#like yes i fucking know the point is that the innies are just as much people with a right to follow their desires

[consultingfujoshi]

helly getting to be selfish and make a decision for herself instead of killing herself for a woman she doesn't know :') lovely, the argument against this is just agreeing with lumon that innies aren't people and deserve to die

helly r has always been someone motivated not by what she personally wants for herself but by how most effectively she can give her outie and by extension lumon the middle finger. hanging herself in the elevator, threatening to cut off her fingers. she has never once had any regard for herself. only how she can stick it to the people who put her here. "I'm gonna kill your company". that's what she vowed. and helly r would recognise that allowing mark to leave with gemma and revealing to the world what they did to her would be the end of all of this. she'd finally get her revenge. helly r is someone who would recognise that as a worthy sacrifice. and she tells mark this herself. that it's worth it for what it'll do to lumon. and a version of helly r that cares more about running down a hallway that will eventually lead them into a dead end whilst the woman they just risked everything to save, a woman who's just been held hostage for two years by the company helly hates so deeply, screams and begs for her husband to come with her, not even checking to see if she gets out safely, not even giving her a second glance, is not the helly r that we have come to know. she is not empowered, she is not a revolutionary. she's just another female character whose defining fire was extinguished the second the writers decided to make her a love interest to the male protagonist. I truly don't know where you guys get the idea that markhelly is somehow sticking it to the man by prioritising each other over literally everything else, but from where I'm standing it's just another case of the writers of a tv show forgetting the basic fucking characterisation of their main female character in order to centre her arc around a man. I APPRECIATE the sentiment that mark and helly have a right to, and maybe its even more thematically impactful to, choose each other with reckless abandon, I SEE the point they're trying to make, but it has come at the cost of helly's characterisation literally all season and the bottom line is that it's really fucking disappointing to see yet another female character who was the strongest personality in the cast at one point go through this kind of degeneration of drive and motivation because of her feelings for a man. its fucking boring and overdone and i miss season 1 helly so bad it hurts

[mountquokka]

Hii!! Can u please write a jisung smut where while u both are doing it the members walk in the dorm and u both are trying to be quiet but jisungs making it hard and when u both leave the room skz tease u<33 I love ur writing♥️💝💗

We gotta stay Quiet

Han Jisung X fem!reader

Word count: 873

Warnings: jumps right into smut, dom Jisung, sub reader, no protection (no), teasing from other members, nicknames (mamas, baby), poor innie gets traumatized for a moment, let me know if I missed any

Taglist <3: @hongjoongtime117 @lee-sang1625 @wontini

Thank you so much for the request🥹 I really appreciate it 🫶🏽

“Fuck Ji~ that feels so good.”

The sound of the headboard banging against the wall echoes throughout the empty dorms. “Yeah? It feels good when I pound into you like this?” You moan his name as he continues to thrust into you. “Yes! Yes it feels so good~” Jisung sneaks his hand down and rubs your clit and you nearly scream. “Are you getting close mamas? You’re clenching me so tight” You whimper and nod.

Before Jisung gets a chance to let you cum, you hear the front door. You both pause for a second before Jisung starts to slowly start thrusting into you. Your eyes widen and you try and stop his hips. He grabs your wrist and holds it above your head. “Ji, we aren’t alone anymore. They’ll catch us” “Not if we stay quiet.” He smirks and starts his thrusts up again.

You slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Jisung brings his mouth down to your breast to muffle his own groans. “Your clenching me even tighter than before baby. Do you like the idea of the guys catching us?” You moan a little too loud, hoping they didn’t hear you from the other side of the door. 

“Did you guys hear that?” Jeongin says to the others. “What did you hear Innie?” Seungmin asks as Jeongin follows where he thinks he heard the sound and stops in front of Jisung’s door. Once he gets there he hears that same sound again but a little louder. His eyes widen when he realizes what’s happening. He slowly walks back over like he’d seen a ghost and sits on the couch. “Are you ok? What did you hear?” Chan asked slightly worried. He points the guys over to the Jisung’s door. “H-Han-Hannie. He- He… Oh my god” They all go over to the door and press their ears to it wait for what ever Jeongin heard.

“JI! FUCK~!”

“You gotta be quiet mamas, we don’t need them to hear us”

“I’m sorry, it just feels so good”

“Yeah you like that baby? I can tell you’re close. Cum for me baby”

All the guys look at each other in shock. Hyunjin and Changbin start snickering to each other as they head back to the living room area. “There’s no way that just happened” “Right you would think they would’ve stopped when we came in. Poor Innie is scarred now.” Changbin and Hyunjin continue to laugh. “Alright guys cut it out” Chan face palms.

After you and Jisung released, you cleaned up and cuddled for a while. When you both decided to get something to snack on, you both get up and head to the kitchen. Some of the guys were sitting in the living room, some also in the kitchen. “Hey guys what’s up?” Jisung asked acting completely normal. “Nothing much just chilling. What were you guys up to?” Felix says trying to hide a smirk. You and Jisung look at each other and simultaneously say “nothing” Hyunjin bursted into laughter from the kitchen “that didn’t sound like nothing to me” “Ji Fuck!” Changbin continues from the living room. You feel your cheeks heat up; so they were able to hear us. “We were just playing a game and I was beating her” More laughter. This time Lee know and Seungmin joining in. “Oh I bet you were beating her REAL good” Lee know chuckles. “What was the game? Who can leave more hickeys on the other?”  Seungmin said smugly. Even more laugher. Jeongin join in this time. Chan trying his hardest not to laugh.

You hide your face in the side of Jisung. “Ok guys, you can stop now. You’re embarrassing her” Felix comes over to the two of you and gives you a side hug “You know we're just messing around. It's all out of love, isn’t that right mamas” The guys start laughing again, even harder this time. You smack Felix’s chest as he makes his way back to the kitchen. “Are you all done yet?” The laughter dies down a little before someone snickers and they start laughing all over again.

“Ok ok that’s enough. Isn’t it obvious we’re not making them feel good?” Chan says before he bursts into laughter and the others join in again. “Ji make them stop, I can’t take anymore teasing.” He couldn’t either, he pulls you back into his room all the laughter fading in the background.

“Are you ok baby?” You nod your head “ Yeah I’m ok, I just couldn’t handle all the teasing.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry Y/N. I should’ve just stopped when the door opened. Stupid horny brain” “Hey it’s ok, I’m glad you didn’t stop. I think that was the hardest I came in a while.” Jisung smirks “Oh really? Should we do it again? Maybe I can get you to squirt this time.” You smack Jisung’s chest “I already can’t handle the teasing right now and you’ll make it even worse you pabo” “ok ok, but you are ok right?” You pull his face towards yours and peck his lips “Yes I’m ok, just tell Felix to never call me mamas ever again” Jisung chuckles and nods “Ok I’ll tell him.”

[minhosimthings]

Heaven

Symphony Smut Series Day 7: Julia Michaels' Heaven

Lyric: They say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you

Pairings: Badboy!Jeongin × goodgirl!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, loss of virginity, virgin!reader, sub!reader, dom!Jeongin, p in v sex, degradation, praise, hair pulling, overstimulation, corruption kink, Jeongin calls reader 'darling' and good girl, reader wears skirt, mentions of masturbation, implied abused reader, fluffy at the end, sorta enemies to lovers, college au

A/N: I mean I couldn't not include this iconic song in this series so did it for day 7 with our Innie because I don't know corruption kink just hits different with him.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

People pleasing. Wasn't it so fun? To have a person complement you for something that you was poison to yourself.

But people pleasing always got out of hand one way or the other and now, here you were, crying to your worst enemy about how much you felt like not existing anymore.

Jeongin was completely antagonistic to you. It was much like the bad boy, good nerd trope, except this time, you liked the bad boy first and he basically hated you. Romantic right?

"So wait, what you're telling me is you willingly let yourself be used by other people and you get nothing out of it?" Jeongin questioned, looking you up and down, his eyes filled with what seemed to be pity. It was as if you were a wounded dog, who still trusted so foolishly.

"I know." You tried to fight back. Having him as a chemistry partner suddenly seemed okay. Now, his aura was one of comfort as he ran a hand down your back in circles, comforting you as the tears you've held onto for so long started falling down.

"Hey hey hey." Jeongin panicked, seeing you cry. It had been the first time he'd seen you do that. In everyone's eyes you were little Miss Perfect, unbreakable and able to endure a lot of pressure. But diamonds crack someday don't they? And when they are subjected to enough heat, or in your case, enough comfort, they crack with a lot of force.

"I'm here, I'm here don't worry." Jeongin pressed you to his chest, engulfing you in warmth. The hug felt genuine, something you hadn't known for a long time.

"I-Just can't Jeongin, I just don't want to do it anymore." You gasped, tired from all the crying.

"Calm down darling, we still got all these dumb carbon atoms to balance!" Jeongin tries to cheer you up, successfully earning a giggle from you.

"There we go." Jeongin pulled you back to wipe your tears, "Now shall we work on this project, or should we work on how to set your boundaries?"

"But how do I do that?" You asked, listening intently to him, "How the fuck do I give up this stupid habit of mine which people have been praising me for so long?"

"Let's practice then!" Jeongin said in a cherry voice, immediately shutting his book close, "Let's say.... I'm someone who wants you to help me out with my homework, but in reality, you're gonna do all my homework. What do you say?"

"Yes..?" "No Y/N." Jeongin sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead, "You say no, cause you're not gonna help some dickhead complete his work when he's the one who needs to do it."

"Alright another scenario, what if... Your best friend wants you to come to a party with her just so you can play her wing woman, what do you say?"

"No, cause she needs to get her pussy inside some dick?" Your uncertain answer made Jeongin's face light up.

"Yeah good job! You're getting the point!"

After some more scenarios, in which much laughter was involved and your chemistry book lay depressed by the side, you got to know a lot more about Jeongin. Beneath all that dark leather jacket aesthetic, he really was an adorable little fox who apparently really liked fashion.

"Alright alright last scenario." Jeongin laughed after you told him the story of your childhood cat, Potato, "And this is important for you, as a woman."

"As a woman? Alright then." You said, still laughing.

"If a man ever asked to fuck you for his own pleasure, would you let him?"

"I mean unless it's you, no."

The silence that filled the room was unnerving, deadly almost. Jeongin stared at you, and you stared back.

"You want to do what to me now?" Jeongin smirked, adjusting his posture, which made him look slightly bigger.

"I-I didn't mean-"

"What didn't you mean, darling?"

His voice never failed to make you wet. And yet you didn't have your vibrator with you right now.

"I mean it's not like I want to fuck you, I mean I do! But I-"

"You're so adorable." Jeongin chuckled, leaning back against the bedframe, spreading his legs a bit further. You could clearly see his erection pulsing through the fabric of his pants, "Does my good girl need dick in her pants?"

Good girl.

One simple nickname and you wanted to be devoured by him, carnally, brutally as he could.

"Fuck me then." You stated, not breaking eye contact with his beautiful eyes, "Fuck me and show me how it feels to break the rules for one time."

"If you say so." Jeongin chuckled, placing his hands on your hips and leaning in close. Your noses almost touched and you could feel his fingers tightening around the fabric of your skirt.

He stared at you hungrily and took in your figure which was clothed in a normal shirt and your skirt, his eyes flicked down to your chest.

Jeongin passionately pulled you in for an open-mouthed kiss, you were taken by surprise and put your hands against his chest, to pull back slightly, but Jeongin held you possessively and deepened the kiss to taste your tongue with his tongue.

He broke the kiss with a chuckle and playfully pushed you back onto your pillow, he peppered your neck with kisses and warm sucks.

"Ah fuck Jeongin." You whimpered, feeling his bulge press against your pussy. He hadn't even done anything and yet the simple gestures turned you on like a sinner in church.

"Already darling?" Jeongin chuckles again, feeling positively elated at how innocent you were, "It's alright we'll take it slow."

Jeongin rests his hands on your hips more tighter and lays you on the bed, taking in your sweet perfume. "Your roomate isn't home is she?" Jeongin asked, wigh uncertainty, his fingers toying with the waistband of your skirt. You simply nodded no, too distracted by the impact his fingers had on your waist.

"Good." Jeongin ripped off your skirt with one tug of his skirt, making you gasp loudly, "Then this'll be easier."

He cups your tits and let’s out a deep groan. You move to grab at his shirt and pause, nodding a question at him. He nods back at you and his godly chest is revealed. You then move to grab at his belt buckle and after that your clothes get removed pretty quickly.

He leaned down, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts. His teeth nipped at your skin, biting down hard enough to leave hickeys behind.

Jeongin chuckled at your reaction. He lightly rolled your nipple in between his metal thumb and index finger. You gasped loudly when his fingers pinched your nipple, sending a new sensation through your body. Both of his hands went down to your sleep shorts and pulled them down your legs, exposing your wet lacy panties to him. His fingers on his right hand rubbed your clit through your panties causing you to buck your hips against his hand, only for you to receive a smack on your inner thigh.

You squealed in surprise when he pinned you to the bed. He spread your legs, getting in between them. He rubbed his cock through your wetness before lining his tip up with your entrance. His tip alone stretched your pussy. He sinks his cock inside of you inch by inch. Your jaw dropped.

"Ah-ah big." You moaned, feeling him sink into you. You had never felt pleasure like this before. And you sure as hell loved it.

"Is that okay, darling?" Jeongin asked, raising a brow at you. He didn't want to hurt you or do anything that was out of his boundaries. But oh, did he love this.

“So fucking tight.” Jeongin groans, tilting his head back. Fuck, if only he had had this pussy before.

He whines and buries his head in your neck, alternating motions on your very stimulated clit, acting like he’s the one about to completely fall apart.

Once he was deep inside of you, he gave you a moment to adjust. You nodded your head, giving him permission to start thrusting. He starts thrusting pretty slowly, probably wanting to make sure you’re getting used to it, but his hand in your hair shows you that things aren’t going to be so tame for long. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusted back inside of you all at once.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned, trying your best not to be loud.

“Such a little slut.” Jeongin says, amused that someone like you, someone so pure, could be like this.

His thrusts got more rough. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. His tip hit that one spot inside of you repeatedly. You wrapped your hand around his wrist and squeezed it every time he hit that spot.

He doesn’t need another invitation, and you realize immediately he is not going to hold back as he grabs your hips with more force than before and slams inside you. His balls hit your clit over and over again, and you moan even louder, tilting your head so he can get the hint you want him to pull your hair. But he ignores it.

"Who knew a good little girl like you could be such a slut eh?" Jeongin whispers in your ear, making your cunt itch for him even more.

You whimpered in response. You slid your hand down to your clit and started to rub it in fast circles. Jeongin noticed and smacked your hand away, making you whimper.

Your cunt clenched around his cock, feeling your orgasm build up a second time.

“Jeongin, I’m— mhmm fuck!” You moaned, not being able to finish your sentence.

“Cum for me, darling.” Jeongin whispers in your ear, "Like the good girl you are."

His fingers gave your now sensitive clit a particular rough rub to help you chase your high. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came harder than ever before. Jeongin’s thrusts became sloppy, feeling his orgasm approaching him.

You’re screaming before he can even finish as the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced takes over your body. It’s a blinding pleasure you can feel everywhere: from your pussy to your head and even fingers. And the way he keeps thrusting in and out of you at the same speed prolongs it.

Jeongin couldn’t take it anymore. After a few more thrusts, he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. His hand left your throat and went to the back of your head, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes for a few seconds before pulling out of you. He laid down next to you, staring up at the ceiling and breathing heavily.

"Oh fucking hell." He lets out a breathy chuckle, "That was fun wasn't it?"

"Thank you Jeongin." You pant, still not being able to understand that you just lost your virginity.

"No problem darling." Jeongin whispers, "Good little girls like you deserve the best heaven they can get."

Taglist: @ramenoil @mynameisniya150 @demigodmahash + whoever wants to be tagged send an ask my way!

[pixie-felix]

Last message for the night I promise. I'm so sorry for blowing up your inbox ;-; If this is bad I sincerely apologize. More better thoughts will come in the future

Dom!Innie: He may be the maknae and he def has a noona kink, but he likes taking care of you (as seen in previous conversations. It's giving service/soft dom. Turning off both your phones because you don't need that right now? Treating you to extra orgasms because you had a hard day/week?) He loves making you smile whether that means gifting you that dress you had your eye on or getting the dorm to himself for an at-home date. He does love having things to himself and that includes you most of the time. You're his sweet loving noona so it's unlikely you'll have to endure punishments. He's not one for edging, but thrives off your pleasure so he'd more likely be into overstimming you (he's confident you can give him one more). It fills him with pride that he can make you cum that many times, that he knows just what makes your legs shake, that you let him mark you up to his heart's content. He takes aftercare notes from you and you're the main person he enjoys skinship from so on long nights be ready for cuddles, kisses, and falling asleep with one arm around your waist locking you in place as the other traces your back.

--🍭

First of all, spam me. Spam me all day, every day, as much as you want. Every time I see your emoji in my inbox I do a little happy dance (very cool, I know) and find a quiet corner to huddle over my phone like some kind of smut goblin.

Secondly. You have never had a bad idea in your life. Stop such nonsense thinking. Or, just put your insecurities in my ask box so I can BEAT THEM OUT OF YOU WITH LOVE AND ENTHUSIASM BECAUSE YOU'RE BRAIN IS GREAT AND EVERYONE WHO IS COOL AGREES.

That was a little intense, I apologise. Threats of violence are my love language 🫶

Okay, so I've had this Innie headcanon in my brain for a while, waiting for the right moment to crawl out through my keyboard and into the wilds of Tumblr.

So, it seems in these scenarios we're making, we're basically poly with all of skz, right? The ballbusting one is my favourite so far. That is taking me places.

You remember how Innie (fuck it, I might start calling him Ayen too, that's such a pretty spelling, and it's accurate, I'm going off topic, shit) is your kiss and don't tell boy?

Well, there's one accidental exception to that rule.

Much like how Felix and Innie discovered about ballbusting because hyung line were discussing it?

Well, drunk!hyung line were discussing the inaccuracies of porn, and Innie isn't really listening because he's beating Lixxie at uno. So when a currently unidentified hyung starts bemoaning squirting as something that never happens in real life, I.N doesn't think twice before going "What are you talking about? Noona does that every time."

BOOM. ACCIDENTAL MIC DROP.

Chaos ensues. All the hyungs are pestering, nay, hounding Innie for the deets. Trying to figure out exactly. What. It. Is. that Innie does that causes the mythical squirting happen.

Felix is having a minor uno based breakdown, but tomorrow when he remembers the kerfuffle he might be brave and ask Innie about it. After all, they shared their first ballbusting together. That forms a bond, right?

Of course, Innie tells them nothing. And makes a point of never being around drunk!hyung line when they're discussing anything sexual henceforth.

Chan/Changbin/Hyunjin (+Han) are going to be going mad trying to figure it out. Hyunjin is definitely going to start "accidentally" walking in on you and the maknae a lot. Heck, maybe Chan will too. Suddenly, they're all doing your laundry for you, buying you silly little gifts, any little excuse to come into your room urgently.

Han: LOOK NOONA I BOUGHT YOU A CACTUS THEY'RE SO CUTE DON'T YOU LOVE HIM!? 🥰🥰🥰 (I feel like I read this in a fic or an smau, I'll see if I can find it to link up but yes hello if this is your fic/smau I've taken the idea from pls let me know so I can credit u 🫶)

Chan: Hey love, I tumble dried your pajamas. They're still warm so if you put them on now, you can be all cozy 🥰 Oh, hi Jeongin. Fancy seeing you here. Well, now that noona is getting undressed, who's up for a quick three way?

Changbin: I made you a protein shake now please may I bench press you 💪🙏🥰

Hyunjin: *bursts in* YANG JEONGIN YOUR SECRETS WILL BE MINE HOW DOES SQUIRTING WORK TELL ME NOW OR I'M GOING TO WALK INTO TRAFFIC

Lino "doesn't care". But he does start paying more attention to how you and Innie interact on a daily basis. For completely unrelated reasons of course.

Seungmin actually doesn't care. Because Seungmin is full of his own secrets... 👀 And because he's careful to never be around drunk!hyung line when they're horny. (I feel like there is a backstory as to why he avoids his drunk horny hyungs, but I currently have nothing for that.)

[number1jeonginstan]

A/N: I got a little bored, then I thought about fem!Felix and then I got carried away, but damn I need her in my life, like seriously, someone get me her, or fem!Innie and Minho because damn...

WC: 1.5k

Pairing: Fem!Lixie x afab!Reader (WxW, if you don't like it, don't read!)

Warnings: Mommy Kink! Calling Lixie a whore once or twice, Kissing, dildo usage, fingering, oral (reader receiving)

“Hey, could I borrow a pen?” you asked the girl beside you. Her hair was in two small pigtails, freckles adorning her face. She was one of the prettiest girls you had ever seen, her smile radiating, she simply nodded, rummaging through her pencil pouch and finding a pen with a fluffy pompom. 

“Here you go” she whispered before continuing to write down what your professor was saying. You smiled back before going back to your own notes. 

As you guys were wrapping up, you turned back to her in an attempt to give her pen back. “You can keep it” she grinned, “it looks cute with you”

“Can I get you coffee as a thank you then?” you asked, not wanting her to walk away. “I’m Y/N by the way” you giggled as the two of you walked to the nearest coffee shop on campus. “I’m Lixie,” she said, her cheeks ridden with a slight blush. 

“What would you like to drink” you asked as the two of you set down your bags at a nearby table. “Anything with a lot of sugar” she replied as she took out her notebook. 

“You got it!” 

You came back to the table holding an iced americano for yourself, an iced caramel macchiato for Lixie, and a brownie for the two of you to share.

 “Here you go” You placed the cup in front of her as she took a sip you watched as her eyes brightened. “Is it good?” 

“So good, how did you know what I like?” 

“Just a guess” You placed the brownie on the table, already split in half as you sat down. “I brought this for us to share if you don’t mind” 

“Do you like brownies?” she asked as you took a bite of your own. You nodded a quick yes, covering your mouth with your hand as you continued to chew.

“I’ve been told I make the best brownies, if you ever want to come over, I can make them for you” 

“Really?” you asked, your expression a bit shocked. “Omg, of course, here give me your number and I’ll invite you over one day” 

She handed you her phone as you typed out your number, you didn’t see the slight glimmer in her eyes watching you. 

That was how the two of you’s friendship started. From that day, the two of you were inseparable. Whether it be going to the library together, or just getting coffee, or even going out to parties, the two of you were stuck like glue. It was to the point that you both had keys to each other's apartments. 

You barely ever put it to use, but since you forgot your laptop at her apartment last night after having your weekly binge-watching session and she wasn’t answering her phone, desperate times called for desperate measures. 

You entered her apartment, still smelling the scent of banana bread the two of you made last night as a midnight snack wafting through the air. As you walked to her room door, you heard slight muffles which you didn’t think much of. 

She must be showering, you thought to yourself. You heard some whimpers and even the sound of your name, but you were in dire need of your computer, so you pushed past it, opening her door only to see her on her bed, hands pinching her nipples as she was riding a dildo, moaning your name. 

“Fuck y/n~ need you so bad”

“Lix?” you gasped, watching her eyes shoot open, she quickly covered herself with her blanket, hiding herself. She slowly popped her head out, too ashamed to even look at you.

“How much of that did you hear?” she whispered, her entire face red. 

“Nothing, I promise. Unless you wanted me to hear?” 

You slowly walked up to her bed, lifting the blanket off her body, admiring it to the fullest extent. Her breasts were tiny, while her nipples were hard, just begging to be played with. Her cunt was soaking with the dildo still inside it. If you closed your eyes and listened, you bet you could hear the squelching of her cunt around it.

“Baby, be a good girl and get on the floor for me okay?” 

She simply nodded, removing the silicon toy covered with her juices. Before she could put it anywhere, you told her to hand it to you, and she complied. 

The toy itself was a bright hot pink, like everything in her room, and you felt your lips open at the look of it. She was easily taking this seven-inch thing inside of her. You were about to have so much fun.

She gravitated to the floor, kneeling in front of you, waiting for your command. She was fully naked, her juices running down her thighs. You let out a slight moan at the sight bestowed in front of you. 

“Fuck, you look so good, but let’s see how you taste?” 

You placed the tip of the dildo at your lips, groaning at the taste of her. You were already getting addicted, knowing that after you had fun with her, you were going to eat her out for hours. 

“Taste so good for me baby, so sweet all for me” 

“Just for you Mommy” Lixie replied, whimpering at the sight of you taking it in your mouth. She slowly began to press her thighs together, trying to relieve herself. You had come seconds before she was going to cum, stopping her from reaching her high. 

“Aww, kitten can’t control herself, can she? She’s just a dumb little girl”

“Yes Mommy, I’m just a dumb little girl, please I need you, it hurts so bad” she whimpered. 

You chuckled at this, telling her to get closer as you sat on the edge of the bed. You placed the suction cup of the dildo on the floor. “Be a good kitten and ride it for me okay” she simply nodded, slowly pressing the tip against her aching hole, moaning at the stretch.

“So big Mommy, feeling so deep in my cunt” 

“Yeah, my kitten is a little whore, taking such a big dick inside such a tiny cunt” 

“Yes, a whore just for you Mommy” she whimpered as she got back up before falling back down, riding it just like you had asked. 

“Such a good girl for me” 

You bent down a bit, capturing her lips with yours before deepening the kiss, your tongue dominating hers. Lixie began to slow down a bit, too entranced by the way your mouth felt on hers. 

“What did Mommy say, can’t you listen to simple rules, baby?” You grabbed her ass, kissing her lips again before slamming her cunt up and down the toy with your help.

“Fuck Mommy!” she screamed underneath you, “feels so good, wish it was you who was inside me” she whimpered, her walls clenching around the toy.

“Don’t worry, Mommy is going to be inside you soon, but first you got to help me” You pulled down your leggings, tossing them somewhere in her room before grabbing her hand and running it along your underwear. 

“Look how wet you make me, can you take care of Mommy while you ride your little toy?” you asked as she attempted to paw off your underwear. 

“Yes, I can do that for Mommy” she whimpered, the toy reaching a specifically deep part inside of her as she shifted to try and take your cunt in her mouth.

You sat in front of her legs spread open, your underwear hanging off your foot as she dove straight into your pussy. 

She was lapping up your essence through your folds as she was pinching her own breasts, moaning into your cunt as she kissed your clit. 

She hummed into your clit before slowly adding a finger to your hole. You could feel yourself clench around it, she was so skilled, her finger hitting that gummy spot inside you with just a few tries. 

You clenched even harder as she added a second finger, continuing to fuck herself on the cock below her, not slowing her pace down like before.

“So good for me baby, so good for Mommy” you moaned, grabbing her hair in your hands, and pushing her face harder into your cunt. 

The two of you were so close, her moaning into your cunt while fingering you while the cock inside of her was hitting all the spots it needed to. It only took another thrust of her fingers and a pinch of her nipples for the two of you to convulse, your thighs squishing her face as a creamy white ring at the base of the cock beneath her came to fruition. 

“Fuck Mommy, that was so good” she yelled as your thighs separated from her face. 

“Who said we were done, baby?” 

[abrthephantomq]

ohhh your tags absolutely intrigued me! would absolutely love to read more about your thoughts on severance as DID rep if you wanna share :)

Yessssss this is my current Roman Empire so THANK YOU so much for asking!

(spoilers ahead for the entirety of the show)

1. The switches between Innies and Outies. They're seamless - the way the camera focuses on their face changes - the fact they use a singular note to denote WHEN the change is occuring.

Some of us are programmed to switch "out" into the real world / body via music, for example. The fact that the innies are programmed to JUST the ding of the elevator makes it so they still have something musical to switch to but NOT like, a whole song with meaning is bc music, like all art, is political and even historical if you know the context in which that music was created in.

2. the fucking GLITCH NOISE when flashbacks are happening during "re"integration sickness. The fact that it's called INTEGRATION at all, honestly. Honestly this is a thing some of us experience when dissociative barriers within our mind are "failing." Like, the way it feels to watch those moments is very similar to how it feels inside our body when we get a flash of something we as a System forgot.

3. The process of Integration IRL is actually NOT the fusion of alters. It's memory sharing. It's processing trauma the body experienced via the different POVs who actually experienced / hold onto that trauma so that the Record Keepers / Body Interpreters (our personal terms for these roles) become aware of these memories, and the parts that held them can finally gain support in healing those traumas. Which is what we are seeing with the Re-Integration process. Which is why it's NOT Re-Integration. Innies and Outies clearly still remain "separate" in terms of who has control of the body depending on what environment they're in. We met Outie!Petey, not innie!Petey, for example.

4. Lumon being a Corporate Style Cult and abusing its severed employees (and NONsevered employees, when you consider the bullshit Cobel and Milkshake go through - and also Helena) is SO on par with what was previously referred to as RAMCOA. I think the term now is just Organized Abuse. Like. Harsh rules for everyone. You can see the cycle of Abuse in real time - the transference of anger. Milkshake can't retaliate against the Eagan top dogs but he CAN threaten Mark S, for example, and get WAY into his personal space to intimidate him and also fuck with him emotionally and mentally. It's SO good. It's so uncomfortable to watch but it's ACCURATE.

5. Going back to the seamless Switching. Yes, we get the camera shift and whatnot visually - but that's for the benefit of the audience. Same with the elevator ding cue. Mark S and Helly are the two best examples we have of this. There are huge ass SIMILARITIES between their Innies and Outies, yes. In terms of base personality traits and beliefs.

But Mark S wears his hair slightly different. Helena seems to prefer her hair pulled back and out of her face. These kinds of little subtle differences enhance the way ALL of the actors embody the different parts of their characters. ALL of them deserve all the awards for their acting, honestly. All of them.

6. Along those lines, the signs of bleed through or when one part is Passively Influencing the other. In ep 5 there were moments in Mark S seems to be in control but Outie Mark is bleeding through. Like, the vibe of Mark S the entirety of ep 5 isn't QUITE Mark S. Because Mark S has been violated in multiple ways at this point by Lumon - now including sexually! - and has experienced the death of one of his family members (MDR is def a family), and is grieving and confused and Mark's way of dealing with the death of someone he loves was to literally Sever himself so that there were hours of the day where he wasn't crushed by the weight of his grief.

I'm sure there's more but I just woke up (well, about an hour ago) and we have some Administrative Tasks that need to get done as well as self-care stuff bc this show is triggering in a GOOD way. It's triggering because I have experienced both what Mark S and Helly R are going through, as well as what Mark and Helena have.

The show is so good. It's so good.

[aunteutis]

so, thoughts on this episode (biiiig text post, spoilers for season 2, etc):

a lot of pieces moving around the table, so it looks like end of season is going to be HUGE.

also, i think the change of direction was noticeable, but appropriate: after all, a transition episode where characters are placed around for a big finale shouldn't be too flashy - otherwise it takes away from the big moments. and while personally i'm a fan of whenever electric guitars start raging, this quieter tone with a big focus on variations of the main theme suits this particular episode so much! and so great for the intense acting moments, or those short bits (helly's "what the fuck" made me cackle). ooooh how i love when shows understand pacing and know what they are and what they're doing. so, props to Uta Briesewitz there!

we didn't get a Burt+Irving in the end, and i was sad. but i guess that's the beauty of tragedy - maybe even foreshadowing?? after all, Burt is right: they HAVE TO separate and can never see each other again because Lumon is everywhere (big Orpheus and Eurydice vibes, hope this doesn't happen to Gemma and Mark). in any case, we got Radar moments. yes, i wanted them to run away together too. give my boy some treats, he just lost one father.

i feel this episode payed Dylan more attention, both innie and outie. my dude be having the roughest identity crisis and fighting HIMSELF for his own wife! crazy. and the fact that the revolution ENTHUSIASM ((not anger)) he used to have has been taken away from him to the point of resignation and effective suicide is worrying, because it has sort of happened in the background - although i do believe being rejected by his own wife was the last straw. while we as an audience were focused on reintegration, Lumon turned someone invested and ready to fight into an apathetic mess by putting what he's always wanted (knowing about his outie life, having a loving family) just out of his grasp. in between all the big plans and goat conspiracies and action, he's been sort of the show's middle child; and much like in real life, now we are jumping straight to the consequences, trying to go back and thinking "wait, when did he turn this way?". also, what the fuck was that elevator thing, they better not send him to the deeper basement.

as for Mark... he's like a beaten dog at this point. lmao. such a wet cat, a perfect little meow-meow both innie and outie. i'm SO VERY GLAD they are giving him a support network like Devon and even Cobel to get him to do stuff when he would probably go back, or freeze in anger. because let's face it, while the sci-fi element is so cool and new, Severance's success is the real, believable humanity of its characters. they're written in such a real way!! i care deeply for all of them!! and at this point, the most unbelievable thing for Mark to do would be to suddenly find the hero's courage and go get his wife and be decisive. my guy's a depressed, barely functioning alcoholic. he needs these intelligent, action-oriented ladies around, these certainties turned people to keep him on the right track. just as any of us would. so, very cool.

i'll keep Helly brief: she's been taking over Irving's revolution-leader role during the last two episodes, which i think suits her. and she's so right. what the fuck, indeed.

(also, it's been winter for two seasons now, and i feel like Jame Eagan's revolving is near. if it's something similar to my bringing-Kier-back-via-Eagan-consciousness-upload theory, it would be very cool for them to start season 3 during spring, with all that implies).

and laaaast but dearest MR. MILCHICK. YES. YEEESSSS. always going to love him. no matter what. because he has tried SO HARD to be the perfect Kier follower, the perfect Lumon employee. he has changed and betrayed every aspect of himself that he was proud of, and followed every directive, and delivered so many pineapples!!!! and for what? he has finally realized he is just an employee, and will likely never be more than that. he's not afforded any respect by his superiors, or his inferiors. i'm sure there's a race reading there, but i'm no expert or know enough, so i won't get into it. instead, my take is that he serves as THE example that following the rules and protocols will always get you the shorter end of the stick, because he will never reach a position where he's allowed not to do that. and the main reason for that is that he's neither an Eagan or the inventor of Severance, and he's willing to morph himself enough to lose himself in the company. and the tragedy is, he has been trained specifically to follow and treat these rules like gospel. while Irving had acquired religious fervor, Milchick was set to fail from the start because he was shown the other side. he was in on the joke just enough to get it, but never allowed to kick it with the big guys. so, seeing him refuse all of that was so... satisfying? endearing? especially after the whole ordeal with Ms. Huang, he was just SO DONE with everyone and everything. so perfect.

the only thing i wouldn't like to happen is him, Helena and/or Cobel getting a redemption arc. like, vengeance? anger? sure, maybe even believable. but conscious betrayal of your own god, religion and culture? helping Mark liberate Gemma? yeah, no, something very big needs to happen. Lumon has systematically brainwashed and stripped them of all normal morality and goodness, and now only mild discomfort and Kier's mission remain. they opted out of humanity with every step.

so! that was my review, i guess. if you read aaaall of this, get yourself a treat and a glass of water - i get too into it sometimes, and that was a lot (sorry). at the very least, it's out in the void now. the THEORY void.

kieers!💖

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Polyship Week 2024, Day Four: Let’s Dance (Severance AU)

We've reached Day Four of Valicer Polyship Week 2024, inspired by @polyshipweek, and our prompt today is "Let's Dance!" Because, while I don't talk about it as much as I used to, I am still a huge fan of my various ships dancing together. :D And I knew exactly what AU I wanted to pair the prompt with -- my new Valicer Severance AU! Otherwise known as "I Owe My Soul To The Company Store" after that one music video I reblogged. Severance the TV show has a rather iconic scene of the Innies getting a "Music/Dance Experience" in episode 7 (you can watch it here if you are so inclined -- warning, it takes a turn for the violent near the end, as one of the main characters is on edge after learning something interesting about his Outie's life the night before), so I figured this prompt would be the perfect opportunity to do my take on what an MDE would look like for my Innie trio. :) Hope you enjoy!

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DeeedledeeedleeDIIING!

Smiler jerked their hands away from their keyboard, blinking. Across from them, Victor jumped, looking around. “W-what was that?”

“Sounded like it came from Smiler’s computer,” Alice said, getting up and peering over the partition separating their desks. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Smiler insisted, eyeing their set-up suspiciously. “I just sorted another set of numbers, and then that happened.”

“Well, you must have done something different.” Alice leaned on the partition, smirking. “Did the numbers make you feel a prohibited emotion? Ennui, perhaps?”

Smiler stuck out their tongue at her. “You know this entire job is one big study in ennui,” they said, studying their screen to see if there was anything new and exciting. There were the usual bins at the bottom, waiting to be filled with pointless bullshit; there was the giant field of numbers in the middle, a sea of remorselessly ridiculous digits; there was the name of the file at the top, the never-to-be-explained “Hill Valley;” there was the progress bar next to that – “Oh! I made 75%!”

“You – wait, really?” Victor said, getting up and coming over for a look.

“Yeah, look.” Smiler pointed at the bar. “Didn’t even realize...so I guess that was a ‘good job’ noise.”

“Huh – congratulations, then,” Alice said, looking slightly impressed despite herself. “First time any of us have managed that with a file – Wheatley!” she called over to their supervisor. “Smiler got 75% on Hill Valley!”

“They what?” Wheatley came zooming over on his rail to see, stopping just over Victor’s shoulder and making him duck out of the way. “Oh, look at that! That’s fantastic!” he declared, flexing his outer plates. “That means you, Smiler A., get an MDE!”

“MDE?” Smiler repeated, brow crinkled.

“Music/Dance experience! A five-minute dance party – DJed by yours truly,” Wheatley added, spinning on his rail. “Let me get the cart – just a moment!”

He zipped off, humming to himself. Smiler watched him go, then looked back at Victor and Alice. “I – I gotta admit, I’d kind of forgotten that was a thing,” they said, brushing their bangs out of their face.

“So had I,” Victor said, going back to his own desk. “Hang on, there must be something on it in the handbook…” He pulled it out of his drawer and flipped through it. “Here we are – yes, it’s the tier just below 100% completion and Cake Day. I’m not surprised we forgot, though – like Alice said, none of us have ever gotten that far on a file before.”

“They must have forgotten to expire yours before you hit the magic number,” Alice said, smiling. “Well, good to know that we can get rewards other than those stupid erasers and finger traps. Just don’t get your hopes up about the cake.”

“I won’t, trust me,” Smiler said, crossing their heart with a finger. “Besides, with our luck? I wouldn’t be surprised if they gave us a giant wad of tuna fish in the shape of a cake instead.”

Victor pulled a face. “If they did that, I’d burn this fucking place to the ground.”

“Can we get that in writing?” Alice asked, leaning on her hand.

Before Smiler could point out that there was no way any of them were getting access to matches anytime soon, Wheatley returned, followed by a little motorized cart that skidded to a stop beside Smiler’s desk, bearing a trio of cheap party hats in Aperture-approved orange and blue and a couple of speakers. “Here we are! Wouldn’t let me connect to it at first, but I had a few words with it,” he said brightly. “All right, so – just pick your genre of music and your accessory, and we’ll be off!”

“Accessory?” Smiler repeated – then jerked back as a drawer on the cart popped out practically into their lap, bearing a maraca, a pair of castanets, a party horn, a set of bells on a stick, and a single sad glowstick. “Oh. Uh – so – I just – pick something?”

“Yup! Grab your item, then you can choose your music,” Wheatley said, rolling his optic down toward a laminated list of musical genres lying atop the cart. “And then it’s party time! Wooo!”

Smiler snorted. “You’re happier about this than I am,” they noted, looking through their “accessory” options.

“Well, it does mean that I’ve been doing a great job as your supervisor,” Wheatley said, in a tone that said that if he had a nose, he’d be putting it in the air. “And besides, this isn’t like when you guys made those race cars out of office supplies, or went wandering off and petted those baby goats, or had your little make-out picnic in the kitchen. This is an Official Aperture Science Macrodata Refinement Incentive! Miss Glados can’t say a word about us taking five minutes to boogie!”

A grin slowly spread over Smiler’s face. “...that’s a good point.” Sure, corporate-mandated fun was probably far from the best fun they could have down here, but it was definitely the safest. And Smiler really enjoyed the idea of Miss Glados steaming over seeing them happy, but being unable to do anything about it. They picked up the glowstick and gave it a little shake, watching it light up a pleasant banana yellow (not that they ever remembered seeing a banana, but they were reasonably sure that was right). “This feels me.”

“It does,” Alice agreed, coming around to look at the list of music as the drawer retracted as violently as it had extended. “As for your music choices...you’ve your pick of Defiant Jazz, Bawdy Funk, Playful Punk, Wistful Pipes, Effusive Ska, Bouncy Swing–

“That one,” Smiler cut in with a nod, getting up. “This is supposed to be a party, isn’t it? Let’s have the happiest music we’ve got.”

“Sounds good to me! Now, everybody, this is in Smiler’s honor, but you should all feel free to get up and dance!” Wheatley announced, as if he was talking to a giant crowd instead of just three people. “Let’s get this party started!”

Right on cue, the lights dimmed, then started cycling through a rainbow of different colors as out of the cart’s speakers came the most upbeat, high-tempo music Smiler had ever heard. Not that they actually recalled ever hearing any music before, but that just made this tune all the more exhilarating, sending a thrill straight through their bones. Their feet seemed to move of their own accord, catching the beat and sending them spinning across the floor. Laughing, Smiler let their body take control, shaking their glowstick to the rhythm of the horns. Good to know some part of me knows how to dance! Would have been embarrassing otherwise!

“Yeah, that’s the spirit!” Wheatley cheered, bobbing to the beat as best he could while Smiler soft-shoed about. “Come on, Victor, Alice! Not a party with just two people!”

Victor smiled awkwardly and began very tentatively to sway on the spot, raising his arms slightly. Alice, by contrast, immediately threw herself into the music, waving her hands in the air and doing some very interesting hops and skips around their cubicles. “What is that?” Smiler laughed, boogieing over her way.

“No bloody clue, but it feels right!” Alice responded with a big grin, grabbing their hands and swinging them around before flinging them away. She promptly bounced over to Victor, grabbing his hands in turn. “Come on – we know you can do better than that!”

“I don’t,” Victor said, though he did let Alice pull him forward, closer to the cart.

“Well, we wouldn’t actually know if you messed up,” Smiler pointed out encouragingly, making their way over and bumping their shoulder against Victor’s side before fluttering their eyelashes up at him. “Please?”

Victor snorted. “You’re very silly,” he noted, picking up the rhythm more as he moved from side to side. “Both of you.”

“That’s why you love us,” Alice said, twirling herself into his arms before gazing up at him adoringly.

Victor smiled down at her, then over at Smiler, freeing a hand to beckon them over. “Yes. Yes it is.”

Smiler followed his finger, their heart going all warm and runny at the deep fondness in Victor’s eyes, and the cheeky little grin on Alice’s face. Not for the first time (or the second, or the third, or the fiftieth), they found themselves wishing they could leave this stupid fucking office and actually go outside. Go live an actual life somewhere together, where there were windows and seasons and as few numbers as possible. Where they got eat things other than tuna fish sandwiches and do things other than sit at computers all damn day. Where they could be together without constantly worrying about cameras and Miss Glados and the Break Room. Where they could dance for more than five minutes to whatever music they liked.

But that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, if ever. Not with everything they were owned by fucking Aperture and its goons. But they still had these five minutes, and Smiler was determined to make the most of them. They slid under Victor’s arm and snuggled up to him, slipping their free arm around Alice. She pulled them in close, and together they bobbed to the music, just enjoying each other’s company and the break from the endless sorting. One day, Smiler quietly vowed, glancing at their partners. One day, we’re getting out of here, whatever it takes. And when we do, the first thing I’m doing is dancing with both of you for real.

[conclaveyaoi]

Is there a specific reason you think Fields is the source of anxiety about Burt going to hell? When Burt tells the story, Burt indicates it's himself that is certain.

Hi there! I'm not so sure what to do with the source of anxiety phrasing/angle, personally that's not what I'm concerned about. If anything, Burt seemed more at ease than Fields at all times and Irving was giving major atheist vibes so of course he didn't care imo.

The basics of that scene to me are: show Fields is a terrible husband, really uncomfortable married couple to have dinner with (especially when you're attracted to one of them), show that Burt is lying and hiding something about his Lumon past and add to the lore of religion and Lumon, specifically religion as propaganda for Lumon.

So okay here's what I have: I do, it's in text, Fields seems to be more of a radical religious man than Burt and for them it seems to be as much of Burt going to hell as it is about Burt's innie going to heaven (with Fields).

Fields is clearly judgemental and self-righteous (think about what kind of person would be convinced they're going to heaven) and smirks when Burt says he was a scoundrel during his teenage years, in a tone that feels quite ashamed and Fields only reinforces that shame with the smirk and the "to say the least" attitude. When Irving says "so the plan was for Burt's innie to go to heaven" (Turturro's eyes shift from one to another, the question is directed at the couple, not individually), Burt says "yes" and once again Fields, quite more cheerfully and determinated than Burt, goes "with me". And of course he's bitter as hell because accordingly to his interpretation (which btw seems to be inaccurate within his Lutheran church according to a post I read on theology), Burt's innie is already in heaven. With Irving's innie. Oops, talk about a backfire.

Do I also think Burt is convinced he's going to hell? Sure, why not! But we just have to agree it's quite a different thing when your husband – the person you're the closest with, the person you allegedly chose to share your entire life with, the person who knows your story better than anyone else – is convinced of the same. Personally that's one of the most subtle toxic things I can think of in a marriage. It would matter even if Burt was an atheist, imho.

All in all, I dare say Burt sounds almost casual about the whole religious conversation? You can see in Burt's body language too, contrived and ashamed with Fields, open and smiling with Irving, extra supported by that last scene where he literally says he wants to meet Irving again without Fields.

A point that was brought up because of that post of mine that was meant to be a funny post and nothing else btw: Burt is lying, including about the severance sermon and why he decided to sever. Yes, I believe this to be partially true. Learning he was at Lumon before severance was public (which then undermines the lie about him learning about severance during the sermon) opens a whole new can of worms about his character so we must all thread carefully and add our assumptions to the conspiracy board on post-it notes and *, not permanent markers.

Considering the info we have (which is just a few crumbs really), I dare say that IF Burt's severance idea was HIS OWN plan and maybe an attempt to return to Lumon to spy on them, a lot like Irving, and he knew about severance before it became public, it was HIS idea to conveniently take Fields to that severance sermon because he knew that the whole soul talk would interest a man who's convinced his partner is going to hell and then pretend they made the decision as a couple. Even if all this is true, even if Burt had this mastermind plan and it was his initiative, it does not change the fact that Fields thinks his husband is such a wicked piece of trash he's doomed to suffer for eternity. And he eats and drinks his wine while saying this. That is fucked up! That is not love! So that's basically my issue with Fields, not about deeming one of them "guilty" and the other "innocent".

Now more than ever I am looking forward to that scene with Irv, Burt and the bestest boy around aka Radar because honestly I have no idea where that will go. Do I want old man yaoi having spy sex in church? When don't I want that? But we'll see.

[innytoes]

"girl help I already have so much headcanons for this au I'm never gonna write" .... show us the dystopian headcanons, Inny

Okay so this dystopia was percolating in my brain for a day or two before I could get it out. It's inspired by a lot of different sci-fi things, the biggest being Neal Stephenson's The Diamond Age and that lovely tumblr story about the 100 point children.

It's set on a big-ass space ship colony, and you need credits for everything. Like, your basic needs will technically be met (large dormitories in your assigned work department/orphanage, fabricated Nutritionally Perfect food but not very tasty food, standard issue clothing, etc.) but if you want more, it costs credits. Credits are earned by working and possibly citizenship points, like that creepy Black Mirror episode.

So having your own place costs credits, but so does having kids, like a child tax. Don't think about the horrifying implications of that if you're not able to pay, don't do it, it's a dystopia remember.

Reggie's parents were just barely keeping their head above water, possibly due to spending their credits unwisely, possibly due to it being a fucking dystopia and they need to keep a bunch of people in poverty for the system to run. You know... like capitalism.

It’s not like spaces are officially segregated and all, but if you try to go to a park in a richer area as a kid in the standard issue (free) gray uniform... you’re gonna get picked on. Reggie learns early on where he’s ‘allowed’ to be and where he isn’t. Besides, after he starts going to work with his dad it doesn’t matter much anyway. Sometimes he sneaks out to the parks in the evenings or mornings (when normal kids are at school or in bed and his dad’s shift hasn’t started yet) so he can play on the Good Swings and stuff.

Rose and Ray both have pretty well-paying jobs (Ray watches the radar for asteroids and stuff on the bridge, as well as being a photographer, and Rose reviews and translates station-wide communications as well as being a private music teacher). Their kids want for nothing, they have a nice house, they have enough credits in savings that they’re ready for pretty much anything.

So at the end of the month Rose browses the internal logs, looking for places to donate credits. Regular donations go to the orphaned kids, so they can go to school, and she’s been known to pay off bullshit fines (“a teenager played their music too loud in the park and now the parents are facing downsizing their unit size to pay for it? That’s bullshit!”)

She kind of stumbles on Reggie by accident, thinking someone messed up the age from 31 to 13 on Reassignment Job Board. (She’s a reviewer after all, she can send a quick message through Internal Comms and get it fixed before someone is reprimanded and loses credits for a typo.) Until she reads his profile and his answers and is horrified. She talks to Ray, and then to Julie and Carlos, and oops, guess they have a new son.

Carlos is stoked to have an older brother. Julie is kind of horrified to learn there are kids who don’t get to go to school at all because their parents don’t have the credits for it, so of course she says yes. 

-As soon as Rose and Ray have convinced Reggie that no, they did not take him in as some kind of live-in butler or cleaning service, but as a kid, they sit him down with a Pad and get him to pick out some stuff that costs actual credits for the fabricator to make. Reggie is very concerned, so he sorts from lowest-price and works his way up until he balks at the amount of credits. (Which is... pretty much anything that isn’t the standard issue uniform but in like a nice colour.)

When Rose catches on, she tells the Pad to hide the prices, take out the ‘sort by price’ option, and take out anything that doesn’t fit into ‘budget - kids’. Then she hands the Pad back to Reggie and tells him to try again. He can still sort by colour and style and stuff, but he can’t see prices. If he hits his budget, the things that cost too much turn red.

(He only figures that out because he adds something he knows is really expensive, like a hoverboard, to his basket, just to see where the limits of this ‘budget’ lie. And is then very flustered because hoverboards are very very expensive, so he’s allowed to pick out a hoverboard plus like, seven sets of pants worth of stuff?)

In the end, he picks out a lot of black. Because it hides stains, unless you’re cleaning with bleach, and also it’s what the pilots wear as their uniform and pilots are really cool. Black jeans (Ray and Carlos are wearing jeans.) Black shirts. Black shoes. But then he stumbles on a very soft looking red plaid shirt, and there’s an option to have the fabricator make a square inch of test fabric for free. And it’s so very, very soft. He rubs the fabric between his fingers while he selects that shirt, and follows the ‘more like this’ links to several more items. A hoodie. Some pairs of thick socks. A little black leather bracelet, which feels like the height of luxury.

His room already has a non-standard issue bed, desk, and dresser,  but Ray reassures him that he can pick something else and they can feed these to the fabricator to get back some of the credits if he doesn’t like them. (He does like them. They look like wood, and the mattress on the bed is so comfortable.) He picks out a thick blanket that’s fuzzy on the inside, and a lamp that looks like a floating moon, and then, because there’s still budget left, a little statue of a horse, just to have something to put on the dresser.

He picks out a nice soft green for his walls, with a picture of rolling plains with long grass and a forest to cover one wall. He and Carlos sit on his bed and watch as the nanobots convert the boring gray walls, and that’s pretty cool too.

-Yes he gets his own stocking and it’s full of fun things (Carlos is mad at his parents they got Reggie socks, but Reggie loves his new socks. They have little pizzas on them!). His favourite is the little cube that projects stars on his ceiling, though.

-Of course Rose and Ray get him a dog for Christmas. It’s been haunting Rose ever since she read his answer on the questionnaire. It’s the last present of the day, and when Reggie opens his eyes, he immediately starts crying.

Carlos is very worried that he picked the wrong puppy, but Reggie assures him these are good tears, even though he can’t stop crying. They end up in a family group hug for like an hour, the puppy crawling from lap to lap.

Reggie names him Cosmo and he’s all ready to get a part-time job to make sure he has enough credits to feed him until Rose says no, the dog is family too, you don’t need to worry about that, Reggie.

-Reggie gets to go to school and it’s kind of terrifying but also really interesting. His reading and writing classes are mostly with adults and older teens who are going through apprenticeships, so thankfully he’s not stuck with the four and five year olds like he was worried he’d be. His math classes are with other freshmen, since he’s needed numbers for his job and he already knows basic math.

He meets Luke and Alex and Bobby in math class, and Luke immediately grabs him to be their fourth on the little pod of tables, because he’s new and thus interesting and otherwise Nick might have asked to join their group.

-Reggie has no idea what’s supposed to be wrong with Nick. He seems nice. Later, Bobby whispers it’s because Luke is jealous of Nick because his crush likes Nick more than she likes Luke. Luke threatens to stab him with a stylus while Alex rolls his eyes and discusses the next question with Reggie.

-Reggie likes his new friends, even if he doesn’t always understand their references.

-Julie introduces Reggie to her friends as well. He and Flynn get along great, since she takes everything he knows and doesn’t know and says in stride. Flynn only sees Cool Opportunities to introduce him to stuff like ‘mixing 4 soda powders together before putting them in the hydrator’ and ‘hiphop’.

Carrie kind of scares him. She’s one of those people who has enough credits to shoot Reggie out of an airlock and still get away scot free, and sometimes she looks like she’s contemplating just that. She sometimes scoffs when he doesn’t know something or says something ignorant (or poor), but usually a glare for Julie or Flynn mellows her out. 

But she’s also the first to absolutely destroy some jerk who tries to make fun of Reggie for not knowing how to read. And when she learns that the clothes Reggie is wearing are his first non-free fabricator clothes, she drags him and Julie and Flynn to something called a ‘thrift store’. It has stuff that either wasn’t fabricated at all, but was brought here from colonies or even Earth. It had stuff that was limited edition and thus couldn’t be fed back into the fabricator. And stuff that was donated by people who either didn’t need to feed stuff back into the fabricator, or for some reason didn’t want to. Lots of designers apparently donated their collections to the Thrift Store.

And yeah, Rose and Ray gave Reggie an allowance but it wasn’t like he had a lot saved up. And what he did, some part of him still thought he should hold on to, even though he was pretty convinced Rose and Ray weren’t sending him back.

To which Carrie scoffed and was like ‘please my dad won’t even notice if I buy out this whole store, we are getting you a statement piece and that is final’.

They have a great time trying on all kinds of weird and wonderful and silly clothes, though. Flynn and Julie make him wear a fuzzy neon orange bucket hat and try to convince Carrie that This Is It This Is His Statement Piece, until she threatens to buy it for him and he scrambles to convince her he was just joking. The way she laughs at him doesn’t feel mean, and he lets himself laugh too.

He ends up falling in love with an actual, real, non-fabricator leather jacket that fits him like a glove. He even loves the smell of it, real and earthy. Carrie refuses to let him see the price as she scans the tag and pays for it, and he thanks her over and over. He even, in his best penmanship, writes her a thank you note (which he’s seen Carlos and Julie do to their grandparents on a colony when they sent Christmas presents) and gives it to her at school the next day.

He pretends not to see her tear up, and she pretends not to notice he spelled her name wrong.

-Reggie tries to contact his mom through the messaging system but all his messages get denied. He’s worried she’s maybe in trouble, so one day he puts on his old standard issue uniform and sneaks into the kitchens, only to find that his mom doesn’t work there anymore. She got a better job, one of her old coworkers says, and has a nice unit for herself now. Last time he saw her, she was eating out wearing some nice non-standard issue clothing, having cocktails with her new friends.

He doesn’t try and find her after that. He goes to his room and uses some of his pocket money to make the room soundproof and cries and cries until he can’t cry anymore. And then lies to Rose when she comes home and says he just had a frustrating homework assignment.

Ray sits with him that night and helps him sound out his reading, and doesn’t comment when Reggie maybe leans in a little. He even wraps his arm around him, giving him a little squeeze and a ‘proud of you, mijo’ when he finishes the chapter.

-Rose teaches him piano, and in his music class, he learns guitar. Luke is incredibly excited about that, and will let him practice on Luke’s guitar for hours, helping him adjust his fingers and showing him chords.

-Later he switches to bass, because Luke has talked about wanting to start a band, and they don’t have a bass player yet. He likes the deep tones, and Rose and Ray get him a bass guitar for his birthday.

-Birthdays! Who knew there was more to them than a little free cupcake from the fabricator? Not Reggie!

[sassy-seungmo]

ring pops-yang jeongin

jeongin x reader

major fluff

Your hand found its way into his, the lines that were engraved on his palms feeling as if they were a part of your own. He mindlessly began to trace circles along the back of your hand, not even glancing away from his conversation he was totally engrossed in as he did so.

“I can’t believe it's been so long and here you both are.” Felix said drawing you into a conversation so you weren’t just caught observing, though you would have had no issue simply admiring Jeongin for hours if it was an option. “Pretty much all of us don’t talk much anymore and here you two are.”

“You were the ones that joked about this all the time.” You reminded your blonde high school friend who you hadn’t seen in so long, side hugging him with the arm that Jeongin wasn’t hanging off the end of. “You’re going to get married and everything.” You mocked your friends in a high voice.

“Well, we told you so.” Felix said, referring to the ring sitting on your finger that had taken its rightful place there about 3 months prior. “Remember when he proposed to you as a joke with a ring pop that one time.” You smiled fondly at Jeongin, remembering many moments in which he would fake propose, in his words, to prepare for the real time. Where he still, though he wouldn’t admit it, got completely choked up.

You sat down at the table beside Jisung who was telling a story, his arms waving around animatedly as Hyunjin was watching with just as much wonder in his eyes, the pair always seeming to match each others energy. An energy you really were not feeling like meeting at all after the day you had, had.

“Do you guys know where Jeongin is?” You asked the moment Jisung took a breath, admittedly longer then you had anticipated as he never seemed to stop firing words from his mouth.

“Caught in class I think, when I walked past him and Seungmin were still sitting at the table.” Chan commented helpfully when everyone else shrugged. “Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah,” you halfheartedly gave him a tired thumbs up which did absolutely nothing to convince him that you were doing okay. “Just want Jeongin.”

“You guys are gross,” Felix shook his head. “You know he never wanted any hugs before he met you, not from any of us.”

“Lix is just angry that Jeongin always rejects him,” Chan said patting the younger boys shoulder as Felix’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek and his eyebrows raised, a habit he always seemed to have when he got mad.

“He’ll get over it,” you shrug too tired to care much about your cuddle bug friend. Instead you turned your head away from the commotion and rested it against the table, closing your eyes to rest as much as possible. Blocking out all of the surrounding sound, and there was plenty.

When after a few minutes everything fell silent and you felt dozens of pairs of eyes on you, you finally looked up and locked eyes with Chan who smiled as he pointed behind you.

“Innie,” you said before you had processed the fact that he was dramatically on one knee, holding out a ring pop in one of his hands. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Asking for your hand in marriage,” he smiled cheekily, his eyes disappearing as his smile only grew at your bewildered expression. “If you’ll take me my love, if not I have other options of course.”

“Stop being stupid,” you whined and he almost looked offended for a second. “Of course I’m saying yes, no one over there is going to be your back up option.” He laughed his breathy laugh as he dramatically slipped the ring on your finger, sitting down right beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“One day you’re going to have an actual ring from him, and we’re going to have to listen you two brag about it everyday.” Minho complained as if he was dreading the day that it would come.

“How did he do it?” Felix questioned at your reunion, all too interested in the ring. Even he had to admit that Jeongin had made a good choice on the diamond that glittered brightly upon your ring finger.

“We were just having lunch one day and when he asked if I wanted anything else and I turned around to answer he was on one knee,” you responded reminiscing, you had always thought that you had wanted a dramatic proposal yet nothing could have felt more perfect then the intimate moment shared purely between the pair of you.

“I thought she might have said no when she didn’t reply straight away,” Jeongin mused, joining into the conversation, as well as gently pulling you closer by the waist. “Thankfully we’d rehearsed before.”

“Still as gross as I remember, are we all invited to the wedding at least?” Felix questioned, despite the group having been split up for a while you all knew that they at least deserved to attend the event having been in front row seats to your relationship for a long time.

“I was actually going to give you this,” Jeongin confirmed handing a ring pop over to Felix with details for the wedding all on the wrapping. The blonde boy laughed at the fond memory ruffling Joengin’s hair.

master list

[simonalkenmayer]

okay but why is it hard for you to understand that referring to a trans mans genitals as "female" might be perceived as transphobic? terms like afab and amab can be useful in some contexts but youre using them as a replacement for "female" and "male" otherwise you would not be referring to the bodies of people assigned female at birth as "female" and claiming that "amab people" have male privilege. you arent using them to describe any oppression. "im more attracted to afab people" is transphobic

*pinches bridge of nose*

This is the last time I'm replying to you so pay attention.

I refer to genitals the way science does. Would you prefer I say Innie and Outie? Would that assuage you? Yes, I comprehend that "female" and "male" might be traumatic for trans people, as it is indeed traumatic for me, but guess who wrote the only words we have for discussing sex characteristics? Cis het doctors. There are only so many words. Robert Stoller, whose work was the first to treat sex and gender as "two different orders of data", in his book Sex and Gender: The Development of Masculinity and Femininity, uses the term 'sex' to refer to the "male or the female sex and the component biological parts that determine whether one is a male or a female". But fine! I WILL FOREVERMORE REFER TO "MALE" AND "FEMALE" SEX CHARACTERISTICS AS INNIE AND OUTIE. JUST FOR YOU.

I did not use AMAB and AFAB to mean male and female. I used them exactly as the abbreviation states. "assigned male at birth" or "assigned female at birth". Go read my post again. I said AFAB people have been oppressed for having perceived innie genitals. Who were they primarily oppressed by? The people who had the dangly parts and the ones with the innie parts who bought the lie.

I never said anything about whom I prefer sexually...so why did you even bring that up, eh? Must preoccupy you somewhat. In fact, I have no preferences at all, except that they have reasonable intellect and be a decent fucking person. I'm afraid you're disqualified, which I know hurts your feelings, but since you're here all the time anyway, trolling me on a constant basis, it really won't matter how many times I reject you, will it? You'll still come back to vex me because internet harassment and bullying are how you get your jollies! What I did say, is that I prefer dealing with AFAB people in a patriarchy. As in, I prefer dealing with the oppressed and not the oppressors. I like to eat oppressive people. But to put a point on it, are you saying it's wrong for someone to physically prefer interacting with innies versus outties? People aren't allowed to choose what attracts them physically? That's transphobic? Seems a bit oppressive to me.

Are you suggesting AMAB people don't possess male privilege in a patriarchy that identifies oppressors based on their outties? Clearly a trans woman would struggle and have to deal with constant transmisoginy, but are you suggesting that if she, out of fear perhaps, decided to live pretending to be a man, she wouldn't have any rights AFAB don't? She wouldn't want them, I daresay, but it doesn't mean she wouldn't be handed them so long as she conformed. Same goes for trans men forced to pretend at being female, among cis women who have internalized misogyny. Of course he would cope with constant horrible trauma, but he'd likely be pushed into cis female spaces, sometimes even as punishment. I think it's a bit naive to assert that there wouldn't be some distinction based on innies and outties given how much importance is placed upon them by patriarchy. Doesn't mean they want it, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt them or traumatize them, but it most certainly exists. And you're ignoring the intense social complexity of "passing" and the ridiculous emphasis placed on it so that trans people can survive navigating a patriarchal society that places such emphasis on assumptions of genitals.

In short, my dear stalker, you are not educated. Please go read the aforementioned book.

[sailorhyunjinz]

SAW THAT DRUNK FLUFFY HEADCANNON. NOW DO A ANGST SMUT VERSION OF IT OR WHATEVER SIS. LEZ GET ETTTT SKRRTSKRTTTTT

Please. 🥺

LEZ GET IIIIIIIIIIT SKRTSKRT (I CANT)

some of these are both smut/angst and others only smut or only angst OK? ok

SMUT AND ANGST VERSION WOOP now we’re talking bby

warning; SMUT/ANGST. gn!reader x skz. subxdom, use of alcohol, sex under influence, minor injuries, penetrative sex, degradation, punishment, nicknames, choking, mentions of blood, slight dacryphilia, mentions of tobacco

Bangchan

he’s more pouty but seeing you with scraped knees makes him mad

mad because he cares so much about you 

“y/n you’re being stupid”

you fall into his arms, just as mad back at it

“if im so stupid then leave” 

he looks at you, dumbfounded but then mad

“fine, then i’ll leave” he says, clearly hurt by your words but holding tightly to his pride, storming off.

as the door closes you panic, feeling lonely and paranoid at the same time

you never really being good with alcohol anyways

so him leaving you in this vulnerable state made you feel,,, bad :((

you run after him and eventually catch up 

right as you get to him you stumble, scraping your knee and your hand

he turned around quickly, filled with worry but also pure rage

“you’re so stupid y/n” he says leaning down and looking you into your glossy eyes

“h-help me channie” you say, your voice frail

he sighes, picking you up and the two of you going back home

Minho

be scared be real fucking scared

you aint walking for a week nuh uh

fucks you DEEP 

deeper than ever

boy is mad as fuck, he just lashes out on you for being so stupid as to walk home alone in the middle of the night. 

he complains and scolds you whilst he’s railing you oop

“fucking stupid, walking like that all alone”

you are practically crying underneath him, not sure if it’s from him scolding you or from how DEEP this man goes 

pounding some sense into you LMAO

lots of choking OOF

denying your orgasm until you’re crying

“yeah thats right, cry for me” (lmao cue twice)

NAH BUT A SWEETHEART AFTERWARDS I PROMISE 

Changbin

“what if you get injured y/n?” he says, holding your hand on your way home

“i didn’t!” you say confidently 

“then whats that?” he says, pointing at your bleeding knees

“n-nothing” you say, limping forward

“should listen to me more” he says quickly, puffing his cheeks in frustration

“i do listen, just,,, just let me have f-fun!” your head spinning. 

“but thats not having fun y/n, thats called being stupid and destroying your health” he spits on the ground

“alright then let me, not like it’s affecting you in any way” you slur out, changbin looking at you through hooded eyes as he exhales loudly

“maybe if you’d stop being drunk all the time you’d actually see how it is effecting me” he says, letting go of your hand causing you to stumble over your own legs

you hit the cold concrete in the dark as he walks home

“come back when you’ve thought about your actions”

Hyunjin

he paces back and forward in the hallway, waiting for you

the door creaks open and you, looking like a mess, appear infront of him

“where were you? i was worried sick y/n! you cant just do-”

“shush,,, i want a,, a hug” you stammer out, getting closer to him and smelling of cigarettes and alcohol

he pushes you away, glaring at you through dark eyes

“do you even care about me?” 

you tilt your head, feeling more unstable for every second that goes by. 

“of course hyunnie!” you smile lazily at him 

but he’s not buying any of it

i feel like he holds grudges for a long time??? idk just me??

“i’ll sleep on the couch, dont come close to me”

bruh his voice and tone is so cold, it send shivers down your spine

you nod, tears bubbling up in the corners of your eyes. 

Jisung

“im not helping you!” jisung says, you rubbing your thighs together, always feeling needy when drunk

“pl-please sungie, i-i wont drink ever again i-if you help,,, me”

he cocks his eyebrow at you, licking the inside of his cheek

“mhm.. you think im stupid enough to fall for that? what do you really think of me babygirl/babyboy”

you scratch the back of your head, not knowing what to answer

“y-you fell for it last time~”

he scoffs, pissed at the fact that you came stumbling through the door in the middle of the night

him waiting for you and being filled sick with worry

he leans closer to your ear, feeling the smell of liquor 

“why should i help you? sluts like you dont deserve me”

you whine at his words, not helping with your neediness

“please,, jisung i,, just help me!” you were started to get pouty to which he chuckles

“beg nicely”

Felix

“where were you”

his voice is like LOW low

he sits with his legs spread apart

bruh his gaze?!??”! its like black, just blank

you try to ignore him, shuffling around awkwardly but only stumbling from being drunk

“sit” he pats his lap you gulp, having no other choice but to listen

you sit down on his lap

your eyes are running all over the room, looking everywhere but at felix

“was my slut out drinking?” 

BRUH YOU JUST STARE AT HIM

he only says that when he’s mad, ONLY

so now you’re scared but you nod, barely having your eyes open

he hums, his voice vibrating through your ears

“you agree, you’re a slut?”

you nod again and before you know it theres a hand wrapped around your throat, pushing on the sides and making you feel even more lightheaded. 

his mouth gets close to your ear

his warm breath desending down your cheek

“dont make me do this kitten”

Seungmin

frustrated 

he gets a call from one of your friends that tell you that you’re passed out on the street

he picks you up, you barely standing on your own two legs and the entire way home he didnt say a word

as soon as the door to your home closes he starts yelling at you

“dont you have any thoughts in that dumb head of yours?”

you start tearing up from his loud and stern voice, leaning against a wall. 

“i-im sorry minnie” 

that being the only sentence he understood, the rest sounding more like blabbering

“are you really sorry y/n, are you??!”

“y-yes,,, just tired~”

without saying anything more he grabs his jacket and leaves

slamming the door behind him

at first you dont understand but then the silence takes over, leaving you wrapped with a lonely blanket as tranquility

“m-minnie?” you call out as if he was still there but being met by nothing but pure silence

you slide down against the wall, crying as seungmin peeks through the door, feeling bad for making you cry 

Jeongin

“enough”

he grabs the bottle from your hand, placing it beside him as the two of you were drinking at home. 

“but whyyy?~ we were just getting started innie~”

he looks at you with a puzzled expression

your cheeks flaming hot and your eyes drooping down

“cant you just stop y/n?”

you meet his brown eyes, not understanding what he meant

“hm? whatchu mean~?

he sighs loudly, seeing you roll around on the floor

“why can’t you just control yourself? why do i always have to take care of you?”

you laugh, your thoughts gone with the wind

“thats funny innie!”

poor boy gets frustrated and lays down, hovering above you

“is it funny if i do this?”

he kisses you, slowly trailing his fingertips downwards

OK I HAVE ONE REQUEST LEFT IN MY INBOX SO GOTTA DO THAT!! and after that im gonna start posting/working more on fics even though... i feel shit about writing fics because they never turn out that good huh.... AH WELL at least im trying T-T 

hard/soft thoughts are always welcome ><

[channiebbang]

karma

synopsis: seungmin can't overcome the guilt that deceiving y/n has brought, realizing his true feelings for the girl he wronged. or alternatively, where y/n stands for self love and rejects seungmin. (part 2 of bet)

characters: Seungmin, Han, Felix and Main Character

pairing: regretful!seungmin x maincharacter

genre: angst

word count: 3.3k

warnings: none

requested: yes

author’s note: a few of you requested a part two of the seungmin fic 'bet' so here it is hehe i really like how this turned out to be. i know you wanted me to make y/m this badass bitch and as much as i wanted to write her like that that's not really how she is for this fic. however, i hope you like how she still stays put on her new boundaries and her need to make the better decision for her own good instead of running on possibilities. ANYWAYS! i hope you enjoy this, let me know how you like it and if you like it 🥺💛

"did you order, yet?"

seungmin's eyes left the menu board above and set on felix beside him.

"oh, you're here? not yet," he responded looking back at the board, "what do you want?" he asked. felix hummed before quickly deciding as they stepped up to the cashier.

"hello, are you ready to order?" the guy asked. the two friends ordered before stepping to the side to wait for it to be ready.

"have you looked around the campus yet?" felix asked as he leaned back to the counter top, seungmin shook his head.

"not yet, but i walked by a few nice places to eat. i might show chan later," he snorted, felix nodded a small smile pulling at his lips. a comfortable silence fell on the two before felix cleared his throat, thinking if he should bring it up or not. fuck it, he thought.

"have you heard about y/n?" he asked cautiously. seungmin's head snapped towards the black haired boy, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"what about her?" his voice came out small, throat drying up as felix looked away in thought again, before turning back to him.

"you do know she's here too, right?"

seungmin nodded, waiting for felix to continue. he wanted to believe he didn't care anymore that she was going to be closer to him, he wanted to believe he was over her, that he was over the wrongs he did. that's what chan talked to him about when him and the boys chose the university. the oldest wanted to be sure seungmin was fine before anything.

"i know, it's going to be okay," he muttered just as their order was called, promptly making felix close his mouth just as he was about to call out the other on his bullshit.

there came some advantages in living with your bestfriends but with those advantages came disadvantages too, and for seungmin it was the process of having to realize the grave mistake he did when he hurt y/n. because as he came to the realization that he was utterly and completely neck deep into his feelings, his friends saw him come to the conclusion too. they had to watch him close himself in self hate and regret, had to see the countless nights he would stay up drowning in school work and assignments that weren't due until the next month, or the nights he would stay up staring at the tv screen in the living room as he took his mind off of his thoughts.

they had never spoken about it but they and seungmin had come to terms with the truth, until one day chan had had enough and sat everyone down and spoken about the elephant in the room.

that was how seungmin broke down and told them about his regrets and how much he missed y/n and how much he wished he didn't play with her, because in the process of playing with her he played with himself and lost who cared about him dearly when he couldn't care about himself.

kim seungmin had fucked himself over with his own hands and he didn't know how he could make it better.

-

"this looks good for now," y/n stepped back, her back against the door, as she rested her hands on her hips.

"good? this looks more than good enough! thank you so much for the help!" her roommate exclaimed from beside her. y/n chuckled as she nodded to the girl.

"thank god i have you as my roomie and not someone hard to communicate with," y/n bumped her shoulder with the girls as she smiled big.

"for real, i was so scared," eunsoo held her hand against her chest as she spoke. y/n nodded her head when the sudden sound of knocking made the two turn her their heads to the closed door.

"oh, that must be my boyfriend," eunsoo muttered in thought before turning to the girl beside her, "do you mind if he comes over? i didn't even ask for your permission," her voice laced with apology and y/n shook her head before taking her newly dark brown dyed hair out of the messy ponytail.

"not at all, i'm super chill about it," she chuckled as she moved towards her own bedroom and grabbed her water bottle on the way out. eunsoo thanked her before she walked out of room to open the door.

"hi" her voice chirped as she threw her arms around the boy and y/n smiled softly as she heard them talk outside.

"hey," eunsoo spoke from the doorstep, y/n hummed as she looked over.

"come meet him?" the girl asked and y/n smiled as she nodded.

"i hope i don't scare him away from you, i kinda look like shit," y/n giggled as she walked with eunsoo, the latter assuring her she looked just fine.

the boy stood with his back towards the two, his head down as he typed on his phone, bleached hair covered by a hat put on backwards, when he heard someone call his name.

"sung," eunsoo, pulled at the bottom of his tee and he turned around, putting his phone away, his lips pulling on a smile right away.

"jisung?"

his eyes snapped up towards the girl beside his girlfriend at the new voice. only it wasn't all that new. his eyes widened in suprise.

"y/n?" he muttered, mouth agape as y/n's lips slowly pulled into a wide smile. it took a moment to process but soon his lips lifted in a smile too. eunsoo looked between the two with big eyes.

y/n took a few large steps before throwing her arms around the boy, squeezing the life out of him, jisung doing just the same as he laughed out.

"i can't believe this!" he chuckled as y/n pulled away, only to carefully looking him over, "i knew you were here, but what were the odds?" he shook her by the shoulders as she nodded, eyes shining.

"uhh you guys know each other?" eunsoo asked in a small voice, surprised her very introverted boyfriend was being this friendly with someone. the two turned to the girl.

"are you kidding? this is the y/n," it was jisung who spoke, his eyes trained back on the girl as y/n looked at eunsoo. the latter's eyes widened.

"y/n? you mean y/n y/n?" she asked and jisung nodded.

"i'm assuming that's me," y/n chuckled as she looked back up at jisung, her eyes flickering to his hat before she leaned back to take a look of the front.

"you still have that?" she asked as she nodded to the hat and jisung took it off before putting it on the right way, smile big on his lips.

"off course i have it," he grinned and eunsoo rolled her eyes.

"he washes it every month diligently, it's surprising how much he cares about a hat but i understand now," she giggled as jisung pulled her to his side and ruffled her hair before throwing his arm around her. y/n smiled fondly.

"how are the guys? is innie doing good?" y/n asked and jisung nodded.

"everyone's okay, jeongin is coming here next semester, he's graduating early," he smiled, remembering y/n's attachment to their youngest friend.

"who else is studying her?" she asked overwhelmed by the reunion. after all these were the only people she could call her own, even if for a short while and even after what happened.

"everyone; me, hyunjin, changbin, minho, channie, lix, seung..." jisung's eyes snapped to y/n's quickly before she nodded, smile never faltering, "seungmin too," he cleared his throat. eunsoo poked his side softly as a warning. even after knowing her for a short while, she too already felt an attachment to y/n. the feeling of shielding her from bad memories had her feeling defensive to the girl. y/n's eyes picked up their behavior and she smiled gratefully.

"it's okay ji, i'm over it," she assured the boy and he looked her in the eye, to make sure she was telling the truth and she nodded, already knowing. jisung smiled.

"i'm glad you're doing fine, y/n," he spoke softly and eunsoo, feeling the serious turn of the conversation, excused herself saying she would bring something to eat for the two and slipping into the small kitchen area. y/n nodded at the couch as the two sat down facing each other.

"really, we're all glad you're doing okay," jisung smiled at her and she nodded.

"it wasn't easy," she started, "but i'm okay now, i accepted what happened and moved on, i'm doing better," she told honestly and jisung nodded. he contemplated if he should say it, if he should tell her about seungmin and he decided his friend needed the closure, and a little push never hurt.

"seungmin...he," jisung started slowly, carefully approaching the topic, eyes trained to her face to catch any sign of discomfort, any sign he should stop speaking about him, before continuing, "he regrets it," he concluded and y/n nodded.

"he regrets it a lot y/n," jisung took a deep breath as he played with his fingers, "doing what he did, did more damage to him than he could understand," he confessed and suddenly he felt too stuffy, just remembering what his friend had to go through for his own mistakes. he took a deep breath, "he lost himself for a while before chan had to slap him out of it. quite literally," he chuckled and y/n smiled.

her heart hurt at the new information, she wished seungmin had better days than she had, she wished it was worth it, what he did to her. she didn't wish for him to go through what she went and she certainly didn't wish for him to regret what he did. she wished he didn't break down. and she wished she could careless but she knew she wanted him to go on. after all she loved him at one point.

loved. she had loved him, yes, but not anymore. she moved on. her heart didn't belong to him anymore and her heart didn't hurt because of him anymore either. she could only wish the best to him.

-

it was on the last day of orientation week, when the campfire in the soccer field was held, that minho brought y/n up.

"so who was gonna tell me y/n was here too?" he asked, sass in his voice, as they all were around one of the many fires around the field.

that brought everyone's attention on the guy, changbin throwing him a really? look.

"what? i had to know that only because i saw eunsoo walking around campus with her and they were gone before i could say hi," he pouted, looking away. chan sighed, seungmin clearing his throat out of discomfort. jisung looked away.

"sung, did you see her?" hyunjin asked and jisung cursed under his breath before nodding subtly, his eyes not meeting seungmin's.

"you did?" seungmin asked, surprise in his voice as his eyes widened and jisung sighed.

"yeah," he met seungmin's eyes, "eunsoo and her are roommates," he muttered as he looked down at the cup he was holding.

"roommates," seungmin repeated and before he could say anything a voice interrupted them.

"hi guys!" eunsoo's chirpy voice greeted the circle as she stepped up to it. she waved at everyone as she pressed a kiss to jisung's cheek. their eyes shifted to the person behind her as she threw an awkward smile.

"hey," y/n waved unsurely. the boys gaped for a few seconds before everyone reacted all at the same time. gasps and sounds of surprise going around as they all greeted the girl and asked how she was. everyone but seungmin.

seungmin sat there, mouth hanging open, as he stared at the girl he deceived and he felt a strange feeling go through his body. she looked absolutely stunning as she smile at everyone, as she greeted everyone with the same enthusiasm he remembered her having.

he returned back in the moment when her eyes met his. she had greeted everyone but seungmin, and her lips pulled in a tight lipped smile. she told herself to calm down, she reminded herself that she had forgiven him a long time ago. be the bigger person, y/n, she told herself.

"hello, seungmin," she nodded his way and he sent a smile back, a subtle one.

"hey," he muttered before reluctantly looking away.

-

y/n sat between eunsoo and changbin as they made casual conversation. sweets in front of each one of them as they made sure there were no awkward silences.

y/n kept herself busy in the ongoing topic, making sure she didn't stray her eyes on seungmin for too long, unless he was talking or being talked to, in which case she would look away with the excuse of eating another spoon of her chocolate mousse.

no matter how much she had forgiven, she hadn't forgotten what he did to her, and as much as she wanted to just throw it out if the window and go back to before, she couldn't. she had come a long way to fall back now.

the days she had spent locked up in her apartment in self pity and anger. anger at how gullible and naive she had been. how she ignore what everyone said when it was right in front of her. she told herself that no matter how much she loved the boys she couldn't get too involved with them anymore, not again. not if she cared about her own self. she couldn't throw water on all her efforts just like that.

"alright guys, me and minho gotta leave," chan sat up in his chair, looking at his phone before smiling around the table. there were a couple of protests before the older chuckled. chan faces y/n as he stood up, stretching his arms and legs.

"it was nice seeing you again, y/n," he smiled warmly, and y/n nodded, "i'll see you around campus," he ruffled her hair before he left with minho.

"well, i'll be going too," y/n announced timidly, getting her bag from the back of the chair. eunsoo turned to her, brows furrowed.

"oh? already?" she asked and y/n smiled nodding.

"i have some stuff to sort out at the main building," she stood up and eunsoo nodded bidding a small goodbye and telling her she'll meet her back at the dorm. y/n waved at the people at the table.

"let's meet again sometime," hyunjin smiled brightly at her and y/n chuckled, nodding.

"bye, guys," she stepped away from the table as a bunch of byes were heard.

-

she was just outside the doors when she heard her name being called and her hand that was holding her phone, tightened around it. she took a deep breath before turning around and looking up to the one person she managed to interact the least the whole afternoon.

seungmin stopped a few feet away from her, eyes trained on her and y/n didn't want to remember but the setting looked a little too similar to the night it all fell apart. she took a deep breath as she painted on a smile.

"yes?" she waited for him to say anything.

"i.." he stammered, suddenly not knowing why he had followed her out. he knew he wanted, no, needed to apologize but he didn't know what he was hoping would happen. redemption? reconciliation? forgiveness? his words died down on his throat as she stood waiting. when he hadn't gone on after a few minutes she glanced down at her phone again.

"is it important? my uber is gonna be here in a bi-," she looked back up at him.

"i'm sorry," he blurted out all of a sudden shutting up y/n. she stared at him, not knowing what to say. seungmin took this as his que to continue.

"for what i did, i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have lied to you. i know i'm late b-but i needed to let you know," he took a deep breath before continuing, "i tried calling your old number but it didn't reach, and then i found out you had changed it and i couldn't contact you anywhere, but that's beside the point. the point is, i'm so sorry for what i did. you didn't deserve any of that. you were always so caring to me, you were always there whenever i looked over, you never wanted anything bad for me, i-i," he choked up before clearing his throat, "i fucked up so bad and for what?" he chuckled bitterly and y/n went to reach out out of reflex but she held herself back, told herself no.

"seungmin," she softly called his name and his eyes met hers, slightly damn, like that one time she had seen him overworked with homework to the point where he couldn't take it anymore, and her chest tightened, but she took a labored breath it, "i forgave you a long time ago," she smiled and seungmin's brows furrowed as he went to protest before she continues, "really, i forgive you," she assured.

"still," seungmin smiled, a little more relaxed as he felt a heavy burden being lifted from his shoulders, "we can get something to eat sometime, if you want, my treat."

seungmin hoped she would agree, he really wanted to make things right and if he's lucky; get back the girl he still was head over heels for. and as he waited for her reply, a storm took up place in her mind.

y/n never wanted to admit it but he did more damage than she wanted to admit to. at his words a cold chill ran down her spine. thoughts about history repeating itself ran through her mind, not that she wanted to get romantically involved with him again. but just the thought of it being a possibility had her breathing to falter.

see, after what happened that night, no matter how much she wanted to believe she was over it, a persistent voice in the back of her head kept muttering it's going to happen again, they're all making fun of you behind your back, you're a joke, they're faking it all again, it's another game, it's a bet again as much as she wanted to block those words out. and maybe to some extent she believe that too, but how could she not. so she took a deep breath.

"i don't think that's a good idea, seungmin," she muttered as she looked down at her shoes, before looking back up to him, "after all that happened i can't go back to that, i'm sorry," she whispered a sad smile painted on her lips and seungmin nodded, eyes burning again.

"even if it was just as friends, it would be better if we just met with everyone," y/n looked away, seungmin doing the same. he gulped down the bitter taste in his mouth and told himself he had this coming. of course she wouldn't trust me, he thought.

just then, as if sent from above, y/n's uber stopped at the side of the road and she checked the number plate before turning back to seungmin, lips pulling in a small smile.

"i'll see you around, seung," she spoke softly and seungmin felt his heart shatter as she called him by the nickname she used to call him and the widened eyes told him she had done it naturally, out of habit, and he smiled, nodding. knowing that she didn't hold any bad feelings and resentment for him.

and as she got up in the car and went away, he called himself the nastiest names as the first few tears fell, throat closing in and chest tightening, before he wiped them away.

he chuckled unironically.

"funny how you're the one left to cry now, huh, seung?"

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All Yours ~ MYG [M] [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 2.9K

↬↬↬Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

↬↬↬Genre: Smut…It’s just pure smut

↬↬↬Warnings: Oppa kink, size kink, exhibitionism (locked bathroom) jealous sex, friends with benefits, ‘I love you’ climax, mirror six. I already mentioned in the ask that I wouldn’t do spit kink as it was something I wasn’t comfortable with so I hope this is okay

It was just another girls night out with you and your friends Jihoo and Innie, you'd spent the entire day getting ready with them starting with face masks, showers and then pre-drinks in the afternoon ready for when you hit the town. It wasn't anything big, just a night out for Innie's birthday, you were going to a small pub in the town centre and then heading home for a sleepover nothing huge. Wolf whistled filled the air of the bedroom when you walked out of the bathroom in the dress you were wearing for the night,

"Look at you!" Jihoo yelled walking up to you and making you do a spin as he looked you up and down,

"What does Yoongi think of this number?" Innie teased causing you to roll your eyes at her. They all assumed you and Yoongi were fucking behind their backs, which was true you were. You and Yoongi had been friends with benefits for months but no one had to know that,

"He doesn't." You scoffed at her hitting her with you clutch bag as you walked over to the mirror to apply a layer of your favourite red lipstick. It was one that Yoongi had gotten you for the bedroom but you liked it too much just to keep it for his eyes alone, you put the tube into your clutch and turned around to face the girls again. All of you were ready and raring to go.

"One photo and then we'll leave. One Innie, just one." Jihoo sighed knowing that Innie liked to take photoshoots whenever she had a new outfit on.

"We could take them at the pub? They have that huge ladies bathroom with the giant mirror, with all the flowers around it?" You suggested but they wanted both, one more and one later.

"Let's just get this going! I'm ready for a drink." Jihoo yelled going over to the window to see the taxi was waiting for you all already, you grabbed your bag and headed down to the front door of your apartment.

"Wait! I can't multitask," Innie whined as she tried to post onto Instagram and walk in heels at the same time, proving near impossible so you went back for her and guided her to the car so that she wouldn't fall. You were going to have to be the moderately sober one for the night if any of you were going to make it back to your apartment alive tonight.

"Don't tag me in that, I look awful." Jihoo groaned as she sat in the back of the cab with Innie both of them hunched over her phone and giggling to one another as they did whatever it was they were doing.

"I'm going to order-" You stopped mid-sentence when you looked over to the entrance of the pub, there stood Yoongi and his crew of friends looking around and you knew what he was doing. He was looking for you, he'd specifically told you that he didn't want you to go out tonight and yet here you were disobeying him...but it wasn't like you were his. You could do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted and there was nothing he could do to stop you, that being said you were terrified he would punish you for it.

"Did you invite Yoongi?" You stuttered trying to keep your head down and avoid being seen but as soon as his name left your mouth Innie stood up and started waving them all over,

"Hobi!" You groaned as she screamed out his name like that, she'd had the biggest crush on him for months and this was probably why she'd invited them all out. It was finally her chance to get to know him some more and flirt with him openly just to blame it on the alcohol if he rejected her.

"Is that a problem?" Jihoo asked looking at the look on your face,

"Why would it be? Me and Yoongi are just friends." You snipped back at her and she smirked,

"Good, Yoongi! Come sit by me," She pushed you out of the seat and Yoongi made his way past you without even giving you a second glance which meant he was pissed off but what surprised you, even more, was watching he place his hand on Jihoo's thigh and start flirting with her. You pushed down the feeling of jealously you were experiencing and looked at anything except them.

"Anyone want a drink?" You asked looking at Innie who ordered her usual, you nodded at the rest and headed over to the bar hoping that the scenery would get Yoongi and Jihoo out of your head. You had nothing to be jealous over, there were no strings between you and Yoongi, he could fuck whoever he wanted to although the thought of it made you sick to your stomach. Fuck you hated being in love with someone you could never fully be with, he'd made it clear the moment you'd started your flings that it meant nothing but a quick fuck every now and again.

"What can I get for you my love?" A thick accent spoke and you looked up to see two big blue eyes staring back into your own,

"I-I erm...I need to order for my table." He nodded and got his notebook out ready to take down the drinks you wanted so you started ordering, trying to ignore the pressing feeling of his eyes on your body. The only time someone had looked at you like this was when it was Yoongi and he was undressing you with his eyes, eye fucking you from across the room or about to go down on you it was sending a pool to your core the more you thought about it.

"I'll bring them right over gorgeous." He winked at you and you smirked walking away from him and going back to your table,

"Ooo I know that look!" Innie giggled looking at you, you sat down at the end of the table and shook your head at her,

"He was just flirting, right? Did you flirt back? I'm sick of you being single and boring! Go and fuck him in the bathroom." You stared at her as she said this to you in front of everyone,

"What? You're always so pent up! It'll be good for you to finally get some dick in you." Yoongi tensed up from his side of the table hearing Innie talk like that to you, you were his and only his. No one else was allowed to just 'stick some dick in you'' that was his job but he could see you leaning into this the more she spoke about it.

"Maybe you should, might be good for you." Your head snapped to look at him and you frowned, he was tracing patterns into Jinhoo's neck like he did to yours after a night together and you felt your blood boil.

"Maybe I will." You snapped at him looking over your shoulder to see he bar worker heading over to your table,

"Maybe he'll like my lipstick." You pulled out the tube and began applying it making sure Yoongi could see exactly what brand and shade it was and his blood boiled.

"Hey," You said seductively to the bar guy, he put the drinks down and you got up from the table walking back to the bar with him,

"When do you get off tonight?" You questioned biting down on your lip a little and the guy blushed trying to think of when he finished, his mind was a fog because your hands were on his bicep.

"In about two hours," You smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek after making sure Yoongi was watching the entire exchange,

"I'll see you later," You walked back to the table and smirked at Innie,

"He's going to meet me later." They all smirked at you but Yoongi was livid, he never thought you'd actually go through with it and now he had Jihoo whining to him about feeling needy and left out.

"I'm not interested like that," He mumbled to her and she rolled her eyes, everyone knew he was interested in you but was too dumb to do anything about it, she figured if she flirted with him he'd get bored and go to you. Not encourage you to go and fuck someone else.

Everyone except you was out dancing at the side of the bar to some loud EDM music, you were sitting on your phone trying to pass time. The more you sat there the more you were starting to regret flirting with the poor guy at the bar, you weren't interested in him. You were just horny and Yoongi wasn't going to fulfil your needs that night, not with everyone around anyway.

"Watch the table," You said to Innie when she came over for her drink, you took your bag and headed up to the huge womans bathroom to try and calm yourself down. You needed an excuse to leave and get away from the bar guy before he finished his shift,

"Innie said you came up," You turned to see Yoongi standing in the door, he put something up on the outside of the door before shutting and locking it.

"What is it Yoongi? Don't you have Jihoo waiting for you downstairs." He walked up behind you and pressed his crotch against your ass, you groaned feeling how hard he was already. He was huge and you had no idea how he would have hidden that from everyone downstairs while walking up here.

"Don't you have the little barmaid waiting for you." You pushed him away from you and walked over to the sinks washing your hands and going to dry them,

"Is that what this is? You're jealous?" You questioned him but he ignored you walking behind you and moving the hair from your neck,

"Oh baby, Oppa has nothing to be jealous of." His lips lingered above your skin, teasing you.

"You're mine." You whimpered when he finally kissed your neck and began sucking on it, Yoongi loved to mark you up but he'd never fully gone through with it. A couple of light pink marks here and there but this one was purple by the time he pulled away from you admiring his handy work on your neck.

"Yoongi!" You yelled looking in the mirror at the mark,

"I'm going to fuck you so hard everyone in this whole pub knows you belong to me." He pushed you against the counter and rolled your dress up to your hips.

"Do you want that? Hmm? Do you want Oppa to fuck you senseless with his big cock?" That was one thing about Yoongi, he was cocky and everyone knew it. He also had a huge cock that honestly felt like it was ripping you in two every time he fucked you but it was pure bliss.

"Yes." You whimpered succumbing to him already, there was no point putting up a fight when he was all you wanted in the first place. You heard his zipper undo and then felt his fingers at your core, running along your folds and smirking.

"Is this all for me or is it for the barmaid?" You choked on air as you felt his tip at your entrance, running between your folds and slicking himself up for you.

"You. Always for you Yoongi." He stilled himself and you whined out, you knew what he wanted you to call him and he wasn't going to move until he heard the words fall from your lips.

"Always for you Oppa, just fuck me please." Just as you begged him and slammed into you giving you no chance to adjust to his size or the angle as he rammed in and out of you at a dangerous speed.

"So fucking tight around me at you baby?" You nodded desperately already losing the ability to think or speak thanks to him filling you so much.

"Already getting dumb around my cock aren't you?" He chuckled deeply and your hands reached out to hold onto anything to stop you from slipping on the floor.

"O-Oppa!" You cried out looking at him in the mirror, he was biting down on his tongue and holding onto your waist as he fucked into you roughly, you could feel every inch of him as he pounded into you from behind.

"Tell me how much you like it, princess," He took hold your neck standing you up just slightly so you could stare at yourselves in the mirror, you whimpered at the sight. Totally open for him to take and do whatever he wanted with you. It was always like that with him, you'd always give 100% of yourself to him and him alone,

"I'm not going to fuck you senseless until you tell me," His hips stopped and he kept himself buried deep inside of you holding himself right at your hilt.

"You're still clenching baby, you like this? You like Oppa fucking you in public? Claiming you?" You nodded desperately yet again. Your head was empty except for thoughts of him being there,

"I l-love it, fuck keep fucking me please Oppa. I'm desperate." He pulled out of you and took you over to the large floor to ceiling mirror,

"I want you to see how I fuck you, so you can see how no one else can please you." You whimpered as he took your neck into his hands and applied a small amount of pressure, nothing bad you could still breath throughout it all.

"Fuck me then!" You yelled and he rammed himself back into you forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror as you held onto the edges desperate not to fall over but your legs were already shaking and weak from him.  

"C-Close." You stuttered out looking at him in the mirror and he smirked darkly at you, moving his hand from your neck and going down to rub your clit.

"You gonna cum all over my big dick? Huh?" You felt yourself getting closer as he started talking like that, the feeling was already so intense from the rush of being out in the open. Plus jealous Yoongi sent all kinds of pleasure through your body.

"Yes! Please!" You pleaded with him nad he chuckled looking at you, he knew you never could last long since he could reach depths of you no other man or toy could for you.

"Cum for me then babe, go on." You whimpered feeling an intense kind of pleasure building up inside of you as he continued to thrust in and out of you, grunting out your name and profanities as he felt himself getting closer too.

"Pussy so perfect for me isn't it?" He grunted ramming himself into you feeling so close to cumming, he'd needed you all night.

"So tight and small for my big cock." You whimpered and gripped onto the mirror as he continued talking,

"F-Fuck I'm cumming! O-Oppa!" You cried out legs shaking as your intense orgasm rushed over your body like a wave and rippled through your sending your knees buckling and your hips bucking backwards into Yoongi as you came around him never wanting it to end.

"Y-Yoongi, fuck...I-" You cried out as he kept fucking into you,

"Shit I love you Yoongi." His hips slowed a little but he continued fucking into you cumming right as the words left your mouth. He panted holding himself inside of you for a few seconds before pulling out and going to get some tissue to clean you up with, you both stood in silence not knowing what to say to one another. You knew he didn't want any strings but you had no idea what came over you, the intense orgasm just made you want to admit everything to him.

"I- Tell the girls I went home, wasn't feeling great." You went to leave but he pulled you into his chest looking into your eyes,

"When we started this I told you I couldn't do all of that love crap," You teared up and looked away from him,

"I know, I'm sorry. We'll stop, I never should have-"

"Let me finish," He laughed shaking his head at you and running his hand over your cheek.

"As more time past and each time I spent with you I realised that I was falling for you. Fuck, tonight made it clear that I love you." You stared at him as he admitted that he loved you too,

"But you told me to fuck the bar guy,"

"Because I was jealous. I love you and I want you to be all mine." He whispered looking deep into your eyes,

"I am all yours Oppa," You whispered but he shook his head,

"Not just in the bedroom. I want to take you out on dates, show you off as my girlfriend. All mine." You smiled at him and nodded.

"All yours Yoongi." You whispered leaning up and kissing him on the lips. His arms wrapped around your waist and he kissed you lovingly, a small knock on the door sounded though.

"Y/n? You okay?" You both stayed silent hoping that Innie would leave soon so you could both walk out without it being obvious.

"Think we should tell them tonight?" You shook your head at him,

"I want to go home tonight and spend time with my boyfriend first." He smiled and heard her footsteps retreating away from the door.

"We better make a break for it then." You giggled and rushed out of the door with him and towards the exit of the bar. 

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Locked In - H.J.S

a/n: so this took way too long :/. my brain cell is giving out fr🤧. i hope you enjoy it!

member: Han Jisung (Stray Kids)

summary: one friday some of you decide to sneak into school and hotbox the principal's office, but you and jisung get locked in together, leaving you alone for a while👀.

warnings: smoking weed, oral(m.receiving), fingering, unprotected sex(always use condoms tho bc fuck them kids loll), slight degradation, hair pulling, a little choking.

requested: yes!! and i wanted to say again thank you for requesting this at all, and i'm still sorry it took so long🥺. i really want to try writing more so feel free to request more too!

"miss y/l/n, would you like to repeat that?" your math teacher tilts one ear towards you from her spot in front of the class, new seating chart still clutched tightly in her clammy hands. every one of your classmates shifts to look back at you, your seat in the way back and clearly on purpose. while you were back there, your three closest friends were all scattered in the front.

each of them watches you as well, on standby in case you need any of them to help you out. ryujin is good at helping you rile the teacher up even more. jeongin and chaeryeong use their baby faces to their advantage, usually throwing the teacher some puppy dog eyes and hardly even saying anything, yet still managing to get her to back off of you guys. in some cases they even distract her long enough for you two to escape.

you're not sure why, it's not like she doesn't know that they're your friends. it must be something about their cute, innocent looks that always seemed to make your teacher forget whose side they were on.

"oh, sure!" you chirp, setting your pencil down and beginning to fold the paper you just wrote on. the words 'let's leave early, fuck this' get covered more and more each time you fold a piece of the paper, your eyes not even moving to look at the teacher as you continue. "i said, this seating chart is bullshit. moving us all from our friends won't stop us, you know. it might be quiet for now, but we are not paying attention," you chuckle bitterly, inspecting the paper airplane as you finish it.

"now we'll just be even more distracted finding new ways to communicate," you hold up the plane to show your teacher, making a small 'pop' sound with your mouth as you launch it to ryujin. your friend lights up and stands to catch it, opening the paper and snickering before nodding at you, chae and innie catching your faces and already knowing what to do.

"you two cut it out right now! shin ryujin, give me that paper!" she steps closer to ryujin, the girl scowling at her as she stands on her desk, holding the paper up high as she crumples it in one hand.

"full name? really? i mean, who do you think you are? my mother? get over yourself already," ryujin scoffs. the teacher seethes, arms crossed and foot tapping.

"get down before i call security!"

"bite me, dude."

"AH!!" chaeryeong suddenly screams, climbing on top of her desk dramatically. "miss, i just saw a rat!" she cries out, pointing towards a gap between the wall and bookshelf. the teacher sighs as everyone else gasps and shouts, bringing their feet and bags off the ground.

"chaeryeong... this school does not have rats..." she rubs at her face with one hand, eyes covered as she boils in frustration. while she's not looking, ryujin slowly lowers herself back to the tile, quietly gathering her bag and backing up. you also get your stuff together and begin trying to head towards the back door.

the teacher takes her hand from her face and nearly turns around to ryujin's desk again, but jeongin jumps up to her side, clinging onto her arm to bring her towards the shelf and timidly pointing towards it.

"no, miss, she's right! i saw it too! it-it was huge!" his eyes stare down at her, wide and shining. the last thing you hear is the teacher groaning, then the bookshelf moving and even more chaos from your classmates, then you and ryujin rush to slip out of the door.

as soon as the door closes, you both break for the cafeteria, deciding on an early lunch like you usually do when you sneak out of this class. you both laugh as you make it to the lunch room, catching your breaths for a moment before walking into the large room.

a few other students are already there too, some in line to get food and some sitting at tables while they wait for friends. you and ryujin head over to where you usually sit, a large table where a couple of your friends already wait for everyone.

"hey guys," ryujin pats yeji on the shoulder, sitting between her and lia. you sit in the seat next to yeji, leaning back and smiling at your older friends. as they begin talking you just take out your phone and headphones, opting to listen to music and scroll through twitter rather than join in.

as you start your playlist you hear the chair next to you scraping against the floor. with only a glance over your shoulder you see han jisung, laughing with some friends as they all sit at your table. you try to bite back a smile as he sits next to you, turning his attention from minho and felix to you.

"hey, you're here early," he beams down at you, opening the drink he just bought and handing it to you to have a sip. you shrug and set your phone down, taking your earbuds out as you sit up straighter and take the bottle.

"yeah, some stuff happened in class today, ryujinnie and i-"

"oh my god, y/n, ryujin! you should have seen, it was so great!" you hear chaeryeong exclaim as her and jeongin come bounding towards your table. you chuckle and shake your head lightly as they plop down in seats across from you, gasping for their breaths through laughter.

the others all give them their full attention, curiosity in everyone's eyes. your partner in crime grins at them both, ready to hear what happened once you left, but you just watch jisung as he waits to hear what they have to say.

"after you guys left everyone pretty much said fuck it, we spent the rest of the class with everyone just throwing paper airplanes and the teacher totally just gave up! she sat there the whole time at her desk on her phone and just let us. it would have been sad if she wasn't such a bitch," jeongin shakes his head, cringing at the bitter memories of your teacher.

"ah, i had her, too! she was awful," jisung scrunches his nose, eyes coming back to you. he's a year older than you, meaning he's also a year ahead of you in school. "i must applaud you, as much as me and the others tried we never got her to actually give up. surprising since there were so many of us, really! you two did what me, seungmin, felix, hyunjin, yeji, and lia couldn't," he shakes his head a little, seeming amused yet proud of you.

you only smile up at him as the conversation continues around you.

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"GAH!" you feel someone jumping on you, hands on your shoulders. with seungmin being consideredably larger than you, you nearly topple over and try to grab onto the closest person to keep yourself up. you catch hyunjin by surprise as you do, his reaction being to practically scream and jump back when you try to grab his arm, swatting you off of him and hardly making it any easier for you.

"my god, you two are gonna kill one of these girls one day," chan shakes his head at the younger boys.

"min, that was unprovoked!" jisung tries to stop himself from laughing, hands on both of your arms to make sure you're steady. this is really pointless given that you've already stopped yourself from falling, barely assisted by hyunjinnie.

he ruffles your hair and scrunches his nose at you playfully. you're sure that you look up at him with hearts in your eyes, your face heating up just from being this close to the boy.

"gosh, my poor baby! just look at how red her face is, she's overwhelmed!" lia exclaims, stroking your hair gently from behind you, then turning to lightly hit seungmin on the chest. the rest of your group all laugh as her and yeji both begin lightly scolding seungmin and hyunjin.

with jisung still not moving, you only look up at him. a pretty smile takes over his face as he laughs at your guys' friends. you can't help yourself as you reach out to pinch one of his cheeks, your face heating up again as he looks at you with a pout.

"what was that for," he tries not to laugh, his bottom lip still sticking out. hiding your giddy expression, you shrug, turning to ryujin before he says anything else.

"did you ever get your phone back from the principal?"

"no!" she frowns deeply, crossing her arms and glaring towards the principals office. she had been forced to go all day without it when a teacher took it in first period. "i went to go get it last period but she said that since it's happened so many times she gets to keep it here all weekend. which, by the way, is a rule that i have never heard at this school!" she nearly shouts, and everyone in your friend group just stares at her.

"sorry, i'm just mad about my phone," she mumbles, arms crossed.

most of the group nods understandingly and returns to their conversations. but you look around and pull together a group of six; you, ryujin, chaeryeong, seungmin, jeongin, and jisung. they all look at you curiously as you motion for them to take a few steps away from everyone else.

"why don't we get your phone back? like, tonight," you look at each of them. they all consider it for a moment, ryujin the only one who doesn't look unsure. "no one will be here past eight. that's when even the last security guard gets tired and goes home, and we already know how to sneak into the office," you point between yourself and the other two girls.

"how?"

"why does that matter?"

"well, i mean, i'm just saying, i don't know how, so this is obviously something you did without me," jeongin grumbles, arms crossed and pouting childishly.

"god, hush up!" chaeryeong lightly smacks his head, not hard enough to actually hurt him. "bigger things are going on than when we hotboxed the office without you scrubs," she smirks, eyes on you now as she waits for you to continue.

the boys stare at you three in shock, seeming more offended than before. "the betrayal," jisung can't help but smile as he speaks, your heart racing you just smile and look away.

"anyways, it wouldn't be too hard. all we have to do is plan a little and come back around nine or something tonight. are you guys down? we can hotbox the office again?" you grin at them, knowing that's all it'll take to get them to agree.

and they all do.

"i would have been on board either way, hell yeah," jisung ruffles your hair, making your heart clench as you giggle and push his hand away.

"on board for what?"

chan, yeji, and lia all walk up to you, curious and already suspecting something bad. the three of them are easily the most parent-like friends in your group. they all tend to try to steer you and the others away from trouble, and you know they wouldn't love this plan. 'just be patient instead,' they would no doubt tell ryujin. the six of you know that's much less fun, though.

"nothing. just sungie and minnie agreeing to help us four with an assignment this weekend," you smile at your older friends. they eye you suspiciously but let it go, deciding that ignorance is bliss.

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"jesus, han, please let me drive back," ryujin shakes her head, fixing her hoodie as you climb out of han's car.

"no way, i'm not that bad! besides, you probably have road rage and i don't fuck with that," he dangles the keys in front of her before shoving them in his pocket.

"he's not that bad," you assure ryujin. she looks at you as if saying 'of course you think so,' and you three continue towards the school gate to meet the other half of your group.

you and ryujin came with jisung, only because he lives closer to you guys. and seungmin lives much closer to jeongin and chaeryeong, so you guys are meeting them at the front gate.

as you guys walk up to the tall gate, you can already see seungmin, jeongin, and chaeryeong come down on the other side. ryujin is quick to jump onto it, grinning down at the three already inside your campus.

"can't believe you guys started without us! how lame!"

"well, when you guys take forever," seungmin responds, offering your friend a hand as she comes down on their side.

"blame mr. grandpa driver over there," she lazily nods in jisung's direction, letting the older boy help her land softly. the four of them wait for you and han as he only rolls his eyes, offering you a boost to climb up.

you let him help you and the two of you make your way over the gate quickly, landing with your friends with ease.

"okay, so we all know where the piggy's office is," chaeryeong speaks up, pulling her beanie down as you all look to her. "i know how to pick locks, so i'll take care of that. after, it would be easiest to leave through the window, it leaves us closer to where we parked and it's just quicker. also it's more fun to leave the window open to let her know someone was in there. sounds like a nice big 'fuck you' to me," she smiles sweetly.

the principal tends to be a bit of a bully. she's been rude to each of your friends on multiple occasions, even the sweetest ones. so it's not like you guys are doing this only for fun. or only the get ryujinnie's phone. she also deserves it, which is why you and the other girls have done it before too.

you guys all head for the office, your steps hurried and quiet just in case anyone is still on campus. it's unlikely, but you all still wanted to be careful.

once you reach the door to the principals office, all of you stand behind chaeryeong and wait for her to get the door open. it only takes her a minute to get it, and she pulls the pins out of the keyhole and pushes the door open.

"hurry up, everyone," she smiles, pushing each of you in gently. she enters last, closing and locking the door behind her as you and ryujin go straight for the desk.

"this one," ryujin mumbles as she reaches for one of the drawers. you help her rummage through it in search of her phone, eventually finding it under a stack of papers and folders. "bitch," she grumbles while slamming the drawer shut, flopping down into the principals chair and pulling her backpack off her shoulders.

unzipping her bag, ryujin begins pulling out the essentials for you guys to hotbox the office as planned. you and chae begin going around the office to close the vents and make sure the windows are closed. the guys all watch as you prepare, only finding it funny that you guys are so used to this.

"so how often do you guys break in here?" jisung questions. you shrug and pull your sweater off, stuffing it under the door to close the gap. hannie's eyes travel over you, now only in a black top and shorts, a smile tugging at his lips as you straighten back up.

"not often... but often enough to know what the fuck we're doing," ryujin speaks from behind the desk, comfortably rolling a couple blunts in the principals chair. everyone gravitates closer to her, you and chaeryeong sitting on the desk and the guys hovering around the desk and the windows behind it.

"i still can't believe you guys do this without me. the other two losers i can understand, but come on! i'm in the same year as you guys, that's supposed to mean solidarity," jeongin complains, coming to rest his chin on chae's shoulder and watch ryujin work on the blunts.

"yah, these two 'losers' are your seniors, innie, watch it," seungmin scolds playfully, stepping closer to pull the younger boys hair lightly. jeongin sits up and pouts, rubbing his head in fake pain.

"oh, both of you stop. i get why they wanted to hang out without us. we're fucking annoying," jisung smacks them both in the back of the head, sitting next to you on the desk afterwards. you gaze up at him with a grin, your heart speeding up just like always as he comes closer to you.

he notices your stare, letting his eyes move down to meet yours. "hi," he smiles cutely, patting your head.

"hi," you manage to respond, looking back to your other friends and trying to remember to breathe as he pulls your head onto his shoulder, his arm resting across your shoulders.

ryujin finishes rolling three blunts, passing them to whoever has their lighter out already. jisung, ryujin, and seungmin end up with them and they share with whoever they stand closest to. you share with jisung, ryujin shares with jeongin, and seungmin shares with chaeryeong.

as all three blunts are lit up and all six of you begin taking hits, the room slowly but surely fills with smoke.

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"ah! oh, oh my god!" you all gasp for your breath through laughter nearly an hour after you start smoking. jisung rolls around on the floor and usually you'd call him extra to joke around more, but now you're right there with him as everyone else clutches onto some sort furniture or something to keep themselves up.

"s-stop my stomach hurts!" chaeryeong cries out, still giggling through it all. jeongin tries to sit up in the principals chair, failing as he collapses in more laughter. seungmin sits across from him in a chair, one that students sit in when they come to visit the principal, the two of them enacting some sort of scene where jeongin imitates the principal.

usually you guys would all laugh at the joke and move on, but given that everyone is high as shit right now, it's been the joke you guys have been dying at for the last twenty minutes. all of you try to catch your breaths as your laughter starts dying down, everyone finally calming down.

"oh, fuck," ryujin gasps, suddenly sitting up in her spot and looking towards the door. you all look too, silent as you wait for her to say more. "i just heard footsteps!" she looks at all of you, eyes wide and ready to leave already. all of you must be paranoid or something, because not one of you questions her. instead you all jump into action, speaking in hushed voices as you all make sure you have everything.

when everyone thinks they have all of their stuff, you all gather by one window and wait for chaeryeong to get it open. the footsteps become louder and clearer as she picks the lock, cursing out loud at the fact that your school had to make sure it couldn't be opened without a key even inside. once she hears the locks shift she pulls the bobby pins out, sliding the window open quickly.

"shit, everyone go!" seungmin speaks as jeongin crawls through first, the two helping everyone get out and on the ground safely. but just as it's your turn, you realize what you're forgetting.

"oh god, my hoodie," you meet eyes with jisung, and he moves aside to let you rush to grab it, telling seungmin to go while he waits for you. bending over to snatch your sweater from it's spot on floor, you can hear the last couple of footsteps before the person stops. in front of the door. you come up as the lock begins to click, a key being inserted to unlock it.

"i swear, it stinks in here," you hear a voice. straightening back up, you clutch your sweater to your chest and slowly back up. it feels like you black out, your heart is pounding and you can't think of exactly what you should do. you don't hear it, but jisung is quietly calling for you to hurry up and climb out of the window already.

before you can process anything properly, you feel a hand grab you and drag you into the open door to the left, a small room full of filing cabinets which you guys were goofing around in not long ago. now jisung is pulling you into it, closing the door just as the other one swings open, the schools principal walking in.

"oh, shit," the principal groans, the door slamming. han still has you in his arms, his chest to your back and a hand over your mouth. your try to look back at him, but you can't turn around fully in his arms, so you just listen to the woman on the other side of the door swearing some more.

"god, those stupid kids must have been in here again! it smells like god damn marijuana and my window is wide open! that's just rude, if you ask me," she grumbles to someone, probably on the phone. "i should really drop by on weekends more often, try to catch them! i'm sure this hasn't been the only time and probably won't be the last... i find this out all because i forgot my ipod."

she must have put the phone on speaker, because as she goes through a drawer you can barely hear a girls voice respond to her. "stop, mom, if nothing is missing then it's fine! leave those high schoolers alone, already... and stop using an ipod you have a phone for that!"

you and jisung almost bust out laughing, his hand on your mouth keeping yours contained and one of your hands going to cover his. the principal tries arguing, but her daughter keeps telling her she's wrong in some way. as the fight continues, she leaves the office.

both of you take your hands from each other's faces, neither of you stepping away from each other as you wait. "think she'll come back?" you glance back at him, shaking your head slightly as his eyes stare into yours.

"probably not, she's lazy. i'm surprised she came back for her ipod," you pause for a moment, still looking up at him. you two struggle to look away from each other for a moment, your mind blurring as he licks his lips.

suddenly one of your phones starts ringing, the sound making you flinch away from him. both of you search for your phones in your pockets, pulling them out and seeing that it's your phone.

"hey, we just saw her car leaving! are you guys coming down or what?" chaeryeong's voice comes through the phone. you put her on speaker for jisung to hear, opening the door and walking back into the office.

"small problem with that..." you sigh as you see the window is closed. "she closed the window. and locked it," you try without success to push it open anyways, han coming to stand next to you as you both peer out of the window.

"well, shit. it wouldn't be a problem... if i didn't lose my bobby pins climbing out," your friend sighs. you can hear the others all yelling and groaning in the background, chaeryeong whining as they do. "i'm sorry, y/n and jisung! i'll have min drive us to go get some, we'll be back, don't move!" she hangs up after that, leaving you and jisung stuck in the office.

"no clue where we'd go, but okay," jisung sighs, running a hand through his hair.

you look over at him and can't seem to hold back the laughter bubbling in your chest, one hand over your face as your try harder. he looks down at you, confused but still smiling. "what?" he questions cutely.

"i don't even know," you gasp. "just... this is so funny for some reason," you realize suddenly that you're still high, nearly falling over as you lean against the window. he stares down at you, starting to find the humor in it as he watches you, and soon enough he finds it hard not to laugh too.

"i-i think we're still a little fucked up," jisung manages to get out, placing his hands on your shoulders, shaking you lightly as he continues laughing.

"no shit, sungie," you reach up to smush his cheeks with both of your hands, giggling even more at his face as you do. he takes your wrists and brings your hands away from his face, his laughter fading as he gazes down at you.

"i like when you call me that. it sounds better coming from your mouth than other people," his charming smile and deep voice nearly kill you. he chuckles a little when all you do is stare up at him, admiration and longing in your eyes.

"stop," you whine in embarrassment as he lets go of your wrists. you bring your hands up to feel your cheeks, your skin much warmer than usual as you blush.

"no way," he mumbles before letting one of his hands come to the back of your neck, pulling you towards him for a kiss. you gasp a little as his lips touch yours, the way his mouth moves over yours making your knees weak.

han's other hand goes to your lower back, tugging you against him. when he pulls back from the kiss, you look up at him, feeling happiness buzzing through you.

you don't think you've ever been this close to jisung, not like this. maybe standing together in a crowd, or sitting next to each other in a packed car. but never with his arms actually around you, with his face hardly centimeters away from yours. your heart pounds because of it.

"you know i've liked you for like, a while now, right?" he asks you softly, resting his forehead on yours. you're not sure what to say, you don't usually do well with talking about your feelings for someone, not to that person. you just lean forward to leave small kisses against the skin on his neck, hoping he'll get it from that.

he chuckles as your lips move against him. "i know you've liked me too. jeonginnie has a big mouth." you move back with a pout.

"what?! how long have you known..." you whine, bringing your arms around him and nuzzling your head in his chest. his chest vibrates with his small laugh, teasingly pinching at your hips.

"not too long... a week or so..." you're able to hear his grin in his voice, your heart swelling as his hands begin moving up and down your back. "i just was too scared to bring it up until now, i guess," he brings two fingers under your chin, making you look up at him again. "i have no clue why, now i wish i kissed you a lot sooner."

you feel yourself melt as he gazed down at you, eyes closing as he moves to catch your lips on his again. as his tongue slips into your mouth, he steps backwards, not letting your mouths disconnect as he moves towards the principals chair.

you two part for only a second as he sits down, guiding you onto his lap, you both giggle at each other giddyly. he doesn't hesitate to bring your lips back to his, smirking through the kiss. arms tightening around your waist, he hugs you close to him as you explore each other mouths.

after making out for a few minutes, he moves down to your neck, hands moving up and down your thighs and gripping your ass every so often. a choked moan slips from your lips as he sucks and nips at a spot near your collarbone, your teeth sinking into your lower lip to stop any more from coming out.

jisung leans back slightly, his expression smug and eyes hooded as he stares up at you. "did you just moan?" he asks, amused and letting his hands roam over your body.

"no," your face heats up and you pout a little. one of his eyebrows goes up, that cockiness still very evident in his grin. "shut up," you mumble, putting your head on his shoulder. you leave a small kiss where his neck and shoulder meet, your own grin growing slightly.

"i'm sure i could get you to moan, too, sung," you chuckle a little, one of your hands going to play with his waistband. you see his eyebrows go up, eyes wide as his breath catches.

"wha- ...here..?"

you hold back more laughter, leaning back and nodding before going to kiss his lips again. he eagerly kisses you back, one hand on your hips and the other tangled in your hair at the back of your head. as you kiss him you can feel him pulling you closer to him, your body already pressed against his, just trying to be as close to you as possible.

hands roaming his body, you can feel his hard chest under the soft material of his shirt. both of you smile as you make out, this moment long awaited for each of you. your hands go under his shirt, cold fingers making him shiver and dig his own fingers into your hips. you hum quietly as he moves to leave hickies on your neck and collarbone, his hands tugging lightly at your shorts.

he pushes you back from him gently, gazing up at you with a smirk. "stand up, baby," he speaks huskily. you obey him without second thought, standing in front of him and letting him pull your shorts down. his lower lip goes between his teeth as he eyes you, hands slowly coming up to slip under your top, removing that next.

only in your bra and underwear now, you go to your knees and start unbuttoning his black jeans. you look up at him through your lashes, smiling innocently as he watches you tug his pants off, hips lifting slightly to help you.

his head falls back and he tries to hold back a throaty moan, failing terribly, when you bring one of your hands to rub him over his boxers. in no time he's panting and fully hard under your hand, so you take his cock out of his boxers and give him a mischievous look before licking a long stripe from his base to his tip.

he lets out a loud moan as you wrap your lips around his head, sucking and swirling your tongue. "ah, shit..." he swears breathlessly. "get the fuck up here already," he growls, pulling you back up on to his lap and roughly attaching his lips to yours.

one hand tangled in your hair, the other travels up your thigh to your panties, thumb finding your clit immediately. you moan into his mouth as he rubs circles over the material, the friction from the lace only adding to the sensation.

two of his fingers go to push your underwear to the side, rubbing up and down your folds to feel how wet you already are. you almost have to pull back from the kiss when he pushes a finger inside you, but his hand at the back of your head keeps you in place, his tongue still in your mouth.

after pumping in and out of you for a moment he adds one more finger, this time letting you pull away to whine and put your head on his shoulder, chuckling as you do. "what, babygirl? what's the matter," he coos, his tone smug and proud under the fake concern.

"fuck jisung, please," you breathe.

"please what, sweetheart," he speaks monotonously, forcing you to look at him, one hand on your neck. he doesn't apply any pressure, but even just the feeling of his hand on your throat is almost enough to make you moan again.

"please fuck me already."

he grins up at you, taking his finger from inside you and lifting your hips to line his dick with your entrance. his nails dig into your skin as he pulls you down onto him, both of you moaning loudly as he fills you completely.

he gives you a second to adjust, your head buried in his neck, before slowly dragging your hips against his. panting, he lets his head rest on your shoulder, eyes closed and still holding onto your hips tightly.

you moan and whine as you feel him moving inside you, hitting all the right spots. he lifts his head to look at you, leaving a kiss on your jaw as he brings one hand to unclip your bra, shocking you that he can even do it with one hand. you don't time have to react though, jisung smashing his lips to yours and his hands moving over your body, stopping to massage your boobs as you ride him.

pleasure washes over your body, making it hard for you to keep up a decent pace. he smiles as you still try, eventually wrapping his arms around you and standing up, setting you down on the desk instead.

his lips touch yours as he starts thrusting into you, slowly building up his pace until you're clinging onto him tightly as he snaps his hips against your quickly, moaning into his shoulder.

"oh, fuck," he groans. "i can't believe you're letting me fuck you at school," his voice is breathy as he continues pounding into you quickly. "right here on the principals desk... what a little slut," he smirks, pulling you by the hair to force you to look at him.

you whine as his eyes burn into you, one thumb moving to rub at your clit. "only for me though, isn't that right, baby? you'll only be my little slut from now on, huh?" you nod and moan pathetically, eyes closing as he keeps a firm grip on your hair.

"keep your fucking eyes open," he mutters, his hand going from your hair to your neck. this time he tightens his fingers around your throat lightly, you forcing your eyes open as he does. he lets out a throaty moan when you clench around him, already feel your high approaching quickly.

"you're gonna cum already, aren't you?" he chuckles as you try to get out a 'yes', the hand on your heat goes to pull one of your legs around his waist, making you cry out loudly as he hits a new, deeper spot inside you.

he grunts while pounding into you, doubting he'll last much longer either as you keep tightening around his cock. his hand tightens even more, his lip between his teeth as he watches your face, your eyes struggling to stay open as the knot in your core builds and builds.

"ji, i-" you just barely manage to get out, cut off by your orgasm when you feel him hit your spot once more. he groans and curses as you cum around him, quickly pulling out and pumping himself a few times until he releases as well.

his cum lands on your thighs and the desk underneath you, both of you out of breath as he loosens his grip on your throat. you lick your lips and glance down at his white seed on the dark-colored wood. giggling lightly, your eyes going back to jisung to see him smiling affectionately down at you.

"here," he reaches for the box of tissues on the other side of the desk, taking a few and wiping your legs and the desk clean before throwing them away. next, he hands you your clothes off of the floor and gathers his own, pulling his jeans and shirt back on as you start getting dressed again too.

once you're both fully dressed again, he pulls you into his arms for a warm hug. he sighs happily hearing your soft laughter, slightly muffled by his shirt.

"please say i can tell everyone that you're my girlfriend now," he mumbles, cheek smushed against your hair. you take a step back, beaming at him as you nod slightly.

"please do."

his face lights up and he can feel his heart flutter, grinning happily down at you. one of his hands comes up to your cheek, caressing your facing gently as he leans down to leave a sweet kiss on your lips.

you feel as if you're glowing as your mouths move against each other, the only thing you're able to pay attention to is jisung. which is why you hardly notice as the door to the office swings open, chaeryeong knealing on the carpet and everyone else huddled together behind her.

"oh, shit!" you hear seungmin exclaim loudly, making you and han flinch apart, seeing them all standing there in shock. there's a long pause where you all just look at each other, no one knowing what to say.

"well, fuck," ryujin speaks up first. "finally!" everyone nods and mutters in agreement, you just rolling your eyes as the boy next to you laughs lightly, putting an arm around you and guiding you out of the office.

"k, guys, let's go," jisung chuckles, walking past your friends and down the hall towards the school exit.