#my friend is like when do you wanna hang out!!

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SHAMELESS - Y. JEONGIN

KINKTOBER DAY 24 - MUTUAL MASTURBATION

SUMMARY : you always had a soft spot for your best friend's little brother, maybe a little crush if you were honest. however, learning that he was still a virgin despite being this hot, you take it into your own hands to show him how it should be done.

-> pairing : best friend's brother!jeongin x fem!reader

-> words count : 4.2k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : sub!jeongin x dom!reader, virign!jeongin & experienced!reader, slight age gap (reader is a bit older than jeongin), alcohol consumption, fingering, handjob, breast play, mutual masturbation, making out, lingerie, teasing, begging, dry humping, marked, dirty talk, use of 'good boy', oral (f. receiving)

+ the way i'm depicting jeongin does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | kinktober 2024

All your friends knew you had a soft spot for Jeongin, even his own sister knew. You didn’t exactly know what it was in him that made it impossible for you to let him go, but your attraction was undeniable. At first, it was truly innocent - you just invited him sometimes to hang out for a while with you and your friends because the poor boy would often spend his weekends alone, and it wasn’t that bad to take him away from his games so he could share a drink or two with you before you left for the club. 

“- Your turn Jeongin, truth or dare ?

- Uh, I don’t know, truth ?”

The poor boy was always a little awkward when he didn’t have his first drink, but once he had loosened up, it was easier to have him admit some things and he actually enjoyed these little hangouts. You were getting ready with his sister and one of your other friends, sitting in the living room with bottles of alcohol and juice opened and ready to make a new drink at any moment. As you focused on doing both wings of your eyeliner the same way, your friend asked her a question. 

“- When was the last time you had sex ?

- Ew, I don’t want to know that ! He’s my brother.

- Come on, you’re not fun ! Go away then, I wanna know. And I’m sure Y/N wants to know too.”

You rolled your eyes at her, and you avoided everyone else's gaze as focused on your own face reflecting through the mirror of your eyeshadow palette as you put the finishing touches to your makeup. The slight buzz of alcohol was already getting to you, and you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you would have normally been. But you could still sense Jeongin’s eyes on you, as if he was trying to understand what your friend meant. His sister covered her ears with her hands while he answered. 

“- Well, I- I’ve never had sex, actually so…

- What ? You’re still a virgin ? No way.

- This is too much !”

Your best friend left the room to go get dressed, but you couldn’t believe what you had just heard either. You had always assumed that he must’ve had at least one or two girlfriends, but you weren't expecting this. Jeongin’s cheeks had taken a deep shade of red - which was cute, you had to admit - as he shrugged, trying to keep some kind of composure and acting nonchalant while he took another sip of his drink.

“- I don’t understand why it is so shocking. 

- Well, look at yourself in a mirror. You might be my friend’s brother but I know a fine man when I see one. Right, Y/N ?

- Uh, yeah, she’s right.”

Your gaze lingered on Jeongin longer than it should have, but it seemed like he couldn’t detach his gaze from you either. You stayed looking at each other for a few seconds, before you broke eye contact with him. The way your heart was beating in your chest, and the way some kind of well-known heat was rising through your body definitely wasn’t something you should be feeling for your best friend’s brother. Soon enough, the subject switched to something else, and you were left alone with your thoughts and the feeling that Jeongin eyes couldn’t leave your figure as you picked up your things to put them in your purse before heading out. Everytime you would look back his way, he would simply avoid your gaze and focus on his phone screen or his drink instead, pretending that he wasn’t devouring you with his eyes a few seconds ago. 

At least, your clubbing session did make you feel good, the alcohol helping you relax and the loud music pushing every parasite's thoughts out of your mind for a moment. By the time you went back to your best friend’s apartment, it was already way past 5 in the morning. Your two friends went to crash in bed immediately, giggling and loudly talking nonsense. The sound of the door of her bedroom closing shut behind them drowned out their laughs as you smiled to yourself while getting out of your high-heeled boots. You could still feel the agreable rush of all the drinks you had but you were conscious enough to think about drinking a glass of water before going to bed too. As you were about to head to the bathroom to take off your makeup, you almost ran into Jeongin who was walking out of his own room, looking like he hadn’t slept at all. You giggled as you steadied yourself by grabbing his shoulders. 

“- Oops ! Sorry, didn’t see you !”

Jeongin's right arm slid down to your waist to keep you straight up. Truthfully, you didn’t really need it to stand on your feet, you were not that drunk. But you let his hand rest against the naked skin of the small of your back that your crop top revealed, his own warm skin heating up your hot one even more and making another sort of warmth run through your veins. 

“- It’s okay. Are you alright ? Did you have fun ?”

You nodded with a big smile stretching out your face to both questions, missing the way Jeongin’s eyes went down to your cleavage and then back up to your face every two seconds. He was trying so hard to not seem like a pervert, but the way you were allowing him to be so close to you, to touch you in a way that was way too intimate, that was driving him crazy. 

“- So much fun ! But I don’t understand how you can still be a virgin…”

The sudden change of subject caught him out of guard, and his cheeks took that same shade of red once more, and again, you couldn’t help but think that he was really cute when he was embarrassed like that. Would he have that same look on his face if you dropped down to your knees and sucked him off, right now ? Would he look at you the same way if you told him everything he had you fantasizing about ?

“- I- I don’t know, it’s just how things are ? Girls aren’t really interested in losers like me you know…”

You frowned as you considered his words. A loser ? Jeongin ? Sure, he spent a lot of time playing video games. But he also spent a good amount of time at the gym, and if only he showed off his biceps a little more, there would be tons of girls at his feet, begging for a chance to go on a date with him. Because he already had a cute face, and a cute smile, and pretty hands, and…

“- Well, they should really start to get interested in losers like you. Because I am. 

- W-What do you mean ? 

- I mean that you’re handsome Innie. Can’t you see that ? If it wasn’t for your sister, I would’ve made a move on you a long time ago.”

With each step you took closer to him, Jeongin took a step back, until his back hit the wall of the hallway behind him. His blush was even more visible now, and despite the pure shock in his eyes, there was also an underlying lust, a contained desire that you couldn’t wait to unleash. 

“- Y/N, I… 

- What ? Don’t you think I’m pretty too ? Don’t you want me Innie ?”

The poor boy gulped down loudly as he tried to not let the bulge slowly forming underneath his clothes become too noticeable. He didn’t really understand what was happening, if this was all a dream or not, but he wasn’t going to miss his chance in either case. 

“- Fuck… I’ve wanted you since she introduced you to me.”

A smirk spread on your lips as you took one step forward again, your chest now pressed against his, making it impossible for him to escape - even though he didn’t want to - and also making it impossible to not look down at your boobs squished together in your ridiculously tiny top.

“- Then stop thinking. Let me show you how good it feels. 

- Please…”

This was the last word Jeongin managed to get out before you took a hold of his jaw and pulled him down to your lips to kiss him. His reaction was immediate, almost like it was a reflex : he took a hold of your waist, pressing your bodies together and his lips moved against yours hungrily, expressing all his frustration, all the longing through this kiss. You hummed against his mouth when one of his hands slid back up to angle your face differently, taking advantage of your appreciative noise to slip his tongue through your lips. You welcomed it gratefully, now fully making out with him in the middle of the hallway, his sister sleeping only a room away. When Jeongin finally let you go, you were both breathless, and the heat you felt had increased by ten.

“- Are you sure you’re still a virgin ? Because you’re a great kisser…”

He rolled his eyes at your question, annoyance written all over his face. You let out a yelp of surprise as he suddenly pushed you to his room. He didn’t have to do much effort to make you stumble back until you were sitting on his bed, proving once more that he was hiding a lot of muscles under his oversized pants and hoodies. 

“- Just because I never had sex doesn’t mean I never kissed anyone.”

You leaned on your elbows, exposing your curves to him as you tilted your head to the side, a smirk taking over your face. You loved how easy it was for him to switch up from his awkward and shy demeanor to someone a lot more confident - and you liked it either way. 

“- How far did you go then ?”

As you toyed with the hem of your black miniskirt, you saw his cheeks taking that shade of red again. Though, he couldn’t detach his eyes from the way you were slowly pushing the material higher and higher up your thighs, revealing more and more skin to his hungry gaze. 

“- I just… Kissed. And did a little foreplay.

- No need to be embarrassed, baby. We have all been there once.”

Jeongin gulped down again as he nodded, still watching intently as you left your skirt alone to go up to your chest, your hands cupping them over the material of your top. You let out a sigh of relief at the action, looking up at him as he was still standing up in front of you, the boner in his sweatpants now more than obvious. 

“- Did you do this ?”

Again, Jeongin nodded, eyes glued to the way you were squishing your tits together and hitching to do it himself, to feel the plushness of your skin under his hands by himself. You seductively smiled at him as you let one of your hands slide down in between your thighs, pressing your fingers against your clothed clit and letting out a satisfied hum.

“- And this ?”

This time, Jeongin shook his head. He was too entranced by the show you were putting on for him to be able to form sentences or even think about words anymore. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

“- Want me to touch you ?

- Fuck… Yes, please…”

You smiled at him in a much softer way as you patted the spot beside you on his bed, inviting him to come sit with you. Even if you just wanted to jump him, you wanted every step of the way to be enjoyable for him, show him how good sex felt. Jeongin obeyed right away, and you immediately straddled him. His hands instinctively went to hold your waist and looked up at you, waiting for your next command. 

“- Tell me if you want me to stop, tell me if it’s too much, yeah ?

- Yes.”

The way the words left his mouth so quickly made you smile again and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into another heated kiss. The buzz of alcohol heightened every one of your senses, and the way you had craved this for a while paired with the way Jeongin was so eager to please you quickly made you sigh in pleasure against his lips. Jeongin drank every little sound you made, relishing in the way he seemed to be able to have such an effect on you. The kiss was slow, but intense and passionate, and he didn’t hesitate to deepen it when he felt like he needed more. And you let him find his own rhythm, let him set the pace. 

“- You really are good at kissing Innie…

- Really ? 

- Hm… With a little practice, you could become the best.”

What you implied didn’t go on a deaf ears and Jeongin shivered at the thought of this becoming a regular occurrence. He wanted that. He wanted it so bad. And his unfocused eyes were telling you everything you needed to know as he pulled you in for another long kiss. You experimentally moved against him, your still clothed cunt rubbing against his boner - to test his reaction - and a pleased whimper slipped past his lips, getting swallowed by your hungry mouth. 

As you started to slowly rock your hips against him, he strengthened his grip on your waist. His breath was getting shorter and you could feel his sanity slipping away. It was almost cute how sensitive he was, but mostly, it only increased your own desire to show him how good it felt to be touched by someone else, to touch someone else. 

“- Does that feel good ?

- Yes… Really good.

- You can touch me, Innie.”

Jeongin nodded, but you could see that he was still hesitant to move his hands away from the secured spot of your waist. You smiled at him as you took one of his hands in yours, slowly moving it up to your chest and letting it rest here without breaking eye contact even once. You could see the way his breathing hitched in his throat and you could see the way he was now unable to detach his gaze from your cleavage. He tentatively squeezed your tit, and you encouraged him with your hums of pleasure, a different kind of thrill rushing through your veins as Jeongin got more and more confident. 

Within two minutes of touching your boobs, he was shamelessly groping them over your top, his head buried in your neck, sucking hickeys on your skin without a care in the world for the marks it was going to leave. Your dry humping had intensified, way too turned on by the way he now seemed unable to stop having his hands on you. But you were feeling that urge to discover his body too, to know what he was truly hiding under all of his oversized clothes. So you gently pushed him away, biting your lips at the way he seemed so clueless, so gone, only wanting to bury his face in between your tits again. 

“- Was it not good ?”

A soft smile took over your face as you leaned down to kiss his pouty lips. It was really cute how he almost forgot about his own raging erection because he wanted to please you, to make you feel good too.

“- It was really good, Innie. I just want to touch you too, if that’s okay ?”

Jeongin nodded again, his brain still having trouble processing the whole situation as you pushed his shirt over his head, leaving his upper body exposed. His cheeks went red again as he saw you detail his chest, arms and abs. You said nothing for a few seconds, letting your eyes devour him first, and then running your hand along the toned muscles of his chest, down to his defined abs that tensed under the feather like touch. 

“- You’re so sexy… So handsome, I knew you were but damn…”

The compliment made him awkwardly chuckle, not really used to show off his body. He was working hard on it, that was true, but since he didn’t have someone to expose it to, he wasn’t hearing these types of praises everyday. And especially not from you, the girl he had a crush on and an insatiable lust for. 

“- Don’t be so shy, baby… You should get used to that.”

And again, your words had an underlying tone that let him think that it could happen again. But he didn’t want to get his hopes up, so he just let you do your thing as you explored the skin of his torso with your hands and the skin of his neck with your lips. And your overwhelming presence soon made him forget about everything that wasn’t what was happening in that moment anyway. Jeongin closed his eyes, not trying to hold back the small moans escaping him and letting you mark his body in hickeys too. By the time your hands reached the waistband of his sweats, he was already breathless and so hard it was starting to be painful. 

“- Is it still okay ?”

Your sugary sweet voice paired with the way you were playing with the hem of his clothes made him nod faster than he ever had. You chuckled under your breath as you let your fingers slip under his pants until you could reach his very hard cock. The first contact with your fingers had Jeongin moaning a little louder and his whole body tensing. And when you wrapped your whole hand around his length, slowly starting to jerk him off, he was definitely gone, definitely ready to drop everything to have you do this again and again. 

“- You’re doing so good for me Innie…”

A small, muffled moan answered your praises and you just smiled back at him as you sped up your rhythm a little bit. Any trace of alcohol in your system had definitely disappeared by now, your focus only on Jeongin and the way he reacted to your touch, the delicious sounds he was making and how good he looked when he was feeling good like that. 

“- Y/N… Let me touch you too, let me make you feel good too… Please…”

He was almost begging to have a glimpse of your pussy, and who were you to deny him. You pecked his lips in approval as you got off the bed to get rid of your underwear, keeping your skirt that was too complicated to get out of right now. You settled back over his thighs, grabbing his hand in yours and pushing his fingers in your mouth to coat them in your saliva. This was partly for lubrication, and partly because you had been dreaming about these hands for far too long to not do it now that you had the chance too. And Jeongin was just looking up at you as if you hung up the stars in the sky, as if you were a goddess, and you liked the confidence boost maybe a little too much. 

“- Let me guide you baby, yeah ?”

He nodded along again, letting you push his hands down from your lips to between your legs. He gulped as you pressed the pads of his fingers against your wetness, feeling what he assumed was the clit by the way you sighed in relief as you rubbed his hand against it. 

“- Just this much pressure is good for me, but some girls like it faster or slower, you have to ask.”

Jeongin listened to you,  but he didn’t dare tell you that he didn’t plan to use this knowledge with anyone other than you. The only things he wanted to learn about were how to perfectly please you, how to make you cum and want more, how to make you come back to him. So he made sure to perfectly follow your rhythm, not flattering when you let him move on his own and started to jerk him off again, this time pulling his cock out of his sweats. Suddenly, you wanted to go down on your knees and take him into your mouth because he did have a very pretty dick - and it wasn’t a compliment you threw around this easily. 

“- Are you feeling good ? Am I doing good ?

- Yes, you’re doing really good Innie… Wanna make me feel even better ?

- Yeah…”

His immediate and eager response despite the fact that he was obviously starting to leak precum all over himself made you smile again. You loved how curious he was, how willing to discover and to let you teach him everything he needed to know he was. You grabbed his hand again, halting the cautious circles he was drawing on your clit to push his fingers lower, having them barely grazing against your more than wet entrance. You both gasped at the sensation, and your back arched slightly when Jeongin took it up himself to push one of his fingers inside, just enough for you to feel it. 

“- Is it okay ? Can I… Can I do this ?

- Hm, yes… Feels good, don’t stop.”

His brows were furrowed in concentration as he made sure to be careful when he fully pushed his middle finger inside of you. The way you were clenching down around him made him wonder about how good it would feel to have you wrapped around his cock instead and he throbbed in your hand that was still moving slowly around his dick, reminding him of his own arousal. You encouraged him to continue what he was doing with your endless praises, and soon enough, he was confident enough to push another one of his fingers inside of you, mesmerized by the way you were reacting - mouth opening and letting out a moan, squeezing him in your hand and your hips grinding against his palm as if it was a second nature. 

“- Does it feel good ?

- It does, Innie. Stop worrying about me, yeah ? You’re being such a good boy…”

Jeongin was always the first to laugh in his friend’s face for being wrapped around their girlfriend’s fingers but he realized in that moment that he was about to become way worse than them. He whined and chased your lips, all of the pleasure rushing into his veins starting to get way too much for him to stay quiet. The way you chuckled before grabbing his jaw and bringing your lips down on his for a hungry, messy kiss had him whimpering even louder. You made him weak, and he loved it so much. 

Noticing how sensitive and squirmy he had become, you sped up your movements around his cock. The thrusts of his fingers inside of you were regular, almost too slow, but it was so different from what you were used to, almost like a calculated rhythm that was starting to get to you and get you wanting more of it. And it didn’t help that his fingers were so long, and that they were making you feel so full, you just had to grind against his palm to get a bit of friction on your clit. 

You were so entranced by the kiss that you barely noticed it when Jeongin’s body started to shake. It was only when you felt a hot spurt of cum landing on your hand that you noticed he was indeed cumming, a strangled moan escaping him as you kept up your rhythm. The way he seemed just as surprised as you was arguably very cute, and you kept stroking him slowly and kissing his lips until he tried to get away from your touch.

“- I-I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t feel it coming…”

His embarrassment was coming back full force, and you were really, really starting to get addicted to how adorable he looked with his red cheeks and shifty eyes. You wiped your hand against your thigh, not caring too much for his cum before you grabbed his face, smiling at him while you tried to ignore the fact that his fingers were still stuffed inside of you even if he wasn’t moving them anymore.

“- Did it feel good ?”

Jeongin nodded and your smile only widened. 

“- Then never be embarrassed about having a good time baby. 

- But what about you ? You didn’t cum, did you ?”

You chuckled as you shook your head, placing another kiss on his pursed lips. You were thoroughly fucked. You knew you shouldn’t have started this at all, but now that you were here, you didn’t want to leave anymore. 

“- No, but it’s okay. I enjoyed watching you.”

There was a look of disappointment on Jeongin’s face as he looked up at you. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, as if he was trying to think about what he was going to do next, and before you knew it, he had you pinned underneath him, his larger frame hovering over you as his eyes were glued to your exposed cunt. Your squeal of surprise at his unexpected move made him look up at your eyes that were now pleading you.

“- Please, teach me how to make you cum. I wanna make you feel good too. I wanna… I wanna eat you out. Teach me.”

And how could you say no when he was so eager to learn, so eager to please you, so pliant when you pushed his head in between your thighs ? And from the way he was hungrily lapping at your folds, you were assured that your “teaching” wouldn’t stop there.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ JUST WANNA BE THE GIRL YOU LIKE .ᐟ

★ featuring: kuroo tetsuro.

★ synopsis: tetsuro and his love for teasing his pretty girl before fucking her dumb <3

★ content warning: smut. timeskip haikyuu. f!reader. older!kuroo. reader on her early twenties and kuroo's on his thirties. dry humping. fingering. oral (f!receiving). raw sex. english isn't my first language, please be nice ☹💐. masterlist. wc: 1.7k

that morning was hotter than usual. it was summer, of course, but in the heat of july all you want is lay on your bed with the air conditioner while you're eating ice cream and watching a movie. you were doing exactly that, having the time of your life, until your boyfriend arrived. you knew he was playing volleyball at the beach with atsumu, bokuto and a few more friends, but you haven't expected him to come back like that. he is shirtless, with his tank top on his shoulder, and his pants are hanging low on his hips. his usually tan skin a bit tanner than it usually is and his upper body is with a thin layer of sweat that makes him glow. you would eat him if he was edible. "hey, sweetheart" he leans in to give you a quick kiss and steal you some ice cream. "I guess you're doing great without me, babygirl" he chuckles, and you laugh as well. "feels good not having a sweaty man clinging to me" you tease, his eyebrow arching. "that's why you were starring at me when I came in?" he retorts back, and you can't help but chuckle. he approaches and hugs your waist, pulling until you're sitting down on the bed instead of laying. his fingers running over your body, tracing patterns, as he leans to kiss you. it starts soft, but you quickly deepen it. you can't help it, not when he looks so good — less when he chuckles, a dark and mocking sound, in the kiss. he leans forward and his body hovers over yours, hands resting on each side next to your head to not crush you with his huge body. "on four" he growls, breaking the kiss for a moment. his amber eyes have its pupils dilated and he is looking at you with want. you snort mockingly yet you oblige, your shirt slides down your arched back, revealing that you're wearing panties. without. pants. oh the groan he lets out after seeing that.

and after that, there it is — kuroo and his stupid, teasing smirk. he knows what he's doing, grinding his bulge against your wet underwear while you're on four, whining and begging for his dick. your moans start filling the bedroom and his growls accompanying them with his damn words on your ear. "you're so desperate, baby, so damn needy. waiting for me on this precious panties" he gently bites your earlobe and a guttural moan escapes his throat when you push your core against his covered hardness, his hazel eyes darkening as your back arches more, seeking for kuroo to finally fill you. his cock twitches in his boxers, and he has to close his eyes to not cum in his underwear like a fifteen-year-old.

a harsh smack lands on your ass, his callous fingers grabbing the flesh after you gasp and look at him over your shoulder. "tetsu!" you moan, and his amber eyes lock with yours. "move like that again, babe" he growls, big hand moving up to grip your neck as he flexes his body, hovering over yours. "holly shit! tha-thats's it, gorgeous" his forehead rests against your nape and he starts thrusting his hips against yours, his covered bulge making you squirm every time it presses against your wet slit. "arch a bit more, pretty girl, lemme play a bit with your clit, 'kay?" kuroo bites his lower lip when you oblige, your face against the mattress and you lift your hips, your back arching and being worshipped by your boyfriend's hands while he lifts his forehead and his upper body is straight again, gripping your waist as he presses your behind against his dick, moving you until he finds your swollen clit. a broken moan leaves your throat when he jerks his hips against that point again and again, head falling back and his eyes shutted meanwhile he gets drunk on the perfect sounds you make for him.

your whine make him snap from his trance. "tetsu, I- I need your dick, please" he chuckles darkly and puts your cute panties to the side, grabbing your thighs and make you spread your legs for him, your wet pussy on full display for him and him only. "what if we start with fingers, huh? will my girl be patient?" kuroo teases, as if he wasn't craving to be hugged by your tight walls — as if his dick wasn't leaking with precum. his fingers run over your slit and pushes two of them inside your hole, stretching out your walls as they clench around them. your back arches even more, chasing your climax as he thrust his two digits inside your eager cunt, his pace so rough and harsh that you can barely handle it. you don't wanna cum so soon, but he makes it so damn complicated.

you know he will mock about how you easily you melt under his touch, even if it drives him absolutely wild. "do you like it, honey? come on, talk to me" his fingers curl inside your gummy walls and your eyes roll back to your skull, manicured nails — payed by him — digging in the sheets of your king sized bed while he keeps thrusting his fingers inside you. "y-yeah, tetsu! just- keep going" you whine. despite the burn on your lower stomach, a part of you doesn't want to cum. doesn't want this to finish, even if you know this is just the start. he starts scissoring before adding a third one, and his other hand squeezes your thigh before caressing your clit. a shiver runs down your body and your legs falter. that's when you feel the climax washing over you, and a dark chuckle can be heard from behind you. "that's it, babe. give it to me" he starts drawing circles on your bud and you whine. "tetsuro, p-please! I need... I need to be filled, please" you beg, but a loud moan leaves your throat when he runs his tongue over your slit, ignoring your plea. he grips your hips and flips you so you're laying on your back. "spread 'em a bit more, baby" he mutters as he dives between your legs, no mercy with your pussy.

his hands move to your thighs and grabs them tightly after you oblige his order. you bite your lower lip and your hand tangles with his dark hair, moaning when he sucks on your clit. he is so messy — and it's hot as hell. the sounds of his sloppy kisses on your pussy as his saliva mixes with your juices are music to your ears. he is practically making out with your dripping cunt, his eyes closed as he hums against your core, his tongue eating you and thrusting inside you, your mind starting to feel fuzzy. he growls and bites lightly your clit, your legs trembling and your back arching off the mattress, causing his callous hands to caress so softly your thighs — a high contrast of how rough he is eating you out.

his tongue leaves your pussy, an empty feeling tries to settle in your chest, but he quickly pushes it away by tracing sloppy kisses upwards. he stops on your stomach, muttering against your skin "you know... you'd look so good pregnant". he looks up at you after whispering that and his amber eyes lock with yours, full of lust yet with a hint of vulnerability. he grins and keeps worshipping you, his kisses reaching your chest, making him growl when he catches one with his mouth and starts sucking on it. one of his hands leaves your body to pull down his boxers, a moan leaves his mouth against your hard nipple when his fat and veiny cock is finally out. he pulls away from your breast, a tiny string of his saliva still connecting both of you, before he aligns himself and start diving into you. "shit, t-tetsuro!" you shiver, a heated sigh accompanying your words as he hums and put one hand next to your head to support himself. "feels good, babe? cuz for me d-definet— gosh how I missed this pussy" he groans and kisses you deeply, his hips starting to rock against your with a moderated pace yet firmly, his full length stretching you. he catches the pace and your nails dig into his broad back, his muscles tensing under your fingers while he gasps at the mixture of pain and pleasure. kuroo growls when you drag your nails over his back, leaving red marks, and he accelerates the pace. his balls are slamming hard against you as his fat cock reaches that sweet spot that just he knows where it is — and hits it merciless again and again. his roughness and his growled praises make you so damn close, and you know there's not much you can do when he angles you so his pelvis smacks against your clit every single time he thrust into you. and he knows it — the way your moans are louder and you have to bite his neck, leaving sloppy and messy kisses there. he can read you as if you were a book he wrote you himself. he has memorized all of your reactions, every single one. that's why when you arch your back off the mattress, your breasts against his face, and whine "tetsu, I'm coming!" it's not a surprise to him. it's not either for you when he paints your wall with his white seed after you clench him because of your ecstasy.

your body is still shaking when he pulls out, a sigh leaving his mouth when he sees his cum leaking from your hole. "you're so cute, baby. you did so well" kuroo mutters while he kisses your forehead. you cling to him, hands resting on his chest as he responds, pulling you into a tight embrace. "lemme clean you, okay?" he whispers against your hair before he disappears beneath the sheets, spreading your legs again and making you shiver when you feel his tongue run over your slit — again.

[quarterlifekitty]

Listen, cucking Johnny is fun n' all but what about Johnny getting his lick back. He's genuinely a little hurt Simon fully stole the girl his best mate KNEW he really liked and he doesn't wanna take it out on her so he distances himself from both while working through his feelings only to meet a couple who take to him quickly. And soon Simon and reader are seeing him with these two randos (they refuse to call these people Johnny's friends or even situationship.) and realize they didn't notice how their scot had become a fixture in their lives of praise and affection and suddenly it's being given to these strangers? Makes 'em both cranky, they want their scot back. Final straw is when Johnny rejects hanging out with them for the couple and now it's personal cause even just as a friend Johnny never rain checked them. Johnny picks up on the jealousy after a while and fully plays into it. (ofc, this is just my lil jumbled mess of an idea lol, love your work kitty, delicious as always.)

LMAO Johnny being like fuck you guys I’m going to third wheel another couple.

In this story tho I do imagine Simon is generally terrible with women because he’s either unwilling or unable to mask. So he really didn’t sweep reader up maliciously— he just noticed how receptive you were and his brain turned off. Like he just thought fuck. Girls never like me. I can’t waste this chance.

And it’s possible Simon didn’t know Johnny actually liked you— he might’ve just thought he wanted to bone down.

[blastiebabe]

just paint my nails, damn it

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

It was a tiring day, you are currently in your dorm room lying in your bed, scrolling though your phone. The training with Aizawa and All Might earlier have drained almost all of your energy. Just when you are about to close the app where you were bingeing, your phone vibrates. A message from Katsuki.

Katsuki:

my room. now.

You roll your eyes by his sudden authoritative text that is actually isn't new to you. It isn't also the first time that Katsuki asked you to be in his room, over the course of the two of you training together, to studying together, eating together, really, being inside in his room together isn't that surprising.

You and Katsuki hangs out almost everyday, maybe as friends (?) But in your perspective, Katsuki is becoming more than that for you. And you don't know what to feel about it. Hell for sure that explosive dude doesn't even see you as a woman. Therefore, these days, you have been trying to avoid being alone with him. Not that he will let you do so like what he is doing now.

After rolling your eyes, you type a response.

You:

nah, too tired.

Katsuki:

too tired my ass. come. now.

You:

Kats, I'm tired

Katsuki:

and that's why you should come here

For the nth time, you rolled your eyes reading that message. You see, this kind of things is what makes you think there can be a possibility between you both. You left him on read and was about to turn your phone off and just ignore him when it vibrates again, receiving another message.

Katsuki:

please?

You groan as you reach for your hair in frustration. Damn it why is it so hard to say no to that damn explosive man? You stood up, bringing only your phone and going straight into his room wearing pjs, you didn't even knock. You opened the door abruptly.

"What the fuck do you want?" You ask with both your hands crossed to each other. You find Katsuki sitting at the floor of his room beside his bed, in front of him is a coffee table and on top of it are nail polish and other shit that one uses when painting and cleaning nails.

"Well hello to you too, ma'am." Katsuki says without even batting an eye on you, focusing on looking at the colors of nail polish in front of him.

You come inside his room, closing the door, then sits in front of him. "Katsuki, what is it? I just wanna rest for fuck's sa-"

"What color should I paint my nails with?" Katsuki asks, completely disregarding your crash out. He holds up in your face 2 small bottles of nail polish, one is black, the other one is orange.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You ask, completely irritated at how he is treating you when he was the one who asked you to come here when you told him you wanted to rest. "Katsuki, I don't have time to do this, I just want to rest. I'm going back." You say before you try to stand up.

"You're not goin' anywhere." Katsuki says firmly, holding your wrist when you were about to stand up. He sits you back down.

"What are you-"

"Calm the fuck down. Give me a minute." Katsuki says before standing up ang going to his study table. He grabs a food tray, with a bowl of katsudon and a tea and water beside it. Katsuki brings it in front of you.

You look at him, trying to put your questions into words but none came out. When he realized you were struggling, he spoke. "The nerd told me you haven't eaten dinner yet. What are you, a dumbass?"

"What-"

"Eat, the only way to bring your energy back is to eat. So, calm the fuck down and eat." Katsuki says before focusing on the nail polish before him again.

You look at Katsuki and the food, then back to Katsuki, then the food, then Katsuki. "Did you make these?"

"What do you think?" He says without looking up at you.

"Aww, Kats that so sweet-"

"That ain't free, dumbass. You're coloring my nails." He says looking at you. You see the corner of his ears turning pink. Shit, that made your cheeks red too.

You proceed on eating dinner, while Katsuki tries to entertain himself by doing random things while waiting for you. After your last bite, Katsuki still haven't decided what color he should paint his nails. You thank him for the food he has prepared, and you bring the tray back on his study table.

You get back on your position drinking water and looks at Katsuki busy on trying to figure out his nail polish. You stare at him for a brief moment, then smiles. Suddenly all the tiredness washed out of you.

You grab the black nail polish, reached for his left hand and put it above the table while holding four of his fingers, studying it closely, thinking of a technique to color it perfectly. For sure Katsuki would not want anything less than perfect.

"The hell are you doing?" Katsuki asks, looking at you staring at his fingers. You see the subtle redness in his cheeks.

You smile. "Paying you back." You speak. "Black suits you the best, Kats. I have always loved seeing black on you."

Katsuki is trying his damned best to fight all his face muscles and not to smile by that sudden compliment from you. You laugh at this reaction from him. Seeing Katsuki flustered is an opportunity only presented for you, so not making the most out of it is a sin.

"Are you just asking me to color your nails so you can hold my hand?" You tease him.

"What the-?" Katsuki was startled by what you just said. Looking at your teasing expression, he groans. His cheeks redder than earlier. "Just paint my nails, damn it."

You laugh.

Oh, bloody hell, falling for this guy might not be as bad as you think.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ thank u for reading! :>> . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ more of katsuki, here! ♡

[kaiyunsim]

valentine —

pairing : best friend!woonhak x gn!reader

summary : woonhak wants to ask the reader to be his valentine but doesn't know how to. when he tries to form an idea, his hyungs decide to tease him.

warnings : fluff, reader is lowkey dumb, none !

a/n : i love woonhak. i want him to be my valentine. ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THESE PHOTOS?!?!? boba eyes are my weakness

queueing : valentine - laufey

— wc : 5.5k — not proof read —

woonhak stares at his phone, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. he’s already typed and deleted his message at least five times, each attempt making him more frustrated than the last. inviting the reader over shouldn’t be this hard. he does it all the time... so why does it feel like he’s about to do something life-changing?

he sighs, shaking out his hands before typing again.

hey, wanna come over to my dorm later? just to hang out. nothing weird. just normal. totally normal.

he reads it back, groans, and immediately deletes the last part. why does he sound so suspicious?

before he can rewrite it, jaehyun suddenly plops down next to him on the couch, his presence almost making woonhak drop his phone.

“why do you look like you just got caught doing something illegal?” jaehyun asks, peering over at his screen.

woonhak quickly turns his phone away. “i don’t.”

“you do,” riwoo chimes in from the other side of the room, lounging against the armrest of the couch. “and judging by how you’re acting, i’m guessing it has something to do with them.”

woonhak freezes. “who’s ‘them’?”

riwoo raises an eyebrow. “you know exactly who.”

jaehyun grins, leaning closer. “are you finally confessing?”

woonhak chokes on air. “what—no! i’m just inviting them over. to hang out.”

“sure,” jaehyun says, dragging out the word like he doesn’t believe him at all. “just to hang out.”

woonhak glares at him. “it is just to hang out.”

riwoo hums, clearly unconvinced. “so why do you look like you’re about to throw up?”

before woonhak can defend himself, sungho walks into the room, pausing when he notices the way everyone is staring at woonhak. “what’s going on?”

“woonhak’s texting y/n,” jaehyun announces.

“and freaking out about it,” riwoo adds.

woonhak groans, covering his face with his hands. “i hate you guys.”

sungho laughs as he takes a seat. “why are you so nervous? it’s not like they’re gonna say no.”

“that’s not the point,” woonhak mutters.

“then what is the point?” riwoo asks.

woonhak opens his mouth, then closes it again. he doesn’t really have an answer... at least, not one he’s willing to admit out loud.

the thing is, he does want to confess. has wanted to for a while now. but the thought of actually doing it? terrifying. so instead, he’s been sitting on his feelings, convincing himself that just being around the reader is enough.

except it’s not. not really.

so, after much internal debate (and several sleepless nights), he decided to do something about it. valentine’s day is coming up, and if he doesn’t confess now, he doesn’t think he ever will.

but none of that matters if he can’t even send a simple text.

he squares his shoulders, determined to ignore the way his friends are watching him like he’s a reality show about to reach its peak drama moment. he quickly types out a new message. something short and to the point.

hey, wanna come over later?

before he can second-guess himself, he hits send.

there. done.

“so,” jaehyun says, leaning in again. “what did you say?”

woonhak ignores him, pretending to be very interested in the pattern of the couch cushion.

sungho smirks. “you know, you talk about them all the time.”

woonhak snaps his head up, eyes wide. “i do not.”

“you do,” riwoo confirms. “it’s honestly impressive how much you find ways to bring them up.”

“the other day,” sungho starts, leaning back with a smug grin, “we were eating dinner, and out of nowhere, you just went, ‘y/n would probably love this.’”

woonhak groans. “so what? i just think they have good taste!”

“and yesterday,” jaehyun adds, clearly enjoying this, “we were picking out outfits, and you said, ‘y/n would look really good in this color.’”

woonhak throws his head back against the couch, wanting to disappear. “shut up.”

riwoo snickers. “it’s cute, honestly. kinda pathetic, but mostly cute.”

woonhak doesn’t even have the energy to fight back. he just prays the reader texts back soon so he has an excuse to leave the conversation.

as if on cue, his phone buzzes. he scrambles to grab it, his heart hammering in his chest as he reads the reply.

sure! what time?

woonhak barely gets the chance to process his relief before jaehyun snatches his phone.

“they said yes,” jaehyun announces, showing the screen to the others.

woonhak lunges for his phone. “give it back!”

jaehyun easily dodges him, grinning as he holds the phone out of reach. “so what’s the plan? are you finally gonna tell them how you feel?”

woonhak hesitates for half a second, and unfortunately, that’s enough time for his friends to pick up on it.

riwoo gasps dramatically. “wait. wait. you are confessing.”

woonhak shakes his head, but his face betrays him, heat creeping up his neck.

jaehyun’s eyes widen. “holy—he is.”

sungho claps his hands together. “this is a big moment. we should prepare a speech.”

woonhak finally manages to snatch his phone back, glaring at all of them. “no one is preparing anything. i just—i just wanna ask them to be my valentine, okay? that’s it. no big deal.”

riwoo grins. “oh, it’s a huge deal.”

woonhak groans, burying his face in his hands. he should’ve known telling them anything was a mistake.

“so,” leehan says, walking into the room for the first time, looking only mildly interested. “when are we holding up the poster boards?”

woonhak lifts his head in horror. “who told you?!”

taesan walks in behind leehan, shrugging. “everyone knows.”

woonhak stares at all of them, betrayal written all over his face.

jaehyun pats his shoulder. “don’t worry. we fully support this.”

sungho grins. “but we will be making fun of you the entire time.”

woonhak sighs, knowing there’s no winning. but despite all the teasing, despite how embarrassing this all is, he can’t help but smile. because later today, the reader is coming over. and hopefully, by the end of the night, they’ll officially be his valentine.

and honestly? he thinks that’s worth a little humiliation.

when you arrive at woonhak’s dorm, you barely get the chance to knock before the door swings open. woonhak stands there, looking slightly out of breath like he ran to the door. for a second, he just stares at you, blinking, before quickly stepping aside.

“hey! uh—come in,” he says, voice a little too enthusiastic.

you smile as you step inside, slipping off your shoes. “why do you sound so nervous?”

“i don’t,” he says way too fast.

before you can question him further, you hear a chorus of voices from the living room.

“they’re here,” jaehyun announces, his tone dripping with amusement.

when you look over, you see woonhak’s hyungs lounging on the couches, all looking way too entertained. woonhak stiffens beside you, but you don’t think much of it—at least, not until jaehyun speaks again.

“wow,” he muses, leaning back. “woonhak really went all out. he even cleaned for this.”

woonhak immediately spins toward him, eyes wide. “hyung!”

jaehyun grins. “what? i’m just pointing out how spotless the dorm is. not a single sock on the floor. it’s almost too clean.”

you raise an eyebrow at woonhak, who is suddenly refusing to make eye contact. “you cleaned just for me?”

woonhak shakes his head aggressively. “no! i mean—i clean all the time! i just—i didn’t want the dorm to look messy, that’s all.”

jaehyun hums like he doesn’t believe him, and you can’t help but smile at woonhak’s flustered state.

before you can say anything else, taesan, who has been silently observing, tilts his head. “by the way,” he says, looking at you. “did you know woonhak practiced inviting you over?”

woonhak makes a noise that can only be described as a dying cat. “what are you talking about? i did not.”

taesan shrugs, completely unbothered. “you totally did. at least five different versions. you even rehearsed it in the mirror.”

you blink. “really?”

woonhak turns to you, looking like he wants to melt into the floor. “no! i did not rehearse anything.”

taesan just smirks. “sure.”

you bite back a laugh. “so you were nervous to invite me over.”

“i wasn’t,” woonhak insists, but his ears are turning red.

sungho leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. “you know, it’s funny,” he says, voice teasing. “woonhak has been acting really different today.”

“yeah,” jaehyun agrees. “super flustered. almost like he’s hiding something.”

“or someone,” riwoo adds, smirking.

you frown, confused. “what do you mean?”

woonhak stiffens beside you. “nothing! they mean nothing.”

his hyungs just exchange knowing looks, clearly enjoying themselves.

“i just think it’s interesting,” jaehyun continues, “how woonhak has been extra… obvious today.”

“right?” riwoo nods. “he keeps acting all shy and jumpy. like he’s got something to confe-.”

woonhak groans, covering riwoo's mouth. “oh my god.”

you tilt your head at him. are you being obvious about something?”

he snaps his head up. “no!”

his hyungs all laugh, and you’re even more confused now, but woonhak is already grabbing your wrist, gently pulling you toward the hallway.

“okay, we’re leaving now,” he says quickly.

you glance back at the others. “but—”

“nope! not listening! goodbye!” woonhak drags you toward his room, muttering under his breath.

once you’re inside, he shuts the door behind him, leaning against it with a sigh.

you cross your arms. “are you gonna tell me what that was about?”

he groans. “they’re just being annoying.”

you raise an eyebrow. “they seemed pretty convinced you were hiding something.”

woonhak stiffens, but then quickly shakes his head. “they just like messing with me.”

you squint at him. “so you didn’t practice inviting me over?”

he hesitates for half a second.

“i didn’t,” he says, but it’s not very convincing.

you grin. “you totally did.”

woonhak groans, flopping onto his bed. “i hate them.”

you sit down beside him, nudging his shoulder. “i think it’s cute.”

he peeks at you through his fingers. “you do?”

you nod, smiling. “yeah. it means you really wanted me to come.”

woonhak’s face turns red again, but this time, he doesn’t deny it. he just clears his throat and looks away. “whatever.”

you laugh, nudging him again. “thanks for inviting me.”

he glances at you, his expression softening. “yeah,” he murmurs. “of course.”

for a moment, it’s quiet. the teasing from earlier fades away, and all that’s left is the two of you sitting together, the space between you warm and comfortable.

woonhak seems like he wants to say something else, but before he can, there’s a knock at the door.

“hey,” sungho calls from the other side. “we made popcorn if you guys wanna join us.”

woonhak groans. “go away.”

you laugh. “we should go.”

woonhak pouts. “but then they’re just gonna keep messing with me.”

you pat his knee. “i think you’ll survive.”

he sighs dramatically, but when you stand up, he follows.

“fine,” he grumbles, opening the door.

sungho is standing there, looking way too smug.

“have fun?” he asks.

woonhak shoves past him, dragging you along. “i seriously hate you all.”

sungho just chuckles. “love you too, buddy.”

as you settle onto the couch beside woonhak, you can’t help but smile. whatever his hyungs were teasing him about, you still don’t fully understand. but one thing is clear. woonhak really, really wanted you to be here.

and honestly? you’re really, really glad you came.

the rest of the evening is surprisingly normal. well... almost normal, if you ignore the occasional smirks from woonhak’s hyungs and the way woonhak keeps glancing at you like he’s got something on his mind.

you’re all gathered in the living room, a movie playing on the tv. you and woonhak are sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between you, while the others lounge around. riwoo is sitting on the floor, leaning back against the couch, and jaehyun is half-sprawled on one of the armchairs like he owns the place.

taesan is on his phone, not even pretending to watch the movie, while sungho and leehan are quietly making jokes under their breath, barely paying attention.

woonhak, however, is suspiciously silent.

you glance at him. “you okay?”

he blinks like he wasn’t expecting you to ask. “huh? yeah! totally. i’m fine.”

you narrow your eyes at him. “you sure? you’re acting kinda weird.”

he quickly shakes his head. “nope. not weird. totally normal.”

jaehyun snorts. “yeah, he’s so normal right now.”

woonhak shoots him a glare but doesn’t say anything.

you let it slide, deciding not to push him. instead, you focus back on the movie, though every so often, you feel woonhak shifting beside you, like he can’t sit still.

after a while, riwoo stretches his arms above his head, groaning. “okay, i’m bored.”

“same,” taesan mutters, putting his phone down.

sungho glances at woonhak, raising an eyebrow. “should we do it now?”

woonhak’s eyes widen, and for a second, he looks like a deer caught in headlights. then he quickly clears his throat. “uh—yeah. let’s—let’s do that thing.”

you frown. “what thing?”

woonhak stands up way too fast. “nothing! just—me and the hyungs have to go do something real quick.”

you blink, looking around as the rest of the group suddenly gets up as well. “all of you?”

jaehyun nods. “yep. very important. super urgent.”

“but we’ll be back,” sungho adds. “so don’t go anywhere.”

you stare at them, completely confused. “...okay?”

woonhak nods firmly, like he’s trying to convince himself. “great. we’ll be right back.”

before you can question it any further, they all disappear down the hallway, leaving you alone in the living room.

you sit there for a moment, staring at the now-empty space around you. something is definitely going on. woonhak has been acting weird all night, and now all of them are in on something?

you sigh, sinking back into the couch. whatever it is, you’ll find out soon enough.

minutes pass. the movie continues playing in the background, but you barely pay attention.

then, just as you’re about to go looking for them, woonhak suddenly appears in the doorway.

he looks nervous.

“come with me,” he says.

you sit up. “what? why?”

“just... trust me.”

you hesitate but eventually stand. “okay?”

woonhak doesn’t say anything else. he just leads you down the hallway, back toward the living room.

when you step inside, you freeze.

standing in a row in front of the couch are sungho, riwoo, jaehyun, taesan, and leehan. and in each of their hands is a giant poster board with a single word written on it.

“will” “you” “be” “my” “valentine?”

woonhak steps forward, standing in front of them, shifting on his feet.

“uh,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck. “so… surprise?”

you stare.

woonhak looks like he’s about to pass out. “okay, i know this is kinda dramatic, but i—I really wanted to ask you in a special way, and the hyungs wouldn’t stop teasing me, so they made me do it like this, and now—”

“yes.”

woonhak freezes. “...what?”

you smile, feeling your face heat up. “yes. i’ll be your valentine.”

there’s a beat of silence. then—

“LET’S GOOO!”

jaehyun and riwoo start cheering, holding up their signs like they just won a championship game. sungho claps, nodding approvingly, while leehan and taesan just grin.

woonhak, meanwhile, looks like he short-circuited. “wait... really?”

you laugh, stepping closer. “yeah. really.”

he blinks, processing, before breaking into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

the next thing you know, he’s pulling you into a hug, arms wrapping tightly around you.

his hyungs erupt into whistles and teasing comments.

“aww, look at them!” jaehyun coos.

“this is so cute,” riwoo adds. “i think i might cry.”

taesan smirks. “we should make them wear matching outfits now.”

woonhak groans, burying his face in your shoulder. “i hate you guys.”

you just laugh, hugging him back.

honestly? you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

woonhak is beaming.

after you say yes, he doesn’t stop smiling. not even for a second. it’s like his whole face is stuck that way, and honestly, it’s kind of adorable. you can feel how happy he is just by looking at him, and it makes warmth bloom in your chest.

but of course, the moment is far from over, because his hyungs are still in the room.

“our baby,” sungho suddenly sniffs, clutching his chest dramatically.

riwoo nods, pretending to wipe a tear. “he’s all grown up now.”

woonhak groans, pulling away from you just enough to shoot them a glare. “oh my god, stop.”

“no, no, it’s true,” sungho insists, shaking his head. “i remember when you were just a clueless little kid, crushing on them from afar.”

“and now look at you,” riwoo sighs. “making big moves. we’re so proud.”

woonhak turns bright red. “i hate you guys.”

jaehyun smirks, casually crossing his arms. “so, when’s the wedding?”

woonhak chokes on air.

you barely hold back a laugh as he smacks his chest, trying to recover. “wh—what?!”

jaehyun shrugs. “i mean, you pulled off this big, dramatic confession. it’s only natural that the next step is a proposal, right?”

woonhak’s face is burning. “you guys are the worst.”

“i mean, it’s a fair question,” taesan adds, smirking. “do you have a timeline? should we start planning now?”

woonhak lets out a strangled noise. “shut up.”

but before he can suffer any further, leehan suddenly steps forward, holding a piece of paper.

“here,” he says, handing it to you.

you blink, taking it. “what is this?”

taesan leans in. “a contract.”

you look down, reading the words written in messy handwriting:

"by accepting, you agree to endure woonhak’s clinginess forever.”

you burst out laughing.

woonhak, on the other hand, groans, snatching the paper out of your hands. “oh my god, seriously?”

“yep,” leehan nods. “it’s legally binding.”

“where did you even get this?!” woonhak exclaims, waving the paper around.

taesan smirks. “we prepared it ahead of time. just in case.”

“just in case?!”

you’re still laughing as you reach out, gently tugging the contract back. “i mean… i don’t mind.”

woonhak freezes, turning to look at you. “...you don’t?”

you shake your head, smiling. “nope.”

woonhak blinks. for a second, it looks like his brain completely short-circuits.

then, slowly, his lips curve into the softest smile.

his hyungs erupt.

“oh my god,” sungho gasps, clutching his chest. “they really like him.”

riwoo fake wipes his eyes again. “this is too much. i’m getting emotional.”

jaehyun just grins. “guess we really do need to start planning a wedding, huh?”

woonhak whips around, pointing at all of them. “if you guys don’t leave right now—”

they all laugh, clearly having the time of their lives.

you watch the chaos unfold, still smiling. despite all the teasing, woonhak is so happy. you can see it in the way his eyes shine, the way he keeps glancing at you like he can’t believe this is real.

and honestly? you feel the same way.

maybe the teasing will never stop. maybe his hyungs will never let him live this down.

but if it means being with woonhak?

you don’t mind at all

- ty pookies for reading :) -

~ bnd taglist - @bxnedo

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[pyfsan]

You're my best friend

Synopsis: Your mother makes you attend a trip with your family's friends after your break up with your boyfriend. You don't want to talk or see anyone. Except, maybe, Jake... your childhood best friend

Pairing: bff!jake x reader

Genre: smut, kinda fluff (idk???

wc: 3k

warnings: oral (fem rec), sex with no protection (don't do thiiiiss), nipple sucking, friends to ??? dynamics, family gathering ambient, jake is soooo down for her

N/A: honestly there's not much to warn in this one, i feel like it's vanilla but in a good way!!! Please bare with me —smut under the cut

You had just broken up a long term relationship and you're feeling like shit. It has been weeks since that happened but still you were so lost, it feels like yesterday... still your parents insisted on this stupid trip anyway.

"Jake and Julia will be there!" Your mom tells you with a big smile like it was supposed to make you excited too. But you have known Jake and Julia for your whole life now, you're not exactly jumping with the idea of seeing them again.

"Mom, I'm not feeling like family trip right now... please! They'll ask questions and I don't wanna talk about it"

"Then don't talk about it!" She says as if it was that simple. You sigh "You're going. I'm not traveling and leaving my daughter alone here to rot and starve herself for a whole week"

"Fine! Fuck" you say as you walk to room so you pack up your things.

You left before dawn and arrived at the lake house on the evening. Your family's friends were already there, since they also had the keys to the house. Your moms were childhood friends so the families were this close since before you, julia or jake were even born. You loved them, truly, you could not picture your life without them, but right now you are not in the mood to family gathering, dinner at the table and small talk.

"You look disgusting" was the first thing jake said when you arrived. Sure you look bad after weeks suffering with this fucking break up thing you had going on...

"And you smell bad" you say back going straight inside with your backpack on your back.

"Is everything ok?" He asks, getting the heavy backpack off your shoulder to get it upstairs. You bet an eye on him again before seeing Julia getting downstairs. You two hug and she starts talking so you feel glad you don't need to answer Jake's question.

Dinner is torturing, your dad let it slip that you and your boyfriend broke up and you can see pity in everyone's face. They try to ignore the matter after noticing you are almost crying at the table but still... the way they kept eyeing you made it worse. So you just left dinner early and went to your room to crawl on your bed.

Some time later the door opens and you see Julia and her brother entering with bottles of wine in their hands and you can't help but smile. It was a you guys thing to drink hidden in your rooms late at night.

They crawl up the bed with stupid grins that makes you laugh and jake opens up the first bottle.

"When were you going to tell us about the breakup?" Jake starts and julia slaps her brother's arm

"I was preparing myself... sure wouldn't be at the dinner table" you sigh before leading the bottle of wine to your lips. "Just forget you know about it, ok? I don't wanna talk about this tonight"

"And what about tomorrow?" This time Julia raises an eyebrow to you and Jake is the one scolding his sister.

"I don't know. We'll see... but tonight let's just drink, I wanna forget this stupid breakup, I wanna forget him" you say and instantly feel a release for saying these words out loud.

And as the good friends they are, they answer your call. So the three of you spend half the night drinking until two bottles of wine are empty and dry rolling on the floor and you are laid-back with your head hanging out of the bed with Julia. Jake is sitting on the floor near you. You're laughing so hard you feel your ears burn as he starts imitating the way his sister's hands were trembling to talk to some friend of his the other day.

"So this is your thing now? Getting boys to your little sister?" You raise a brow and he gets defensive.

"She's not little, we're exactly the same age!" He explains himself. "And I only did that once because he was a nice guy"

"Can you get me one of these?" You ask, pouting at him but jake suddenly goes awkward.

"I think you're busy right now" he says with a dying smile that gives you shivers. But you ignore that weird feeling and his weird stare

"You're stupid" Julia rolls her eyes before getting up the bed. "To your information I had a fever that day."

"Ok grandma, I'm sure you did" her brother says sarcastic. The thing with Julia is that she's never kissed a guy before and everytime jake jokes about her shyness, she gets angry.

"Fuck it... I'm going to bed" julia stands up leaving the room.

"Damn, she's mad" you murmur to yourself as you watch your friend almost slamming the door. "You shouldn't have messed with her tonight, i need her around" you whine, pushing jake by the shoulder.

"Hey, I'm still here" he protests.

"And what about it? Me and julia would spoon all night"

Jake sighs before standing up and climbing the bed. You watch in silence as he gets himself under your covers.

"Just until you fall asleep" jake justifies when you open your mouth to protest.

No matter how close you are, this is not common. You would share beds as kids or before puberty, but since Jake's voice started changing and your breasts started growing you were both too aware of the fact that you were not actually siblings. Sure you never felt or thought anything about him, you actually got sick of the idea when both your parents would make jokes about you two getting married someday. But you guess cuddling a little won't hurt anyone, specially tonight when you're feeling so lonely.

You accept his cuddle and get yourself under the covers too, feeling his arms embrace your body. It feels cozy and warm and jake is smelling like alcohol.

"You smell like my grandpa right now, pure alcohol" you whisper and he chuckles, his hot breath hitting your neck and giving you shivers

"And you smell nice" he whispers too and you suddenly get the urge to hide your expressions from him so you just force yourself to not smile. "Bryce is fucking stupid for breaking up with you" oh, there it is... you almost sigh but you hold it in, too nervous by the closeness to his body to actually move an inch.

"How'd you know he did it?" Your voice is so low that he almost can't hear you but he does anyway.

"You wouldn't be drinking and crying if you were the one to do it" jake guesses

"Let's not talk about this. I wanna forget him" you say after some awkward seconds in silence.

"Okay" he nods behind you. "Can you turn to face me?" He asks and you feel your body stiffing. You don't know if you can actually face him this close so you hesitate in your place. But then you feel his hand moving from your stomach to your waist and all of a sudden the air smells different. "Y/n" he calls you

You flip your body in one quick move and then you're face to face. You can see him even in the dark, knowing his face so well you don't need much time to recognize his expression.

"Jaeyun" you let slip your voice as he touches your waist again.

"Is it ok?" He asks massaging your skin under your shirt, squeezing it softly with his slender fingers. You nod quietly, feeling shy. "Relax, it's ok" he whispers encouraging you to close your eyes and you do it.

You close your eyes, feeling your muscles ease under his touch. You allow yourself to get comfortable in this situation, even thou there's a sound far away inside your brain yelling to you that this is not ok. Jake is not allowed. This is not an innocent act. But you choose to ignore it, you lie to yourself that this is in fact an innocent act. Until you feel his lips against your own. Until his tongue is parting its way inside your mouth. Until you're guiding your hand to hold his neck. Then you start lying to yourself that jake is allowed and that this is in fact ok.

He traces his way until he's above your body, pressing you down on the mattress with his weight, but you don't even care. He's stupidly hot right now and his mouth is doing wonders to you. Your face is heated, your body is on fire and his tongue is the only thing that can put out that fire.

You find yourself giving up of that thought at the back of your head telling to end whatever this is. Oh no, you're not doing that. You let him pull your shirt up and taste your skin, you let him suck your nipples and let him touch between your legs. In fact, you take his clothes off with your own hands when you find him taking little too long to get there. Jake himself is in awe watching the way you move so swiftly as you undress both of you.

"You're so hot" he says in a way he sounds like not even him was expecting to confess this. You look at your friend, suddenly too aware that this is the guy you've known for your whole life and had a room at your family's house. He looks at you the same way, but not feeling afraid of this fact.

His hands are now on your face and jake gets close again, his lips touching yours softly and making you forget that you are literally at your panties in bed with him. You touch his slin body, feeling with your hands the flesh you've seen only by far but feel like you know every inch of it. You've seen him shirtless around the house, by the pool, at the beach a million times, however you've never thought that he would feel so good on you.

Jake lays on top of you, wearing nothing but his boxers and everytime he presses his hips on yours, you wish this little piece of fabric would vanish.

"Jaeyun" you call him, starting to get uncomfortable with your sticky panties.

"If you keep calling me like that i will think of you like this everytime you say my name" he says as he slips his boxers away and you try to act cool about it. You wanna look at his size, you wanna see how your childhood friend actually is before he is stuffing his cock inside you for real. "What?" He notices your looks.

"This is crazy" you mumble looking at him on his knees between your open legs, hard cock and heavy balls. Not gonna lie, you're blushing.

"Still want me to do it?" He asks, running his hands smoothly on your legs. Although he is asking a question you don't feel like he is not certain of what he wants. "Please, let me do it" oh my god, you're so fucked up. Jake waits for you to say something but you actually just pull your panties down and off, opening your legs for him again.

With no words needed he gets down, face disappearing between your tights. You were not expecting this, so you are chocked when his puffy lips touches your wet cunt for the first time.

"This is crazy" you repeat yourself but this time it sounds more like a moan.

He takes this as a compliment and starts working his tongue on you, nose pressing on your clit time and time again making you almost squirm. He's moving like a feral, mouth eating your entire pussy like it was nothing, it actually makes you drip even more. But this is not what you need right now, you want him to end this madness already. All this making you so horny and it starts to feel like guilty because this should not be happening. So the sooner he fucks you, the sooner it ends.

"Please, come up" you say, poking him with a finger. Jake stands on his knees again, a little confused on why'd you stop if he knows you were feeling good. "I just want you to fuck me and end with this, ok?"

"Oh... fine" he whispers back.

You choose to do it in the same position you were cuddling earlier, his chest against you back. Jake slips his cock into you with ease and holds your upper leg open in the air so the angle is better. When he starts picking his pace you close your eyes tight. It all feels so good it's frustrating... when the bed makes a sound you look at him on alert but his stupid ass only let out a smirk and continues to fuck you.

"This is too loud" you whisper over your shoulder.

"Shut up, no one hears a thing around this house" jake sounds carefree

"How'd you know that?" you ask still scared someone will notice the noise but he doesn't give a fuck...

"My own experience" he says and holds your left boob to play with your nipple with his fingers. It makes you moan instinctively and he smiles with that.

"You're ridiculous" you sigh.

You wake up next day with your mouth dry and head feeling heavy. You did not drink enough for a hangover but still... you guess that wine is just not for you. Then you notice you're fully naked and your underwear is on the ground together with the rest of your clothes. That's when you recall. Jake was here, he has been on this bed and now is somewhere in the house acting innocent around your families. As if he hasn't spend half the night making you moan and squirm over his veiny cock. Oh your head hurts just by the thought...

You get up the bed to get ready for breakfast although probably everybody else have already eaten. So you take a quick shower and get dressed before swallowing your shame and walking downstairs. It's 10pm, your moms are watching tv in the living room with julia and dads are on the kitchen preparing some fishing equipment with jake.

"Good morning, sweetheart" your dad greets you and you smile at him before looking at jake at the counter. He eyes you back as if he's about to say out loud for everyone to hear that he fucked you last night.

"What" he mimics with his mouth over to you and you roll back your eyes. Jake chuckles then goes back to ignoring you.

You go to the fridge and prepare yourself something for breakfast then walk back to the living room to stay with the girls. Julia was making bracelets so you join her after eating your bowl of cereal.

"Who's fishing today?" Julia's dad enters the living room. He was talking to you girls as you always join them when they go fishing on boat, but today you're not really interested in sitting on a limited space with jake.

"I am" julia says standing up quickly. She looks at you, waiting for your excited words too. And when your moms both look at you too you feel pressured.

"I am" you say as you stand up.

Five of you walk out the house, jake approaches you and leaves a bucket on your hand.

"You're doing nothing" he says annoyingly before leaving to walk ahead of you. You wanna start throwing fist right there but you suddenly remember the sound of his whimper and you freeze on place.

This was driving you crazy. Everytime someone looked at you was like they knew what you did and everytime jake would say something was like he was bragging about it. But in fact... no one knows, only you two. And maybe this was even worse considering that jake was the type to act dramatically mysterious when he had a secret. You were doomed.

The group finally gather inside the boat and your dad starts the engines to get it to the middle of the lake. Julia and jake both sit beside you and it makes you nervous again. You look at the view on his side, just as excuse to see him at your panoramic view and he looks as normal as ever. Not carefree, nor mysterious, nor like he's plotting something, not even stressed like you.

"What you looking at?" he asks cockingly but with a smirk after he notice his sister walking away from you. And when you take a bit to respond he leans more to you and whisper in your ear "bet you're thinking about me naked" oh great now your face is red. He is laughing when you face him again and it makes it all even worse. Not that you were thinking of him naked, but was it necessary to out you like that?

"Can you not say stuff like that around everyone?" You whisper back with a serious face and jake starts acting innocent again which is common but still annoying. "I'm being serious, this shouldn't have happened" and that's when his face changes.

"So you regret last night?" He asks with his voice low.

"What the fuck do you think?" You're whispering to him but avoiding eye contact at this point "stop trying to tease me, it won't work" you tell him and leave to sit next to julia on the bow.

For the next two hours you avoid talking or even looking at him. Which is difficult, almost impossible, but you try anyway. And when your dad finally calls it a day to get back to the house, you're feeling drained. You knew it was going to be exhausting to be around people after the breakup but you never thought jake would be the reason.

This stupid guy who you've seen eating nose snot is now looking at you like he would open your bra with the power of his mind only if he could and for the first time in your life this is a real problem. Getting railed is a problem.

[women-in-ssports]

Ch 4 Alumni Weekend

KK knocked on Paige’s hotel suite door with her foot, her hands full of alcohol bottles. Paige answered, her confusion clear at the sight of her.

“Hangout’s in your suite,” KK said, stepping into the room and walking past Paige into the main part of the suite.

“Why my room?” Paige asked, grabbing the bottles from the hallway and bringing them inside with her.

“Do you even have to ask?” KK replied, gesturing to the spaciousness of the suite.

Paige made an awkward laugh. “I know, it’s a little out there, but Melody likes nice hotel rooms, so I splurged.”

“Hey, I’m not judging,” KK said, holding her hands up. “Just saying.”

Just then, a knock came at the door.

“I got it,” KK said, moving toward the door. “It’s probably Ice.”

Paige followed her toward the door. It was still slightly propped open with one of the boxes they hadn’t grabbed from the hallway yet. As they heard voices outside, both paused.

“Whose room is this? Because I know it’s not yours,” Azzi’s voice said in hushed tones.

“It’s Paige’s,” Ice replied nonchalantly, reaching to push the door open and walk in.

“Paige!” Azzi said, her voice a little louder. “You could’ve warned me.”

“Why?” Ice asked, unbothered.

“Well, because I’m not sure her girlfriend’s going to want me hanging out in their hotel room,” Azzi replied with a shrug.

KK and Paige exchanged an awkward glance.

Just then, Melody walked out of the bedroom, catching their attention. “That’s a lot of alcohol,” she said, laughing.

Azzi and Ice went quiet as Melody’s voice reached them. Azzi controlled her smile and walked into the suite, Ice following behind her.

At the sight of Azzi, Melody’s smile faltered, though she quickly masked it.

��Hi, Melody. Hi, KK. Hi, Paige,” Azzi greeted, setting down the items she was carrying.

“Hi,” Melody replied, slipping her arm around Paige’s waist in a silent, subtle claim that didn’t go unnoticed by anyone in the room.

Just then, Azzi’s phone rang. “Nika,” she said to the group before stepping aside to answer it.

As she spoke, she glanced back toward the group. “Yeah, noodles and company and pizza,” Azzi said with a grin.

Paige smiled to herself. She knew Azzi had only added “Noodles & Company” to the food options tonight because of her—a small but sweet gesture that made her feel a little special.

“Melody, are you joining us tonight?” Ice asked, glancing between the two.

“No, she has work to catch up on,” Paige replied easily, at the same time Melody answered, “Yes.”

Paige looked confused. “I thought you had work?”

Melody recovered quickly, flashing a smile. “I finished, and besides, I want to get to know your friends a little better. We only ever see them when you play against them in season.”

LATER THAT NIGHT

Aubrey was trying to gather everyone in the living room, but her efforts were futile. Caroline, ever the mom of the group, stood up and simply beckoned for everyone. Without a word, they gathered.

“So, how are we doing this?” Nika asked, plopping down next to Ice and Azzi.

Lou, slipping between Aaliyah and Jana, suggested, “How about we go around and share our best memory?”

“Nah, that’s boring,” Ice said, giving KK a pointed look.

KK, getting the hint, grinned. “Yeah, boring. How about we spice things up a little?”

“Like what Aaliyah said?” Nika asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Spin the bottle!” Jana chimed in, hands up in excitement.

“I know you wanna kiss me, but you can’t, Jana,” Paige teased, laughing as Melody scooted closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

From the stories I’ve heard, I’d rather kiss Azzi,” Jana replied, laughing.

This got a chuckle from everyone, especially when Amari chimed in, mocking Paige’s drunken college days. “It’s like kissing the stars,” she said, imitating Paige’s voice, causing everyone to laugh harder.

“No, no,” Aaliyah added, shaking her head. “You don’t get it. Kissing her is magical.”

The room erupted in laughter, and Azzi’s face turned bright red, though she couldn’t help but laugh along.

Paige tried to keep laughing, but her smile faltered when Melody’s nails dug into her arm, clearly uncomfortable with everyone talking about her current girlfriend’s ex.

“Okay, okay, whatever,” Paige said quickly, trying to shift the conversation. “What do you have in mind, KK?” she asked, turning to her.

“Truth or drink,” KK said with a smirk. “No tap outs. We don’t have to be anywhere until 2 p.m., so you’re all trapped until you spill your secrets, spill your guts or knock out.”

The room went silent.

“Damn, we haven’t done this since Nika kissed Caroline,” Lou said, breaking the silence.

“What?!” came the collective scream from the crowd.

“Lou!” Caroline shouted, hitting her. “Shut up!”

“No, no, tell us!” KK insisted, grinning.

“Nah, you shouldn’t have fallen asleep,” Nika said with a playful shrug.

The first round of questions was easy, mostly harmless fun. Everyone took turns sharing silly secrets or daring truths, and the laughter flowed freely. But then, someone asked Azzi a question that immediately made the mood shift.

“So, Azzi,” someone teased, leaning forward with a grin. “Where exactly did you go the night before the Final Four game in 2025?”

Azzi reached for her drink without missing a beat and downed it in one go. The room watched in a mixture of anticipation and curiosity as she set the glass down, trying to mask the tension that had suddenly filled the air.

TIME JUMP A FEW HOURS

Melody choked on her drink, her eyes wide in disbelief. Did this girl just say her biggest regret was breaking up with her current girlfriend?

Before Melody could fully process what had just happened, Paige added to the question, her voice more serious than before. “Why is that your biggest regret, Azzi?”

Caroline, seeing how drunk Azzi was—well, only a little more than her—tried to help her out and shift the conversation to something safer. “How about a movie, till we all fall asleep?”

“I agree,” Ice said, feeling way too drunk to keep talking.

But Azzi wasn’t finished. She looked at Paige, her eyes sharp despite the haze of alcohol. “Do you want to know?” she asked, her tone cutting through the noise in the room. “Do you really want to know? Because when I told you I needed time for myself and wanted to try again, you came at me like you weren’t already talking to someone.”

Paige froze, her heart skipping a beat. Melody’s face went pale, and the room seemed to hold its breath.

Azzi’s words didn’t quite make sense to anyone except Paige, who understood exactly what she meant—Azzi was talking about three different times in their complicated history.

Before the tension could settle in the room, KK leaned over, grabbed the trash can, and started puking. The sound of it was enough to put a hard end to the evening.

Caroline, with a mix of concern and exhaustion, shuffled KK to the bathroom, then guided her to the sofa, where she could rest. Caroline and Nika moved to take the bed, while the rest of the girls made do with pillows and blankets on the floor.

Paige and Melody silently retreated to their room, exhaustion weighing heavily on both of them. They didn’t speak as they settled into bed, the events of the night lingering in the silence.

The next morning

Let’s just say, thank goodness they drank as much as they did. When Paige woke up, she expected Melody to be pissed, but to her surprise, Melody seemed just as lost as everyone else. Not remembering anything past 10 p.m., and judging by the state of the living room, neither did anyone else.

Paige waived her way out of her room, where heads were still buried in pillows, and a quiet groan echoed from someone who had clearly slept on the floor. She moved toward the kitchen, intent on starting the hangover remedies she knew were necessary. But of course, Azzi was already there.

Azzi looked up from where she was fussing with a coffee pot. “Hey, P. Want some coffee?”

“Please,” Paige replied, grateful for the offer as she took the cup.

Azzi studied her quietly for a second, trying to gauge the mood. If she’s being this normal, she probably doesn’t remember anything from last night either, Azzi thought, a slight edge of relief mixing with the confusion. Though, if she were honest, she could only recall bits and pieces herself.

SCRIMMAGE

The crowd at Gampel Pavilion was buzzing with excitement, but this wasn’t your typical UConn women’s basketball game. Instead, it was an alumni showdown, where former Huskies greats—many now retired from the WNBA—were back on the court, but this time, with a more relaxed vibe. Azzi Fudd and Paige Bueckers, two of the most iconic players in UConn history, had taken on the roles of coaches for the day. Their squads were stacked with alumni, some of whom hadn’t played together in years, but all of them clearly enjoying the opportunity to reconnect.

The game wasn’t about high-stakes competition, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t plenty of pride on the line. Fudd’s team, with legends like Swin Cash, Asjha Jones, and Tamika Williams, played with a loose, fast-paced style—nothing too intense, but still full of sharp passes and quick shots. On the other side, Bueckers’ squad, featuring Kara Wolters, Nykesha Sales, and Barbara Turner, executed a more controlled offense, with occasional bursts of flair that had the crowd laughing and cheering. The alumni weren’t exactly playing at 100%, but it was clear they hadn’t forgotten how to play the game. Everyone was at about 70-85%, just enough to make it fun, but not enough to leave anyone exhausted.

From the sideline, Fudd and Bueckers exchanged friendly jabs, often shouting out instructions to their players, though neither seemed all that concerned about strategy.

“Come on, Swin! You used to hit those in your sleep!” Fudd shouted, watching as Cash missed an open three-pointer. Cash just shrugged and grinned, a playful smirk on her face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just making it interesting,” Cash replied, jogging back on defense. “You’re not gonna win this one so easily.”

Bueckers laughed from across the court. “I told you, Azzi, I’ve got my team’s chemistry down. We’re the well-oiled machine today,” she called, giving Fudd a wink.

“Chemistry?” Fudd shot back. “You mean we’re just waiting for Nykesha to pull something out of her hat.” She gestured toward Sales, who had just hit a wild turnaround jumper that made everyone in the gym stop and applaud.

The game proceeded in the same lighthearted spirit, with both teams exchanging points in a friendly back-and-forth. At one point, Asjha Jones attempted a no-look pass to Swin Cash, only for the ball to sail out of bounds.

“I swear, I could’ve made that pass in my sleep,” Jones called out, hands on her hips.

“You’ve still got it, Asjha,” Bueckers replied with a smile, though it was clear both teams were giving each other the occasional hard time. The energy was more about reliving memories than proving anything, but that didn’t mean a few competitive sparks didn’t fly.

The game hit a slight hiccup when, on a fast break, one of Paige’s players—who hadn’t exactly given up her old competitive fire—slammed into one of the refs, Nika Muhl, who was doing her best to keep control of the game.

“Come on, Nika! That’s clearly a foul!” Bueckers shouted, hands on her hips.

Muhl, who had been an absolute force for UConn in her time, shot back with a smirk, “Paige, if I wanted to call fouls, I’d have to stop the game every other play. Let it go!”

Bueckers, not one to back down, planted her feet and shot a defiant look. “You know I’m right!”

Just then, Caroline Ducharme, the other referee, came over and added with a teasing tone, “Paige, you keep this up and I’ll have to toss you out of the game, and we both know you don’t want that.”

“I’m just asking for fair treatment!” Paige protested, crossing her arms.

“Fair treatment?” Azzi called from the sidelines, laughing. “Paige, you are the treatment. I think we’ve got enough attention on you for now.”

The game continued after that little interruption, but the playful tension between Fudd and Bueckers persisted. They kept chatting back and forth as their teams moved up and down the court, both coaches making occasional gestures to calm things down or hype things up.

At one point, Tamika Williams found herself in a fast-break situation and passed up an open layup to swing it out to Swin Cash at the three-point line. “I had that one, T,” Williams laughed, though it was clear she wasn’t worried about the missed opportunity.

“All good, we’re just warming up,” Cash replied, taking the shot, which she missed, but it didn’t matter much. The game was more about fun than scoring anyway.

As the clock ticked down toward the final minutes, it became clear that this wasn’t just a game—it was a celebration of the history and legacy of UConn women’s basketball. Fudd and Bueckers shared a few final words of encouragement for their teams, neither one willing to fully concede victory.

“I guess we’ll call it a tie for now,” Fudd said, grinning. “But next time, Paige, I’m taking you down.”

Paige shot her a playful glare. “We’ll see about that. But for now, I’ll let you have this one.”

Nika Muhl and Caroline Ducharme exchanged knowing glances, both clearly happy to keep the peace without having to kick anyone out, despite Bueckers’ brief “incident.” The crowd erupted into applause as the game wrapped up—what had started as a fun alumni game had turned into a full-fledged celebration of UConn’s incredible legacy, with both coaches making it clear that, their love for the game—and for each other—would never fade.

AFTER THE GAME

After the game, the crowd was beginning to clear out, but Azzi and Paige lingered near the court, catching their breath and savoring the last few moments of a game that had been all about nostalgia and fun. But there was something else hanging in the air, something unspoken between them.

Azzi, always the one to break the tension, caught Paige by the hand, pulling her gently into a hug. “It was great seeing you, P,” Azzi said, her voice warm, her dimpled smile spreading across her face as she pulled back, her eyes lingering on Paige’s face. It was a simple moment, but there was so much history between them in that one gesture.

Paige, caught off guard by the sudden closeness, simply nodded in return. She stood there for a second, unsure of what to say, her heart racing slightly. The familiar pull between them was still there, even after everything—though they had both moved on in different ways. For a moment, it felt like nothing had changed. But then Paige felt the weight of the silence and tried to push through it.

Should I say something about last night? Paige thought, her mind racing. What if Azzi doesn’t even remember? What if she’s already moved on? The thought made her stomach tighten. What if it would make everything even more awkward between them?

Azzi, still holding Paige’s gaze, waited for her to speak, but Paige couldn’t find the words. Just as the silence began to stretch uncomfortably, Azzi finally broke it.

“You and Melody seem really good together,” Azzi said, her tone casual but with an underlying sincerity.

The mention of Paige’s girlfriend, Melody, snapped Paige back to reality. For a moment, she had completely forgotten about the life she had built since then. The thought of her and Melody, the way things had felt so right between them, grounded her. She exhaled sharply, fighting the mix of emotions that hit her all at once.

“Thanks,” Paige said, her voice soft but short, the words feeling heavier than she intended. She didn’t know why, but her chest tightened, and she pulled away from Azzi slightly, as though she needed space to breathe.

Before Azzi could say anything else, Paige did something she hadn’t expected herself to do. She pulled Azzi into another hug, this one unexpected and longer, wrapping her arms around her tightly. “I miss you, Azzi,” she whispered, her voice breaking ever so slightly.

Azzi froze, caught off guard once again by the sudden shift in Paige’s energy. She could feel the weight of those words, the unsaid part of them—the ache of a past that neither of them had fully moved on from. But Paige was already pulling away, and as quickly as the embrace had happened, it ended.

Paige didn’t look back as she turned to walk away, her footsteps echoing in the quiet gym. Azzi stayed rooted to the spot, watching her go. The silence stretched between them, filled with everything they never said and everything they never would. They had their separate lives now—Azzi, with her focus on her future, and Paige, with Melody and the life she had built away from the past they’d shared. Azzi didn’t try to stop her; she simply watched as Paige disappeared into the distance.

And for a moment, Azzi was left standing alone, caught between the memories of what once was and the reality of the present.

Neither Azzi nor Paige noticed the figure standing quietly by the side of the court, watching the exchange unfold between them. Melody, Paige’s girlfriend, had been there the entire time, hidden in the shadows, just out of sight. She hadn’t come to the game to make her presence known—she knew it was a special moment for Paige, and she didn’t want to intrude. But when the hug between Paige and Azzi happened, something shifted in the air, something palpable that Melody couldn’t ignore.

It wasn’t jealousy that churned in Melody’s stomach. It wasn’t even possessiveness. It was something deeper, something she couldn’t quite name. Watching Paige and Azzi, she could feel the weight of their history, the undeniable connection that pulsed between them. It was like witnessing a living thing, something you read about in books or see in movies but never quite believed was real. Their bond was magnetic, an energy that neither of them seemed to be able to shake off, no matter how much time had passed.

Melody had always known there was something special about the way Paige and Azzi interacted. It was unspoken, but it was there—an old familiarity, a comfort that came from shared experiences and deep, unresolved feelings. They’d been teammates, friends, and something more in another life. She could see it in the way they moved around each other, the subtle glances, the lingering touches, and the unspoken understanding that ran deeper than just basketball.

Melody loved Paige. She truly did. There was no doubt about that. Paige had become her person, the one who made her laugh, who made her feel seen in ways no one else ever had. But as she stood there, watching the exchange between the two former Huskies, Melody couldn’t help but wonder if she was settling for something less than what Paige and Azzi had.

She didn’t want to feel this way—she didn’t want to doubt what she had with Paige. But in that moment, with Paige walking away from Azzi and heading back to her life, Melody felt a pang of uncertainty. She couldn’t deny that there was a part of her, deep down, that had always known Paige and Azzi shared something that transcended time, something more than the fleeting connections that often came and went in life.

Was she really going to stay? Melody asked herself, her gaze following Paige’s retreating figure. Was she really going to accept this, knowing that anyone with eyes could see that Paige and Azzi were written in the stars? The thought lingered in her mind, unresolved, as she quietly turned away from the court, the weight of the question hanging in the air.

Melody wasn’t the type to make rash decisions, but as she left the gym, her heart felt a little heavier. She loved Paige, but love, as she now understood it, wasn’t always enough. Sometimes, even love had to step aside for what was meant to be—what had always been.

SEEING MELDOY

Paige was almost out of the gym, her thoughts still tangled in the moments with Azzi, when she spotted Melody standing just by the door, waiting for her. Melody’s posture was a little stiffer than usual, her gaze distant as she stared toward the court, though she quickly snapped out of it when she noticed Paige approaching.

“Ready to go home, baby?” Paige asked, her voice light, trying to shake off the strange heaviness that lingered from her encounter with Azzi. She smiled, eager to get back to their routine, to the familiarity of home—anything to put the weight of the day behind her.

Melody hesitated, a brief pause before she nodded, but it wasn’t the kind of nod Paige was used to. There was something in the way Melody lingered, a subtle tension in her body, as though she were somewhere else, her mind still processing what she had just witnessed between Paige and Azzi. The way they had stood so close, the brief but intense hug, the unsaid things between them—it was all still fresh in Melody’s mind.

“Yeah, let’s go home,” Melody replied, her voice quieter than usual. Her eyes flickered back toward the gym, where the echoes of the game still seemed to hang in the air. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted—something that neither of them had yet acknowledged, but both of them felt.

Paige didn’t pick up on the hesitation. She just smiled, relieved to be with Melody, and took her hand. “I’m starving. Let’s get something to eat on the way.”

But Melody didn’t move right away. She stood there for a second longer, still processing. What did I just watch? she thought. What does it mean?

“Melody?” Paige’s voice broke through her thoughts. She looked at Paige now, trying to mask the uncertainty in her eyes. “What’s going on? You okay?”

Melody forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah, just… tired, I guess.”

Paige didn’t push. They left the gym together in silence, but the quiet between them wasn’t comfortable—it felt like a space that had been stretched too thin, like the air around them had become just a little bit heavier. Melody needed time to understand what she was feeling, to process everything she had seen. Her mind was racing with the implications of the day, of Azzi and Paige, and where she fit into all of it.

As they got into the car, the hum of the engine filled the space between them. Paige reached for the radio, but Melody put a hand on hers, stopping her.

“Maybe just… no music tonight,” Melody said softly. “I just need some quiet.”

Paige nodded, giving her the space she needed. But as they drove, the silence between them felt different now. It wasn’t just about the drive home—it was about everything that was left unspoken. Melody wasn’t sure what would happen next, but she knew she needed time. Time to think, time to understand whether the life she was building with Paige was enough, or if something had already shifted beyond repair.

BACK TO AZZI

Azzi felt the light touch of footsteps behind her as she stepped away from the gym doors, the cool evening air brushing against her face. She turned, half-expecting another fan or maybe one of the old teammates to come say goodbye, but instead, it was Rachel—the honey-blonde from the bar a few nights ago. Rachel was wearing a playful smile, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Some coaching out there,” Rachel said teasingly, as she walked closer, her tone light and full of humor.

Azzi let out a laugh, the tension of the game finally dissipating. “Thanks,” she replied, trying to keep the mood casual, though part of her was still caught up in the earlier moments with Paige. She pushed those thoughts aside—this was about having fun. Nothing more.

Rachel didn’t waste any time. “So, about that date,” she said, taking a tentative step toward Azzi, her voice now soft, but her intent clear. “You still up for it?”

Azzi’s mind immediately flashed back to the night she’d spent talking with Rachel—casual, fun, and free of any real expectations. But as much as she tried to stay present, she couldn’t ignore the ghost of Paige that lingered just beneath the surface. Snap out of it, Azzi told herself. Paige had moved on. She had a life with Melody, and Azzi couldn’t afford to keep clinging to memories that no longer fit.

“Well,” Azzi started, trying to keep her tone light, “there aren’t many options in Storrs…” she trailed off, half-joking, but Rachel wasn’t buying it.

“I can think of a few,” Rachel replied smoothly, her voice easy and confident. “Wanna try?”

Azzi rolled her eyes, trying to stifle a smile. “Sure,” she said, letting herself relax just a bit more. The night was still young, and maybe she could have fun. Maybe it was time to stop thinking about the past and enjoy the present. Rachel grabbed her hand and led her toward the gym’s exit, where she guided Azzi to the passenger seat of her car before slipping behind the wheel.

As the car started up and the headlights flickered on, Azzi tried to push the thoughts of Paige out of her head. It was hard, but she couldn’t let herself get stuck in that space anymore. She needed to move forward, one way or another.

Paige POV leaving the gym

Meanwhile, Paige had just finished helping Melody into their car, her mind still tangled in the web of emotions from the game. The air between them had felt charged, and though Melody hadn’t said much, Paige could tell something was off. She had no idea what it was, but it was like a shadow looming over their quiet drive.

As Paige slid into the driver’s seat, she glanced out of the corner of her eye, and that’s when she saw them. Azzi and Rachel walking out of the gym, Rachel’s hand confidently holding Azzi’s, guiding her toward the car. Paige’s heart sank, a sharp pang of jealousy catching her off guard. She swallowed hard, trying to push the feeling away.

You have no right to feel this way, she told herself. You’re with Melody. You’ve moved on. And yet, there was something about the sight of Azzi’s hand in Rachel’s that made her stomach twist. It shouldn’t have mattered. It wasn’t even her place to care anymore. But it did.

For a split second, Paige couldn’t help but imagine what it might have been like if it had been her holding Azzi’s hand. She quickly shook the thought away, but it clung to her like a weight, like a secret she didn’t want to admit. The truth was, seeing Azzi with someone else—it hurt. Even after everything, even with Melody right there beside her, the feeling was still raw.

Azzi’s hands, Paige thought, should be in mine. She caught herself, realizing just how ridiculous that thought sounded. This isn’t about Azzi anymore, she reminded herself. You’ve got Melody. You’re moving forward.

But as the car doors closed, and the engine hummed to life, Paige’s gaze lingered on Azzi and Rachel for a moment longer, her heart heavy in a way she couldn’t quite explain. She reached for the radio to drown out her thoughts, but Melody stopped her. Asking for no music to clear her head. Paige agreed and pulled out of the parking lot.

[sxprot]

can you do a vee x reader, where vee helps reader with answering triva questions as she's tired of scraps winning over and over again.. and maybe because she has favoritism towards reader. ^^

Author's Note: I really like Vee and her design, I hope I make her personality accurate! Tho, I take it that Vee and reader didn't become a couple? I don't wanna mess it up but eh, let's do the other way. Along with something nice in the end.

Vee x Toon!reader (gn)

Could be romantic or platonic (ig)

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VEE

She couldn't pinpoint how Scraps managed to win every single time. The cat-like paper craft seems to have some secrets with her or is genuinely just lucky. Despite how hard the question is, Scraps won again! Those random answers don't make any sense to Vee, not at all! But before her screen reacts, the audience claps.

"Vee? You aren't mad at Scraps for winning all of your gameshow prizes, right?" "..." She would scoff, but you take it as a 'yes' because of her annoyed expression.

So like a day after that, you got dragged in the show by your TV friend. Despite telling her that you weren't born a genius, Vee would tell you that it's simply fine! Just let her help you, once you get the hang of it, you will understand and be able to solve all of her questions. She has confidence in you and your abilities.

She's a bit arrogant, wanting the spotlight to be on her! She couldn't understand the attention from Scraps when she won again, maybe the others should have praised Vee for her unique quizzes!

"Vee—I'm not too sure about this" "Oh, you could do it. Don't worry, the question is fairly easy!"

And there you are, with millions of eyes surrounding you, camera and spotlight directly on you, you feel yourself sweating over the attention.

I would like to imagine that when it comes to you, Vee always makes the question relevant to what you're good at. Some others Toon knew how Vee is interested in you, from the time when you first joined the gameshow, you always had the most point!

Scraps would let you win, just so Vee wouldn't be mad at her. At the end of the day, you should see how Vee's face lightens up when she sees you.

"Well, isn't it one of my favorite contestants! Mind joining the gameshow next time?"

Don't tell her I told you this but the prizes for you are always special, reminding you that you're one of her favorite contestants...!

A lovely drawn picture of you and her, holding hands together with a smile etched on your two faces. It's Vee's fantasy that someday, you will accept her confession. If a TV could love, maybe...she still has a chance!

(Oh lord, I'm out of ideas. I'm sorry if it doesnt make sense lol)

[asthedeathoflight]

Hey guys its been a while and i really missed the blorbos so heres a fic from my drafts I've been sitting on for. A long time.

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“I’m gonna go smoke.”

The silence still hangs in the air. The silence into which someone could have - but didn’t - say Ajax’s name. It’s been like this since That Night. The specter of Ajax haunting the conversation, Rembrandt pulling on her boots and zipping up her jacket and out the door again. It’s been weeks, and all Mercy has managed to learn about the Warriors’ tagger is that, based on the look Cleon gives her each time - half pleading, half disappointed - before That Night she had been trying to quit. She’s not trying now.

“Wait up! I’ll come with you.”

Swan shoots her a concerned look as Mercy pushes herself off the couch. It’s a don’t-do-anything-stupid kind of look. Mercy smiles her winningest and most reassuring smile back at her and hurries after where Rembrandt is pointedly not waiting for her.

Mercy catches up to her in the hallway, halfway to the stairs to the roof. It’s cold. Mercy didn’t grab a sweater. Rembrandt is wearing an oversized hoodie that Swan had mentioned in a late-night impassioned rant was actually Ajax’s.

So that’s the second thing Mercy knows about Rembrandt: that she smokes in Ajax’s jacket. Spite, Swan had called it. Ajax was never going to get the smell out, and she liked that jacket. Mercy isn’t so sure.

Rembrandt doesn’t shut the door to the stairs in Mercy’s face, which Mercy counts as basically an invitation. This is progress. The last few times Mercy has tried this, Rembrandt had turned a corner and vanished into thin air. The fact that Mercy can hear her footsteps in the stairwell - even if she’s taking them two at a time and quickly outpacing Mercy - means Mercy is getting through to her. Probably. Hopefully.

At the top of the stairs, Rembrandt is holding the door open. This, too, is progress. Mercy hasn’t figured out how to jimmy it yet, even though Swan has demonstrated the trick to her a few times. There’s a stormy look on Rembrandt’s face, like she’s considering letting it swing shut before Mercy gets there, but she keeps holding it open until Mercy’s made it through. They’ll be the best of friends in no time.

Rembrandt leans up against the railing, lighting a cigarette from the pack she keeps in the pocket of the hoodie. (This, Mercy has heard from Swan, too. Ajax was always throwing out Rembrandt’s cigarettes, Swan said. Nobody has been brave enough to start doing it in her absence.) She takes a long drag, and seems to deflate slightly on the exhale. Wordlessly, she holds the carton and lighter out to Mercy.

“Thanks,” Mercy says as she lights up. “For waiting for me.”

Rembrandt shrugs. “Did I have a choice?” She rolls her eyes. “You’re not gonna quit followin’ me.”

True. Mercy suppresses a smile as she blows out smoke. “Still. I know it hasn’t been easy for you. Me being here.”

Understatement of the century. Rembrandt narrows her eyes.

“And with Ajax-” Mercy understands why the others let the silence hang. Rembrandt kind of perks up when she says Ajax’s name, like a hunting dog that’s scented prey.

“What about Ajax?”

“Nothing! I just thought it might help, you know. Talking.”

Rembrandt is silent for a long time. “What do you want to know?”

“I dunno, I just- I know about the others but I don’t know anything about the two of you. I thought you might like talking about her. The two of you are so… different.”

It’s the wrong thing to say. Mercy can tell as soon as she’s said it. Something in Rembrandt’s expression shutters, goes dark.

“Different,” she echoes.

“I just thought you might-”

“Might fuckin’ what? Might wanna gossip with you while she’s away? Tell you all her secrets so when she comes back you can think you know everything you need to know about her?”

Mercy is momentarily stunned into silence. Rembrandt looks between them in disgust.

“What, because we’re the fucking girlfriends?” she spits. “This isn’t the Orphans, Mercy. I’m a Warrior. I’m not gonna talk about my crew behind their backs just ‘cause you’ve got some idea that me and you are on a team.”

They are on a team. They should be on a team. That’s what it means to be a Warrior. From the way she’d said girlfriends, Mercy doesn’t think Rembrandt totally agrees.

“I’m sorry-”

“You’re not sorry,” Rembrandt scoffs, “You got caught.”

“Don’t I have a right to want to know about the people in my crew? I’m just curious, that’s all!”

“And I’m tellin’ you I got nothing to say! You wanna know so bad, go ask Swan!”

Mercy has asked Swan. In her more peaceful moments, Swan can be cajoled into telling Mercy stories about the Warriors, Before. Mercy has heard the stories of Swan and Cowgirl’s initiations, how Cochise and Cleon met, even a few small snippets about Fox before Swan’s voice fails her. But every time Mercy tries to bring up Ajax or Rembrandt, Swan just gets sad. They’d been together awhile, is what Mercy had gotten out of her. It was good that they were together. The unspoken corollary: it’s bad that they’re apart.

“I just wanted to get to know you better, you don’t have to defend her from me-”

“Of course I do! God, why doesn’t anybody get that?” As Rembrandt raises her voice, there’s a growing edge of desperation to it. “I chose her. What do you think that means?”

“I don’t-”

“Everyone always thinks if they want to know about Ajax they should come ask me. Like I’m not-” Rembrandt cuts herself off in frustration. “I’m not gonna sit here and gossip with you like I’m not on her side. I’m always on her side. I don’t know why everyone acts like that’s surprising.”

“I’m sorry. I know how much she means to you.”

Rembrandt laughs humorlessly. “You have no idea. You’ve been with Swan what, a month? I’ve been with Ajax for seven years.” Rembrandt’s voice breaks. She has to take a breath before she can keep talking. “Do you remember what you were doing seven years ago? Where you were? Who you were with? I do. I was with Ajax. And I’m still-”

Her voice fails her. Mercy doesn’t know what to say.

“It’s not fair,” Rembrandt says, much quieter. “Nobody gets it.”

Mercy tries to remember junior high, imagine her homeroom crush still standing next to her after all these years. Tries to imagine her and Swan, close to thirty. Rembrandt is right. She can’t do it.

They’re quiet for a long time. After a few minutes, Rembrandt sighs.

“We’re not different, you know,” she mutters. “Everyone is always sayin’ that, but it’s not true.”

Mercy raises her eyebrows wordlessly.

Rembrandt scoffs. “Everybody thinks we’re polar opposites just ‘cause I get scared and she gets angry. But it’s not true. They just don’t… I don’t think they really see her.”

Mercy knows what that’s like. She lives with that every day, walking down the street with Swan, knowing that whatever the passersby are seeing, it pales in comparison to the real thing. She can’t imagine it coming from her own crew.

“Of course we act different,” Rembrandt says darkly, “Everyone fuckin’ treats us different all the time. Even when we’re the same. If I don’t wanna look people in the eye I’m just shy, but Ajax is disrespectful. If I can’t sit still I’m nervous, but she’s not paying attention. Everyone treats her like she’s doing something wrong just for existing. It’s not fair.”

“I’m sorry,” Mercy says, and she really means it, but Rembrandt isn’t having it.

“How can you be sorry? You don’t know her. You got to see her for a few hours when she was scared out of her mind. You don’t know me. You just won’t stop fucking following me because you can’t take a hint.”

“I’m-”

“What the fuck do you want from me?” Rembrandt asks. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Because my girlfriend’s in love with you!” It’s not what Mercy means to say. But it’s the truth. She’s not blind. She’d seen it That Night too, for just a second, the hurt that flashed over Swan’s face when she looked at Ajax and Rembrandt, curled into each other’s space on the subway. She’d thought maybe she was imagining it. But whenever Mercy looks at Swan, Swan is looking at Rembrandt. Talking about her jacket and her smoking habits and her houseplants in the middle of the night. Rembrandt has to know. She’s not stupid. Mercy likes Swan, but Rembrandt is going to be alone for a long time. She knows how her odds stack up if Rembrandt gets tired of waiting.

But Rembrandt is just looking at her, a little bit confused. She makes a little “hah” sound of disbelief, and it bubbles up and over over until she’s got her head thrown back, laughing. It’s not mean. She sounds genuinely amused. And, the thing is, it’s not like Mercy can’t see it. Especially right now, with the halo of gold in her hair from the streetlights. Rembrandt has always been beautiful in a kind of gloomy, morose way, but for a second Mercy can see what she must have been like, Before. So, like. She gets it.

Rembrandt leans back heavily against the railing, subsiding into giggles. “Oh my god,” she says, half to herself, “Oh my god, no wonder you’re obsessed with me.”

“I’m not-”

“It’s Ajax,” Rembrandt interrupts her, still smiling. Has Mercy ever seen her smile? She doesn’t think so. “Swan is in love with Ajax.”

Mercy’s look of disbelief sets Rembrandt off giggling again. “Of course you don’t know. Who would have told you? Hi, new girl. Have we mentioned your girlfriend is in love with somebody else? No, no, don’t worry about it. It’s old news.”

“How are you so… casual? About this?” Mercy knows she doesn’t have much of a right to get jealous after only a few weeks, but she can’t imagine ever laughing about something like this.

Rembrandt gets a little bit more serious looking at Mercy’s face. “Seven years, remember?” she says, a little softer, “I’ve always known. At the beginning, maybe, I thought she’d get over it, but-” She shrugs. “Swan isn’t built like that. She just grew around it.”

“Doesn’t that… worry you?”

Rembrandt looks at her in equal bemusement. “Worry about what?”

“Ajax changing her mind.”

Rembrandt blinks. “Ajax doesn’t do that. Besides, she and Swan- they were never gonna work out. Even before I met them. Ajax can’t love anyone who won’t run. Swan’s not a runner.”

And Mercy remembers, suddenly, that moment in the park when everything went wrong. Swan, rooted to the ground, not even looking at where Rembrandt and the others were fleeing. The way Mercy had needed to drag her away.

“Ajax needs someone who would leave her behind,” Rembrandt says simply. “And I would, and I did. No point getting poetic about it.”

“You had no choice,” Mercy says.

“Sure I did,” Rembrandt says, “I made the choice Ajax needed me to be able to make.”

“That’s morbid.”

“It’s just the truth.” She pauses, looking at Mercy like maybe she’s seeing her for the first time. “You’re not a runner, either. I can see why Swan likes you. You’re a lot like her.”

“Really?”

Rembrandt rolls her eyes. “Don’t sound so excited.”

[snoopyhq]

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ so when the night falls, my lonely heart calls

type: arcane characters x reader

featuring: viktor, mel, jayce, vi, caitlyn, ekko, jinx

summary: how they spend valentine's day with you 💘 straight up fluff really.

a/n: a bit late because i was hanging out with my friends out of town and didn't get home to post this at a reasonable time. hope you guys enjoy!

divider used by @/saradika-graphics !!!

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ VIKTOR

a date at the botanical gardens! :3

taking walks with you around piltover has always been one of his favorite ways to unwind, so spending the day in a calm, sunny, pretty spot just seems right

you guys are holding hands and exploring the vast expanse of greenery

there's an insect exhibit, and rumor has it they have cricket delicacies on a stick...

he'll teasingly ask you if you're brave enough to take a bite

if you go along with it, he'll do it too

takes the prettiest candid pics of you ever

the curse of a 'bf who takes the most awful photos of you' does not exist with viktor

he's a perfectionist, and you can never look less than, in his opinion

he shows you the photos later, all shy and nervous and you're losing your mind at how he managed to capture everything so beautifully

"it's easy. you're always beautiful to me. capturing a second of it is no trouble. i just wish i could live every frame of you again over and over."

back in your shared apartment, he's organizing the layout for the next chapter in his photo album of you

you've started your own filled with photos of him

you guys go through them at the end of every year to reminisce on memories

the night unwinds with a glass of sweet wine and reading together by the fire, eventually falling asleep all cozied up on the couch <3

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ MEL

spa day

facial, manis, pedis, the whole package

a day of pampering her beloved!

she wants you to look and feel your best

the best type of love can be self-love, after all

after the spa, she takes you to an orchestral concert featuring renown musicians from the city and beyond

she's booked you both your own private balcony where you can watch the performance from the comfort of privacy and plenty of courses catered to your tastes

there's a gift exchange at home to top off the perfect day

you'd been agonizing on what to get her

councilor medarda? the brains, beauty, and vision of success? what could you give her that she can't simply buy when she feels like it?

you ended up making her gift. a jar decorated with fairy lights and resin'd petals on the outside, and filled with handwritten notes from you

the messages range from cheesy pickup lines to affirmations of how much you love her, and reminders for her to take a break

you also put together a small folder of tickets

each ticket reads something like "movie night", "dinner of your choice, on me", "painting date", etc. etc.

whenever she feels down, she can just pick one and you'll drop whatever you're doing and spend the rest of the day dedicated to that, and to her

she loves you and you love her so much

it's sickening. tooth rotting, even. definitely acts of service and quality time here

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ JAYCE

cooking together is a love language. sharing food that you've made together? hooray! how romantic is that?

especially if it's a cultural exchange of food

he's teaching you to make his mamá's birria tacos and rambling about parts of his childhood in the kitchen, helping her out

you're listening with a silly smile on your face

an expression of pure lovesickness

he's moving around the place with such ease, and the smell of comfort is heavenly

then it's your turn to walk him through something from your culture, and talk about your own stories associated with the dish/dessert/drink (whatever it is you wanna make)

me personally, i'll be making some bánh xèo (it's like a vietnamese crepe! very savory, very yummy)

half your plate is your food, and the other is jayce's birria tacos

cleanup can be dealt with later

right now, there's good food and better company to be have

it's a shared learning opportunity and serves to strengthen your bond :-)

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ VI

she's picking you up from your house first thing

ready with a "good morning!", kiss on the cheek, and a bouquet of your favorite flowers

wrapped in paper, of course <3

if you have chocolates for her, she'll melt right then and there in your arms

or maybe even chocolate covered strawberries you put together yourself!

you two are heading right to the arcade

paintball gets competitive. and messy

go clothes shopping for each other after

it's a chance for her to indulge in something she usually doesn't, and you get the chance to spoil your favorite girl in the whole world

she appreciates that you love her style and who she is and doesn't try changing who she is. because of that, she trusts you to help style her

once you're both newly out in some new clothes and kicks, you guys hit the highway

windows down, blasting your favorite songs and singing along at the top of your lungs

i love vi, i wish women were real :(

she's my favorite alongside viktor. AUGH.

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ CAITLYN

what's the point of having money and an influential family if not to rent out places, like a whole bookstore? or a planetarium? a movie theater, even

all of the above, and more

maybe not in that order though

the bookstore is first. you both buy each other a book you think the other will like and promise to keep each other updated on your progress

the movie theater next

speaking of movies, i saw heart eyes with my friends yesterday! it was a great movie, i enjoyed it a LOT more than i initially thought

so glad to have been proven wrong

you guys watch some good ol' romance movies (10 things i hate about you, la la land, the princess bride, etc.)

planetarium! sick as fuck

you're spending the entire day wrapped up in each other and your shared interests

some warm tea and sweet kisses for the winding down as you're watching the sunset

sigh. oh to be in love...

she isn't a kiramman today. not captain, officer, on-duty caitlyn kiramman

she's just your beloved cait, caitlyn

the headstrong, passionate, and protective woman who has your entire heart

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ EKKO

in an opposite direction of caitlyn's, but no less loving

money can buy certain happiness but it's not always necessary

art date where you guys stay home and paint each other with the variety of art supplies he's gathered over the years

ekko's an artist through and through

his mural of vi in the alternate universe? oh i'm in love.

the paintings are getting hung up wherever there's space on your guys' wall because the space is FILLED with posters, artwork, memorabilia, magazine and news pages, etc.

it's a very creative living space

there’s also plenty of plants that litter the windowsills and ledges where sunlight can reach

you guys spent each day of february decorating each plant with something for valentine’s day

the cranes on your ceiling has been joined by spiral hearts

interior decoration could be so romantic. i’d want to do that with someone i love someday

a little walk through the city at night too, but on the rooftops

less people to bother you guys and the aerial view makes it more thrilling

don't fall

he'll catch you regardless

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ JINX

you guys spend the day in her air balloon base

she's made you a gift basket!

it's filled with sketches and doodles of you

all colorful and wild and completely her style

she's stitched together a teddy bear plush too, having gone to ask vi and (reluctantly) caitlyn for help with it

you can see all the uneven bits and parts where the stuffing is too much or too little

but it's perfect

she even added a heart with her signature perfume sprayed on it too

like build-a-bear or something

funny, you also got her a gift basket

various gadgets and knick-knacks, and a new tool kit

some sweets you picked up a bakery

soft, fluffy macarons. tiramisu. a matcha strawberry cake that you share

it's a rare treat for a special occasion

cait also gave you some skincare when you went to visit her, so you and jinx had an impromptu skincare session, gossiping and talking about her latest project and relaxing together under the open night sky

[magiturge]

i just wanna say. thsnk u so much for having such a fire music taste. i listened to all tghe sherhank songs and theyre all so fire. also can u go in depth about supersonics? (also do u have any playlists i can klisten to or more songs? these are all fire my goat)

supersonics ( linked for others to follow along ) serves to be sheriff's perspective in a sort of drunk way.

discussion under cut

for supplementary information, i hc sheriff to be self medicate with alcohol / is a functioning alcoholic due to his circumstances stressing him out with little outlet to his problems. this is also in reference to one of his voice lines being 'pass the whiskey'.

the whole song has a sort of jaunty dance feel, like a duo dancing around each other. it sorta punches you in the face, and its loose and cheerful. that's why it comes from sheriff's perspective in a drunken way, it's all a good numbing feeling, it's honest. it's a messy dance with a desperate elegance to keep going, it's an up and down with a hanging grip, feet kicking in the air.

it's a drunk cowboy's fun time

ill provide the particular punchy sound im referring to in the form of the original audio and version of that spinning gif i made : ) "You don’t really know what goes on That’s why all this looks like a perfect mess"

best in reference to the entire situation being a secret for the most part to everybody as much as sheriff can possibly keep it up. sheriff walks and weaves an image for himself that everything is just as it is, nothing as changed, things are functioning the same as they have been for the past however many years. it's a messy sector but it's the same as always, it's a perfect mess and you don't really know what's going on.

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"Freaks come out until the lights go on And it feels so good when I lose my head"

the freaks ( both him and hank ) come out until the lights ( eyes of others ) come on. i dont really know how to describe this part right but hank is sort of an unraveller for sheriff. there is something.... ( does some gestures ) really intimate and vulgar about the way those two dance around each other, and that dance is thrilling even if terrifying for sheriff, it feels good, to lose his head ( lose a sense of ratoinale for awhile ).

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"What a bad habit Hard to scrap Knockin' at my door It can’t be stopped no more What a bad habit Hard to scrap Knockin' at my door It can’t be stopped no more"

the chorus of supersonics can refer to both sheriff's issue with drinking or to his 'bad habit' of continuously meeting with hank, of getting more intimate and tender with them, growing more attached to them and further taking them into who he is, as much a part of his identity as he is.

it's hard to let go of this. for how i write sheriff, he's emotionally repressed as a result of having to keep his head straight on leading the MERC faction instead of living as normal as a nevada life can be. he was just a guy before this selling mattresses. part of that emotional repression comes from the pressure he feels from jeb.

jeb is scary to him. he's a friendly face, not a friend.

it is so hard for sheriff to let go of this despite knowing how many cons there are to getting so involved with hank, it's a bad habit. it's hard to scrap. it's knocking at his door ( traversing the body of his fortress ) and it can't be stopped anymore. :9

his problem with drinking is also hard to kick, he has little comfort to his situation and his artificially planted sense of leadership on the men in MERC makes it hard for him to open up proper to any of them. even though he's sociable, he's emotionally closed from responsibility.

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"It’s so easy, won’t you come along? Just lose yourself with the side effects"

a lot of the songs that i gave in that one ask can come with 'fake' lines from hank in the sense of, it's sheriff's mind thinking of things hank is saying to him but hank never says it. it's like an image of hank in his mind murmuring things at him, like he's a concept more than he is a person.

hank is like temptation to him. it is so easy for hank to not care about others, to regard people like tools and keep moving forward because it's almost like that's how it was meant to live. lose yourself in the side effects, just indulge in what else there is that comes with this.

get messy in the dirt, be greedy, be selfish, you're a rock in their stream and they're eroding you. it's as much a part of you as you are to yourself. lose it. lose it. lose it. lose it.

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in terms of the second part of your ask, i don't have any playlists even though i probably SHOULD be making playlists. i forget songs a lot.

also i don't know what songs to reccommend, my taste is like, out over there sometimes.

so i'll give you this, this, this, this, this, and this.

they are probably not part of the same genre of music, but i like all of them. and i dont remember what i put in those links now, so they are as much of a surprise to me as they will be to you. if you like any of them, idk let me know lol

[rekino2114]

Hey dude, love your works and thanks for doing these x reader content. Also may I get a valentine's prompt 1 with min jeung. I remember your love confessions with the drdt girls and thought: lol imagine if min confessed on valentines day

Min jeung asking you to be her valentine

Pairing:min jeung x gn reader

A/n:Happy Valentine's Day to everyone! hope you enjoyed the event. I'm probably gonna do a few more posts for it in the next few days, but save the others for next year. Funnily enough today an anon requested a min valentine's day prompt that I don't know if I'm gonna do so I hope you still like this

"Uh........min are ok? You're shaking a lot"

"No"

"O-oh"

"What happened? It's the first time I've seen you so.......nervous"

"That's the thing I don't know why! I've never felt like this before. It's like when I don't know which answer to put on a test but ten thousand times worse, I feel like my life is gonna end if this doesn't go well!"

Teruko and Xander exchanged looks and looked back at their friend

"I.....see"

"So what is so important?"

"........You're gonna think it's stupid"

"We'd never, we're your friends min, and whatever is bothering you must be a big issue that we're going to help you through right teruko?"

"Uh.....yeah sure.....I guess"

".....I.....uh.....so you know how today's valentine's day"

"Yeah.......a girl asked me to hold the flowers she was gonna give her boyfriend but I made them wilt"

".....what do you mean you made them wilt?"

"I dunno one moment I was holding them the next they were dead.......and I had to pay her back"

".......your luck needs to be studied"

"A-anyway, what does Valentine's Day have to do with your problem min? Wait, don't tell me, you wanna ask someone to be your valentine?"

"........yeah"

"That's great, who's the lucky person?"

"Y-y/n.....but to be honest I'm the lucky one, they hang out with me so much"

"Oh that makes sense, they're so nice to you"

"Yeah that's part of why I love them"

"......that's it?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"From what I've seen they really like you too so I don't see why they'd reject being your valentine"

"But......what if they don't like me"

"Uh?"

"There's a big difference between if they like hanging out with me and if they like like me, I don't wanna ruin our friendship......it's the best one I've ever had"

".....oh sorry then"

"No it's fine it's just.....I really love them, it feels like they really understand me....the real me, they never asked me to do their homework or help them with tests, and even when I offer to help them they're always so nice and tell me not to overwork myself, it feels like they see me as......me...... not the ultimate student"

"Wow....that....must be a beautiful feeling"

"It really is"

"Then that's the sign that they're the person for you, if you really want my advice go and confess, they sound like they like you just as much as you like them"

"B-but"

"No buts, you really want to be y/n's girlfriend right?"

"Y-yeah obviously"

"Then you're gonna do it. You can do it!"

"............"

"Come on say it! You can do it!"

"I-I can do it"

"With more confidence, you can do it!

"I can do it!"

"That's the spirit! Now go over there and win them over with the best confession they've ever seen"

".....y-yeah"

Teruko just sighed looking at the scene, but put a hand on Min's shoulder and gave her a reassuring nod

"I'm sure you'll do great min, just go there and be yourself"

Min nodded back at her friends who gave her thumbs up as she went over to you with a box of chocolates behind her back

"H-hey y/n what's up?"

"Hi min, everything's great......."

You tilted your head noticing that she was sweating bullets

"Wanna talk to me?"

"Y-yeah actually, it's very important"

"Oh really? What is it?"

"D-do you.........do you......."

Min suddenly pulled out the box of chocolates she was holding and looked down scared to see your reaction

"Do you wanna be my valentine?"

"......of course"

".....R-really?"

"Obviously, you're great min, you're pretty, nice not to mention incredibly smart, why wouldn't I agree?"

"S-so you like me?"

"I think like isn't strong enough"

"........you don't mean you....."

"Love you? Yeah min, of course I do, like I said before, you're incredible and I love everything about you"

"...................."

"H-huh min are you OK......you look...spaced out"

"S-sorry, I just didn't expect it to go this well, so are we......a couple now?"

"Sure......at one condition"

"....w-what is it?"

"Can I......see your eyes?"

Min's pale skin became almost completely red at your request, but she still gave you a silent nod to make you understand she agreed.

"Thanks"

You used your hand to lift min's bangs away from her face and were met with her beautiful purple eyes

"Your eyes are so beautiful, I love seeing them just like I love you"

Min blushed even more as you retracted your hand and wrapped it around the box of chocolates again

"So now we are officially a couple, do you mind going on our first date today? I bet they do some cool stuff for valentine's day around town"

"Y-yeah I'd love nothing more"

"Great, see you then there"

You once again got closer to the student and kissed her cheek, making her explode into an even redder color than earlier, before turning around and waving at her

"Happy valentine's day"

Min couldn't even answer as she kept her hand on her cheek, still a bit shocked

"........y/n........."

She smiled incredibly brightly and giggled a bit, so happy to have finally found a lover and especially a person who could see and love her for who she actually was

"Happy valentine's day to you too"

[skitskatdacat63]

@ all my irl friends atm, so sorry, can't hang out, I'm too tired of participating in normal society

[puppppppppy]

learning abt friendship decay and "not reaching out to your friends for months at a time unprompted is not neurotypical behaviour" has me feeling a certain way

[fumifooms]

I think you made me start shipping Marchil

Your posts got me thinking about their dynamic then I wrote a fic that was supposed to be platonic but midway through I realized it could actually be interpreted as romantic too and now I'm just sad about how little time they'll have together

First of all, you have a lovely icon, second, I’m so honored… I finally read Not a bad way to go and it was soo so good like. My god!!! Pre-canon is underused and you did so many interesting things with it.

It sounded like a cruel joke, that the one who needed her concern the most was also the one least interested in it.

^^^ go read it go read it

Chilchuck was drunk enough that he needed to hold onto the walls not to fall, but apparently still sober enough to remember emotional vulnerability was his worst enemy, as he made sure to avert her eyes and said: “Namari made me come talk to you ” to make it clear he wasn't being nice voluntarily.

Yeah.

“Of course I'm scared of dying.” He scoffed. Did she really think so little of him? “But if I could choose, I would want to die doing something I love, like drinking. Or maybe fucking,”

Maybe you wish you didn’t know but my new favorite HC because of this is that Chil dies yes prematurely not of liver failure though but during coitus. Especially if marchil, the thought of him busting a nut and his heart giving out makes me laugh so hard. My god. Lmao. Oh god. Lmfao. Worst day of her life

Marcille knew Chilchuck wasn't a kid, but she often struggled to take him seriously as an adult because he was just so adorable and small. In this moment, however, she saw them exactly for what they were, even if it was just a glimpse. A sheltered, naive little girl trying to tell a tired, much more experienced man how to live the rest of his life.

Standing ovation

She tried to find an explanation to give him, but she couldn't even find one for herself. Why would she miss him? He was just Chilchuck, her coworker, Chilchuck who was cold, aloof, sometimes crass, evasive, and even outright mean. He who was level headed, reliable, trustworthy, perceptive and clever. He who had the least time left, even in a best case scenario. “I guess that despite your best efforts, there's still a lot to like about you.”

This fic goes so hard, standing ovation pt 2

“I just think it's better if we don't get too close. Don't you agree?” “I… maybe” she said, uncertain as he didn't know how to feel about that. Caring about people would only hurt her in the wrong run, she knew that, but unfortunately she couldn't help it.

I looove how they can be read to be similar on this aspect. My hand clenching around my phone as I rear up to rant about Marcille and the way she does keep people at an arm’s length subconsciously again my god my goood. Obsessed with this obsessed with this, underused for marchil. Terrified of loss through death vs rejection duo I love youuu

Brilliant ending I’m in shambles. I’m not gonna spoil it

You get marchil so much you truly do. The way they mesh, the way their views on mortality clash and both soothe & bruise… He doesn’t have much time left even in best case scenario (which Mr I won’t eat well I’ll drink and smoke a lot I’ll stress all day every day is determined to not make happen) which makes it all the more meaningful for Marcille’s arc when she learns from him to finally enjoy the present moments… It’ll only be a fraction of her life, but to him he’s giving her the rest of his life. What are some decades of love worth? Worth it, surely, if nothing else

[someobscurereference]

Insane over the awakening trio again. We fought a war together, saved each other multiple times, and I know for a fact I can trust you with my life. We have never learned to socialize normally so we can't interact in a normal environment for five seconds without dunking on each other. I would follow you through time and space and abandon everything with you. You are the living reminder of every awful thing that have ever happened to me. Our traumas make us hurt each other at every turn. We're the only ones who know what lead to each other becoming Like That. Our jobs are barely in the same area and we don't even hang out that much outside of necessities. You are all I have left. I cannot fucking understand you. I am the only one in this entire world who has the ability to even try to.

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