten. It was fine, you had your other roommates - three amazing girls - as friends, and were actually pretty wrapped up in school and work, plus you figured Ten was keeping you in his thoughts, but was just busy. You tried not to let the ache of missing him affect you, because you knew your friendship would last, you knew it would be okay.

If anything positive came out of the moment, it was that the times you did manage to see him became all the more meaningful, though you’d never admit it. So while yes, Ten interrupting your studies was annoying, you were still excited to see him, that is - until he opened his mouth.

“What does that mean,” you huffed, “I don’t want pity!”

“I don’t mean anything by it, y/n, you know that,” ten turned around, his body facing the walkway that plenty of students and staff used while going to and from class, “I just mean I’m inviting you but I know you won’t go. I just don’t want you to feel left out.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, huffing his chest out in a sigh and looking away from you. He was uncomfortable for some reason, but you couldn’t pin point why, which worried you. You only found it hard to read him when he wanted to keep something from you. You let the two of you sit in silence for a beat while you stared at your books, debating what to say. Actually, it was Ten who broke the silence, looking back at you with a warmer glow.

“I’d love if you came, though.” You looked back up at him, and smiled slightly. You knew it somewhat bothered Ten that you didn’t come to his parties, though he barely mentions it. Besides the fact that you would rather be inside your room on a Friday night watching TV while high, than at a party in uncomfortable heels and sweaty palms, waiting for your ride home to be ready to go - you hated Ten’s frat. You hated his “brothers” who were pompous assholes, his shared bathroom that could never be fully clean, and most of all you hated that he lived right down the hall from your ex-situationship.

Haechan was what you might describe as immature. And mean. And arrogant. And sexist, and evil, and everythinghorriblewrappedupintooneandidyousaymeanjustacompletewasteofspac-

Long story short - you couldn’t stand him. You really don’t know what you were thinking, letting Ten pick your blind date. He swore he would pick only the best one (though later admitted Haechan was the only one that was available to go) so when Haechan picked you up - a man who you’d only met maybe once in passing - you were kind of confused. You’d heard a lot about Haechan. He was a manwhore first off - a big ass slut. And while you don’t believe a body count defines an individual - his reputation did. Your roommate, Karina, had one thing to say about the subject,

“Well, he’s a giver.” You trusted her, being that she had a first hand account. Karina said a lot, in fact, maybe even too much. She didn’t have to go into detail about the way it felt when it moved in you, but she didn’t really ask you if you wanted to know before revealing that information. Besides that, however, you heard that Haechan can flirt, but it’s borderline toxic. He’ll make you hear exactly what you want, just to get in your pants. You have to say, despite all the stories and tales you heard about him, you gave into it, many…many times. You gave in so much, in fact, that your dumbass brain even convinced you that the boy was charming enough for a crush. After 5 and a half months of being friends with benefits, you finally caved and admitted you liked Haechan - just in time for him to call the whole thing off.

You never really got closure, just a message left on read and a new public enemy. You found it hard to tell Ten, for obvious reasons. First off, the two got along fairly well being frat brothers and everything, and you didn’t want to ruin that for your best friend. Especially because if and when Ten found out, you knew he wouldn’t react well. He hated being wrong, so knowing that he set the two of you up and you didn’t end up together would really piss him off. If you could have avoided telling him, you would have; unfortunately he’s a nosy man, so he found out pretty quickly.

“What a jackass,” he rolled his eyes, “you should have never let me talk you into seeing him!” Ten had a brilliant mind - though you’d never tell him that - he had this interesting way of turning the blame around on everyone but himself, which was funny to see when it wasn’t actively happening to you.

“Do you want me to beat him up?” That made you laugh, knowing that while Ten was muscular from dancing, he could not fight to save a life, and the image of the two going at it really made your day.

“No, I don’t,” you finally managed to say, “just let it go, okay?” And so he did. You were thankful that was the only thing he had to say on the subject.

It was because of that doomed situationship, however, that visiting Ten’s frat became 100 times more uncomfortable for you, and you strived to avoid it. A part of you had an inkling that’s the reason Ten was cross with you, because you didn’t visit his home as much as he wished you did. Ten wishes you were a party girl, so you two could have fun together - he won’t ask you to put yourself in an uncomfortable situation, though, so he just briefly invites you before shrugging off your answer, which is always a soft ‘no’. It almost annoys you, knowing how predictable you’ve gotten. You’ve protected your peace so much to the point your best friend is tired of you, at least that’s what you’ve convinced yourself is the case.

The anxiety ate away at you, fear morphing into desperation as you clung to the idea that Ten and you could be what you once were - close. That if you put yourself in an even worse situation for him, he would enjoy your presence again.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” Ten, who was picking at a string in his top, snaps his head up in surprise, looking at you with wide eyes, “this Friday, right?”

Ten starts at you for a solid minute, his thoughts once again hidden behind a veil of doubt, clouded into the brown of his eyes. His forehead remained creased as he slowly nodded, mumbling a, “yeah, Friday.” And nothing else. You sighed, Friday it was.

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You were incredibly uncomfortable, to no one’s surprise. The most dressed up you agreed to get was a skirt and doc martens, and even that made you feel weird as you stood in the corner of this barely familiar house. The room was hot, and smelled like BO, which was to be expected with how many people were shoved into it, bodies pressed against each other as drinks were passed around and dropped, making the floor sticky in residue. It was hard to see, and even harder to hear, and you didn’t even know where Ten was. Thankfully for you, Karina and Giselle agreed to come with you, so you weren’t completely alone. They couldn’t stop your anger, though. Angry at Ten, for saying he wouldn’t leave you and then doing exactly that. Angry at Haechan, for making you uncomfortable the minute you entered with the way he stared you down from across the room, and angry at yourself for even agreeing to come to this stupid party when you’d rather be home. Your insecurities from earlier this week felt small, now, as you realize that friendship goes two ways - right now Ten was looking like a pretty shitty friend. You looked at the drink in your hand, a Coke. You refused to drink anything other than soda, and anything other than a can.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink, y/n?” Giselle practically screamed into your ear, which still sounded muffled. You just shook your head, tired of attempting conversation in this overstimulating environment. Just as you wanted to turn to your friends and insist on leaving, Karina sees someone she knows and tells you that she’ll be right back, disappearing into the crowd. Your anxiety immediately peaks, feeling anxious for your friend as she takes on the party alone. Your stress pushes you off your spot on the wall, quickly telling Giselle you’re going to the bathroom, and that you’ll be back soon. In retrospect it doesn’t make sense to leave your one friend in a foreign world while you’re feeling scared, but you must have been operating with half your brain because you didn’t question yourself one bit at the time.

You pushed your way through the masted clump of bodies that occupied the room, finally breaking somewhat free on the stairs and running towards the only bathroom you knew of, next to Tens room. Of course, that wasn’t free, so you decided to go to the only place you knew would be empty right now.

Growing up, you always loved Ten’s room. At his parents house - the one you grew up going to - his room was warm. You spent more time there, laying on his bed listening to music and watching scary movies, than you did your own room. His mom didn’t care that his best friend was a girl, your mom very much cared that yours was a boy, so his house was always a regular hangout spot. You missed that room so much, craved it even. His room at the frat was much colder, much more boy-ish. Maybe it was because he didn’t have his mom to pick up his messes here, you figure. If there was one thing that still transferred from that room to this though, it was the boy.

You were surprised when you slammed open the door in desperation for some quiet, only to find the occupant of said room to be laying on his bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling in silence. Ten, of course, snapped his head to the sound of his door opening - his eyes softening from their harsh gaze when seeing you standing in the frame, the light from the hallway illuminating your outline. With a sigh, he plopped his head back to its original position, waiting for you to come in and close the door.

You did just that, sliding yourself into the spot beside him on the bed, and staring up at the same ceiling his eyes stayed glued to. You laid in silence for a solid 3 minutes, before you decided to ask something that was heavy on your mind.

“What’s going on with you?” The question lingered, and you didn’t push Ten to answer. It seemed he was collecting his thoughts, because after a while he hummed like he found the answer. You knew you were right, and he knew there was no point denying - there was something going on. You had given him a long time to tell you, but now it was time to intervene, as his best friend.

“Y/n, can I ask you something,” he started after another beat, “and you can’t get upset.” That caused you to raise your eyebrows, your stomach dropping an inch. Whatever he had to say, you wouldn’t like it.

If it was something worth getting mad at, you would. However, for the sake of knowledge, you just let a silent and soft “sure” out, and let him fill the void. He didn’t question your answer, presumably too caught up in his own thoughts to care.

“Did you really like Haechan?” The question left you not mad, but confused. Why was he bringing this up? You paused in contemplation, and wondered if you really did. At the end of the day Haechan as an ass, but he was also funny. He always made you comfortable, and always took care of you. He was pretty, too, which helped soften the blow. All in all, you did like Haechan. Maybe not as much as you think, but you did like him.

“Yeah, I did. Why?” And why would you be mad? So many questions, so little time to answer - not when Ten was moving closer to you, and his body heat was radiating into your personal space. You turned your head to face him, only to see him already looking at you. You could tell with one look he wasn’t drunk, usually his drunk face was much more relaxed. This version of Ten wasn’t one you saw very often - anxious. “Ten, what’s going on-“

Before you could finish your sentence, Ten pushed himself forward using his other hand, and smashed his lips into yours. It wasn’t too rough, but it wasn’t soft. He was messy, but he didn’t force his way in, just hovered over you as he silently handed the reins on the situation to you. You were paused in shock. Your best friend of almost 10 years is kissing you, do you hate it, do you like it? It’s gross, but not in a bad way, it was so hard to pinpoint your feelings. You knew you couldn’t leave it like this - you had to know how this felt. So, you kissed back. The two of you laid there, making out, and you quickly decided you loved it. Your head pulsated as Ten’s iron tight grip on your waste began to travel, moving up and down your body. You pushed your lips deeper into his, pushing him back onto the pillows in the process, with you laying over him. Time seemed to slow down for the both of you, as he gripped onto your ass. You were so indulged in the moment - in Ten - you didn’t even notice the door opening.

“Well well well, what do we have here?”Haechan had been watching you all night.

Ten noticed.

He had noticed before the party even started, back when Haechan cornered him in the kitchen with a Red Bull in one hand and a nervous smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I wanted to tell you,” Haechan had said, scratching the back of his neck. “About Y/N. I… I want to try something real with her. I figured I should ask you first.” Ten had blinked, stunned into silence. It was a good kind of stunned. Or at least, that’s what he tried to convince himself. But even then, the sickness had started to churn at the bottom of his stomach. He can’t say he was surprised. Even before Haechan had confessed, Ten began noticing the way Haechan seemed…fixated on you. When he first set the two of you up, he honestly didn’t believe anything would come from it; imagine his surprise when you revealed the nature of your relationship with his frat brother. Even when you confessed that the two of you ended things - Ten knew better. He felt like something was there he couldn’t quite see - a movement in the corner of his eye, or a briefly familiar face in a crowd. He watched the way Haechan acted when you were brought up in conversations - a perk of his shoulders as his eyes hold curiosity and longing. As the weeks progressed, Ten couldn’t shake the feeling that he was running out of time with you - Haechan walking up to him tonight only solidified that fear.

“You’re asking for permission?” he had muttered, swallowing a bitter laugh

“Yeah out of respect, man. I know she’s important to you.” Ten had nodded—slowly, tightly—and given the kind of permission that felt like biting down on glass.

“Sure,” he’d said, “Go for it.” But he didn’t mean it. Not even a little bit.

Now here you were, standing beside him in his bed, your lips still tingling from where they’d met his, your eyes wide and glassy in the dark. You stared at Ten like he was a stranger. But to him? You’d never looked more familiar. Like a memory he had been too afraid to touch.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered, “Except I’ve been thinking about it for days. Weeks.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Not when the room felt like it was closing in on you with the weight of a thousand unsaid things.

Haechan’s eyes darted between the two of you, unreadable.

“I was looking for you,” he said, eyes locking onto yours. “Karina said you came upstairs.”

Silence suffocates the air as you find the right answer - nothing seemed good enough.

“Were you?” you finally asked, softly.

He took another step forward. “Yeah. I was.”

Then his gaze shifted—briefly—to Ten. It held.

“I thought I could handle this,” Haechan admitted, voice low. “I told myself I was cool with it. That you two were just friends, and that I didn’t care.”

“But you do,” Ten murmured.

“Yeah,” Haechan said. “I do.”

The next few moments felt like a slow-motion car crash. No one moved. No one blinked.

And then Haechan took another step forward—toward you this time, not Ten. His eyes softened the second they met yours.

“I’ve been an idiot,” he said, voice cracking slightly. “I hurt you. I thought I was protecting myself, but all I did was ruin the best thing I never deserved to have.”

You felt your throat tighten.

“And then I heard you were coming tonight. And Ten told me to go for it, and I thought I would just talk to you, tell you how I felt…”

He looked between the two of you, “But now I see I’m not the only one.”

Ten didn’t deny it.

Instead, he stepped closer to you too. You were caught between them now, your back almost pressed to the dresser, your chest rising and falling with every breath. “Why are you both telling me this now?” you whispered. “Why wait until it’s too late?”

“Because it took seeing you here—seeing you want to leave, seeing you unhappy—to realize I never want you to feel that way again,” Ten said.

Haechan nodded. “And because losing you tonight would’ve been worse than any awkward truth.” Ten reached for your hand. Haechan mirrored him, his fingers brushing against your other. You looked down—your hands in both of theirs—like some fragile center of gravity they couldn’t help but orbit.

“We’re both idiots,” Ten said softly, “But we both mean it.”

“You don’t have to choose right now,” Haechan added. “But just… let us show you what it could feel like. To be wanted. Completely.” You weren’t supposed to be the center of this. Not like this. Not between them. The room is thick with tension—low music thumping from the speakers in the next room, the glow of amber light from the hallway dancing over their faces. Haechan leans away from you slightly, waiting for your permission to let this happen, watching you like he’s trying to memorize the exact shape of your breath. Ten stays sitting next to your standing figure on the bed, letting go of your hand, staying close but not quite touching. His fingers twitch like he wants to reach for you again but isn’t sure if that would be pushing it. The two let the unsaid proposition hang in the air, and you take the moment to let yourself breathe - something you’ve been neglecting to do in the charged air that electrified your heart. Would you do this? There’s no going back after this, you realize. Everything is going to change -or has it already? Do you welcome the change, too? You stand in complete silence, debating back and forth in your head, until Haechan finally becomes restless.

“You’ve been quiet,” He says, his voice is low—gravelly, teasing, just shy of a command. “I don’t think I like it.”

You shoot him a look, half-nervous and half-daring. “Not everything’s about you, Haechan.”

He smirks, using the hand he still has tightly gripped around yours, to pull you towards him, you body crashing into his chest, “But you are.”

Ten clears his throat. “Don’t pressure her.”

“I’m not,” Haechan says, eyes still locked on yours. “She knows what she wants. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

Your stomach flips at the name, your pulse skimming faster beneath your skin. Ten’s hand finds yours gently, grounding you, and you look down at the contrast—his touch soft, reverent. “We don’t have to rush anything,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your skin. “I just want you to feel safe. Wanted.”

You do feel wanted. That’s the problem.

Haechan keeps you in front of him then, crowding into your space, hands resting on your lower back. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispers into your ear, voice suddenly quiet—earnest in a way that surprises you. “But if you let me in, I’ll ruin you. Nicely.”

Your heart is hammering now, throat dry. Between the way Tens looks up at you like you’re fragile glass, and the way Haechan looks at you like he wants to set you on fire—you’re split down the middle. However, before you can think about it your hand moves on instinct—curling into Haechan’s shirt, dragging him even closer if it’s possible. “Then ruin me.”

You feel the shift instantly—his mouth pressing to your neck, warmth flooding your skin. Ten watches, eyes dark but still gentle, and he leans in, bringing your hand to hover in front of his mouth, brushing his lips across your skin, a soft sigh escaping him. He lets Haechan take the lead, his own hand tracing the line of your spine, delicate.

It’s overwhelming in the best way—two kinds of love crashing into you. One sharp, the other soft. You let yourself fall deeper and deeper into the feeling of their touch burning your skin. It’s Haechan’s voice in your ear, his grip tight and protective, his words promising more than you can handle but exactly what you crave, that send you over the edge; And that’s how you know—when it comes to the chaos of need and the calm of desire…You’ll always choose the fire. You nod your head, a silent consent that both boys pick up on. From then on, you can feel the thick air shift. Haechan smirks, as Ten lets go of your hand and walks around your bodies - closing the door and locking it while simultaneously shrouding the room in darkness.

Haechan and Ten - who had moved around your bodies once more and now stood behind you - moved their eyes to lock onto you with an intensity that made your heart race. You could feel the electricity in the room, the unspoken battle for your attention playing out in their heated glances. Haechan - with his dark, piercing eyes - was the first to make his move. He wrapped you in his arms, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "You know what I want, don't you?" he murmured, his hand reaching out to trace the line of your jaw. His touch was firm, possessive, and you couldn't help but lean into it. "I want to taste every inch of you, to hear you scream my name as I take you like the whore you are."

Ten, noticing the effect Haechan was having on you, stepped forward as well. Secretly, he knew he was at a disadvantage. Haechan had slept with you many times before - the thought causing Ten’s eye to twitch. He knew he needed to stay back and study, he wanted to be perfect for you. His voice was softer, more gentle, but no less intense. "But what if you want something different?" he asked, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. "What if you want to take your time, to explore every sensation, every touch?"

You looked from one to the other, your breath hitching as you felt the pull of their opposing desires. Haechan’s dominance was intoxicating, his rough edges promising a wild, passionate encounter. Ten’s softness, however, was equally alluring, his gentleness promising a slower, more intimate connection. You debated the two of them once more in your head, not fully letting yourself succumb to desire. Haechan leaned in, finally distracting you as his lips brushed against yours in a rough, demanding kiss that had you leaning into him. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless. You could feel Ten’s gaze on you, but it was Haechan’s touch that set your body on fire. He broke the kiss, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke. "You feel that, don't you?" he growled. "The way your body responds to me. You want this, want me to take you, to make you mine."

You barely managed to turn your head to look at Ten, his eyes filled with a soft, gentle desire. Haechan, ever the jealous man, slid his hand up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair; the movement forcing you to turn back to him. His touch was possessive, dominating, and it sent a wave of heat through your body. "I want you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. And as Haechan’s lips crashed down on yours once more, you knew that, for now, it was his dominance that you craved.

Haechan’s grip tightened in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck. He trailed hot, demanding kisses down your throat, his other hand roaming over your body, claiming every curve. You could feel Ten’s touch and presence, his soft touches contrasting with Haechan’s rough dominance, but it was Chan's intensity that had you wrapped around his finger.

"I want to hear you scream," Haechan murmured against your skin, his teeth nipping at your collarbone. "I want to feel you fall apart under me."

Ten’s hand slid up your arm, his touch light and soothing. You moaned, the dual sensations of their touches driving you wild. Haechan spun you around, his hands on your hips as he pressed you against the wall. His body pinned you, his hardness grinding against you as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Ten stepped closer, his hands joining Haechan’s on your hips. Instead of competing, he seemed to be supporting Haechan, his touch light and gentle, contrasting with Haechan’s rough grip. You could feel the battle for your attention raging between them, but it only served to heighten your arousal.

Haechan’s hands roamed over your body, his touch possessive and demanding, his lips crashing down on yours as he hiked up your skirt, his fingers hooking into your underwear. With a rough tug, he ripped them off, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room. Ten’s hands slid up your thighs, his touch soft and soothing. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let him take you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Let him give you what you need. But remember, I'm here. I'll always be here, ready to give you what he can't."

Haechan’s fingers found your center, his touch rough and demanding. He growled against your lips, "So wet," he murmured. "You love this, don't you? You love being taken, being claimed." You moaned, your body arching into his touch. Haechan’s fingers worked you expertly, his thumb circling your clit as his fingers plunged in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building, the tension and edge between the three of you helping you along as your body tensed while Haechan’s touch relentlessly brought you closer and closer to the edge.

Ten’s hands joined Haechan’s, his touch soft and gentle as he helped Haechan bring you to the brink by sliding his palms under your shirt, rubbing your stomach and squeezing in all the right places. "Let go," Ten whispered, his voice a soft melody against Haechan’s rough growls, “show Haechan how good you can be for him." And with a final push of his fingers plunging into you, Haechan sent you crashing over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Haechan’s lips captured any sounds that escaped you briefly before breaking apart from you to watch your face try and relax again. As you came down from your orgasm, you found yourself being moved and sandwiched between the two men, their bodies pressed against yours. Haechan’s dominance had won out, his rough, demanding touch claiming you in a way that Ten couldn't. But as Ten’s soft, gentle touch contrasted with Haechan’s roughness, you knew that this was far from over.

Haechan, his breath ragged, pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes wild with desire. "Fuck, you're incredible," he growled, his hands still gripping your hips tightly. Ten, standing behind you, pressed his body against yours, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to Haechan's roughness, but it sent shivers down your spine nonetheless.

“You okay?" Ten murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. You nodded, your body still trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm.

Haechan, noticing the exchange, smirked, his hands moving to unbutton your shirt. "Let's see what we have here," he said, his voice a low purr. He pushed your shirt up, his eyes feasting on your exposed skin. Ten's hands joined Haechan's, his fingers tracing the lace of your bra before deftly unhooking it. Haechan's hands moved fast and quickly replaced Ten's, cupping your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples. You gasped, your body arching into his touch. Behind you, Ten's hands slid down to your skirt, pushing it up around your waist. His fingers found your ass, squeezing gently before sliding down to your thighs. He pushed your legs apart, his body pressing against yours as he ground his erection into your ass.

Haechan couldn’t let his eyes leave yours, your intoxicating glow leaving the man lightheaded as he dropped to his knees. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing them wider apart. He leaned in, his breath hot on your skin as he trailed kisses up your inner thigh. You could feel Ten's gaze on the sight, his breath hitching softy in your ear as Haechan's tongue found your center, the startling act forcing a moan past your lips as you dropped your head to lay across Tens shoulder. Haechan's touch was rough, demanding, his tongue licking and sucking at your clit as his fingers plunged in and out of you. Your hand immediately found solace in Haechan’s hair, gripping it curtly without concern for the boys scalp. He moaned loudly at the feeling of your nails digging into his head, the vibrations forcing your eyes closed and another moan to escape past your lips.

Ten, feeling neglected, let his hands gripped your hips, his body pressing against yours as he ground his erection into your ass. His breath was hot on your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispered, "Let him take you. Let him give you what you need." His words sent shivers down your spine, your body arching into Haechan's touch as your orgasm built once more.

Haechan's fingers worked you expertly, his thumb circling your clit as his tongue plunged in and out of you. You could feel him pick up the pace, wanting you to finish faster for him - most likely in greed so he could start to work on pleasuring himself.

With a final, rough stroke of his tongue. Haechan sent you crashing over the edge once more. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Ten quickly turned your head around as best he could, moving you so his lips could capture your seductive scream; his kiss swallowing your moans as he brought you down from your high.

As you came down from your second orgasm, you found yourself being moved onto the bed. You didn’t question anything, your mind turned to mush from the stimulation. Ten, standing beside the bed, watched as Haechan pressed his body over yours and let his hands roam over your body, his touch possessive and demanding. Haechan broke the kiss he had initiated with you: his eyes locking onto yours as he spoke. "I want to feel you come undone around me," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "I want to feel you squeeze me tight as I take you."

Ten's hands joined Haechan's, his touch soft and gentle as he helped Haechan position you on the bed. Haechan's body covered yours, his hardness pressing against your entrance. He looked into your eyes, his voice a low whisper. "Tell me you want this," he demanded. "Tell me you want me to take you."

You looked up at him, your body aching with need as you barely managed to sit up slightly and gaze into his eyes. "I want this," you whispered. "I want you to take me." To emphasize your point, you moved your hands to unbuckle Haechan’s pants, pushing them as well as his boxers as far down as your weak, lack of strength body could let you.

Haechan's lips crashed down on yours as he made quick work of finishing the job for you, shimmering the pants down to his ankles and leaning back down against you. He got himself lined up with your entrance, looking into your eyes once more for confirmation that you wanted this. You took in the scene around you for a moment, your heart feeling full as you smiled in excitement and opened your legs up more for Haechan to slot himself against you. He looked down, finally sliding his member into you just barely - letting you have a moment to adjust to the size you hadn’t felt in weeks. You moaned, feeling your cunt swallow him as Haechan finally lost patience and

thrust into you fully, his body filling yours completely. You gasped, your body arching into his as he began to move. Ten's hands slid up your sides, his touch gentle as he cupped your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples. His body pressed against yours, his erection grinding against the back of your shoulder as he moved his knees under your upper body, supporting you so you could watch Haechan lose himself inside you.

Haechan's thrusts were quick and relentless, his body taking yours with what felt like a primal need. Ten's touch, however, was soft and gentle, his hands and lips exploring your body as he watched in helplessness and jealously while Haechan brought you to the brink for the third time now.

Haechan used one hand to hold your waist tightly - surely leaving a bruise for tomorrow - and another to hold your hand tightly, the both of you staring into each others eyes intimately as you watched his mouth move in a low tone. “Cmon y/n,” he strained, “fuck I know this feels good, huh?” You couldn’t answer, which you knew Haechan wouldn’t like. He ripped his hand away from yours and slapped a harsh blow against your left tit, the pain causing you to let a choked cry escape. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, and you saw your vision starting to go in and out as Haechan continued to abuse your hole and breasts. “I asked you a fucking question, princess!”

You knew it would only get worse if you refused to answer, so you managed a hoarse and broken, “yes, god,” you eyes kept rolling to the back of your head as Haechan’s pounding refused to relent, “it feels so fucking good! Keep going Haechan, p-please,” you moaned. At your begging, Haechan couldn’t hold back anymore, his body shuddering as he came undone inside you. The feeling of him filling you raw, refusing to relent as he held you closer, was the final push you needed to bring you over the edge for the third time that night.

As you both came down from your highs, Ten's hands slid up your sides, his touch gentle as he pulled you into his arms. Haechan, his body still pressed against yours, looked up at Ten, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your turn," he said, his voice a low purr. Ten's eyes darkened, his body pressing against yours as he leaned in to kiss you deeply. The two helped you to turn around and lay you across Ten’s body, the ladder laying you both down. Ten's let your body cover his, letting you catch your breath and adjust to your surroundings again. He rocked the two of you slowly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while Haechan grabbed a towel off the floor and helped clean you. Finally, after about 5 minutes, Ten whispered, “think you can help me feel good, angel?” into your ear. You laid your head against his chest, hearing his erratic heart beat and briefly acknowledging that this was your best friend that currently had you wrapped in his arms. Your checks grew red, and you nodded your head, pushing to release yourself from his hold. You scooted down his body, stopping at his pants zipper and undoing them to help him get them off his legs. After successfully getting them down his legs, you couldn’t stop your staring as you took in your best friends size. You sighed, silently intimidated but too much in the moment to dwell on your nervousness.

"I want to feel your mouth on me," Ten murmured as he propped himself up to watch you, his body trembling with anticipation. "I want to feel you take me deep, to feel your lips and tongue work their magic."

Haechan, lying beside you, smirked, his hand sliding down to grip your ass possessively. "Do it," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Take him in your mouth. Make him feel as good as he makes you feel."

You looked up at Ten, his eyes dark with desire, his body trembling with need. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his desire to be gentle and his primal need to take what he wanted. You reached up, your hand wrapping around his length, your thumb circling the sensitive tip. Ten moaned, his body shuddering at your touch.

"You like that?" you whispered, your voice a soft purr. Ten nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as you leaned in, your tongue darting out to taste him. He groaned, his body tensing as you took him into your mouth, your lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild. Haechan's hand slid up your back, his touch possessive and demanding as he helped you position yourself between Ten's legs. You took him deeper, your mouth and throat working in harmony to take him as deep as you could. Ten's hands fisted in your hair, his body trembling as he fought the urge to thrust into your mouth.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "Your mouth feels so good. So fucking good." You hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers down Ten's spine. He moaned, his body tensing as he fought to maintain control. But it was a losing battle. His hips began to move, his body thrusting into your mouth as he chased his release.

Haechan's hand slid down to grip your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh as he watched you take Ten deeper and deeper. "That's it," he growled, his voice a low purr. "Take him deep. Make him come undone."

Ten's moans filled the room, his body trembling as he fought to maintain control. But it was no use. With a final, deep thrust, he came undone, his release spilling into your mouth as he groaned your name. You swallowed, your mouth and throat working to take every last drop.

As Ten came down from his high, he pulled you up to lay next to him, his lips crashing down on yours as he kissed you deeply. As the intensity of the moment began to fade, the three of you found yourselves lying entwined on the bed, the room filled with a comfortable silence. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the lingering tension of what had just transpired. Ten's arm was draped over your waist, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. Haechan lay on your other side, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath slow and steady.

No one spoke. The words seemed to catch in your throats, a mix of excitement, nerves, and a shared understanding that this was a moment to savor without the need for explanation. Tomorrow would bring conversations and decisions, but for now, you all just wanted to be in this moment, to feel the warmth of each other's bodies and the comfort of shared intimacy. Ten's lips brushed against your neck, a soft, tender kiss that sent shivers down your spine. Haechan's hand slid up to rest on your chest, his thumb gently circling your waist. You could feel the rhythm of their hearts, steady and reassuring, syncing with your own.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the moon that peaked through the blinds casting long shadows across the walls. The faint sound of the party downstairs seemed distant, as if it belonged to another world. Here, in this quiet sanctuary, it was just the three of you, wrapped in a cocoon of shared secrets and unspoken promises. You turned your head to look at Ten, his eyes soft and reflective. He smiled gently, his fingers continuing their delicate dance on your skin. You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek, feeling the smooth unevenness against your palm. He leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. Haechan stirred, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer. His breath was warm on your skin, his body fitting perfectly against yours. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the steady beat of his heart, and it brought a sense of peace that you hadn't expected.

The silence was comforting, a respite from the whirlwind of emotions that had swept through you all night. For now, you were content to just be; to feel the warmth of their bodies, to listen to the soft sounds of their breathing, and to let the reality of what had happened sink in. Slowly, the tension in your muscles began to ease, the adrenaline of the night giving way to a deep sense of relaxation. Ten's eyes fluttered closed, his breathing growing deeper and more even. Haechan's grip on you tightened slightly, his body relaxing as he drifted off to sleep.

You felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth as you looked at the two of them, their faces peaceful in the soft light. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of them, and let your own eyes close. The room was quiet, the only sounds the soft hum of the night and the gentle rhythm of their breaths.

As sleep claimed you, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. Whatever tomorrow brought, whatever decisions needed to be made, you knew that for now, you were exactly where you were meant to be. Cuddled between Ten and Haechan, surrounded by their warmth and the promise of what could be. And with that thought, you drifted off to sleep, your heart full and your mind at peace, ready to face whatever the morning might bring.

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