#or i need to be the boy with a ticklish pussy

[transexyswitch]

Need a boy with a ticklish pussy in my life 🙏🙏🙏

[domjaehyun]

the boy is mine (l.dh) — part five

PAIRING. haechan x fem!reader GENRES. smut, angst WORD COUNT. 15.6k CONTENTS. infidelity, alcohol & weed consumption (MC is a non-smoker if that matters to you), explicit smut (dirty talk, fingering, finger sucking, oral (receiving), rimming (receiving), groping/frottage, marking, spit play, (brief) ear play, breast play, creampies/unprotected sex (if you explicitly need me, a stranger on the internet, to tell you not to fuck raw, you are not responsible enough to be reading this. move along now), snowballing, public sex, car sex, riding, bratty dom-leaning switch!haechan, bratty sub-leaning switch!reader, sweet dom!jeno, face riding, handjob, overstimulation (receiving), praise kink (receiving), light degradation kink (giving), mating press, morning sex) NOTES. here’s part five!! i hope you enjoy it!! please leave feedback if you liked it :) i would also greatly appreciate tips if you really liked it :3 THANK YOU LIKE THE HUUUUUGEST THANK YOU TO BRI (@jalitepng) FOR BETA READING THIS BIG OL FIC :D  PLAYLIST. the boy is mine - ariana grande // fantasize - ariana grande (unreleased) // lowkey (feat. erykah badu) - teyana taylor // agora hills - doja cat // pussy is mine - miguel // softest touch - khalid // cut - tori kelly // seatbelt - josh levi // often - doja cat // surrender - nbdy

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You wake up before Haechan, or so you think before you feel him shift beside you, hips pressing into the flesh of your ass and thighs. His length digs into the space where your thighs and ass meet, hot and heavy on your backside.

“Haechan,” you groan, reaching back and pushing at his chest. 

“Come on, baby, gimme a little something to work with.” he grunts in your ear as he clutches your hips and drags you back onto him so you’re practically sitting directly on his cock, the thick head of his length kissing where your lower lips meet.

“You’re so gross,” you mumble sleepily, ears perking up at the sound of him sucking in a sharp breath. “Don’t tell me you liked that.”

“Mm, why not? You gonna call me gross again?” he chuckles, shameless and eager. As if to further taunt you, he latches wet lips onto your shoulder and sucks and licks a path up to your ear. When you squirm away, one of his hands clutches your chin to hold your head in place. He swirls his tongue around the shell of your ear before dipping it directly into your ear, making you jump and squeal in surprise. 

His responding chuckle sends ticklish vibrations through your eardrum and down your spine before his tongue dips into your ear once more, the sound and sensation of the wet muscle moving in your ear making your jaw drop and, to your surprise, eyes roll back into your head.

You reach back and clutch at his thigh with a shaky gasp as his tongue leisurely violates the sacred space that used to be your ear canal. His hand slowly slides down from your chin to your neck to your chest, where he cups one of your breasts in his hand and massages it slowly.

You can’t tell why it feels so good in spite of being incredibly overwhelming, but you can’t compose yourself enough to do anything but moan weakly, letting Haechan grope your chest and tongue at your ear to his heart’s content. 

His fingers toy with and tug at your now hardened nipple, a soft groan leaving him that practically reverberates through you from his proximity to your ear. He lets his tongue slip out of your ear, chuckling triumphantly at the whine of disappointment that slips from your lips, before he sucks at your earlobe, simultaneously flicking your nipple back and forth and tracing circles around the bud.

“Thought I was gross,” he chuckles teasingly. “You warmed up to that pretty quickly.”

“What even was that? What fetish website did you find that on?” you question incredulously, frantically rubbing at your ear to rid it of the slimy feeling running all through where his tongue touched, and he snorts, catching your wrist and pulling your hand down.

“Why? Did you like getting your ear tongue-fucked?” he purrs, flicking his tongue over the hole in your ear cheekily and laughing when you complain and attempt to move away. “Wanna watch videos of it and touch yourself pretending I’m doing it to you?” he taunts breathlessly in your ear.

“You really are a little perverted freak, aren’t you?” you mutter in awe, and you don’t miss the way he stiffens behind you. “Don’t tell me that got you going, too.”

“Sure did, baby.” he grunts with an audible smile, and a moment later, you feel the now slick head of his length gliding up and down your upper thigh and experimentally pressing under the fleshy pocket where your asscheek meets your thigh.

“You know what?” you mumble, turning around to face him. He whines at the loss of contact but falls silent when you push his shoulder so he’s lying on his back and shift to straddle his legs, deliberately keeping your core hovering above where he clearly wants you most. “You’re not calling the shots anymore.”

His eyes widen in surprise before an unmistakable glint of excitement fills them. “No?”

“Nope.” you hum, running your nails down his bare chest and smiling when he shudders under your touch. “You’re a gross”—you poke his chest—“little”—poke—“pervert”—poke—“and I don’t think I should let you run whatever weird fetish experiments you want on me.”

He frowns up at you petulantly, but his length twitches under you, making his upset façade crack. “But I need you,” he urges, hands moving to caress your thighs. 

“Need me to what?” you ask with an air of innocent curiosity. “If it’s gross, I’m not doing it,” you warn, trying to hide the thrill spreading throughout your body from being in charge of your very handsome, very bratty lover currently lying beneath you.

“Kiss me?” he asks breathlessly, and how could you say no to him with that pretty red blush spreading across his cheeks?

You pretend to think about it before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips that leaves him chasing after you for more. Before he can get too carried away, you press down on his chest to keep him flat on the bed, and he groans in protest.

“More,” he grunts, “please?” He’s quick to add, brows furrowed in frustration.

You sigh heavily, looking down at him with an unimpressed expression that has him squirming under you and his fingers digging into your thighs and hips. “What more do you want?”

“Tongue,” he replies immediately. “Wetter.” 

“Wetter, huh?” you muse, leaning back down and cupping his chin as you bring your lips to his. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows in anticipation, and you hum disappointedly. “We could have used that. Such a waste.”

Before he can reply, you’re kissing him, gradually deepening the kiss until his tongue is slipping into your mouth with a relieved moan escaping him before it starts to swirl around your tongue and flick at the inside of your mouth. 

You let your reins slip a bit as he kisses you, chalking it up to his superior kissing skills, and allow him to grope your hips, thighs and ass freely, his fingers clawing at you greedily as he sucks on your tongue.

The only sounds to be heard in the room are the wet smacking sounds of your kissing and the muffled moans escaping both of you, Haechan’s sounds soon growing more desperate and plaintive until— 

“What do you want now?” you manage to ask in the middle of the kiss, and he moans pleadingly, the sound so melodic and tempting that you wish you could record it and play it over and over.

“Need more,” he gasps. “Wetter.”

“Wetter?” you mumble into the kiss in surprise.

He gives your tongue a long, hard suck before letting it go to retreat back into your mouth. “Wetter.” he confirms.

“How much wetter can it get? Do you want me to spit in your mouth or something—?”

“Please?”  His response is instant, eyes bright and wide and filled with an obscene amount of hope considering what he’s just asked you to do. 

You only offer a surprised raising of your eyebrows in response before cupping his chin and squeezing. His mouth opens instantly, his tongue dropping out, all pretty and glistening and pink, and you hear his breath catch in his throat when you lean over him and let a string of saliva spill from your lips onto his tongue. As soon as it hits his tongue, he moans weakly, the sound more of a cry, and you lean in to kiss him, his tongue gliding wetly against yours as the mix of your and his saliva spills from his lips, dripping down his chin and onto your hand still cupping his face.

You pull back and fake a disgusted expression, wiping your wet hand off on his chest. “Yuck, Haechan, seriously?” you groan with a grimace, and he licks his lips, gazing up at you with wild, unapologetic eyes.

“Couldn’t help myself.” he pants shamelessly. When you scowl and move to get off of him, he grabs at your hips, desperately pulling you back down on him. When he pulls you a little harder than you anticipated, your core makes contact with his length and he hisses in pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t leave yet.” he begs, voice on the verge of cracking.

“You can’t seriously think I’m gonna let you touch me after you just slobbered all over me.” you remark incredulously, and he nods excitedly.

“I’m not done,” he reminds you with a pointed look down to where you’re hovering over him, his length so hard it almost looks painful.

“What do you want?” you sigh in as bored of a tone as you can manage, considering his gradual undoing is affecting you more than you expected. 

“I need to taste you,” he rasps, and you can’t deny that your core clenches with need at his words. “Want me to beg?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Not particularly—”

“Please let me eat your pussy, baby,” he groans, and a girlish, nervous giggle bubbles out from you amongst all the waves of desire that just crashed along your inner shore of composure. You definitely didn’t expect him to beg, but you also didn’t expect to like it so much. “Please, baby? Just need my tongue all over your pretty pussy—that’d make me feel so much better—”

“God, shut up,” you shudder, moving to cover his mouth. Haechan, however, always the brat, instantly clocks your body’s subconscious reaction to his begging and he decides to exploit it.

So he blocks your attempt to silence him, continuing with bright eyes, “Can I have you, baby? Can I please have a taste of your pretty little pussy?” 

“Stop,” you whimper, feeling your composure slipping as arousal blazes in your abdomen and between your legs, the sensation of your core leaking so pervasive that you have to hope you’re not literally dripping onto his thighs. “I get it, you can—”

“Thank you, baby,” he moans in relief, hooking his arms under and around your thighs before unceremoniously hoisting you up, yanking you closer and closer to his face before you even get the chance to process the situation and, when you’re finally close enough, sealing his mouth over your core with a blissed out sigh as you hiss in pleasure. He pulls back and presses increasingly wetter kisses to your folds, lips growing glossier with each kiss as he pulls back to reveal more of your arousal and his saliva on his mouth. “Love your pussy so much,” he mumbles drunkenly into your core, sucking on your clit and massaging the underside with his tongue as you tremble above him.

“Fuck,” you whisper in awe, marveling at how Haechan’s managed to completely turn this situation’s dynamic on its head. Once more, you’re coming undone at his mercy which, you think as he clutches your thighs closer to his face roughly, you won’t be seeing any time soon.

“You like sitting on my face, baby?” he slurs through lewd kisses placed all over your core and inner thighs. “I love it so much—feels so good—like Heaven—”

“Mm, yeah,” you shudder dreamily. “You’re so good to me,” you coo, and he nods eagerly, his nose rubbing against your clit so purposefully that you wonder if it was intentional.

“I’m so good to my baby, right? Love making my girl feel good—could worship this pretty pussy with my mouth for hours—and you’d let me, right, baby?” he purrs against your clit and you find yourself nodding dumbly, a mischievous grin curling his lips before he resumes massaging it with deep strokes of his tongue until you’re rutting against his face in a desperate race to climax. 

“Gonna cum,” you gasp, and he hums, urging your thighs and hips down until you’re practically smothering him and his eyes gaze up at you, intense and sultry and heavy-lidded as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. When you finally climax, it’s with a full bodied shudder and cry of his name as your hips act of their own accord, dragging your core back and forth on his outstretched tongue and the tip of his nose. “So good, so fucking good—”

“My pretty girl likes when I eat her out, yeah?” he rasps, hands gliding up from your thighs to cup your breasts and squeeze. When you laugh breathlessly and nod, he grins and nestles his face between your legs with a delighted hum, turning your airy giggle into a moan of surprise as he brings his lips to your clit again, fingers pulling back the fleshy hood to reveal more of the sensitive button.

“Shit, Haechan—” you hiss, recoiling from the sudden onset of overwhelming pleasure. 

you must do this often baby, it’s so telling what you can do it’s a simple understanding between me and you

“You just said you liked it,” he points out with a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“Yeah, but—”

oh, because ‘cause when you run your tongue up my thigh

“So let me do it again,” he coaxes before dragging his tongue up your inner thigh slowly and blinking up at you with that heavy stare that has you cracking, looking away for a moment of peace.

i can’t help but wonder, hmm, why? you got so much more up your sleeve

“Don’t you wanna cum, too?” you try to redirect him for at least long enough to recuperate from your last orgasm, but he shakes his head firmly and dismissively.

you wanna make sure i don’t leave

“Could probably cum just from playing with you,” he grunts happily and you blink down at him, stunned.

“Top-grade eater right here, folks,” you praise sarcastically, and he snickers before biting down on your thigh. “It appears he’s taken the term ‘eater’ a bit too literally, folks, what a blunder!” you announce to the audience of exactly no one, but he’s entertained all the same, laughing loudly as he sits up with a sudden movement that sends you practically toppling over onto your back. 

“That went way smoother in my head,” he manages to get out through his laughter as he scrambles over your body to assess you. “You okay?” he half-asks, half-giggles, his laughter only intensifying when you narrow your eyes at him in a failed attempt to hide your own amusement.

“You’re horrible,” you groan through your laughing, and he drops down beside you in relief as he succumbs to his laughing fit.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says sweetly, reaching over to squeeze your thigh apologetically. 

“It’s fine, I guess,” you answer sulkily, and he snickers, rubbing his hand over your thigh and massaging the flesh. “You alright there?” you chuckle after what seems like an inordinate amount of time of him caressing your leg.

“Your skin is so soft and smooth,” he sighs dreamily, shifting closer to slide his hand up and down the expanse of your thigh.

“Thank you, I knew my lotions and body butters and body oils weren’t a waste of money,” you reply with a smile, and he shakes his head, shifting closer and kissing your cheek.

“Definitely not.” he mumbles, moving lower and kissing down your legs slowly with lingering, adoring kisses until he’s nosing your legs apart and slotting himself between them smoothly.

“You’re kidding,” you laugh incredulously, and he shakes his head, looking up at you with bright, hopeful eyes.

“I’m not,” he clarifies, and you pout down at him. “Let me try something?”

“Haechan, I already said no more fetish experiments on me—”

“Hear me out,” he presses, and something about the urgency in his voice has you falling silent and waving your hand for him to continue speaking. He shifts to hover over you so you’re face to face and gazes into your eyes before murmuring, “I wanna treat you like you’re mine.”

“Oh,” you mumble, shy all of a sudden, and his lips quirk up into a bashful smile.

“Yeah.”

“We can do that,” you agree softly, and his eyes widen in excitement before he scans your face and something softens in his gaze to a gentler, fond sort of fascination.

“Yeah?” he asks quietly, voice barely above a whisper as he brings his lips to yours.

“Yeah,” you let out a soft giggle before he connects your lips in a sweet kiss. It starts slow, with leisurely partings of the lips and teasing flicks of the tongue, but, because it’s Haechan, it builds, Haechan shifting slightly so your legs are slotted together and his thigh is up against your core before deepening the kiss and sucking playfully at your bottom lip and tongue.

When he parts from the kiss, he gazes down at you adoringly before whispering. “Hi.”

You smile up at him. “Hi.” When he doesn’t stop studying your face, you get bashful, turning your face away and covering your eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you complain, and he lets out a low chuckle.

“Because I want to.” he replies, kissing your shoulder before pushing it back down so you’re flat on your back. “Because I can.” He kisses your neck. “Because you’re pretty.” He pulls your hand from your face and peppers kisses all over it until you’re laughing. “Because you’re mine.” His last words have so much conviction you have to question for a moment if he knows something you don’t. 

so lie to me, lie to me, lie to me so sweet ‘cause i don’t ever want to imagine all the other n****s like me ever had a chance to get in your pants, so tell me that the pussy is mine

“I kinda do like the sound of that,” you admit with a sleepy smile, and he beams down at you before kissing you again, this time letting his hands caress your body slowly, leisurely, like you two have all the time in the world.

The very notion makes your chest ache with longing, and you’re surprised by how deep the ache is, like it’s unearthing an old bruise you can’t exactly see but can feel if you press just the right way.

Haechan remains oblivious to your inner turmoil, instead languidly leaving slow, wet kisses down your body until he’s at just below your navel before looking up at you with bright eyes.

“What does my pretty girl want me to do, hm?” he asks softly, sitting up so he’s sitting on his heels and letting your legs drape over his thighs. “Does she want me to taste her again?” he suggests, hands gliding up from your knees to your inner thighs, massaging and kneading the flesh.

“No,” you huff, frowning down at him petulantly, and he smiles fondly.

“What is it, baby?” he urges gently, leaning over you so you’re face to face again. “What does my baby want?”

You battle internally to find the least embarrassing words to express your desire, finally settling on, “I want you,” then reaching down to wrap a hand around his length, “here,” you finish, bringing the head of his shaft to your entrance.

He licks his lips and inhales deeply before nodding slowly and reaching between you two to replace your hand around his base, stroking himself slowly as he scans your face and body with such intensity it makes you shy, your gaze shifting away nervously.

He pushes into you until his tip is buried in your core, a low groan and a sharp intake of breath leaving him and you respectively before he slowly bottoms out, your hands instinctively finding each other as you link fingers and rest your interlocked hands on your thighs just below your hips. 

“My beautiful girl,” he murmurs adoringly, stroking the backs of your hands with his thumbs. “You just wanted to feel me inside you, yeah? Feel my cock filling you up?”

“Yeah,” you whimper softly. “You feel so good, Haechan—please move?”

“Anything for you, baby.” he promises, slowly pulling out and pushing back in with fluid motions of his hips. You let out a moan and he repeats the motion, pushing in a bit more powerfully and chuckling when you grip his fingers harder. “Feels good, yeah?”

“So good,” you urge breathlessly. “Keep going—don’t stop—”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” he grunts, starting to build a pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head and small whimpers and moans leaving you involuntarily, the sounds music to Haechan’s ears as he thrusts into you with powerful, skilled strokes. Haechan admires you as you lie on the bed—the way your breasts shift with every thrust, the sweat and saliva glistening on your body, your heavy-lidded, glazed over eyes, and your mouth parted in a silent cry—and he lets out an overwhelmed groan. “You’re so beautiful, baby—can you look at me?”

With a great amount of difficulty, you manage to refocus your gaze on your lover as he drives his length into you, filling you in the best way. 

“There’s my pretty girl,” he coos, and heat flares in your cheeks. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, baby,” you echo shyly, and he beams down at you with bright, twinkling eyes.

“You look so good,” he moans, his adoring expression almost too much to witness. “All for me, only for me, right, baby?”

“All for you,” you repeat in a whimper, and Haechan chuckles fondly.

“Are you repeating after me because you can’t think?” he taunts gently, reaching down between your bodies and massaging your clit as you cry out. 

“Mm—no,” you protest, brows furrowed stubbornly, and he raises an eyebrow in challenge.

“No?” he echoes, pressing down firmly on your clit as he rubs circles around the bud, and you shake your head insistently. “So you can think?”

“Uh-huh—” you gasp out, and he snickers before leaning over you so you’re face to face again.

“Then I must be doing something wrong, hm?” he murmurs with a growing grin before pulling out to the tip and thrusting back into you with a smooth roll of his hips.

When you suck in a breath of surprise, he chuckles and kisses the corner of your mouth, lingering as he works on building up a steady rhythm more intense than before. His one hand remains between your legs, working circles around your clit as he drags your linked hands up to beside your head to brace himself.

“Taking me so nice and deep, baby,” he praises, and you can only manage a whine in response. “Feel so good around me—like we were made for each other, pretty girl.”

“Mhm—” you pant, and he arches an eyebrow.

“Mhm, what?” he murmurs teasingly. “Mhm, we’re made for each other?”

“Mhm,” you sigh, relieved. “Mine.”

“Yours?” he laughs breathlessly, brows furrowing slightly in concentration as he pumps into you. “Are you mine, pretty?”

“All yours,” you hum dreamily, and he grins, kissing you again as he fucks you into a climax-induced stupor.

“All mine, huh? That’s what I like to hear,” he grunts as he slows down to deep, leisurely rolls of his hips as you come down from your high, and your walls clench around him, making him hiss. “Fuck, baby—do that again for me?”

“This?” you mumble sleepily, flexing around him, and he whimpers, nodding.

“Feels so good when you do that—so tight—milking me, baby, you’re so good to me—”

“You gonna cum in me, baby?” you ask in a soft lilt, gazing up at him. 

“Mm, yeah,” he groans, “you want me to pull out?”

“No,” you hum, blissed out from your climax. “Wanna feel you inside me.”

“Fuck, baby, love when you talk like that.” he mumbles in a slurred voice. “Sound so pretty when you talk all nasty.”

“Want you to cum in me, baby,” you say with a small pout that you’ll deny later if it comes up. “Please?”

“Anything for my pretty girl,” he moans, his head dropping forward in ecstasy as his thrusts slow down gradually. “Pretty girl wants me to cum inside, I’m cumming in-fucking-side—”

“Want you to fill me up—wanna milk you dry—please?” you plead, and his eyes roll back into his head as he bottoms out in you, his length throbbing inside of you. 

“Gonna be the death of me, baby,” he shudders as he fills you with his load. “That’s it, baby, take all of it,” he whispers as you clench around him repeatedly. “It’s all for you, mama, all yours.” 

When he’s sure he’s got nothing left to give, he tries, bless his heart, not to crush you when he collapses on top of you, but fails miserably. You laugh breathlessly as he struggles to get comfortable, your laughter cutting short in surprise when he elects to lay on your chest between your legs with one hand caressing your side.

“So,” you muse, and he cranes his head to look at you before catching sight of the teasing expression on your face and burying his face between your breasts with a groan. “Mama, huh?”

“It’s just a thing people say,” he insists.

“I know. It isn’t a thing you say, though.” you point out with a grin, and he whines in protest, cupping your breasts before pushing them together and taking one of your nipples in his mouth. “You called me ‘mama’… now you’re sucking my ni—Haechan, I’m onto you—”

“Shut up!” He laughs loudly as he sits up slightly. “I just thought it felt right to call you that in the moment,” he whines, dipping back down briefly to place a kiss on your breast. “And I like your tits.”

“How sentimental and romantic.” you drawl, gazing up at him with an unimpressed expression.

His gaze softens to something tender yet still teasing. “You want me to be romantic?”

You blanch, realizing the implications of what you’ve said. “I, um, have to get ready for work.” you mumble awkwardly, sitting up slightly. Instead of moving out of your way like any normal person would, Haechan remains in your space, smiling at you knowingly.

“You like me.”

“Can you move, please?” you say with a pout, poking at his bare chest. “I have to shower.”

“Can you admit you like me?” he echoes your tone. “Then I’ll get up so we can shower.”

“We?”

“We.”

“Who says we’re showering together?” you scoff in amusement.

“Your water bill. The environment. The ecosystem. Me.”

You sigh loudly. “Fine.”

“Yay,” he says with a little smile. “Now admit you like me.”

“No!” you protest, but by the way he raises his eyebrows, you may have fallen into a trap.

“So you like me… but you won’t admit it.” he muses, and you scowl at him.

“Get away,” you complain with a small laugh, pushing at his chest. He lets you push him off of you this time, willingly flopping onto his back and running a hand through his hair as he regards you. 

“I’ll take that for now.” he hums in satisfaction.

You narrow your eyes. “Shut up and let’s shower. You have work, too.”

“Mm,” he sighs happily, “okay, baby.”

When you emerge from the bathroom after washing up and finishing your skincare routine, you head over to your dresser and collect your lotion, body butter, and body oil before moving toward the bed.

Haechan is doing something on his phone as you enter the room, but when he catches a glimpse of you clad only in a bra, underwear, and an open robe, he locks it and clambers over from the headboard to the edge of the bed closest to you, eyes bright as he gazes up at you.

“Hi.” he says slightly breathlessly. “You look good.”

“Hi,” you echo, smiling in amusement. “Thank you,” you hum sincerely, and he watches as you squeeze lotion into your hand, eyes following your every move as you rub it into your arms.

“What’s this one?” he murmurs curiously, picking up the jar of your body butter. 

“Body butter,” you answer simply as you bend over to apply lotion to your legs, and he nods in understanding.

“Can I smell it?” he asks hopefully, and you laugh as you nod, making him grin as he unscrews the top of the jar and brings it to his nose. “God, that stuff smells good.”

“That’s the goal,” you confirm, and he looks you up and down before wetting his lips slowly.

“Do you need help?” he asks, voice surprisingly husky, and a surreptitious glance at his lap reveals that he’s sporting a gradually growing erection. 

“Believe it or not, I’ve done this before.” you reply wryly, and he pouts slightly.

“Do you want help?” he tries again.

You shrug. “Not particularly.” At his exasperated sigh, you burst into laughter. “Would you like to help me put my body creams on, Haechan?”

“Yes, please.” he grunts, grabbing at the back of your knee and lifting your leg so your foot is between his legs and under his crotch. “How much should I put?” he murmurs, studying the thick cream inside the jar.

“Like this much,” you show him, gently guiding his hand to scoop out some body butter into his hand. “If you use your knuckle, it doesn’t get stuck under your nails.” you murmur softly, and you look down at him to see that he’s just staring up at you in a daze. “Haechan.”

“Mm?” His reply is distracted, his eyes a little distant as he gazes at you.

“Are you paying attention?” you ask suspiciously, and he shakes his head.

“No.” he admits with a sheepish smile. “Got distracted,” he mumbles.

“Rub your hands together.” you urge him gently, cupping his hands in yours and showing him how to distribute the product onto his hands. When he’s prepped the body butter enough, you release his hands and gesture to your leg with a jerk of your chin. His gaze drifts down to your bare leg and he groans in delight before bringing his hands to your skin and starting to rub the cream into your skin. “Good,” you exhale, admittedly a bit aroused by the feeling of his hands massaging your calf and thigh.

“Good?” he murmurs playfully, eyes flicking up to your face curiously. Unfortunately for your dignity, he seems to find whatever he was looking for, as he grins triumphantly and looks back down at where his hands glide along your moisturized skin. “Feels so good,” he half-moans, half-mumbles, and you could almost swear you feel his length twitch from where it rests against the top of your foot.

“I think this leg is done, Haechan,” you chuckle, and he gives it one last lingering stroke before retracting his hands and letting you switch your legs, adjusting your stance accordingly. He carefully takes more body butter, diligently distributing the product between his hands like you showed him before he starts to massage your other leg. A small content sigh escapes you when his thumb digs into just the right spot, and he grins without looking up from where his hands are caressing your flesh. “What’s so funny?”

“You like this, too.” he points out, and you nod slowly, much to his surprise.

“That I do.” 

“I like this a lot,” he muses softly.

You chuckle and nod, brows raised as you lift your heel to press the top of your foot against the underside of his length. “I can tell.”

“No, I mean—I like when you can be like this.” he explains carefully, looking up at you. “Real with me—and yourself—without feeling so… guilty.” 

You don’t entirely know what to say. “I do, too,” you finally decide, speaking softly, and he smiles a bit more brightly before it’s replaced with a small frown that, for some reason, genuinely causes your heart to twist. “What’s wrong?”

“I just wish we could stay like this forever,” he confesses. “Like that song by SZA—crap, what’s it called?”

“Snooze?” you supply helpfully, and his face lights up as he nods.

“How can I snooze, when I’m with you? How can I snooze and miss the moment? You just too important; nobody do body like you do.” he half-sings, half-mumbles melodically, his ears reddening as he scans your face.

“Okay, vocals,” you tease, trying to keep the mood light despite the overwhelming ache he’s just caused you. 

“Like, I never want to miss a single moment with you, and it sucks because I know this is all going to end when we walk out of here.” he laments sadly, catching your wrist as you reach to cup his cheek. He leans into your touch and sighs deeply before an idea strikes you.

Pushing him onto his back, you move to kneel on either side of his legs, straddling his lap as you smile down at him. “Then let’s not walk out of here any time soon.” you suggest. His hands move to your hips, thumbs stroking your skin as he watches you in fascination. You lean over him to grab your phone off of the nightstand, laughing when he sits up slightly so his face is pressed between your breasts, and sit back up, settling down on him comfortably.

“What are you doing?” he wonders aloud, and you put a finger to your lips to shush him as you dial a number and place the call on speakerphone.

“Hello?” the familiar voice of your supervisor comes through on the line, and you smile.

“Hey,” you say with as raspy of a voice as you can manage. Haechan’s brows shoot up in surprise and his curiosity only increases as he watches you with a growing smile. “I’m really sorry, but I don’t feel well enough to come into work today.”

His eyes light up as he finally seems to understand what you’re doing, and he sits up excitedly, only to be stopped by your palm pressing into his chest, manicured nails drumming lightly on his torso as you wait for your supervisor to respond.

“Aw, dear, I’m sorry to hear that,” she says sympathetically, and your lid drops down into a wink in Haechan’s direction as you fake cough twice into the phone. “I’ll put it down in the system that you won’t be coming in. Feel better, alright?”

“Thank you,” you say, sighing sadly for effect. “Hopefully I’ll see you soon.”

“Take care, honey.” she replies kindly.

“You too.” you echo the sentiment before hanging up the phone and smiling down at Haechan, who looks like he could burst with excitement at any moment. “Your turn.”

“My turn,” he agrees immediately, struggling to reach his phone from his position under you. You roll your eyes in amusement before reaching over and grabbing his phone for him, sitting back up and placing it on his chest.

He picks it up and taps his screen a couple of times, brows furrowing as he focuses on the task at hand, before he sets it back down on his chest with the call open on the screen.

“Hello?” a man with a gruff voice answers the phone, and Haechan clears his throat.

“Good morning, Mr. Gauthier,” he greets in as solemn of a tone as he can manage, and you cover your mouth to silence your giggles. “I hope you’re well. Unfortunately, I have a personal emergency to attend to, so I won’t be able to come into work today.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, son. I hope everything works out.” The man’s voice is softer now, considerably more gentle, and you smile at the surprising compassion from the man on the other end of the line.

“Thank you, sir. I hope to be back at work as soon as possible.” Haechan says somberly. “Thank you for your understanding.”

“Of course, Haechan. Take care now, and good luck with everything.”

Haechan bids his boss goodbye and ends the call before grinning up at you mischievously. “My schedule just cleared up for the rest of the day.”

“Well, would you look at that? Mine, too.” you reply with a playful smile. “Yunjin already left for work, and she has Pilates in the evening after work, so we have at least… seven more hours together.”

“What are we gonna do with all that spare time?” Haechan asks rhetorically, wetting his lips as he stares at yours.

Rocking back onto his lap, you reach between you two and gently palm at his length as it strains against his boxers. “I can think of a few things,” you murmur with a giggle as you lean down to kiss him.

If you could live in this moment forever, you would, and that’s precisely what makes you so nervous; the gravity of your emotions, the depth—your feelings for Haechan are not unlike getting caught in a rip current at the beach; lurking almost unseen beneath the surface, they whisk you away without a moment’s notice and any attempts to swim against the current simply exhaust you. Before, the only way to escape was to swim along the shore, humor him for a bit until you could slip away, but… something in you doesn’t want to fight it anymore. 

So, as Haechan rolls you over onto your back and climbs on top of you before giving you another, much deeper kiss, you decide to lie back and just float, letting the current guide you to wherever it chooses.

The day passes wonderfully, the two of you just guiltlessly enjoying each other’s company. You alternate from being in bed together, watching movies and shows, to cooking in the kitchen together, to curling up together on the couch—you name it, you two have found a way to make it a two-person job.

“Hey, Haechan?” you ask out of the blue. 

“Yes, baby?” He doesn’t turn his head to face you, but he’s also deeply concentrated on thoroughly sautéing​ the shrimp you two are preparing for your impulsive meal of shrimp scampi, so you don’t take it personally. ​

You try to ignore the butterflies that erupt at his casual but fond use of the pet name. “Two questions. Actually three: two and a follow-up question.”

“Hit me,” he replies casually.

“Have you ever let Winter hold it while you pee?”

His movements stop entirely, your lover now frozen as he processes what you’ve just asked him. Gently setting the spatula down and turning to face you, he tilts his head and scrunches his face up in confusion before speaking. “Baby, what?”

“You heard me,” you reply nonchalantly. “Have you… let Winter… hold it… while you pee?”

“No. I am positive that she’s never asked, though.”

“So would you? If she did?” you ask, tilting your own head to the side curiously.

“No, probably not. That’s a little weird, no?”

“Haechan, you tongue-fucked my ear less than ten hours ago. You don’t get to call things weird, sir.” you drawl.

You’d be a fool—specifically, Winter’s level of fool—not to notice the way his energy shifts after your last word. He licks his lips, wetting them, and walks closer to you.

“What did I say about calling me that?” he warns you softly, and you press your knee to his chest, pushing him back slightly to keep him at bay.

“Not so fast, I have two more questions.”

“Okay, hurry up and ask me.” he replies, slowly scanning your face with a hint of amusement making his lips quirk upwards at one corner.

“Would you let me?” you ask curiously, and he raises his eyebrows.

“I am letting you. Ask me!”

“No, no. Would you let me?” you stress the last word, and realization dawns on his face.

“Let you…hold it…” he starts slowly.

“...While you pee.” you finish with a nod of confirmation.

He pauses to think about it. “I’m not opposed, it just… never really occurred to me.”

“Interesting,” you muse to yourself. When he pushes your knee down and steps closer to you, you stop him with a hand to his chest, giggling when he groans in anguish. “I have one more question!”

“You’re torturing me, woman.” he laments sadly, hanging his head.

“Sorry,” you lilt unapologetically. “It’s related, actually.”

“To?”

You elect to answer his question with your question. “Do you have, like, a kink for being called ‘sir’ or something?”

He rolls his eyes, poking his tongue in his cheek before laughing. “Is that the question?”

“Yes,” you reply matter-of-factly.

“I think it’s hot,” he answers, pushing your hand on his chest down and out of his way before stepping closer to you. He stops just when his thighs are pressed against your knees, looking at you for some sort of signal. When you spread your legs for him, he grins and steps closer, hands sliding up your thighs. “Really hot.”

“I’ve never tried that before.” you say thoughtfully, and he raises his eyebrows in intrigue.

“You kinda sound like you want to.” he points out, subconsciously wetting his lips again as he looks down at yours.

“Haechan, the shrimp is going to burn.” you point out, and he reaches behind him blindly, fingers fumbling with the stove dials before he turns the fire off and returns his hand to your thigh. 

“Try it,” he breathes. “Try calling me sir.”

You look at him carefully, the hope and excitement written plainly on his handsome face. He watches you with eyes full of unmistakable hunger, lips parted as his breathing deepens. 

“Would that make you happy?” you ask softly, hooking your legs around his legs to urge him closer to you. At his vehement nod, you giggle before nodding back slowly but with conviction. “Then it’s my pleasure, sir.”

“What a good girl,” he praises, the grunt sounding from low in his throat, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard Haechan sound this… wanting. He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up so you’re face to face. “You gonna let me kiss you now?”

“Yes, sir.” you breathe in reply, and he sucks in a sharp breath before tugging you closer and slotting his lips with yours. He’s assertive and dominant in the kiss from the moment your lips connect, his grip on your chin moving to cup the back of your head. He holds you to him firmly, greedily devouring your every attempt to catch a breath, leaving you dizzy and desiring more of his touch. When the hand still on your thigh slips between your legs, you whimper into his mouth, provoking a groan from him.

“You like how I kiss you, pretty?” he murmurs after finally breaking the kiss for air. 

“Mhm—yes, sir,” you correct yourself at the last minute, lacking the shame you would normally have at how desperately you whine the words; you blame the lack of oxygen to your brain from that first kiss.

“I know you do, pretty girl. Love kissing you—you taste so good—could kiss you all day—” his words start to slur together as he pulls you in for another kiss, his fingers stroking at your clit gently through your shorts and underwear.

“Hae—sir,” you gasp when he slips his fingers up your shorts and starts to tug your underwear to the side. 

“What is it, hm? What is it you want?” he urges you gently, tone lilting, low and playful.

“More,” you pant, and he chuckles.

“More, what?”

“More, sir,” you stress impatiently, and he arches an eyebrow in a silent challenge that you dare not take him up on. “Please?”

His gaze darkening considerably, he asks, “Am I about to hear you beg?”

You hesitate, not sure what to say, before stammering out a slightly stubborn, “No.”

He tsks at you in disapproval. “I bet you would’ve sounded so good begging for me to touch you.”

You shake your head with a small, bashful smile. “My pride won’t let me,” you reply with a tiny shrug, and he snickers.

“We’ll work on it. In the meantime, how about you give me another kiss, yeah?” he purrs, drawing you closer once more.

“Yes, sir,” you reply, blinking up at him through your lashes. He gazes down at you, expression full of a myriad of emotions: wonder, adoration, desire, and fascination swim in his eyes before he leans in to connect your lips once more. You two are so wrapped up in each other, kissing over and over and over again, that neither of you hear the door open. Or shut. Or the footsteps approaching the kitchen. 

You do, however, hear the loud clearing of Yunjin’s throat, the two of you jumping apart hurriedly as you push Haechan off of you.

“Unbelievable,” she sighs, advancing further into the kitchen until she’s standing in front of you two, and places her hands on her hips. “I thought you two had a handle on this?”

“You’re home early,” you point out weakly, and she stares at you blankly.

“Pilates got canceled.” she explains dismissively.

“Ah.”

“Back to my question.” she presses, and you swallow, looking down at your hands. “What happened, girl?” she asks in a softer tone, and you frown deeply.

“I had a handle on it, I’m just—he’s just—” you stammer, and she arches an eyebrow expectantly. “This is really complicated.” 

“Evidently.” she sighs. “And you—” she starts, rounding on Haechan.

“Spare me the lecture,” Haechan grumbles, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m willing to bet I’ve heard it all before.”

“And you still don’t listen.” she points out. “Imagine if I forgot to mention I was bringing Winter back here.”

“You wouldn’t just forget to mention that.” Haechan counters. “You would never forget to mention something like that.”

“I might if I don’t know you’re over here boinking my roommate and best friend!” she retorts.

“So, what, do you want a warning next time I’m over?” he asks petulantly, and she stares at him incredulously before looking at you as if to say, “Really? This guy?”

You shrug.

“I want there not to be a next time.” she says slowly. “Tell me you’re both done with this.” She crosses her arms and stares you both down.

You hang your head in defeat. “Okay,” you mumble reluctantly, and look over at Haechan in anticipation of an echo that never comes. “Haechan.” you whisper, nudging him. “Tell her you’re done.”

“I’m not, though,” he huffs, and Yunjin scoffs disbelievingly as you groan in frustration.

“Please? Haechan, just say it.” you murmur, and he sucks his teeth.

“Fine,” he mutters. Looking up at Yunjin with a dead-set gaze that you know him well enough to be unnerved by, he rolls his eyes pointedly before saying. “I’m done.”

“Literally nothing about that was convincing.” she sighs disapprovingly, and he shrugs. 

“It’s the best you’re gonna get.”

“Fine. Whatever. Are you leaving now?” Yunjin asks, nodding as she does in the hopes it’ll influence his decision.

Apparently, it does. “Doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice.” he grouches before standing up and heading in your room to get his things.

While you two are alone, you avoid meeting Yunjin’s gaze. However, never one to be ignored, Yunjin clears her throat again to catch your attention. 

“I think maybe you should try to move on,” she says quietly. “So it hurts less.”

You nod dejectedly. “Yeah.”

“Jeno’s nice.”

“He is.”

Yunjin doesn’t say anything, but when you look up at her, she’s sporting a sad smile. “But he’s not Haechan.”

You sigh deeply and shake your head. “No, he is not.”

Haechan’s re-entry into the room cuts your conversation short, the male standing in your living room fully dressed and scowling.

“I guess I’m leaving now.” he announces flatly.

“Great. Get home safe.” Yunjin dismisses him, and you frown.

“Bye, Haechan.” you say sincerely, and he meets your gaze with a softened look in his eyes.

“See you later,” he replies, offering a small smile your way before leaving your apartment and shutting the door behind him. 

It’s silent for a minute before Yunjin speaks. “How long was he over here?”

“Since last night,” you mumble. 

“Didn’t you have work today?” she asks, confused, and you nod.

“We both called out.”

“Damn,” she sighs. “I’m sorry I cut your little fling thing short, I just can’t—I can’t knowingly have it under the same roof as me. I have no deniability that way, you know?”

“I get you.” you respond despondently. “I guess it’s over now anyway.”

“Honestly? I don’t think it is.” Yunjin replies. “There’s something about you two that I just can’t put my finger on, but—” she explains, brows furrowing in thought. “I just feel like the Fates have wound your strings so closely together that it’s hard to tell where one begins and the other ends.”

“Yeah? Well, tell them to stop playing arts and crafts with my life.” you grouch, and she snorts.

“I’ll be sure to pass on the message.”

jeno [19:17] hey! can i call you?

you [19:19] hiii sure :)

Your phone rings not even a minute later and you pick up before the first ring finishes. 

“Hi, Jeno,” you coo into the phone, rolling over onto your stomach and kicking your legs up in the air casually.

“Hey! I wanted to ask you a question, but I had to open with that otherwise I’d lose my nerve and not ask you.”

“Well, now I’m nervous.” you chuckle, and he laughs on the other end.

“It’s nothing bad! I was just wondering if, uh, you might want to go out sometime? Like, on a date? …Like… with me?” You can hear how nervous he is over the phone and your heart does a little skip and a jump, finding his nerves endearing.

“That sounds fun,” you reply sweetly, and he exhales loudly in relief, making you giggle. “When did you wanna go?”

“I’m not sure; I didn’t actually think I’d get this far,” he chuckles nervously, and you coo affectionately. “When are you free?”

“Hmm, well… if you’re not busy, I’m free tonight?” you suggest, and he sucks in a loud and sharp breath before there’s a loud thud and a faint swear. “Jeno… you there?”

“I’m here!” There’s rustling on the other end and his voice comes out clear again. “I, uh, dropped my phone.”

“Cute,” you remark fondly, and he laughs, the sound sweet and welcoming to your ears. “So tonight?”

“Tonight definitely works! I didn’t have a big plan or anything, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” you assure him. “What time?”

“I can come get you at, like, eight thirty?” Jeno offers, and you nod before remembering he can’t see you.

“That sounds good. See you soon, Jeno! I gotta start getting ready.” you say, moving to sit up on your bed.

“Yeah, me too. I’ll see you soon.” He sounds audibly relieved, and it warms your heart to know that he likes you enough to be that nervous. 

“Bye, Jeno,” you hum.

“Bye,” he echoes you, and you hang up the phone before standing up and doing a little excited jig. 

“Now what am I going to wear?”

Jeno comes to pick you up right on time, smiling bashfully when you open your door. 

“Hi, handsome,” you greet with a grin, and his smile widens.

“Hi, pretty. You look beautiful.” he says sincerely, and you wave your hand dismissively with a smile. “Are you ready to head out?”

“I sure am.” you agree, and he holds his arm out for you to take. You do, pleasantly surprised by the gesture, and let him lead you downstairs and to the downtown subway stop by your house. “Where are we going?” you ask curiously, turning to look at Jeno. 

“There’s this hole-in-the-wall restaurant a couple stops downtown that has the best food. It’s kind of chaotic, but the food is so worth it.” Jeno explains, and you nod, content with and intrigued by his answer.

You two exit the train about twelve stops later, with you still dutifully following after Jeno as he guides you through the busy platform with a confidence and ease that has you swooning internally. You’re not walking on the street for long before Jeno pipes up, excitedly saying, “We’re almost there!”

The restaurant—well, it’s really giving dive bar, if you’re being honest—is truly a hole-in-the-wall type of establishment; it’s completely non-descript on the outside with a worn down sign faintly displaying its name—The Sloshed Sloth—and there’s a small line of people waiting to get in as the man at the door checks their identification. You and Jeno make it to the front of the line in no time, the security guard checking your ID and letting you in without issue.

When you two finally enter the dive bar, your senses are assaulted with the raucous sounds of numerous overlapping conversations, the pervasive smell of beer and sweat, and the fluorescent signing on the walls all around you.

“It’s definitely got character,” you chuckle, and Jeno snickers as he offers you his hand. Once you take his hand, he starts to lead you further into the venue, guiding you to an abandoned booth near the back of the bar.

“It’s a little less intense over here,” he explains, and you realize he’s right; the attention-grabbing neon signs are mostly located towards the front of the bar and the dozens of conversations from earlier don’t seem to reach back where you two are. “I wanted to bring you here because it may be kind of a hot mess appearance-wise, but their food is amazing.”

“Oh, yeah? What do you recommend, then?” you ask curiously, picking up the menu on the table and looking it over.

“I’m definitely getting their barbecue bacon cheeseburger,” Jeno gushes, excitedly pointing at the item on the menu. “I think I’m gonna get their sweet potato fries, too.”

“That sounds delicious,” you sigh dreamily, and Jeno laughs.

“What are you getting, do you think?” he asks as you look over the menu carefully.

“I think,” you say slowly, “I’m gonna get the chimichurri with french fries.” 

“Excellent choice,” he affirms with a nod, and you let out a small giggle. Once he manages to get a waitress’s attention and she approaches your table with a bright smile and friendly greeting, Jeno places his order, surprising you by ordering for you as well.

She takes your orders down and tells you it’ll be out shortly as she turns and heads towards the kitchen.

“While we wait,” Jeno pipes up, prompting you to look over at him curiously, “I wanted to pick your brain about something.”

“Oh, yeah? And what might that something be?” you reply with a playful lilt, resting your chin in your palm and your elbow on the table as you regard him expectantly.

“Do you think there’s something going on between your helicopter boss in the library and the seventh grade math teacher?” Jeno asks curiously, and you blink, stunned.

“I’m sorry, what?” you blurt out, baffled.

“The day Haechan and I came to visit you at work, I saw them leaving together in a car,” Jeno explains carefully. “Not to mention, I think he’s been treating her to lunch for the past two weeks.”

“Dang?” you mutter to yourself, surprised. “I didn’t know he had it in him.”

“What, charm? Game?” Jeno supplies in an attempt to help.

You shake your head. “Kindness,” you say finally, and Jeno snorts. “Generosity. The capacity to love.”

“Is he really that bad?” Jeno laughs in disbelief, and you nod vehemently.

“He’s horrible. The worst. He’s a helicopter boss who’s not even truly my boss, and he’s a micro-managing twat that barely knows how to do his own job, yet he’s breathing down my neck as I do mine.” you huff, crossing your arms with a frown, and Jeno exhales in amusement. “What is it?”

“Nothing, you’re just… really cute when you pout.” Jeno answers, and you can’t help but smile, warmth blooming in your cheeks. 

“Oh, really?” you hum playfully. 

“Yes, really.” he answers. “I think you’ve definitely gotten that before from other people, though.”

Your mind wanders almost instantly to the main person who’s given you the compliment before, most recently, and most notably, and you shake your head absentmindedly to rid it of all thoughts of Haechan before you focus your attention on Jeno once more.

“What’s the seventh grade math teacher’s name, again? Isn’t she kind of new?” you ask curiously, and Jeno nods.

“She came while you were gone, so she is pretty new, yeah,” Jeno replies with another small confirmation nod. “Her name is Ms. Collins, but she lets the older kids call her Ms. Charlotte.”

“Oh, I think I met her in the elevator the other day!” you exclaim. “She’s, like, an older woman, right? Probably in her forties, dark brown hair with those cool gray streaks in it? Cat eye glasses?”

Jeno nods emphatically. “That’s her.”

You sit back with a thoughtful expression on your face. “Hm.”

Jeno chuckles. “Hm, what?”

“She could do so much better,” you remark. “Should I warn her he’s a dumbass and a half?”

“No, I think you should not meddle and break up what could end up being a very happy couple.” Jeno says with a very gently scolding tone, and you know he’s definitely talking about your asshat boss and the pretty older math teacher, but your mind heard “meddle,” “break up,” and “happy couple,” and now it’s racing with thoughts of your acts of infidelity and of your illicit lover, leading you to nibble at your bottom lip worriedly as you try to push the intrusive thoughts from your mind.

As if the universe was actually looking out for you for once, your internal flurry of thoughts come to a sudden halt when your smiling waitress returns with your and Jeno’s food, setting the plates down in front of you both.

”Enjoy your meal!” she chirps. “Let me know if you need anything.”

”Thank you so much,” you say gratefully, Jeno echoing you before she smiles and walks off. “Jeno, this smells delicious.”

”Doesn’t it?” he mumbles absentmindedly as he picks up his burger and takes a big bite. His eyes roll back into his head as he chews, and you wet your lips subconsciously before realizing that you, too, have a plate full of food in front of you.

Eagerly taking a bite of your chimi, you accidentally let out a groan of pleasure at the flavors on your tongue, making you and Jeno freeze, the two of you locking eyes for an uncomfortable second before you both burst out laughing.

”Good, huh?” he teases, and you nod, still giggling.

”Literally amazing.” you confirm, and he grins proudly.

”I’m glad.” he replies happily, and a comfortable silence settles between you two as you both enjoy your food.

At one point, the side of your leg brushes against Jeno’s, and he jolts, scooting over slightly while mumbling an apology.

You’re in the middle of assuring him that it’s fine and he’s allowed to touch you when a not-very-nice thought comes to your mind.

Jeno’s about as skittish as a stray cat when it comes to affection. Are you gonna be okay with initiating every act of intimacy?

Girl, shut up! Who asked you? you think to yourself with an internal huff. So what if he’s shy?

Is he shy or is he actually just not very affectionate? Haechan’s always all over you, regardless of who’s watching. 

What’s your point? you roll your eyes to yourself and hope that Jeno can’t tell that your internal dialogue is really… dialoguing.

My point is: wouldn’t you want more love than you sometimes know what to do with? Or would you rather run the risk of asking for affection every day, maybe even multiple times a day, and possibly not getting it?

…Damn, you think with a small frown. You’re good.

Girl, I’m literally just you. Now, pay attention to your date before he realizes you’re talking to yourself. 

Copy that.

“Jeno, that was delicious,” you say happily, swallowing your last fry as you sip your glass of water.

“I knew you’d like it,” he responds proudly, but the relief is also clear on his face as he smiles over at you.

You and Jeno stay a while after you’ve finished your meals, the two of you just talking and laughing until the door to the bar opens and a large, loud group of already drunk and belligerent men enters the establishment. 

You observe them with increasing wariness and growing distaste before Jeno gently nudges your knee under the table with his.

When your eyes lock on his, he looks pointedly at the group of newcomers before quietly mouthing, “Wanna get out of here?” When you nod emphatically, he chuckles and flags the waitress down to ask for the check.

When she returns with the check, Jeno places his card in the leather pocket along with the receipt and hands it back to her, not once giving you a chance to look at the total.

“It’s my treat,” he explains with a warm smile, and you can’t help but offer him a bashful smile of your own.

“Thank you, Jeno,” you say softly, feeling shy for some reason, and he grins back at you before waving his hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about it.” he assures you. The waitress returns with his card and a receipt to write the tip and sign, and he signs the receipt before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out three ten dollar bills, which, if you’re not mistaken based on the prices you recall from the menu, is a more than generous tip. “You ready?” he asks, standing and offering his hand to you to help you out of the booth.

“Ready, Mr. Big Tipper.” you agree, taking his hand and letting him guide you out of the booth.

“She doesn’t have an easy job,” Jeno explains as you two leave. “I just wanted to make it a little more worth it, y’know?”

“Yeah,” you hum in agreement. “You’re so thoughtful, Jeno.”

“Thanks,” he replies as a small blush spreads across his cheeks with his growing smile. “I try.”

“So, where do you want to go now?” you ask curiously.

“We can just walk around until something else catches our eye?” he suggests, and you nod with a smile, starting to fall into step with his walking rhythm.

As you two walk down the street, hands tentatively brushing against one another’s, you stop in your tracks and point down the block. “What’s that across the street?”

Jeno stops as well, leaning forward and squinting his eyes to see better. “Looks kind of like a park.”

“A park?” you emphasize as you turn to look at him with a growing smile. “Or a playground?”

His smile grows to match your own before he resumes walking, the two of you gradually increasing in speed as you approach the playground.

“I totally forgot there was a playground around here,” Jeno chuckles as you plop down in the tire swing, draping your legs over the tire and holding onto the ropes as you start to manually spin yourself.

Jeno moves closer to where you’re spinning, reaching out and grabbing one of the ropes holding you with ease and laughing as you yelp from the sudden jolt.

“Want me to spin you?” he offers, and you nod eagerly, giggling as he starts to twist your swing  and pull it back before releasing it so you’re sent flying forward and also spinning around rapidly. A fit of giggles escapes you as you soar through the cool night air, and you can faintly hear Jeno laughing along with you at your delight.

“Come join me!” you offer, scooting over to make room, but he shakes his head with a small smile, resting a hand over his stomach.

“I’m kinda worried my food didn’t settle yet, and I’d rather not blow chunks everywhere and ruin our date.” he replies with a small chuckle, and you nod slowly in understanding, trying to mask your disappointment.

Haechan would have spun with you, a voice in the back of your mind sneers.

And who asked you, again? you think back bitterly before patting the spot next to you again. 

“We won’t spin,” you suggest, “we can just swing a little bit.”

He pauses to think about it before relenting and nodding, smiling nervously as he climbs into the tire swing while you hold it steady for him.

Your legs draped over his lap, he lies perpendicular to you in the tire swing, the two of you leisurely starting to swing back and forth. His hand falls to your leg, resting just above your knee, and you silently relish the warmth radiating from his palm.

You study Jeno’s face as he gazes up at the night sky, admiring his bone structure and the shape of his lips before hurriedly looking away when he looks down to meet your gaze. You can feel his body shaking with amusement, his eyes trained on you as you busy yourself with looking up at the sky.

“The stars are so pretty tonight,” you mumble in an attempt to change the subject, and Jeno hums softly in agreement.

“They’re beautiful.” he agrees. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” you answer, sitting up slightly.

“When I get high by myself, I just go to the nearest park and sit in the grass and look up at the sky and think about how beautiful it all is, how small we all are in the grand scheme of things, and how wonderful it is that we get to be a part of something so majestic.” Jeno says softly, almost like he’s embarrassed, and you feel your heart soften slightly.

“Jeno, that’s so deep,” you murmur in awe.

“Like, I know you don’t smoke, but it’s moments like that when I’m high that really make me appreciate nature.”

“I totally get you, Jeno,” you assure him with a smile. “I mean, I’m still not gonna smoke, but that makes perfect sense.”

“Oh, don’t worry!” Jeno’s quick to reassure you. “I’m not trying to make you smoke. I would never want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want.”

“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” you coo at him sweetly, and he chuckles bashfully, his cheeks pinking.

His fingers tentatively crawl up your leg to where your hand rests on your thigh, and his fingers tentatively curl around yours, his body visibly slackening with relief when you give his fingers a gentle reassuring squeeze. 

He beams at you before looking down at your hands as he starts to toy with your fingers. As he does, you close your eyes and tip your head back to rest on the rope as you think about your evening so far.

Without meaning to, you think you’ve started to friendzone Jeno, merely taking his affectionate gestures and words as harmless flirting and returning the energy with all the playfulness and virtually none of the actual intent. 

He’s super kind, thoughtful, and sweet, you think to yourself, so you have no idea why you can feel yourself holding back.

You’re holding back, your mind chimes in, because he’s not Haechan.

Bullshit! What does Haechan have that Jeno doesn’t?

Spontaneity, your mind retorts. Excitement. Passion. Not to mention that look he gives you sometimes where it’s like he’s gently unraveling your layers and marveling at everything he reveals.

That’s enough out of you, you think bitterly to yourself.

Haechan offers a deeper connection—a chance at real intimacy. Jeno is the epitome of playing it safe. Don’t you want to take a real risk for once in your life?

Don’t you ever shut up? you think in a huff.

Girl, I’m literally you. There’s no off button to your thoughts.

You sit up with a sudden jerk that has Jeno jolting in surprise, his fingers stilling from their previous ministrations of messing with your hands.

“Sorry, I—” you stammer, trying to think of an excuse on the spot. “I got a cramp in my leg.”

“Oh, no, are you okay?” Jeno starts to fuss over you, moving to examine your legs. “Which one is it? Where’s the pain located? I can massage it out—”

“Oh, that’s okay!” you lie, starting to sit up entirely. “I think I can just walk it off, right?”

“Of course, yeah, let’s get you up and moving.” Jeno worries, climbing out of the tire swing and helping you to your feet. You stretch your limbs for good measure, shuddering in relief as your muscles tense and relax, and look up at Jeno expectantly when you’re ready.

“Lead the way,” you offer with a wave of your hand, and he grins, offering you the crook of his elbow. You take it and he starts to lead you both further down the street, your intrigue building as sounds of excitement in the distance register in your ears and get louder the closer you approach. Starting to observe your surroundings more carefully, you notice a bunch of lights and commotion further down the street. 

Mindlessly looping your fingers with Jeno’s, you start to pull him towards the sounds of what you can now recognize as a street carnival. 

“You wanna check it out?” Jeno asks, watching you with fond amusement as you tug him closer to the entryway arch.

“Can we?” you ask hopefully, turning to look back at him, and the way he looks at you in response—like he would give you anything you asked for and more—causes your cheeks to warm and you to turn back around shyly.

He catches up with you, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you in closer to him. “Anything you want.” He looks over at you with that same fond smile that has you running in circles internally while also feeling some sense of guilt that you don’t particularly want to acknowledge at the moment.

You two walk under the entryway arch and marvel at all the activities and booths and the smells of various carnival foods waft through the air. 

You’re barely inside of the carnival for ten minutes before everything goes south.

“Well, well, well,” a familiar voice says from behind you, and you stop in your tracks.

It can’t be.

You turn around slowly and, sure enough, there stands Haechan with a mischievous smile trained specifically on you and with him is Winter, who waves excitedly with her hand holding a cone of pink cotton candy.

“Hey, guys!” Jeno greets goodnaturedly, and you wish you could share his enthusiasm, but one look at Haechan’s bright eyes tells you that he’s up to something.

“How did you know we were here?” you ask, staring dead at Haechan suspiciously.

“We didn't?” Winter answers, confused as she turns to look at Haechan. “Haechan just scooped me up from my apartment and took us here on a whim.”

“Haechan,” you ask as calmly and casually as possible, “what are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to go to a carnival! I love the, uh… ambience.” Haechan answers with a resolute nod that convinces everyone else but you. “When Jeno said he was taking you on a date to a carnival, how was I supposed to know it was going to be this one?”

You could almost swear your eye is twitching. “So you knew we were going on a date and, what, it inspired you or something?”

Haechan meets your eye contact nonchalantly, so entirely unbothered that it, in turn, bothers you. “Yep. What’s the matter? We can’t go on dates in the same place?”

You’re about to fix your mouth to say “No,” but Winter claps her hands excitedly, bouncing up and down in place.

“We can do a double date!”

“Yeah, a double date! How about that, hm?” Haechan’s eyes never once leave yours, and you can feel your insides twisting with discomfort and frustration as you level his gaze.

“I don’t mind if you don’t,” Jeno murmurs to you, scanning your face for any visual cues as to what you want. His consideration for your feelings makes you smile in spite of the difficult situation you’ve found yourself in, and you find it remarkably easy to turn that smile into an easygoing one.

“Sure,” you say, not sparing Haechan a second glance as you take Jeno’s hand and lead him further into the throng of people. “Why not?”

“Mm, churros.” Haechan sighs longingly as the vendor takes the $5 from Jeno and passes you your paper cone of churros. “Those look so good.”

You stare him dead in the eyes and bite down on the end of one of them, chewing and swallowing before you say, “They are.”

You keep walking, making sure to stay by Jeno’s side as you eat four out of five of your churros.  It’s not until you’re on the last piece that Haechan speaks up again.

“I bet they’re so warm and crunchy and sweet.” he says, eyes flickering between the churro piece and your lips. “You know how much I like sweet things.”

“So I’ve heard.” you brush off his double entendre and turn to Jeno. “Jeno, you want some?”

“Mm, maybe–”

“What about me?” Haechan complains loudly, appearing from behind you and putting his chin on your shoulder. 

“What about you?” you retort, and Winter giggles.

“Can I have a piece, please?” he begs, and you crane your neck to look at him disapprovingly. “Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please—”

“Fine!” you snap, breaking off a piece and stuffing it in his mouth so suddenly that he starts to cough. In the mayhem that is Haechan’s impending choking fit, he bumps you as you’re about to hand Jeno the final piece and the treat falls from your fingers, landing pathetically on the pavement. “You’re kidding.”

“Whoops,” Haechan says, far too chirpy to truly hold any signs of remorse. “Guess Jeno didn’t get to try after all.”

You frown up at Jeno apologetically, but he’s already waving you off with a warm smile.

“Don’t worry about me; I’m still pretty full from the dive bar.” 

Winter’s face lights up as she migrates over to walk by Jeno’s side. “You guys went to the dive bar near here, or the one closer to the train?”

“The one near here,” he answers, and Winter starts to bounce excitedly in place.

“I love their fries,” she gushes, and Jeno nods vigorously in agreement as they start walking together, soon walking well ahead of you and Haechan as they get more immersed in their conversation.

“Haechan.” you say in a low tone, and he turns to look at you far too innocently. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing? I just love my sweets.” he answers, eyes dropping to scan your frame quickly, but not quickly enough to avoid your scrutiny. When he realizes he’s been found out, he drops the facade and trains his gaze on your lips, licking his own subconsciously.

“Stop looking at me like that.” you mutter under your breath, knowing full well you don’t trust yourself around him anymore.

“You got a little sugar right here,” he whispers under his breath, gesturing to the corner of your mouth and leaning in to swipe it off with his thumb before you get the chance.

“Thanks.” you say suspiciously, and he shoots you a dazzling smile right before popping his thumb in his mouth, ignoring your strangled yelp of surprise, and sucking the sugar off, his eyes closing in bliss before he reopens them with a small yet deeply inappropriate groan and trains his dangerously sultry gaze on you. “That’s strike one, Haechan.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared.” he feigns fear, shaking his hands and rolling his eyes. 

“What do you want?”

“You.” he answers as if it were obvious.

You make a loud buzzer sound, shaking your head as you try to calm the butterflies that erupted at his bold admission. “No.”

“Stop ignoring me.”

“No? You know good and well why I’m ignoring you.”

“Because you know the connection we have and it scares you.”

You make the loud buzzer noise again and scowl at him. “Wrong answer! Because you have a girlfriend and you keep stepping out on her like some kind of slut.”

“...So if I wasn’t dating Winter, you wouldn’t be ignoring me right now?” He has the nerve to sound hopeful, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“If you weren’t dating Winter, I wouldn’t know you.” you remind him, and he rolls his eyes.

“We would have met eventually. I think we were meant to.” he says confidently, and you pinch the bridge of your nose and breathe in and out deeply.

“Go back to your girlfriend, Mr. Strike One.”

“Come one, come all, come try your hand at the Water Gun Race! First place gets to pick one of these adorable stuffed animals up top!” The stand attendant’s impressively loud voice carries over the din of the crowds, and you can’t help but look in his direction curiously. 

Jeno follows your gaze and leans down to murmur in your ear, “I bet I can win you one of those plushies.” When you turn to look at him, he’s grinning and nodding encouragingly, his features bright with excitement.

“Yeah?” you muse thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow in a wordless challenge. You jerk your chin towards the penguin plushie sitting towards the top of the shelves. “I want that one.” 

“You got it, babe.” Jeno puffs out his chest and strides over to one of the chairs, sitting down and holding onto the water gun attached to the table.

The fond smile on your lips from watching him drops at the sight from your peripheral vision of Haechan eyeing you both before he says something unintelligible to Winter and makes his way to the same table, sitting down at the other end of the chairs.

You turn to ask Winter what plushie she asked for only to find that she’s disappeared into the crowd without a trace. 

“Haechan, where’d Winter go?” you ask suspiciously as you stand behind him and speak lowly enough for only him to hear.

“I gave her $3 to get herself a corn dog.” he replies dismissively, leaning back so his back is against your thighs. “I’m about to win you a plushie.” 

You freeze and look down at him skeptically. “You wouldn’t dare do that.”

“Watch me.” The sheer determination in his voice is startling and, if you’re being honest with yourself, more than a little arousing, so you push yourself away from his back and make your way over to Jeno. 

You lean against his back and place both hands on his shoulders, smiling when he tilts his head to the side to rest his cheek on the back of your hand. 

The attendant starts the game, and all the participants start shooting water at their respective targets. You can’t help but look from between Jeno and Haechan, both of whom are sporting furrowed brows and straight faces of concentration that have your insides fluttering with excitement.

It feels like time slows as you realize that Jeno’s and Haechan’s moving markers are just about neck and neck and it fully processes in your mind that you do not want Haechan to win the stuffed animal and give it to you. 

“Go, Jeno! You’re so close!” you cheer, and whatever powers that be seem to hear you, because his marker shoots ahead of Haechan’s, much to your relief, and hits the winning mark, making various people around you join in on your cheering.

He looks back at you with a bright, proud smile, and you beam back down at him. As he stands and reaches forward to point at the penguin plushie you want, your gaze slides over to Haechan, who’s watching you with a small smirk. 

He raises his eyebrows as if to say, “Is that so?” You blink impassively at him before turning away to face Jeno, who’s handing you the penguin plushie with a triumphant grin on his face.

“Told you I could do it.” He runs his hand through his hair and you watch in a dazed fascination as his bicep flexes and tenses with the movement. 

“I knew you could,” you hum sweetly, pulling him into a hug. His arms wrap around your waist and you rest your cheek on his chest, and you would be enjoying the moment if you couldn’t feel Haechan’s eyes on you both. 

“Come on—let’s go check out the haunted house,” Jeno suggests excitedly, tugging you along with him as you whine in protest. “Are you scared?”

“Yes, actually. Yes, I am.” you admit, and he nods slowly.

“I’ll protect you,” he says with a teasing smile, puffing out his chest for emphasis.

After a moment’s hesitation, you groan in defeat and his smile widens as he guides you towards the haunted house.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, guys; I am not excited to go to this haunted house.” you announce, and to your dismay, everyone just laughs.

“It’s gonna be fun!” Jeno does his best to soothe you, but his reassuring words fall on deaf ears as you pass under the grim, dark entryway of the haunted house. Winter sticks closely to your side, Haechan just ahead of you both, and Jeno walks alongside you, the back of his hand brushing against yours in a wordlessly comforting gesture.

The first couple of scares are mild, actually; a sudden mechanical cackle and flash of light, a skeleton popping out from behind a corner, and you’re momentarily convinced that you can actually handle it.

“See, I told you it wouldn’t be bad—holy shit!” Jeno flinches back at the sudden revving of a chainsaw to your left and when you turn, a figure covered in blood and sporting a hockey mask promptly charges at the four of you, making you scream in terror.

A hand loops around your wrist and you’re being tugged forward, your mind going on pure survival instinct as you run to keep up with the person pulling you. The revving sounds seem to echo all around you, effectively concealing the person’s exact location, and fear builds in your chest, your breathing coming in short, shallow spurts.

When the hand holding you finally stops pulling you, you can barely even see straight, tears of panic swimming in your eyes, blurring your vision as you clutch your chest, breathing in and out erratically.

It all happens faster than you can process; one second, you’re doing what feels like fighting for your life, and the next you’re wrapped in a tight, warm, comforting embrace. The act of kindness is enough to tip you over the edge, apparently, because you start to break down in the person’s arms, crying and sniffling pathetically as they rub your back in soothing motions and shush you gently.

The person continues to hold onto you even after you manage to calm down, gently rocking you from side to side and humming in a… very familiar voice.

It dawns on you, now that you’ve somewhat regained your composure, that you never once got a good look at your savior, and your heart feels like it’s about to drop to your ass as you piece together the few facts you’ve gathered.

You’re almost dreading looking up, having a painfully strong inkling as to who you’re going to see, but your suspicions are confirmed when your savior finally speaks.

“I’ve got you, baby. You’re okay.” he murmurs into your hair, and you slowly pull back, staring up at Haechan incredulously.

“You’re kidding.” You very much sound like you’ve been crying, your nose stuffy and voice trembling slightly, but the entirely displeased tone of your voice rings out clear as day.

“God, you’re even beautiful when you cry,” Haechan murmurs in awe as he takes in the sight of your teary-eyed expression, and the dam holding back all of your frustration from earlier and your pent-up emotions just bursts.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” you say flatly, voice no longer trembling with unshed tears but with steadily building anger. 

He has the nerve to tilt his head to the side in confusion. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Wh–what’s wrong?” you ask in disbelief. “What’s wrong? You’re not supposed to be here!” You’re so frustrated that the words are having a hard time coming out, but he clearly hears them all the same as a slightly guilty expression creeps onto his face. “It’s supposed to be you and Winter and me and Jeno!”

“Well, we got split up—” Haechan starts, but you cut him off, not wanting to hear any excuses.

“We got split up because you grabbed my hand instead of your girlfriend’s.” you say slowly and clearly so he can hear where he went wrong.

“It was a reflex!” He defends himself, and you groan loudly, clapping a hand over your face in exasperation. “You’re gonna stand there and get mad at me because I reflexively thought to save your life?” 

“Haechan, it is not about the fucking chainsaw man or whatever that was.” you huff through gritted teeth. “It is about the fact that I’m trying to be a good person and end whatever you and I had going on, and you won’t let me.”

“I’m not doing anything!” he counters, conveniently avoiding your gaze as the blatant lie hits your ears.

“You crashed my date. That was the first red flag.”

“Anyone could have been at this carnival—”

“Haechan, do not piss me off.”

To your surprise, he actually falls silent, and it’s your first clear giveaway that he knows he’s in the wrong.

“You ate my churro,” you remind him, “then you made me drop the last piece so Jeno couldn’t have any.” You stare him down, daring him to defend himself, and he at least has the decency to look mildly ashamed. “You almost sabotaged Jeno from winning me this plushie. Now, we get into a haunted house and at the very first opportunity, you whisk me away from Jeno—not to mention you straight up abandoned your girlfriend.”

“Okay, I get it,” Haechan mumbles contritely, and you shake your head.

“I actually don’t think you do. Haechan, wh–why can’t you let me even try to be happy without you?” you ask, beside yourself with frustration, and it seems like whatever emotions Haechan has been holding inside finally reach a boiling point as he meets your gaze with a blazing intensity in his eyes.

“Because—because all I see—all I fucking see when I close my eyes is you!” He whisper-yells exasperatedly. His words take you by surprise, and the incendiary words linger in the thick silence between you two. He looks tortured, actually, the longer you look at him, and you start to wonder what else he’s been holding inside.

“Haechan, you can’t have both of us.” you say softly, and he laughs humorlessly.

“I thought you weren’t going to make me choose?”

“Haechan… if you really thought you could keep this up forever, you really are bonkers. Not to mention, I think we’re officially at the point where you’ve got me royally fucked up.”

His eyes snap up to look at you in surprise, a glimmer of hope plainly displayed on his face. “So… you have feelings for me?”

“I don’t know what I have.” you grouch, throwing your hands up in frustration. “I just know that whenever I see Winter hanging on your arm, I want to throw up and hurl a chair across the room.” Haechan is silent, and you almost don’t want to look at him, don’t want to see what he’s feeling, but you look anyway against your better judgment to see him standing before you almost devastatingly hopeful. Clearing your throat, you continue on, “I also know… that for some fucking reason, I can’t stop thinking about you… no matter how hard I try to distract myself.”

Haechan’s silent for several beats, most likely letting your words sink in, and then he takes a tentative step towards you. “Baby…”

You hold up a hand to stop him immediately, not prepared for him to come any closer. “Don’t call me that,” you mutter. “I can’t even look at you right now without thinking of that poor girl.”

You can see him nod slowly out of the corner of your eye, and he looks up pensively, seemingly choosing his next words carefully.  “So what do you want to do?” he finally asks, and you’d be a fool to miss the absolutely raw vulnerability in his voice. He might as well have reached into his chest cavity and offered you his beating heart, and it becomes rapidly apparent to you that you must mean more to him than you previously thought.

“I want… to find a way out of here,” you sigh, feeling drained from the myriad of emotions you just ran through. “And I want you to make up your mind once and for all.”

He nods again, slowly, then once more with a surprisingly steely resolve that has you wanting to pick his brain to find out just what his decision is.

Before you can even consider asking, however, there’s a commotion coming from the hallway to your right, and when you see Jeno accompanying a shaken Winter, you don’t even know whether you feel relieved or disappointed.

“Holy crap, you guys,” Winter says, her face paler than usual. “Let’s never go into a haunted house again.”

“I’ll do you one better,” you chime in. “Let’s get the hell out of here before something worse happens.” You don’t wait for anyone to agree, simply turning around and heading towards what you hope is the exit.

“That was definitely in the top five scariest experiences of my life.” Winter says with a frown as you exit the haunted house, greeted once more by the sounds of joy and laughter and the sight of carnival lights flashing everywhere.

“It was top three for me—and it wasn’t two or three.” you huff tiredly, and Jeno laughs fondly, slinging his arm around your shoulders.

“It’s over now, thankfully.” he says soothingly, and you smile up at him, trying with all your might to avoid meeting Haechan’s gaze. 

“Sorry to be a buzzkill, actually, but I think I want to go home after that,” you announce carefully, and Winter nods vigorously in agreement, looping her arm with Haechan’s and looking up at him with wide, puppy-dog eyes.

“Take me home?” she asks Haechan in a sweet, almost baby-like voice, and it takes everything you have not to gag and maybe even heckle her.

“Sure thing,” he replies, barely sparing her a glance. You wince internally at the way he brushes her off, but she seems not to notice, smiling brightly and redirecting her attention to you and Jeno. 

“Good night, you guys!” she chirps, and you give her a half-hearted wave back, masquerading your reluctance as exhaustion.

“Night.” you answer, watching their retreating backs with both relief and a growing sense of unease.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” Jeno murmurs to you, and you answer him wordlessly with a genuine smile, subconsciously clutching the penguin plushie he won for you. 

The train ride back to your place is quick and quiet, with you tilting your head to rest your cheek on Jeno’s shoulder as he plays with your linked fingers. Before long, you’re standing in front of your apartment door with a suddenly shy Jeno, and you can’t help but find his newfound nervousness endearing.

“I had a great time tonight.” Jeno admits, albeit a bit shyly, and you smile widely, nodding in agreement.

“Me too. We should do it again some time.” you suggest, and his expression perks up instantly, relief and hope written plainly across his features.

“Definitely. Have a good night, yeah?” He leans closer and you close your eyes in anticipation only to be surprised with a soft kiss to the forehead. The gesture is small, but sweet, and your cheeks start to blaze something fierce as a smile tugs at your lips.

“You too.” you reply, leaning up to press your lips to his cheek softly. He beams at you and squeezes your hand comfortingly. “Good night, Jeno. Text me when you get home?”

“You got it.” he agrees before slowly extracting his fingers from yours and turning to head to the elevator down the hall. You wait to enter your apartment, watching as the elevator comes and he enters it, the door sliding shut and leaving you alone in the hallway.

Closing your door behind you, you sigh deeply, heading to your bathroom to get ready for bed.

You think back about your time with Jeno tonight and how, despite Haechan’s constant interfering, you still had a wonderful time on your date. 

As you climb into bed about thirty minutes later, a text comes in on your phone.

jeno [22:49] made it home safe :) have a good night

you [22:50] yay!! you too :)

You put your phone on your nightstand and roll over to go to sleep, wondering all the while why things can’t just be easy.

As if the universe was eavesdropping, a text notification pings on your phone, and you roll back over to face it, unlocking it and squinting at the bright screen.

haechan [22:53] i’m gonna fix this

you [22:55] fix what???? haechan what are you talking about?

haechan [22:56] us. i’m gonna fix it

you [22:57] …what are you gonna do

haechan [22:59] nothing right now

you [23:01] ????? that doesn't answer my question??

haechan [23:03] good night beautiful don’t worry about it

you [23:03] and yet here i am. beyond worried

you [23:10] helloooooo??

you [23:15] jfc good night i guess

You toss your phone back on the nightstand before flipping over in a huff and trying to calm your racing thoughts enough to fall asleep.

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Hey if you're comfortable with it, do you think you write about how 141 would react to finding out you're ticklish? Preferably nsfw. Maybe they just tease you with it or maybe they have a session with you after a while and enjoy how it drives you crazy. It could be poly141 or just a drabble with each members reaction.

I love your writing sm

I'm sorry this took a while anon, thank you so much for your request!! This is the first time I've written about tickling, so I hope it came out alright. I loved researching this lmfao it's so cute

Pairing(s): 141 x reader (separately, not poly or sharing this time sorry! :p) Warnings: Bondage and restraint, tickling, tickling during sex Wordcount: 1.2k Summary: How each of the boys enjoy tickling you :p AO3 Link: Right here! <3

Full drabbles under cut <3

Price loves your laugh; just the sound can get him hard. Maybe you should’ve seen it coming from the first date. It was the first thing he complimented you on in the small bakery – heart eyes over the brim of his coffee cup that had your cheeks red, already breathless at the story between a cheeky sounding sergeant and someone’s poor dog. He stores every terrible joke exchanged amongst his boys, bringing them home just to fill your ears with them, to get anything from that exasperated little giggle to a shocked cackle at some of Ghost’s darker ones – the first time he hears you belly laugh, he writes the beginning of his wedding vowels.

For him, there’s a privilege in being allowed to bring you to such a vulnerable state, dazed and breathless, whether it’s scrabbling against the material of his shirt as you’re bent over in hysterics, hiding behind your hands, gasping for air at the comedy he’s been nagging you to watch, or between his thighs against the mattress, straining with hiccupped shrieks and pleads at his weight as he tortures your overstimulated skin. The only thing he uses is his fingers, and he’s stubborn about it, possessive of the tactile connection between his fingertips against your skin. The furthest he goes is a plug in your pussy, with a command to try and keep it there at the threat of a good spanking (though you both know you’re going to fail).

He challenges himself to make you come with just tickling – he neglects your needy pussy, wet and fluttering with arousal, until the delicate dragging of his nails down the plush insides of your thigh has you spasming around nothing.

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Gaz, poor Gaz. Gaz, with blood under his nails he just can’t scrub, who sees someone’s face with every punch he throws at the bag. He’s heard the way his peers talk all throughout his service – spank their ass, slap their face, tight grip to the throat, till they ache.

There was only one part that ever stuck with him – till they ache.

The only time he raises a hand against you is to watch you squeal in anticipation before it flies down to your stomach, skittering up and down the soft skin as you twist and writhe against the sheets. It’s everything he needs – he can make you cry, beg, scream, with the whisp of a few touches, the softest of caresses. Tracing the marks that scatter your skin, only love bites and the imprints of restraint. On some nights, Gaz loves tying you up and tickling you, watching you squirm and contort against his ropes in an attempt to escape. The knots dip into your flesh, keeping your arms straight and pointed to the metal hook that meets the rope stemming from your wrists, legs spread wide with the thick bar anchoring your feet flat to the ground. His fingers dance over every inch of skin bare to him, honing to the areas you try to pull away from, watching you sway this and that way in peals of laughter as he switches between sides on your ribs.

Unlike Price, he doesn’t care for games – he’ll give you what you want. A toy, his fingers, his cock. Slow and steady, letting the rope drop a little to bend you at the waist, rocking back and forward into him, clenching down those slick and warm walls in sync with each ragged laugh. He doesn’t mind wielding a tickle wand, dragging the feathers up and down your thighs, your armpits, behind your knees. It’s not over until your eyes are puffy, cheeks tear stained as you sag under your own weight, kept suspended by the rope as your knees shake.

-

Soap becomes aware of your ticklish nature very quickly, being such a tactile partner. He’s always touching you – whether it’s an arm around your waist, foot rubbing against your calf, pinkies linked together – and it isn’t long before he unintentionally makes you squeal, accidentally brushing up against one of your most sensitive areas. The noise makes him jump, worried he’s hurt you, but when he sees the red of your cheeks and the shy smile on your face? Oh, it’s over for you.

“Y’ticklish, bonnie?”

He’s all a-grin every time, hands raising menacingly with wiggling fingers.

For a while it stays non-sexual, but poor Johnny can’t help himself. The tickle fights start to linger way past what’s appropriate, making home in his mind – how you get so panicked and squirmy, trying to get away from his fingers, your breathless laugh and gasps as his name whines so desperately from your lips. Your squeals rings through his ears during overdue paperwork in his late nights, so clear that he swears your lips brush across the tips of his ears, and Price avoids looking at him too closely as he turns in the files before leaving.

Sly, smart Johnny starts off slow. When the mood is playful during sex, he purposely rubs his hair and beard up against your neck, your back, feeling you pulse erratically around him with each giggle. He introduces it in increments, a foot in the door as you warm to the idea. Things really get going when he confesses, head buried in the crook of your neck as he groans how the way you flutter around his cock with each giggle brings him so close, and you can't help but laugh at that too. Poor Johnny comes harder than he ever has, and you can't help but want to indulge the glassy, lovestruck expression on his handsome face.

Unlike Gaz, he’d never restrain you - Johnny loves fighting you to stay still, caging you in or dragging you back by the ankle into his reach.

-

For Ghost, he loves the chase and anticipation beforehand, and his favourite way of being a pest – catch him brushing against just the right spot to make you jump and squeal as his arms slip around you, or his chin nuzzles into your neck.

But it starts with a morning of productivity, taken with your own domestic chores in a quiet co-existence. He’s finished a spot-tidy, bringing some discarded rubbish and checking on you in the kitchen. You’re unsuspecting, caught up in your respective daily activities, fixated on the job in front of you – and something hits him. The way you bob along happily to the music in your head, scrubbing at the dishes with a sway in your hips, caught up in your own world. Your happiness is magnetic, beckoning him and basking him in the same warm rush of dopamine. A light bubbles up through his body, something that forces its way from the depths of his chest more often when you’re around, and his feet are moving towards the kitchen before he thinks twice.

“Hey love?”

You hum questioningly, putting elbow grease into a particularly stuck blemish from the morning’s dishes.

“Got somethin’ for you.”

You finally turn around, soapy hands in the air as droplets cascade from them. Simon gives you a second to stare quizzically, watching your expression morph into a pleading grin as his hands creep up from his sides, fingers curling over into a leering grab.

“No! I’m washing dishes, please!”

His grin widens, fingers wiggling threateningly. “Then dry your hands.”

Your hands fall to your shirt, squeezing the material as you ready yourself to bolt. He squares up, arms outstretched, but he doesn’t close them as you swoop by close enough, out the kitchen in a mad dash. Though the chase is superficial, it doesn’t stop the thrill that jolts him with each impending step, following you through to the loungeroom. The sofa keeps him at bay, circling each other in a practiced synchronisation around the furniture as you feint left and right, keeping him guessing which way you’ll take off.

You bluff right to distract him from your plan to run the other way, but Simon lunges left anyway. He’s faster than you can think, reading the tensing of your muscles, and unable to rectify your charade as you scramble, his arms clamp around you in a swooping grab.

And as you gasp and giggle underneath him, something stirs to life.

dividers by cafekitsune

[bhaalbaaby]

hi! if you don't mind i would like to make fic request :>

Just some short smut fic about Gale/female wild mage sorcerer elf Tav with some bdsm where Tav is dom.

I would be very grateful!

Title: Lay Me Down (1740 words) Pairing: gale/f!reader Warnings: bdsm, rope play/shibari, dom/sub, handjobs, oral, aftercare A/N: sorry about the delay! this was a very fun prompt and i hope you like ♥

Read on AO3!

Mage hand has many magnificent uses. You smile down at Gale, the indigo ropes wrapped snugly around his body, arms tied behind his back. Having the extra hands came in handy as the Wizard likes to wiggle around, claiming to be ticklish.

You squat down in front of him, his big brown eyes so round as he looks into yours. "Now, you'll be a good boy for me, pet?" You ask in a husk whisper, your breath tickling his neck as he squirms.

"Y-yes, mistress," Gale murmurs, still squirming in his restraints.

"Are you comfortable?" You tilt your head to the side, the rope hugging underneath his hairy chest. You gently rub your fingers over his nipples, watching his face as he bites his lip.

"Yes, mistress." He says clearer.

You stand up, stalking around him as he bows his head. You glance at the waiting hand, flicking your eyes to your subject. The hand obeys, gliding down between his thighs, and rubbing his bulge through his underwear. He sits straighter, breathing deeply. 

You stop circling him, stopping in front of him as he trembles at the phantom caresses. Your fingers drag along his scalp, gripping the soft brown and gray strands as you force him to stare at you. "Open," You command.

Like the eager pup he is, he opens his mouth, panting as you mentally intensify the hand. You grit your teeth, feeling your magic trying to spill out by the simple command, like a sneeze. You instead guide Gale's head to your panties, rocking your hips against his tongue. You stifle your moan, gripping his hair tight. He needs to earn hearing your moans.

He closes his eyes as he moves his head in a circular motion darkening the fabric. You hold his head still, grinding yourself against his mouth. He moans, sucking on where he thinks your clit is through the fabric.

Your breathing catches as you pull his head away. "Not yet, pet." You tut as he opens his mouth again.

You slowly bring your hips back, feeling his restraint not to lap at your wetness. You bite your lip as you look down, your hair falling forward on your shoulders.

You need to concentrate as the mage hand slips in his underwear, wrapping around his cock. You can see it in your mind, rubbing his shaft. He shifts, whimpering against your panties as you grind your hips against him harder. The thumb brushes over his tip as it languidly strokes him. He quickens his tongue again, this time, pressing his tongue upward towards your entrance. You squeal in surprise, moving your hips away from your keen lover.

"Please Mistress..." He pleads, his eyes flicking between your face and your panties. You quicken the mage hand, focusing the movement around his swelling tip.

"Please what?" You ask, stepping away from him as he trembles, a dark spot on his purple underwear as he leaks pre-cum.

His face tenses as he tries his best answer, to hold on to his orgasm. You wait patiently as the hand squeezes the space just under his tip. You can almost feel the wet stickiness as it coats the mage hand, but the magic is waning.

You take the risk, summoning another hand to assist with the undoing of your Wizard. With a poof,  the phantom blue hand appears near Gale. You smile as you start to command the new hand to massage his peck when darkness befalls you both. You curse at the magical darkness, not being able to see anything.

You step closer to Gale, deciding to give him what he wants due to your Wild Magic Hubris. You drag your ruined underwear down, kicking them to the side. Gale mewls in response as you drag his face to your exposed pussy. You close your eyes as his tongue laps at your folds, moving higher to find your clit. His tongue flattens against the bundle of nerves before he presses kisses on your labia, making a trail up to the tuft of hair on your pelvic bone.

"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you so much." He purrs, nuzzling your lower stomach.

You chuckle as he returns his mouth, lapping at your clit. You moan softly, ordering the mage hands to stroke him as fast as it can, the other to pinch his nipples. His moans are muffled as he tries to match your passion with his tongue lapping and suckling your clit. You whine, wishing you could see the flush of his skin.

You lift your hips, his mouth searching for your pussy as you slow the hands, deciding to wait for the darkness out. "I want to see you come, pup." You state as he whines, his breathing more pronounced. "Do not come before I say so." You add.

"Tav, you have me on the precipice. How can you be so cruel?" He gripes, panting as you stop the hands completely. You giggle, rubbing yourself with your hand, deciding to tease your pet, knowing he could only hear you. You moan softly as your fingers caress your clit before dipping inside, fucking yourself.

He whimpers again, "Mistress..."

You don't answer, only moaning as you spread your legs, your fingers fucking you so deliciously, wet noises escaping with each thrust. Pressure grows in the pit of your stomach as you imagine riding Gale's cock, but not today. He hadn't earned that today—only his mouth. 

As you get yourself close to orgasm, the darkness starts to clear. You drag your fingers from yourself, seeing Gale's puppy eyes as he gulps air. The mage hands surprisingly stay during that duration and you command them to start again. You suck on your lewd fingers as you make your way to him. He winces, leaning back as he spreads his legs, his cock hanging out of his underwear now, the wet mess on his thighs. He doesn't wait for you to tell him to open his mouth, his tongue out and ready.

"May I please make you come, Mistress? I-I-I want to make you come before me."

You smile as you spread your lips, making your clit more accessible. "You may, pet. How sweet you are," You coo as you let him do as he wishes.

His tongue quickly slashes along your clit before switching from side to side. You bite your lip as you watch, a blush come to his cheeks as he continues to work his tongue magic. His cock stands ready as he sucks your sensitive nerves, making your hips jerk. You command the hand on his chest to come to you, thrusting two digits inside of your wanton hole.

Your brows knit together as you give Gale the reigns of this hand which he eagerly accepts, fucking you hard and fast to match his tongue. You cry out, your legs trembling as he leans against your thighs burying his tongue in your wetness, the fingers curling against your g-spot. You wrap your mage hand around his hard-on tighter as you focus on his tip.

"Just like that, Gale. Fuck, you're gonna make your Mistress come." You moan, reaching down and pressing his head against your sex, your hips jutting towards him. He moans something back, though you can't make out the muffled words. His tongue wraps around your clit as he adjusts to three hands, stretching you to your limit.

You stand on your tiptoes as you look down at your sweet sub, your stomach tensing with each thrust, the pressure almost too much for you to bear.

You pull your hips away from his mouth at the last moment, releasing your pent-up pressure as you let your orgasm take over. He continues to finger you through it as you almost fall over, your knees buckling as you squat, your eyes rolling back.

You take over your mage hand, stroking his leaky cock, matching his frenzied thrusts. You two can barely look at each other as he brings you to the brink of another orgasm. "Come with me, Gale. You may come." You say, seeing his brown eyes light up at the permission.

His moan is deep within his chest as he erupts in your hands, spilling out on his underwear and thighs. You lean forward, pressing kisses on his clammy skin as you continue to milk his cock. His mage hand between your thighs wanes finally as you gently suck on his neck.

He rests back on his haunches once you let go of him. You look at your wet sticky hands, smirking as Gale pants, trying to catch his breath.

"You're so cute, Gale." You purr as you stand, going to the dresser for a linen to clean up.

He sighs, rolling his eyes. "I don't know if I want to be cute, Tav." He says, patiently waiting before you come over with a rag for him.

"You don't want to be cute for your mistress?" You tease as you wipe his legs.

He doesn't answer, holding his breath as you clean his now limp cock. "May I kiss you?" He asks after a moment.

You oblige, pecking him quickly before moving behind him. "Time to free you." You say in a sing-songy tone, undoing his arms. You smile to yourself, your rope work getting better, the indentations on his skin delicious.

He stretches out, yawning as he stands. "I know you don't like when your magic surges, but that darkness..." Gale starts, his eyes inquisitive. "It took all of me to hold myself back when I heard you, Mistress." He says, stepping closer to you, his hands resting on your hips.

"Then, perhaps we'll have to get you a blindfold next time." You rest your hands on his chest, the red marks of the rope getting covered by the dark hair there.

His eyes light up as he licks his lips. "You indulge me so much, Tav." He leans forward to kiss you but you put your hand on his lips.

"If you earn it."

His jaw clenches as he nods, "Of course. Yes, Mistress. Thank you." He bows his head slightly as you kiss his cheek.

"Good boy. Now, go get cleaned up."

He looks down at his ruined wet underwear, exhaling deeply. "Yes ma'am!"

You laugh softly as he walks out of the room to the bath, resting your hand on your chin. Maybe he did earn it, at least in this moment.

taglist: @tragedybunny @spacebarbarianweird @razrogue @thedancingbun @celestialomlette @rentheannihilator

[prolix-yuy]

Helllo!! I’m so excited for your bangathon! I love your work so much! I can’t wait to read the drabbles!

I did spin the wheel and got the mermaid position. I was having a hard time deciding which boy to pick but I can see Frankie and his wife trying a new position to spice things up. I can see it being equal parts silly and sexy. 😂😂

Thank you so much!

Oh my god, you need to know that this exact position in this exact circumstance is EXACTLY why I wanted to do the bangathon in the first place!

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x F!Wife Reader

Position: Mermaid

Word Count: 804

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, PiV sex, allusion to cumming on someone, so much silliness.

Notes: I love silliness in sex, and this was a perfect excuse to play with that. Plus Frankie can use a little lighthearted fun!

“Are you sure this is how it works?”

Frankie leans over to peer at the iPad propped up on the table next to you, which only tips you back into giggles as he squints with his mouth half-open.

“Your glasses are…”

“I can see it.”

You swallow back another laugh as Frankie helps scoot you a little closer to the edge of the dining room table, the only available surface that lines you and your husband up just right. He’s already snug inside your welcoming cunt, stomach twitching against the back of your thighs every time you feel another giggle threaten to take over. 

“Okay, then we do this…” he murmurs, bringing your legs up against his chest so your ankles frame his flushed face. 

“And it’s called the mermaid?” you ask, flat on your back in a way that pulls your hamstrings taught. It’s a little bit of a strain on your calves, nothing you can’t handle. Frankie’s attention comes back to you, broad shoulders firm under your heels. He strokes those big hands you love up your legs, a steady pull out and press back in testing the position. 

“Maybe this is your tail?” he says, a boyish smile crinkling his eyes.

“Best fish you ever caught,” you shoot back, arching your back a little to look more alluring.

“Only one in the sea for me,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your ankle. The playful groan changes to a real one as Frankie begins a firm pace, the creak of the kitchen table growing louder as he rocks into you. 

It’s…not bad. There were other positions you liked better in your quest to knock out the kama sutra. It’s just sort of…dull. Your mind wanders, admiring your husband’s dewy skin, the line of a farmer’s tan faint along his bicep. The way his curls bounce as he pants, eyes roaming your curves before making it back to your face. When your eyes meet his gaze sharpens.

“Not doing much for you?” he asks, slowing to a stop and stroking long paths up and down your thighs. You chew the inside of your cheek, contemplating.

“If I knew I was going to be looking at my feet so much, I would have gotten a pedicure.”

Frankie’s eyebrows shoot right up into those gorgeous curls, then his whole face scrunches up as he snorts and laughs into your calf. You tumble over with him, egging each other on until the laughter is uncontrollable and you’re both out of breath and half-crying. 

“My god, woman, you’re going to kill me with that mouth of yours,” Frankie gasps, leaning back to catch his breath.

“But really, come on, why would you put the least attractive part of my body right next to my favorite part of yours?” you say, your heart fluttering when Frankie’s smile softens. 

“I like your feet, they’re cute,” he rebuts, placing a too-ticklish kiss right in the arch to makes you squeal.

“I like you, you’re cute,” you reply, and the laughter smooths and melts into the glow of love that always seems to surround Frankie when he looks at you. You could live in his adoration for the rest of your life. 

“Okay, I saw another version, let’s try that,” Frankie finally says, shifting your legs so both are pressed against the same shoulder. Pressing your thighs together, Frankie’s hand splays across your stomach, thumb sliding into the slick folds of your pussy. Caressing your clit, he plants his other hand and bends forward just enough to start bringing your knees to your chest. Another circle of his thumb and your body zings with arousal.

“Oh,” you gasp, hands scrabbling to clutch at his bulging biceps.

“There?” 

“Yeah, there.”

“That’s good?”

“Fuck, yes, Frankie.”

Frankie’s pace speeds up, rocking his hips into the spot he’s mapped in every way you’ll let him take you. His thumb presses firmer in, rough pad dipping into the slick and smearing your clit into greater and greater pleasure. Tossing your head back, you let every noise spill from your chest, Frankie’s half-growls and panted praise your reward. The kitchen table protests but neither of you pay it mind, especially when a gush of your arousal drives Frankie to pound into you, the perfect roughness and power to topple you over the edge with his name tearing from your lips. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he groans, pulling out once your aftershocks subside. He rounds the other side of the table, cock and fingers milky with your cum. You tilt your chin to accept the ravenous kiss, limbs splayed and weak against the hardwood. 

“Gonna give this mermaid a pearl necklace?” you ask, his thumb rubbing along your swollen lips.

“God, I love you, baby,” he husks. You smile up at him.

“Love you too.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

[radio-navlee]

id sell my soul for you to write nikki and neil ganging up on max >:3

No need to sell your soul goul! I gotch you!

Say it!

Lee: Max

Ler: Nikki & Neil

Summary: Nikki and Neil had enough with Max just insulting them and decided to finally do something about it!(Takes place before s5)

——————————————— “Eugh! Max you reek of coffee!” Neil complained causing Max to growl back

“Yeah, I need it so I can deal with your bullshit!”

“Shhhh! Guys I’m trying to listen to what Terrence is trying to say!” Nikki shushed the boys cupping her hands around a fly and holding it up to her ear

It was a relatively hot day at Camp Campbell. Nikki, Neil, and Max laid in the grass that had been warmed up by the sun. David and Gwen thought it would be a good idea to give the campers a free day. (It totally wasn’t because Gwen didn’t wake up on time and David couldn’t think of anything to do for the day)

“Okay! Good bye Terrance!…. Yeah I can’t speak fly..” Nikki sighed

“I thought having a free day would be fun or something, I’m just bored!” Neil whined.

“Shhh! I’m trying sun bathe!” Max whipped out a pair of sun glasses and put them over his eyes.

“Sun bathing in a hoodie and jeans?”

“Guys did you hear that? I could have sworn I heard an annoying pussy start talkin” Max said with sarcasm

“Don’t call me a pussy Max!”

“I’ll call you what ever I want!”

“Can I call you stuff too Neil?” Nikki interrupted

“Nikki how about you go speak with the animals, you Snow White wanna be!” Max grumped

“Hey! I don’t even like Snow White!” Nikki frowned

“Max quit being such a dick!” Neil stated

“That’s funny, if you get to call me a dick then I get to call you a pussy!” Max crossed his arms

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Neil started to get annoyed with all the bickering.

Max, Neil, and Nikki broke out into an argument between all of them for different reasons, but it was mostly all traced back to Max. Neil pushed first

“Max your so annoying!”

“Don’t push me!” Max pushed back

“Ugh! This is exactly what I mean!” Neil and Max wrestled on the ground bumping into Nikki and pulling her into the fight as well.

“Let go!”

“Ow stop!”

“Hey!”

“GET OFF!”

“AUGH!”

Nikki and Neil both caught each others eyes and nodded their head, ganging up on Max and pinning him down.

“Hey! No fair!” Max gritted his teeth

“Stop calling me a pussy!”

“Stop calling me Snow White!”

“Get off me!!” Max growled

Now Max was pissed, this was just ridiculous! He squirmed underneath them but could get free. Nikki had pinned his shoulders to the ground while Neil unintentionally held his sides down.

“Stop callin us names! And say sorry!” Neil compromised

“This is outrageous!” Max groaned

“Now!” Neil readjusted his grip squeezing Maxs sides

“GAH! NEIL!” Max jumped

“What?”

“Don’t doho- that!”

“Do what?”

“Eh? Whatever you just did!”

Neil thought and squeezed Maxs sides again.

“Stohop! I mean it!”

“Max your ticklish?”

“Shut up!” Max blurted embarrassed

“What, can’t handle when I do this?” Neil teased squeezing Maxs sides over and over again. Max almost lost it. He tried to stifle any giggles trying to escape but Nikki was already starting to pin his arms

“GaHAha!” Max finally broke letting all the pent up giggles spill.

Neil moved up to his ribs to try to get a better reaction. Spidering between every rib and vibrating his fingers, Max was losing it.

“EHAHAhehaHA! NEHEhil!!”

“What?”

“QUHIhihit it!” Max bucked

“Say sorry!” Neil let up

“I- hihi- don’t say (inhale) sohorry!”

“Is that so? Nikki, help me out!” Neil smirked down at Max watching the smug in his eyes drain.

“I’d be glad too!” Nikki chirped, instead of hold his hands up she used her legs to pin them down, making her hands free. She giggled looking at Max wiggling her fingers, she swore she heard Max whine.

“Fuck!” Max let out his last words before Neil went back to his ribs and Nikki went right above his armpit. Teasing and tickling his upper arms instead. Luck for Max, Nikki couldn’t get under his hoodie like Neil.

“THISIS ihis STUPIHihihid!!”

“Just say sorry Max!”

“Yeah! Before I get you!” Nikki wiggled her hands in front of Maxs eyes. ‘That’s right, fuck!’ Max remembered, Nikki knew Max was ticklish, she knew all his spots.

“So are you gonna say sorry or not?” Neil stoped for a second.

“s-sohohorry…..YOUR STILL A PUSSY!!” Max insulted

“Oh that’s it-” Neil was cut off by Max laughing hysterically.

“GAHAHA! NIHIHIKIII!! FUHAHAHACK!!” Max scrunched up his neck at best he could, but he could not escape Nikki’s fast fingers.

“Nikki how did you-”

“DAHAHMNIT!!!”

“That’s not all! Look how he reacts when I get his ears!” Nikki quickly changed spots, Max squealed.

“SHIHIHIHIT!!” Max tried to shake her off but Nikki was too quick.

“NIHIKKII!! YOHOUR SUCH AHA *snort* GAH!”Did Max just snort? Holy moly, Neil was impressed. Nikki stoped to laugh.

“HAHAHehe! Sehee! Gosh Max you’re insane!” Nikki wiped a tear from her eye

“Nohot fuhunny!” Max said trying to catch his breath.

“Neil, if you’re still look for that apology. Try his hips!” Nikki said, grabbing Maxs hands and pinning them.

“His hips?”

“NO!” Max blurted

“Yeah his hips!”

“Like right here?” Neil teased tickling the air right above his hips

“Fohor fucks sake!” Max complained

“Yea yea! Right there!”

“okay!”

“Wait your serious?”

Neil inched closer

“WAITWAITWAIT!!”

Closer

“NEILISWEARTOGOD!”

“Closer”

“neilneilneilwaitpleaseyouhavenoideahowloudimgonnaget!!” Max tried to warn him panicking at the anticipation.

“If only you would-,” Neil latched onto Maxs hips, massaging into the bone

“-Just say sorry!”

“AHAHAHAHAAA! OHOHKAY!! ILL APOLOGIZE! PLEHEHEAHASEE!!” Max plead

“And it will be a real apology?” Neil did his best to drag the tickling on

“YEHES!! IT WI-*snort*-IHILL!!” Max snorted again! Nikki was laughing her ass off.

“Ok ok!” Neil let up

“gehehez!” Max panted

“I’m sohorry! I’m sorry I cahalled yohou a- a pussy!”

“There we go!” Neil clapped, Nikki let go of Maxs arms and Neil got off.

“Ugh, please shut up!” Max said covering his face in embarrassment

“Some one’s embarrassed!” Neil said in a baby voice

“Stop!” Max pushed Neil away

“I got an apology! I got max to say sor-ry!” Neil sang

Max whined, turning to his side to think of what just happened. ‘Did I really just say sorry?’ God damnit! Neil turned around to see Max lying on the ground facing away from him.

“Hey Max? Are you okay?”

“just don’t mention this every again!” Mad mumbled

“Sorry what?” Neil got closer

“I SAID-!” Max stoped himself and quieted down

“I said, don’t mention this ever again! Not to David! Not to Space Kid! Nobody should know about this!”

“About how easy it is to take you down with just a couple wiggles of the finger?” Neil laughed

“Ugh! Shut up! And yes!” Max groaned

“it took so long to get Nikki not to say anything!” Max pointed to Nikki who was digging up the grass.

“Okay okay! I won’t say a thing!” Neil said putting his hands up and backing off.

The rest of the day was pretty tiring for Max, the three of them laid back down in the grass just talking about whatever came to mind. Max eventually fell asleep causing Neil to also fall asleep, which made Nikki also fall asleep.

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Okie Dokie artichokie! Hope you enjoyed :)

-Navy out!

[gigglingsoftly]

Sorry but a can you do lee!Cartman and ler!stan, kyle, and Kenny? Sorry if this is confusing, I love your fics and I’m sorry I requested this, I really love him😭😭

-One of your fans❤️

Awww nonnie you are literally soooo sweet. And it’s fine literally ask for all the Cartman tickles you want. I will always deliver! I hope you like it!

Also I had no clue how to write Kenny’s muffles so next time 😭

Not Ticklish

Word Count: 609

Lee!Cartman/Ler!Stan, Ler!Kyle, Ler!Kenny

Cartman claims he isn’t ticklish but like we all know that’s a lie.

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The boys were hanging out at Stan’s house. They were in the living room watching Terrance and Phillip. Or at least they were trying to watch Terrence and Phillip. Stan and Kyle were play-fighting and tickling each other as per usual.

And at this point Cartman was used to it. He had gotten pretty good at tuning them and their gay ass antics out. But this was the last straw. He couldn’t hear the television over their stupid giggling and laughing.

“I’m so glad I’m not a ticklish little pussy like you guys,” The bigger boy muttered scooting closer to the TV.

At this point Kenny and Cartman had decided to sit on the floor since the other two boys were taking up the couch with their antics.

“Shut up fatass,” Kyle retorted.

Honestly, he was surprised they could fucking hear because he couldn’t.

“Yeah everyone is ticklish,” Stan said matter of factly.

“Not me,” Cartman replied, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, prove it. Me and Kyle do this all the time. Keep your arms up and if you really aren’t ticklish then you won’t laugh or anything,” The raven haired boy challenged.

“Maybe that’s how you super boyfriends or whatever the fuck you call yourselves like to spend your time but not me.” The brunette shot back.

“Dude if you aren’t ticklish then it shouldn’t matter!” Kenny added, taking his attention off the television.

“No…it’s okay guys. He’s probably lying anyway,” Stan concluded in annoyance. The other two boys nodded in agreement. They were going to just drop it and go back to watching TV.

“I am not!” Cartman wouldn’t necessarily count it as lying. His mom tickled him a little before but at most he squirmed away a little bit. It was nowhere near the reaction he’s seen his friends give to being tickled. So he was sure he had this little “challenge” in the bag.

“Okay fatass, then put your arms up!” Kyle responded.

“Fine but this is super gay,” Cartman grumbled walking on his knees toward the couch and lifting his arms.

Stan shot his fingers into the larger boy’s underarms and started scribbling. This caused Cartman to squeal and immediately try to retreat.

“See! I knew he was lying! Guys don’t let him escape! Grab his arms!” Stan shouted.

The two other boys immediately sprang to action to not let the brunette escape, holding him in place . They couldn’t… scratch that…they wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to put Cartman in his place.

This was way more than he expected. This was what those two were willingly doing to each other on a regular basis. He felt like he was being tortured. This was awful. He needed this to stop now.

“Okahahay, yohohou guhuhuys wihihin! Gehehet ohohohff alreheheheady!” The bigger boy demanded. He hated to admit defeat so early but what the actual fuck? He never experienced anything like this.

“Dude! Stan barely even tickled you!” The blond chuckled.

“Yeah, we finally found someone who’s more ticklish than me,” Kyle teased.

“Trust me. No one is more ticklish than you,” Stan said, not stopping the tickle attack.

The redhead growled playfully before pouncing on his best friend resuming their play fighting from before.

Normally this is when Cartman would tease them for how gay they are but honestly he was glad they turned their attention back on each other. He sat back up still trying to stop the residual giggles that were threatening to slip out.

“What was that you were saying again about not being ticklish?” Kenny teased. Cartman couldn’t see it but he definitely knew that the blond was wearing a shit eating grin.

“Shut up, Kenny!”

[sugarventamol]

Section 1

5

8

11

Section

7

19

26

27

42

45

46

Cuck or get cucked?

5. something you did in bed and would never do again?

doing something even though i don't want to and i feel uncomfortable :(

8. something you never did in bed and would love to do?

get my strap sucked off, mmf threesome, lots of roleplay stuff probably...

11. what kink/fantasy are you the most embarrassed about? why?

i'm really into dvp and object insertion, i have no idea why it's so embarrassing to me but i would mostly only do that stuff when i'm alone

7. what clothing would you love to see your partner in?

why ask this when you already know? ;) i want to see you in a mini skirt so damn bad, also a crop top and mini shorts but the skirt stays on top of the list since you won't wear them.

19. what's your biggest sexual pet peeve?

people who kiss with too much saliva, also i don't care to makeout that much while having sex, i feel like it mostly detracts from the experience bc i like to look at my partners face and watch their expression

26. what scent you find arousing?

not sure if i find any scent "arousing" per sey but i do like the smell of perfume and cologne and i do not like it when someone smells sweaty

27. favorite way of being degraded?

oh boy, how could i ever pick just one? i love having my hair pulled from behind and i also love having fingers shoved in my mouth while getting fucked like a greedy whore who needs her mouth stuffed full even while her pussy is being pounded :P

42. what is a sex challenge you would create? would you do it with your partner or solo?

hm idk maybe something piss related, maybe something to do with seeing how fast you can cum... just spit balling here

45. is there a kink/fetish you want your partner to have? why?

i wish my partner liked to piss themselves 🥺 that way they could get off when they do it for me

46. is there a kink/fetish you want your partner NOT to have? why?

aw this feels mean... if i gotta pick tho it's armpit fetish, that shit is so ticklish 😭

cuck or get cucked?

that's too hard, both are good 🫠 if i'm picking then cucking is def more universally fun i think

thank you for the questions! ❤️ i'm love you

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

How would BSD men lick Pussy :D

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings:Akutagawa , Atsushi , Dazai , Chuuya X fem!reader

Genre:Kinda Smut

Format:Head Canon

Warnings:NSFW! Content

A/n: needed some dirty Content on my blog and there was no dirty request,so yeah

Osamu Dazai

Bruh!

he has plenty of experience so hes extra good at it

his wild tongue will have your legs shaking for days

you wont be able to walk after that LMAO

youre definitely gonna scream out hes name,while pushing hes head down to your pussy

your loudest moans come out when he starts sucking your clit,while moving his head to right and left

after you squirt all over his face,youll pass out

Chuuya Nakahara

Lmao this ones hard

i think that Chuuya is a virgin,so he might not be really good at it for the first time

but after a few times,

oh god

this guys is a fast learner.the previous time he was licking for you he found out where to focus,where to suck,where to lick, etc etc

so yeah he'll be good.extra good

he'll ask you to sit on his face hehe

boy wants you to feel good.he wants to see you pass out from pleasure

just relax and let your hot ginger take care of you

Atsushi Nakajima

noooooo

I just cant picture this innocent baby doing that LOL

omg I feel bad for him LMAO

ok

um

hehe I don't know

omg hes so innocent I just cant T^T

I don't think hes that good at it

but he'll definitely do it if you ask him to

I think he'll blush while doing it LOL poor boy

just running around hes tongue down there

it will be mostly ticklish LMAO

hes so innocent,so youll just have to fake it XDDDD

just tell him where to focus,and he'll learn

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Ahhh

Yamete Kudasai XDDDDD

lmao

I don't think he'll do it constantly

just like on special occasion

bruh imagine this

you were wearing a tight dress and other guys couldn't take their eyes off your body

and it made him really pissed

so when you come home he starts giving you a hard time till he makes you angry

"why the heck did you have to wear that shit in front of those bastards?"

"i wear what i wanna wear! its none of your business! its not like you own me or something!"

Oops!

"oh,really? then let me show you who you belong to"

so he'll throw you on the bed,rip your dress off and goes for your pussy

its not against your will ok? you were kinda horny so yeah

hes gonna make you cry from pleasure

after 3 minutes youre screaming his name

tongue fucking,fingering while licking for you

oh god just kill me this is so fucking hot

he suddenly stops licking and just starts fingering you

"who do you belong to?"

youre dying from pleasure,but to bratty to tell him what he wants to hear

"N-No one"

he suddenly goes for your clit and sucks it so hard that you scream the loudest moan you cant

"A-Ahhh fuck fuck f-fuck im s-sorry! you daddy! i-i belong to y-you! fuck just make m-me c-cum already Oh my god just like that ah!"

thats the first time you call him daddy,and he likes it hehe

so when you finally cum,you just relax,close your eyes thinking its finally over,when he starts rubbing your pussy as fast as he can

"omg Ryuunosuke s-stop it h-hurtssss ahhhh ahhh ahhhh"

this time you squirt

your cum will be literally flying in the air LOL

Intense orgasm

you cannot move anymore

he'll just hug your body and give you a small forhead kiss

you whispering "im sorry" is the last thing he'll hear from you before you pass out

did i make Akutagawas part too cheesy? LMAO its fine.youre welcome Akutagawa stans! (and myself ofc hehe)

anyway hope you guys like this,

-Ash

[bite-sized-devil]

For my sweet 📍anon. I hope this does your idea justice 💗

Heads up: this is NSFW you need to be 18+ to ride read. Made with that mature tag so if you have blocked it and are still seeing it check your settings. ☺️

Diavolo's teacher

It started off innocent enough, you'd go over to the Demon Lord's castle and talk about life in the human realm. That quickly changed to what life was like for YOU in the human and realm and all of YOUR interests.

Now, when you visit you show Diavolo all your favourite shows, movies, songs and he shows you his. This latest visit you were sitting on the couch together watching a movie, his choice this time. He's laughing at the joke the main character delivers and it makes you think.... Are demons ticklish?

"Hey Dia" you say with a grin.

He doesn't take his gaze off the screen but answers you with a "hmmmm?"

You inch a little closer to him, you're facing him now so your chest presses slightly against his beefy arm. That makes him look up, he turns a little pink around the cheeks and he gulps when he sees how close your lips are to his.

"Are demons ticklish?" you ask slyly.

He picks up on your teasing tone and responds with a guarded "why do you want to know"

You giggle and say "I take it that means yes then?"

You don't give him time to answer before both of your hands are digging into his sides. The bark of laughter he lets out is your reward.

He's quick to lean away from you which only makes you continue with your onslaught. Soon you find yourself in his lap, both of your wrists caught in his hands, raised slightly above his head.

You're squirming around in his lap so much you start to feel something hard and very large press against your clothed core. You look down into the demon prince's face and quirk an eyebrow.

He sheepishly doesn't meet your gaze, the redness of his cheeks tells you all you need to know. Diabolically, you roll your hips. You want to see his reaction, it's instant, the little whimper her lets out is music to your ears.

Your hands fall from his grasp and his hands rest gently on your hips. One of your own finds new purchase on his chest and the other grasps him chin.

"Would you like me to kiss you my prince?" You ask with a smirk.

He answers with a nod, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. You tighten your grip on his chin

"I wanna hear you say it my sweet prince" you ghost your lips over his and roll your hips again as you say it. He closes his eyes and groans when you press against his stiff cock.

"P-please... want y-you to kiss me M-MC" he whimpers.

"Good boy" you whisper before giving him his reward.

Your lips touch his soft pliant ones, he parts them allowing you access and you swallow his moans as you lick into his mouth. His grip on your hips tightens but he doesn't move them. You release his lips and he whines in response to the loss.

You drag your lips across his jaw, down to his neck and sink your teeth in. His hips jolt up into you, smiling against his skin you slide both your hands down his hard chest feeling his muscles through his shirt.

One of your hands leaves his chest to grab at one of his wrists.

Sinfully, you whisper in his ear "don't you want to feel how wet you make me?"

He inhales shakily as you drag his hand from your hip to between your legs.

"mmm want to ...." he whispers but doesn't finish, just flushes a deeper shade of red and looks away.

"Dia" you say sharply, "Use your words" halting his hand before he can touch you.

You bite him again this time where his neck meets his shoulder.

"....t-taste you" he whines.

You reward him by closing the distance between his fingers and your pussy. Groaning, he lets his fingers trace over your soaked panties, you let out a breathy moan when his fingers slip under your panties. He bites his lip as he slides his fingers through your folds collecting your slick. You grab his wrist again and lift it to his lips.

"Lick them clean for me my prince" you say, the smirk returning to your lips.

He stuffs them in he mouth without hesitation and starts sucking them clean. You sit back and admire him for a moment, such a powerful demon, but for you he's so timid.

After you finish basking in his beauty, you could gaze at him all day, you get off his lap to stand so you can take off your RAD uniform. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth to protest, you send him a warning look. You slowly take off your clothes teasing him a little, making him adjust his pants. It's getting painfully tight down there, judging by the tent that's forming.

You go to rejoin him on the couch, his hand reaching out and pulling you into his lap again.

"Getting a little desperate my prince?" you say before letting out a laugh at his needy expression.

"k-kiss me again.... please?" He whispers as his hand tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

You blush at the tender gesture and greedily touch your lips to his. He feels like he's going to cum when you coax his tongue into your mouth, moaning wantonly as you start to suck.

You start unbuttoning his shirt, breaking the heavy makeout session to gaze at his shredded torso. You look back up at his face, he looks so pretty with his hair in disarray, pupils blown out with lust.

"Lay down" you say breathlessly.

He obeys your command immediately, as if you were giving him a pact command. You lean down to kiss him again, he's desperately trying to keep you from moving away from his lips again, you nip at his bottom lip as warning and he resigns his attempts, a look of frustration crossing his face.

"Not used to not getting what you want sweet prince?" You whisper against his lips.

"MC p-please..." he groans "need you"

Kissing him softly, you say "I'm right here, let me take care of you, okay."

"Take this off" you command, grabbing his shirt. He leans forward, sliding it off his shoulders. You slide your hands up his big arms, revelling in the thickness of his biceps. You push him back down on his back and start kissing, biting and sucking down his neck. Stopping at his chest, moving your hands to rest on his pecs.

"You're so beautiful, my prince" you praise him, lust lacing your words. You're to busy to notice his cute little bashful smiles he shoots you at the praise, more focused on attacking his nipple with your teeth.

His hands are in your hair, fisting it, pulling you closer to him. He releases you when you move to drag your tongue down his abs, you make sure to kiss all eight lovingly. Your hands are unbuttoning his pants when he halts you with a hand.

Looking up to see he's flushed again but looking at you nervously.

"Whats wrong, do you want to stop?" you ask.

"N-NO!" He almost shouts, making you laugh. "I just.. don't have much experience...."

You smile at him and move your hands back to his zipper. "That's ok, my prince, let me teach you."

You can't help but stare. Holy shit. He's got to have the biggest cock you have ever seen. It's a fucking monster cock. You swallow thickly as you take it in your small hands. You look up to see Diavolo watching you with hooded eyes. He groans deep in his chest when you pump him for the first time.

Pearlescent precum drips out of the tip, making your mouth water. Dipping your head down, you ghost your lips over the tip of his cock. Your eyes meet his as you kitten lick his dick, he bites his lip half stifling his throaty moan. His hands are in your hair again, tightening in into fists as you take him in your mouth.

"f-fuck... feels s-so good" he whines as out as you bob your head taking more of him in your mouth by flattening your tongue and relaxing your throat.

You've barely started sucking him off when he's pulling you off him with a loud pop. The angry look your about to flash him gets cut off when you hear his desperate plea.

"Please, need to be inside of you." You let him pull you back on top of him, his hand pulling at your soaked panties.

You slide them off, moving to lean over him on all fours. He lifts his head, craning his neck to kiss you. Denying him a kiss you smirk as you see his brows furrow again. You lean back slightly to grab his cock, making him hiss when you slide him through your folds lubing him with your slick, moaning when it catches on your clit.

"Please" you hear him whimper. Wasting no time you sink down on him

"Fuck" you moan out as you stretch around his girth. He's griping your hips, forcing you further down on his length, making your eyes water. He bottoms out with a groan, gripping his chin you force him to look between you.

"look how well you fill me up" you praise him as you roll your hips, starting to fuck yourself slowly on his cock.

Setting a slow pace, you make sure you drag his cock along your gummy walls till he's almost fully out and back down. You're spearing yourself on his massive cock, his hands move from your thighs to your ass grabbing it roughly making you moan his name.

He sits up so he can kiss your breasts, your hands running through his soft red hair, tugging tightly when he bites your nipples. You tilt his head up so you can shove your tongue down his throat, his hands grab your hips forcing you move faster. You can feel your release coming, and by the way Diavolo is desperately trying to rutt in to you from below he's close too. Lifting your hands from his chest you wrap one around his throat, the other cupping the side of his face.

He moans your name as you tighten the grip on his throat. "Cum with me my prince" you command as you fuck him harder. Your pleasure reaches its peak when you feel his hot cum paint your pink walls. You cry out his name as he groans out yours. You collapse against him and he holds you softly in his arms.

You lie like that for awhile, both too fucked out to talk. Your phone goes off and you reach to pick it up. It's Mammon, he's outside the demon lords castle waiting to take you home but you

"ain't where you said you'd be." Shit, you both scramble to put your clothes back on. You can't find your panties but that's the least of you're problems, you can find them on your next visit.

You're about to leave the lounge room together when Diavolo grabs you and kisses. It's chaste but tender, leaving you wanting more. Begrudgingly you pull away, he smirks and laughingly says

"look who is frustrated now" rolling your eyes you tell him to shut up.

Making your way to where mammon is waiting, you say goodbye to the prince who pulls you into a hug. Before you pull apart you whisper in his ear

"Looking forward to our next lesson." He's beet red when you wave goodbye to him, luckily Mammon is too busy complaining about something Lucifer did to him to notice.

[bbytetsu]

AWKWARD SEX MOMENTS WITH THE HAIKYUU BOYS

warnings: NSFW. mentions of vaginal sex, anal, menstruation, blowjobs, fingering, nipple play, car sex. plus swearing and a lot of secondhand embarrassment

author’s note: this is just a lil fun brain dump because i KNOW that for all the filthy smut we have on the boys, we need a lil laugh too <3

kuroo: ceo of lubing it up but one time his dick slipped and went in your ASS instead. you blacked out and couldn’t sit down for a week. 

kenma: greasy ass mf. it used to be ABSOLUTELY unbearable to suck his dick because he doesn’t wash well around there. like is something fermenting in his pubic hairs? kombucha? you’ll never know. 

akaashi: learned to dirty talk by stumbling across smut online and so he was a lil too poetic for his own good. cue the “i’m going to insert my thick juicy cock into your core now.” oops!

bokuto: thought queefs were farts for the longest time. the first time you queefed, he jokingly suggested that maybe you shouldn’t have ate all that chipotle by yourself. the second time, he pulled out to tell you he wouldn’t be mad if you had to take a shit right now.

atsumu: you once got your period in the middle of sex and he was like “oh shit, guess my dick’s just too big 😏 🤫 you okay, though?” I SWEAR-

osamu: he forgets to tell you that the walls are thin in his shared apartment so right as you’re about to climax, his twin goes screaming “TELL THEM TO KEEP IT DOWN OVER THERE, ‘SAMU!” also, he didn’t know how to play with your boobs for the longest time. he’d just pinch your nipples and that’d be it. 

suna: didn’t understand the concept of aftercare. after having sex, he’d either fall asleep immediately or just get up to play nba 2k (butt ass naked, too!) without saying a word. 

sakusa: assumes that vaginas are supposed to smell like vanilla and flowers, so the first time he goes down on you he asks you why your pussy smells like that. pussy pass REVOKED. 

oikawa: this cocky lil bitch. once asked if you would "die for his dick.” it was a bit much so you said no. he pretended not to hear you.

iwaizumi: for your anniversary, he sprinkled some flower petals in the room and put up a big bouquet of flowers on his nightstand. he ended up triggering your pollen allergy. you half sneezed half moaned through sex, but it was a cute gesture!

kunimi: used to suck at fingering, sorry. he’d just stick his fingers in your pussy  and leave it there like he was waiting to perform a jutsu in your coochie 

mattsun: you’re giving him that double twisty gawk gawk when you decide hm! let’s switch things up a little. so you move your mouth down to his balls and start licking them. he forgot to tell you that his balls are ticklish beforehand and KNEES you in the face.

makki: it’s not just a moment, it’s the whole thing. he wants to have car sex soooo bad but he drives a such small car like a honda fit. you have to roll down the backseat window and stick your head out in doggy position so the two of you can fit 💀

ushijima: for someone who grunts a lot while playing volleyball, it’s weird how silent, i mean DEAD SILENT, he’d be while having sex. and he can’t take a hint so you had to tell him straight up that you felt like you were fucking a serial killer

tendou: shot cum into his own EYE. god it hurts thinking about this but basically he thought he was done cumming, he was just casually inspecting his dick, and then there’s an unexpected squirt!

nishinoya: used to be lil too aggressive on your clit. he’d be biting on it like a rabid dog 😭 but when you tell him to be gentler, it’s too soft. we appreciate the enthusiasm though, he’ll eat you out while swinging his legs in the air!

tanaka: he tries to list out nintendo characters in his head during sex so he doesn’t cum too fast, but “waluigi” once slipped out of his mouth while he was cumming. cuddles after sex have never been more awkward!!

asahi: just couldn’t spank you for the longest time. he is a gentle giant after all, but if you asked to get your hair pulled or ass smacked like he’d give u that weak shit... like where’s all the power, ace?

daichi: keeps asking if you’ve cum yet as if he’s tryna manifest your orgasm!! who is gonna tell this man that you can’t cum from just penetration? you finally decide enough is enough and show him the way to your clit 

suga: this one time, his mom kept calling him like every!! 3!! minutes!! and being the mama’s boy that he is, he ends up excusing himself to pick up the phone. andddd later you find out it wasn’t even about anything important 🙄

futakuchi: his first time with you, he nuts too quickly, which completely destroys his pride. he tells you he needs a moment and leaves to take a walk...

terushima: he has the WORST sex playlist. like he’s pretty smooth otherwise, you’ll be in his bed raring to go until he starts playing his shitty soundcloud rapper "remember the times we had. the times you and me had” r&b playlist. and even worse it’s full of ADS 😭

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; Chan x fem!reader, slight choking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it bitch), exhibitionism, clitoral stimulation, fingering, nicknames, thigh,,, rubbing?, nipple play, dirty talk, cum, orgasm (m/f), getting caught oop. 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 2,4 k 

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ; yes yes!! thank you anon!! this is my last request as well heh

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; another song that is very dear to my heart,,, although for a kinda sad reason but we wont get into that lmao- 

also i laughed while writing this because idk some of the descriptions are like,,, SO FUCKING WEIRD I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS

23. “Should I be quiet?” ; The Neighbourhood - Nervous

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

The small room was rather dark, only the moonlight reflecting it’s light through the window as the four walls were filled with small snores and the occasional turning of the blankets. That wasn’t coming from just your boyfriend that lied next to you in a peaceful slumber but the three other boys that had passed out in the room after watching a movie. You sighed, this wasn’t the most appropriate time to be needy but there was nothing you could do about it. No matter how much you turned and twisted the lewd thoughts stuck to your head like gum to the sole of a shoe. 

You looked at Chan, his slow breath tickled against your face, his face slightly puffy from all the snacks he ate before bed, his cheek squished against the pillow and you felt bad for thinking such sinful thoughts about him when he was right beside you. You scooted closer to him, unknowingly rubbing against his thigh and not letting your eyes divert from his face for even a split second, heart thumping at the thought that he could wake up at any moment. You let out a tiny whimper, biting your lip and coating it with a sheen of saliva, your face and ears heating up as the gain of friction between your clothed dripping cunt and his bare thigh got to you. Waking him up would just be mean, he worked so hard during the day so surely he deserved a good nights rest but at the same time,,, maybe he needed a way to relieve his stress? 

The sensation was just too good, you quickly stripped yourself from your pyjama pants, leaving you in Chan’s oversized shirt and your soaking panties that were sticking to your wet folds, a little patch of slick staining them. Before you knew it you were back to humping his leg like a desperate puppy, just a little longer and then you’ll stop and sleep like you were supposed to. Wrapping your arms around his torso you rolled your hips upwards, trying to aim all the pleasure towards your clit but not really succeeding, however it did still feel good, the bundle of nerves aching for more, aching for a touch. Frustration built up inside you as you could practically hear your heart beating in your ears from nervousness and arousal, you really didn’t want to wake him up.

“Please fuck me Channie~" you whispered weakly, hoping he didn’t hear it or anyone else in that room for that matter. You held one hand over your mouth as the pleasure got too intense, movements getting bolder as you grinded against his relaxed thigh, moving your hips from side to side sometimes and squirming around, your forehead creased, muscles on edge. Maybe the thrill turned you on even more? And even if this was good enough you craved more, maybe you wanted more thrill. You halted your movements before you poked him on the shoulder but got no response, him lying as still as a log, only his chest rising slowly, lungs filling with air. You sighed, there was no use you thought until he grunted lowly, stretching his arms and furrowing his eyebrows, you hurried to turn around, back against him as you shut your eyes tightly, pretending to sleep. 

“Baby?” he said in a deep raspy voice, confused as to what your whimpers from earlier were coming from. 

“Y-yeah?” you whispered back, turning back to him and acting sleepy, eyes half-closed. He chuckled slightly and you heightened your eyebrows in perplexity, wondering what he was smiling about.

“You know I heard everything?” he said, eyes still closed as he mumbled, his sly smirk still on his lifeless lips. Your eyes widened, your figure froze in shock, with a fake laugh you tried to cover up the situation.

“H-heard what? Did something happen?” you lied, caught off guard by his answer. 

“I don’t know,,, all I heard was someone asking to fuck me” he said, almost bursting into laughter as he opened his eyes slowly, seeing your priceless expression. You shy away from him, wanting to sink under the surface of the earth but just as you wanted to turn around and forget about every single thought in your mind you felt his warm hands traveling from your clothed chest to your abdomen and ultimately your cunt, hand slipping under the elastic band of your panties with fingers that inspect the soppiness between your legs. You moan at the sudden contact, pressing your thighs together.

“Shh,,, easy now, you’re so wet, hm? What were you thinking about?” he says lowly close to your ear, hot breath bouncing off the shell of your ear. You scrunch your nose at the ticklish feeling, lifting your shoulder up to your ear and giggling slightly. Chan gives you a peck on the lips before his fingers explore more of your needy sex, his familliar hands lightly grazing your already swollen clit. He rubbed the bud in small circles with two fingers, your hands going down underneath the covers and grabbing his wrist as the speed increased, your breath hitching at the sensation that returned, the start of a deep feeling inside your core. 

“e-ehm,,, was thinking about,,, you making me feel good” you whimpered out, too shy to say anything more, your hair covering your face slightly from the way you squirmed around, the bed creaking occasionally. 

“Making you feel good? How did I do that?” he said with that grin on his face as if he didn’t know anything, sounding completely innocent despite the scandalous actions that were going on underneath the thin fabric of your panties. You let go of his wrist as he inserted two fingers into your hole, prodding them at your entrance and feeling you clench. It was time to get revenge, he couldn’t just gain pleasure from seeing you weak for him and so your hand gently palmed him through his underwear, earning an unexpected grunt from the boy. 

“w-with your dick” you answered to his question in lack of any other answer. His hips bucked against your hand, begging for more with his body and you complied, giving his cock a firm squeeze, moving your hands up from the base towards the tip, teasing it with your thumb. He was becoming rock solid in your hand, cock twitching in your grasp. You giggled, you weren’t the only needy one now. 

“Ah yeah? You sure you want to do this here babygirl?” he whispered back to you to which you nodded, his fingers plunging into your hole and curling up towards your g-spot, a well-known sensation spreading throughout your body, his slick-covered fingers playing with your clit again until your squirmed as he touched it directly causing you to flinch. He got on top of you, hovering mere inches from your face and after a long look into your lost moonlit eyes he attached his lips on yours, exhaling unsteadily as your tongues met almost immediately in a romantic daze. Your noses bumped against each other, Chan chuckling momentarily before setting an even pace with his tongue, your small whimpers blending into the sound of lips smacking against each other. Your hands that were previously cupping his cheeks descended down his chest, tugging on the thick band of his boxers but your arms not reaching far enough to pull them off. Your boyfriend smirked, breaking the kiss and moving away from you in order to strip himself from his underwear, leaving him completely exposed to you before he got on top of you again, pulling the covers over him. Before anything else happened you quickly shimmied out of your soaked panties, Chan’s hands lifting up your shirt, exposing the supple valleys of your tits, his hands fondling your boobs right away, thumbs swiping over the already erect nipples.  It felt oddly naughty to be doing this with three other boys in the room, being almost completely naked with Chan above you, his lips exploring your neck, leaving small kisses and marks as he nibbled on the skin. You whimpered, your hands tangled in his dark hair as you turned your head to the other side, granting him more access. He got even more worked up by your small sounds that dripped from your lips like sticky sweet honey, you wrapping your legs around his waist causing the base of his cock to press up against your hot cunt, pressing him closer to you because you were hungry for more, the slightest contact would do. Chan left a final kiss on your lips before grabbing the base of his cock and lining it up with your sopping entrance, pushing a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“a-are you ready, angel?” he murmured close to you, you humming a small yes as the tip of his cock glided against your wet folds, pushing in gently as you pressed your lips together, furrowing your eyebrows at the initial stretch, your tight cunt enveloping his cock between your velvety walls. He groaned at the feeling, pushing into you further and eventually bottoming out, now balls deep into your aching pussy. Your arms were around his head as he started to suck on your nipples, gently rolling his hips after you’ve adjusted to his size, no matter how much he fucked you, his size never failed to fill you up to the brim, making you scratch his back and leave it covered in red streaks.

“fuck,, you feel so good” you moaned a bit too loud, Chan looked up at you in panic, you slapping a hand over your mouth as you peeked at the boys that lied on a pile of cuddles close to you. 

“should I be quiet?” you whispered to which Chan nodded. 

“what kind of question is that? of course” he whispered back through a clenched jaw, his hips slamming into you faster and harder for each minute. You tried biting the inside of your cheek, your entire body jolting upwards and making the bed creek with every thrust, it was simply impossible to be quiet and neither could Chan that was slowly but surely losing his own pace, a vein on his neck popping out from the composure that was needed to keep quiet. He glanced at the boys that were lying completely still, only a small snore from one of them. You turned your head to the other side, your neck being exposed to him once again, his hand automatically wrapping around your neck snuggly, making the situation a thousand times hotter. Being choked and fucked by your hot boyfriend next to a pile of his friends? Hot.

The mattress moved as he thrusted into you, a slight squelching sound of your dripping cunt being audible to the two of you. You tried holding on to anything in your reach but finally settled for Chan’s back, digging your nails into his skin as you panted, sweat beading on his temples as his thrusts were getting harder, your tits bouncing in the same pace. 

“f-fuck, you drive me crazy y/n” he said, tightning the grasp around neck, you pressing the back of your head against the pillow as you clenched around him, a feeling burning in the pit of your core that was only getting closer. 

“Channie~ I love you” you whispered, clenching your teeth causing your words to sound almost violent but you meant it in the most loving way possible, he was yours and you were his. He chuckled silently, you seeing the outline of his soft facial features in the dimly lit room, he whispered it back to you, bending down and rubbing the tip of his nose against your sleepy cheeks before pressing a wet kiss near your ear, his hips repeatedly slamming against you and knocking the breath out of you. Your lips parted, a string of whispered pleas escaping them as you clawed at his back, clenching vigoursly and arching your back as your orgasm washed over you uncontrollably, knocking you completely dumb. There was something incredibly hot in seeing your scrunched erotic expression that sent Chan over the edge, your whimpers that were only getting louder and louder being the most beautiful sound in the earth to his ears. His thrusts got sloppier and uneven, pinning your legs to the bed and spreading them further causing you to squirm at the new aim he got, hitting that spot that almost hurt in overstimulation. Being quiet was completely thrown out the window. 

He pulled out of your hole, his cock glistening as he grabbed onto the shaft, stroking himself to completion. The hot cum spurted against your boobs in white ribbons, dripping down your heaving chest as you tried to stabilize your breath, your hands by either side of your head. He groaned as he milked himself from every ounce of cum, the angelic view of his lover being covered in his cum almost made him hard again. All energy was consumed from the sweaty boy that plopped down beside you, the weight of the bed shifting as he lied down next to you, grabbing a pillow that had somehow fallen off the bed during the recent activities. He turned to you, you turned your head towards him and smiled before pressing a kiss on his lips, really not wanting to get up and clean up after his mess. You snuggled closer but were caught off guard when you heard a voice behind you.

“yah,,, Chan can really put it down” Changbin said in a deep voice, both you and Chan bolting up and watching the three boys that looked like they were still in a nice slumber. 

“you awake?” you asked, thinking that maybe Changbin talked in his sleep.

“we were all awake because how the fuck do you sleep when someone is moaning into your ear” Felix answered, still facing away from you, slurring his words, his mind still not functioning despite being conscious. You thought your heart sunk, in panic turning to Chan that was just as surprised as you, his ears turning bright red, despite it being so dark in the room you could still see how the skin tinged a pretty color of embarrassment. 

“I can’t wait until Hyunjin hears this tomorrow” Jeongin laughed, the other two boys joining in with his laughter, their eyes still closed and faces covered in sleepiness. 

That was the price of had to pay when having sex with your boyfriend beside his dormmates.

[taffybear]

G, I, and O for my boys, Raph and Donnie if you haven’t already covered those, please and thank you! 💜♥️💜♥️

I'd be honored! Thank you for the request, enjoy <3

rated explicit (18+)

Raphael

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Raph isn't big on laughing in the bedroom. He doesn't mean to be a killjoy or an 'uptight stick in the mud' (that's Leo's thing) but he just can't think of a reason to be anything other than extremely sexy during sex. He tries hard not to give in to his insecurities, but if you laugh he can't stop himself from thinking it was something he did. He can't get it through his head that you're not laughing at him … and he hates being laughed at. Basically whenever you giggle you're going to have to explain to him what's funny if you don't want to kill the mood for the rest of the night.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

https://taffybear.tumblr.com/post/664897159852916736/it-x-for-raph-pretty-please

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves both giving and receiving. Giving, because 1. you just taste so goddamn good and 2. his tongue must work wonders because you really look possessed with the ghost of pleasure when he eats you out. He'll nail you down typically after an intense make-out session, and then slowly pepper your body with open mouth kisses trailing down to your lower belly. He'll spread your legs and massage your thighs while he ever so slowly connects his mouth to your wetness... you're in for a long night.

He also enjoys receiving. Since he's... well, a lot, all you can really do kiss and lick up and down his length, perhaps suck the tip--because he's a big boy and it is very difficult to fit just a portion of his cock in your mouth. So 'blow jobs' turn into 'hand jobs featuring some mouth action' real fast. But honestly he still loves it. It weirdly makes him proud too, that he's too big for you to properly 'blow' but you still try since you're eager to pleasure him.

Donatello

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Donnie is really ticklish, so giggling and snorting is inevitable. Not gonna lie, some tickle fights will break out. So he's not against laughing in bed. Honestly, he thinks humor makes sex even more intimate. If you're both comfortable enough to be joking around then he knows he's doing something right.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Like Leo, Donnie is a hardcore romantic and is completely selfless doing the do. He's just so grateful that he's the guy you want to be with, so he's gotta show you a good time.

There will be lots of foreplay, lots of teasing, and lots of kissing even before clothes come off. Don firmly believes good sex isn't only about the sex. He is determined to always leave you with at least one more climax than he so it's sort of routine now that he starts the magical night by performing oral.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He is definitely the giver. Stroking and kissing your skin, he'll prop you up against pillows on the bed and get to work. He knows what he's doing so well it might be a little concerning. He knows where to lick and kiss you, he knows where you like to be rubbed, he knows where to squeeze, jeez he even knows how to breath juuuuuust riiiiight on your clit. He's classy like that. He loves when your legs wrap around his head, pushing his tongue deeper into you. He gets rougher then, really makes out with your pussy.

He isn't opposed to receiving; sometimes he just needs it after a long day. He loves to see your tiny soft hands on his erect member, and then you put those pretty pink lips on it?? aAAHHHhh

[taechaos]

New Idea

pairing: Step-brother!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

warnings: non-con, bondage, pseudo-incest, sadism, smut, mentions of killing

synopsis: You wished to hang out with your brother Taehyung when he wasn't home, only to realize he was better off staying away.

word count: 3.2k

It was late at night. Rain flooded outside, drops trickled down your window and puddles formed on the roads as they reflected the neon lit storefront signs beautifully. The tears from the clouds splashed against the cement loudly, and you watched the empty streets in boredom. With your cheek leaning on your palm, elbow propped up on the round wooden table across your window, you miserably yearned to feel some sort of sugar rush with a deep frown on your face. Things have been mundane, repeating the same old routines as days quickly went by. You wondered what Taehyung had been up to in the time that he’d been gone. You knew he could resolve your boredom instantly had he been right beside you.

Taehyung – your step-brother who was the embodiment of adrenaline, and was most likely awake with you right now. The man never slept, always staying up at night brainstorming ideas for what to do during the day that was no doubt just as exciting as the day before. Bags adorned his eyes that somehow fit his wild persona that never needed asking for permission to do things that were illegal most of the time. It was especially daring when having strict parents, and the only reason he wasn’t locked up in a mental institution was because he was the pride of your family with excelling grades in college that he rarely ever attended. They never approved of anything he’d done, especially not the teal hair he was currently rocking. You on the other hand, looked up to him as a role model.

What you’d do to see him right now. Sometimes he tagged you along with his adventures, such as exploring abandoned buildings and getting matching tattoos on your forearms that he chose. Despite the rebellious acts he put you through, he always defended you against your parents and got away with everything with a light scolding from his smooth tongue. Admiration wouldn’t begin to describe the amount of respect you had for him, though he was rarely ever around. Unbeknownst to you however, he never failed to go a day without pecking your cheek while you were unconscious. 

He was everything you aspired to be: a carefree soul with a creative mind and a heart filled with exhilaration. The only thing he hadn’t done was probably murder. It was a shame that absence made the heart grow fonder, because throughout the time you’d known him since your early teens, he hadn’t changed one bit with his disappearances that could go on for days. 

Taehyung never changed.

Was this what they called depression? Feeling numb and hating your life for how ordinary it was? You didn’t know, but what you knew was that you really needed Taehyung right now. It was 3AM and your parents were sound asleep in the apartment while you moped over how much you missed your step-brother’s presence. Not a single moment was dull with him, while you were too much of a coward to go through with any of your desires.

And as if your prayers were answered, a pound came on the door. The loud knock instantly gave away the person behind the door; Taehyung, who never cared for how loud he was unless he was on a stealthy mission.

Your heart skipped a beat as the door swung open and the silhouette of your step-brother entered before it was slammed shut with a lock. “You’re awake?” he asked in a whisper without moving an inch when he noticed your seated form.

“Can’t sleep,” you breathed, unable to hide the joy you felt upon seeing him in your tone. He couldn’t have picked a better time to visit you.

“Why not?” he walked over to you before kneeling. There was a smile on his face that matched yours, instantly giving away he came to your room with purpose. It was expected, for he never approached you if not to tell you about one of his newer ideas. 

“Was bored.”

“So was I,” a mischievous smirk graced his face. The street lights outside illuminated his messy hair that your hand itched to ruffle. “But I found us a solution.”

Your eyes gleamed with hope, your grin never faltering. “Tell me,” you impatiently urged, your knees already bouncing up and down with excitement.

“I’ll give you a hint: we’ll both be having fun. But you need to listen to me,” he cautioned with a raised finger. You nodded frantically, willing to do whatever he needed you to do. “Okay, stand up.”

You obeyed him and only then noticed the bag slung over his shoulder once you stood before him. “Let me do all the work, yeah? You just stand still.”

“I really want to know what it is,” you whined and bounced on your feet. 

Taehyung held onto your tits that bounced with you and you quietly gasped. “Better not be acting like this with anyone other than me. Naughty,” he scolded before unzipping his small pouch. 

“I don’t go out without a bra,” you rolled your eyes playfully. Taehyung was notorious for doing and saying things without a filter, uncaring of the effect it had on others. This was simply him looking after you without any boundaries, because he never set any with you.

He pulled out a duct tape from the mystery bag. “Turn around and hold your hands behind you.” You complied without protest, the ripping of a duct tape resounding in the room as he tore it with his teeth. He taped your wrists together like cuffs before facing you again by the pull of your shoulder. 

Confusion washed over you, but not a trace of fear. “What’s this about?”

“Now go lie down,” he ignored you and nodded at your bed. You sat on the center, your sheets already rumpled from all the tossing and turning you’d done in an attempt to sleep. His figure loomed over you and your heart raced in anticipation. “Don’t move, okay?”

You silently watched him with piqued curiosity as he pushed you down. The soft mattress dipped under your weight and you didn’t move a muscle until you felt him tug at your flannel pajama pants. “Taehyung? What are you doing?”

“Just trust me,” he ignored you again and you furrowed your brows as he undressed you. “You’re going to like it.”

Without a single clue of his intentions, you expected him to change your pants after he took them off, but definitely didn’t expect him to aim at your panties next. The second he held onto the hems, you crawled away from him and repeated more firmly, “Taehyung, what are you doing?”

He yanked you back to him by your ankles. “Don’t you trust me? You said you’d listen to me.” 

“I don’t think I want to do this,” you strained and tried to pull your knees to your chest, but he tightened his grip on your ankles.

“It’ll be fun, just sit still,” he spoke airily, his tone unbothered compared to your worried one. “I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Once you felt somewhat reassured, you relaxed your legs and lied back down. The discomfort swallowed you whole when he undressed your bottom half completely. The chilly air hit your bare legs and left goosebumps in its wake.

“You shouldn’t be shy about being naked with me,” he chuckled and tapped your pussy carelessly. You yelped and bent your knees again. 

“Taehyung, this isn’t right,” you stressed and clenched your thighs together. You were growing wary about this ‘idea’ and you weren’t sure whether his pupils were dilated because of the dark anymore. He could be high. “Let’s try something else, please.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he scoffed and spread your thighs apart, hovering over your loins. “You’re going to love this, just calm it.” He grabbed the duct tape again and tore off a smaller piece before placing it on your mouth, making your efforts of leaning away fruitless. Your voice was muffled behind the sticky tape as you shook your head. “Don’t make me tape your legs too,” he warned as you tried pushing him away. He sat on your knees as he began unzipping his washed denim jeans, ignoring your babbling.

“Been watching a lot of porn lately,” he began casually as tears brimmed in your eyes. “I usually find it boring, but I came across a video that I couldn’t resist reenacting. Plus you were bored too,” he defended, “it’d be mean if I spared my little sister of this fun.” 

You didn’t know whether he was joking or not, but you were ready to start crying if he was actually doing what you were thinking. You sighed in relief when he reached for his pouch for a pair of scissors. It had to be a joke then–

Taehyung began cutting your shirt from the middle, and you whimpered when your tits were on full display. Your nipples hardened as a result of the exposure, and tears immediately began streaming down your face mixed with muffled sobs.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” he exclaimed, “we’re not related by blood. It should be fine.”

When you continued crying, he said, “I’ll take off my shirt too, if it helps.” He heaved his t-shirt over his head, his firm chest hard to make out in the midnight dark. “I was thinking kissing would ease you into it, but only if you’re quiet.” Your cries grew louder instead. He sighed exasperatedly, “You can be such a crybaby sometimes.”

He started leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, and you whimpered at the feeling. You were ticklish and though you were completely terrified, the kisses were a bit soothing. “This is me being nice to you, because oh boy, that guy in the video was a fucking monster,” he laughed while going down the valley between your breasts. A finger flicked your nipple while his other hand rubbed over your folds. “Want me to eat you out first? You’re not wet enough.”

You shook your head in refusal, so he merely shrugged and began circling your clit instead, his fingers now pinching your nipple. His mouth latched onto your other nipple and he swirled his tongue around the areola, clashing pleasure with pain. The rain drowned out your involuntary moans but Taehyung caught them anyway; it wasn’t hard to miss when your arousal began coating his hand. He released your nipple with a pop and locked eyes with you. “You’re enjoying this? Not gonna lie, I was expecting you to cry longer but... you're a little slutty, aren't you?” He slapped your pussy experimentally and smiled when you moaned loudly. “Keep this up and I might just take off the tape.”

For a moment, he wondered if this was why people enjoyed sex so much; your moans were like music to his ears and your body was making his cock throb even more. He could really get used to this, he thought as he slapped your pussy over and over, the sound echoing in the room along with your high-pitched whines.

“Shit, I need to record this,” he mumbled before reaching for his phone on his back pocket. Your protests went to deaf ears as he began recording your pussy and spanked it, the microphone picking up all your sounds of pleasure. Once it reached the one-minute mark, he threw his phone on your pillow and took out his erect length from its restraints, giving it a few pumps as the tip oozed with pre-cum. “I never thought fucking you would be this easy. Thought about it every time I touched myself.”

You went quiet at the revelation and he smirked at your raised brows. “Why are you surprised? Whenever I’m home, you come hug me with your bare tits pressed up against me. Not that I’m complaining of course,” he chuckled hotly. “Want me to kiss you now?”

When you didn’t respond quickly enough, he ripped the tape off of your mouth without mercy and your eyes teared up at the pain with an ouch. He didn’t waste a second in enveloping his lips with yours as he cupped your pussy, smearing his pre-cum on your labia. He swallowed your moans as his mouth moved vigorously, tongue meeting yours as he explored your cavern. The smacking of your lips caused you to clench your hole, the sound arousing to your ears as you kissed him back.

“You going to stay quiet for me?” he murmured against your lips, his cock poking at your hole teasingly. You hesitated but nodded nonetheless. “Good girl,” he praised with a grin and lightly pecked you before properly positioning himself.

The reason why Taehyung was so eager to have sex with you wasn’t just because he was horny, but also because really wanted it to be your pussy that he fucked first, and maybe second, and third. He was a virgin who watched too much porn when he wasn’t outside, and now that you were 18, he thought it to be the perfect timing for you to lose your virginity to him like he’d imagined when he was 15. 

Due to his experience, he didn’t ease into your pussy and instead shoved his cock entirely. You screamed and he instantly put a hand over your mouth. “Too much?” he asked with a strained voice. His cock was just begging to be thrusted into you, but he couldn’t have you screaming and waking your parents. When you nodded with eyes shut in pain, he groaned to himself. He was twitching inside you, and after a few seconds, he began moving.

You were crying and bitching again, but he paid no mind to it as he pressed his hand onto your mouth while gently slamming his hips into you, his courtesy for now. You'd adjust sooner or later, but the stretch was excruciating; your walls stung and you started to bleed on him.

"Oh fuck," he giggled sadistically once he noticed the crimson fluid, "that didn't happen in the video." He gazed into your glossy eyes before quickening his pace, growing rougher. "You're crying again; what's new?"

Taehyung was laughing as he was moaning, but you couldn’t hear anything except for the ringing in your ears. Your heart pounded and you were struggling to breathe through your nose as he fucked you relentlessly. 

“I kind of feel bad for you,” he panted with a sinister smile. “Does it still hurt?” He took your sobs as a yes. “Poor baby,” he cooed with a pout before moving his free hand to your clit. “This might help.” You were struggling with your bound hands, but you couldn’t move your legs because of how much it hurt. Your fighting was useless, and your body was growing numb except for the thumb that made it less painful.

Taehyung removed his hand from your mouth to hear your moans clearly. Whether it was from pleasure or pain, he didn’t know, but he loved it. He wanted to be the only one to see you in this state. He’d gauge out any eyes that got to see you naked and stab any ears that got to hear your pretty sounds.

But it was a little difficult to savour it when he was reaching his climax so soon; damn inexperience and the low stamina that came with. He had enough self-control to pull out of you to finish himself off with his hand. He missed the warmth and tightness of your pussy and how it kept clenching down on him quickly, but it had to come at a cost – not cumming inside you.

“You fucking monster!” you yelled hoarsely, eyes blurred with tears and face covered in tears.

“Too loud,” he sighed and forced your mouth open to shove his length inside. “Try anything, and I’ll fucking kill you.” His cock was heavy on your tongue as you gagged on it every time he thrusted. It wasn’t long before he released in your mouth and you choked, swallowing his cum without a choice. Another loud moan erupted from him as his hips stuttered while gently slamming into you for the last time.

“Fuck,” he exhaled before collapsing on you with his palms holding up to not smother you completely. “Shit, you’re such a good fucking girl.”

When he raised his face from your shoulder, you spat on him. He laughed hysterically before wiping off your saliva from his cheek. “I’ll make it up to you, damn.”

“You’re the fucking worst Taehyung,” your voice wavered as you insulted him. “I hope you rot in hell. I always saw you as my role model, but now I understand why everyone fucking hates you.”

“Sheesh,” he snorted, “I told you I’d make it up to you, didn’t I? It might hurt now, but it’ll feel a lot better when we do it again.”

“If you try-” he cut you off by going down on you, taking his clit into your mouth and immediately emitting a moan out of you. “Stop, stop, stop,” you chanted in gasps, trapping his head with your thighs and contradicting your words. He chuckled against your swollen pussy, making it feel even better and yet worse. This euphoric sensation wasn’t what you needed after being traumatized by your own step-brother, but it was what your body wanted after getting a taste of his tongue. 

He was slurping up your juices and spitting on your folds before abusing your clit again. The bastard knew how to distract you from your newfound grudge, but you weren’t going to forgive him after your orgasm. Your hips moved against him on instinct as his tongue ran up and down your labia. A knot formed in your stomach, your tears long forgotten as you became more persistent in riding him in this awkward position. He heaved your thighs over his shoulder to take full control, and with his vigorous sucking and pulling, you came undone with a spasm.

“Feels good, right?” he asked rhetorically and fell limp next to you.

“I’ve never hated someone as much as you,” you seethed while recovering from your high.

“You’re going to tell me that wasn’t fun? No way,” he stared at you in disbelief.

“You hurt me,” you sniffled and covered your face.

"I'm sorry princess," the nickname felt foreign on his tongue as he held your arm. "I'll leave forever if you want me to."

He hummed when you stayed silent with a runny nose. "I'll clean you up and go, okay?"

"No," you huffed. "You become my slave for a whole month."

"You want me to stay home with you?"

You nodded while rubbing your eyes with your fists. "You can't do that and just leave, and I hate you but I miss you."

Taehyung resisted the urge to squeeze your cheek and coo. He knew you'd regret asking him to stay, but he wouldn't say no to spending time with you 24/7.

Chuckling through his nose, he said, "I miss you too." He traced the tattoo on your forearm, a minimalistic mockingbird with an arrow slicing through the middle. He picked it because it represented you; an innocent little thing who didn't even look down at her wound, only focused on flying back to Taehyung, a hawk that waited with open arms - ready for his meal.

If you wanted him to stay, then that's what Taehyung would do. You'd fallen for his trap twice, the third wouldn't be so bad. He'd make sure you enjoyed it this time.

[nano--raptor]

Friends who laugh together

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Biker & Bartender AU)

Words: 2340

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut, sex, oral sex, drug use, alcohol, cursing

A/N: This one was fun. Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ ongoing drunk drabbles with this anon prompt:

Bucky and reader smoking weed and having high giggly sex

I hope you like it anon! Thanks everyone for reading, and don’t take things too seriously!😘

Do not click ‘keep reading’ if you are under 18. Thank you.

You met Bucky at his place, 2:30 am, after he got off work at the bar. Walking into his garage, you made yourself at home, grabbing a beer from the mini fridge and plopping down onto the old couch. A few empty cans, a wrench, an ashtray and some darts sat on the table beside you. After cracking your beer and taking a sip, letting it linger on your tongue for a moment, you  picked up one of the darts, twirling it in your fingers. The dartboard hung on the wall across from you, and you threw it, amused but not surprised when it missed its mark, piercing the drywall below the board.

"Oops," you giggled to yourself, taking another sip. A familiar rumbling soon started to grow louder, piercing the quiet of night. Then the garage door roared to life and slowly opened, as Bucky pulled into the driveway on his motorcycle. He smirked upon noticing you, already there waiting for him, and slowly rolled into the garage. He killed the engine and sat back, the door rolling closed behind him.

"Make yourself at home," he chided with a wink, kicking down the stand and swinging his leg over. He grabbed his own beer, pausing to examine the dart in the wall, then giving you a stern stare. You shrugged your shoulders, sipping your beer and feigning innocence. Bucky shook his head, sitting down beside you and sinking into the couch.

"Long night?" He nodded, taking a pull from the can and leaning his head back.

"Busy. But good tips tonight." He grinned, that lazy sideways grin that always made your stomach flip flop when he flashed it at you. He might be your best friend, but that didn’t mean you didn’t think he was sexy as hell.

"Well with you behind the bar, I can imagine." You bumped his shoulder playfully, sipping again and then picking up the wrench to wave playfully in front of his face. "You never put this away. You're gonna lose it." Bucky snatched the wrench from you, waving it back.

"I always know where this one is. And right now, it's right here." He leaned over you then, stretching across your lap to put it back on the side table, and you breathed him in, always loving when his scent surrounded you. "Here, where it belongs." Then he laughed, sitting back and smirking at you again before taking another long sip of his beer. You couldn't help but steal a glance at his throat, watching it move as he swallowed and having another sip of your own. Whew.

The two of you chatted about your day, you told him about your day at work and he told you about his. When Bucky got up to grab another beer, he stopped by his workbench, grabbing a small container from the shelf. He sat down again and pulled out supplies to roll a joint, and you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his fingers as you watched him. He licked the paper to seal it shut, catching your eye and smirking, and you felt heat rush to your face. He always caught you staring. He sat back and lit the joint, puffing on it, then taking a long pull and slowly exhaling, as if he was breathing out the stress and tension he carried from the day.

He offered it to you, and you accepted, holding his gaze as you raised it to your lips. Smoking took the edge off, you’d often meet Bucky after a shift to just chill and unwind from your day. Sometimes you’d chat, sometimes you’d just listen to music. Feeling the stress melt away was therapeutic.

The smoke swirled in the air as you passed the joint back and forth, until it was gone and you were feeling that familiar, comfortable high. Bucky finished off his beer and set the can down, then looked at you pointedly before slowly leaning in to kiss you. It was easy to fall into it, your hand coming up to cup the back of his neck, the taste of beer on his tongue. His hand was on your thigh and when the kiss broke, you couldn’t help the wave of giggles that started. 

“Buck what are you doing!” Bucky sat back, grinning as if it was obvious.

“Kissing you.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I wanted to,” he said simply with a shrug.

“Is that all you want to do?” Bucky grinned, shaking his head and you couldn’t hold back your giggles. “You look fuckin’ adorable right now.”

“Adorable? That’s you darlin’. I’m not adorable, I'm… manly… and handsome.”

“Yeah okay Mr Manly Handsome,” you said with a playful roll of your eyes. “But I still think you’re adorable and you can’t change my mind.” Bucky’s eyes flashed then as she stood, suddenly picking you up, and you squealed as he tossed you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing!?”

“I wanna show you something.”

“Is it… your bed?” You laughed out loud at your own joke, clutching onto his shoulder and back as best you could.

“Maybe…” Bucky couldn’t hide the grin in his own voice as he carried you inside, definitely heading towards his room. Then he dropped you on the bed and you laughed again as you bounced, pillows bouncing off onto the floor.

“The pillows!” You reached over to swipe at one, trying to reach it, and squealed when you felt Bucky’s lips press against your skin, exposed from your shirt riding up. Then he was pushing it up further, crawling over your body, and your shirt was stuck awkwardly under your armpits, sliding up further to cover your face and you fell over on the bed, clutching Bucky’s arms.

“Buck I can’t see! Oh my god.” You couldn’t stop your giggles now as his lips brushed over your stomach, it tickled, and then he was shoving his head underneath your shirt. It had popped over yours as well and now you were staring at him as you both hid under your shirt.

“It’s a fort,” he grinned, before tracing his tongue over your breast along the edge of your bra.

“This is the worst fort ever!” You wrestled your shirt off all the way, then started tugging at his, not having much luck as he held you down to keep kissing and licking your skin. “Bucky! Take your clothes off!” You tried to roll him off of you, starting to call out about fairness as you were shedding clothes, but he hadn’t yet.

“Fine okay! Here,” he sat up on his knees and stripped his shirt off, his jeans hanging low on his hips, and he was a sight. “Happy now?” You nodded, biting your lip and trailing your eyes down his torso. Damn this boy and his beautiful body. You hummed, then voiced only half of your thought out loud.

“Ohhh, body…” Bucky raised an eyebrow, and you laughed again. “I mean, I like it! Damn, look at you!” You pushed him down on the bed then and straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss him, fumbling with the button on his jeans.. When you discovered that you wouldn’t be able to push them off, you moved your focus to your own, trying to be sexy for him while taking them off, but failing at that as well.

“Need a hand?” Bucky asked, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“No…” you pouted, finally freeing yourself from the confines of jeans. “But now it’s your turn.” Bucky obliged, stripping his pants off, and you practically drooled at the sight of him, hard and tight in his boxers. “Yeah Bucky,” you breathed, and then you were straddling him again, cupping his face and kissing him hard, rocking your hips against him and suddenly you were overcome with need. You didn’t even realize you were whimpering until his fingers were pushing your panties down, and he rolled you over, pulling them off and tossing them over his shoulder.

You were floating, eyes locked on his, and you could hear your heartbeat rushing in your ears. Bucky held your gaze, smirking, as he lowered himself between your legs and licked a stripe over your pussy, moaning at the taste of you.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet already.” You just whined again and wiggled your hips, trying to get more attention from him. 

“Less talking,” you teased, reaching out to card your fingers through his hair. He dipped down again, curling his tongue against you, into you, over your clit, back and forth, and your grip tightened in his hair and he brought you closer to the edge. You started panting his name, wiggling underneath him, and he held you down with firm hands. You couldn’t help bucking your hips, arching your back and crying out as your orgasm quickly washed over you, warmth and tingles spreading through your entire body.

Collapsing back to the bed, you lay panting, and Bucky’s hand smoothed over your stomach while he pressed kisses and kitten licks to your throbbing heat. Then he turned his head, kissed the inside of your thigh… and blew a raspberry on your skin.

You shrieked, curling into a ball and nearly kneeing him in the chin in the process. Your shriek turned into laughter as he crawled over you, blowing raspberries over every part of your skin he could reach.

“Bucky! Bucky stop oh my god! What the fuck!” He laughed with you, crawling up to kiss your lips, and down your jaw to your neck, but now you were squirmy and ticklish and you tried to get away from him.

“Nuh uh, you come here beautiful,” he drawled, licking back up your throat to kiss your jaw and then your lips. You were finally able to catch your breath and you gazed up at him, his hooded eyes dark and sparkling as he leaned in to kiss you again. Then you grabbed his jaw and turned his head, licking a hot stripe over his cheek instead.

“Got you!!” His eyes flashed again and he grabbed your wrists, easily pinning them down with one hand. He held himself up with the other, then ground his hips down against yours. You couldn’t help but moan at the feel of him, the need for him flaring up in your belly again.

“Do you want it baby?” he teased. It was obvious that you did, but you stuck your tongue out, asking him the same question instead, though a little more breathlessly than you would have liked.

“Do you want it?”

“Yeah, yeah I do. You’re so gorgeous.” Then he was kissing you more tenderly, pushing his boxers down and lining himself up. He pushed into you with a groan and your head fell back, breathy moans falling from your own lips as he moved against you.

“Bucky… Bucky, oh my god.”

“Yeah baby, fuck you feel good.

“Yeah you do too. This is amazing…” Your voice trailed off as he slid into you, then slowly pulled out again, sending heat tingling through your body when he sank back in. You had to grab onto him, wrapping your arms around him, wrapping your legs around his waist, you felt like you were floating, like you were heading towards pure bliss and you never wanted it to stop.

Bucky picked up his pace, grunting softly into the crook of your neck and you were completely losing yourself in him, until you started mumbling.

“Fuck, bucky… fuck, oh god, oh god… fucky, fuck… I…” Bucky’s pace faltered and he snorted against your skin, and then you froze. Your brain felt sluggish in the best way, high from the weed and from Bucky surrounding you, all over you, until you realized what you’d said and burst out laughing.

“Buck!” you snorted, unable to control your laughter. “Your name rhymes with… with fuck!” He twitched inside you and you squealed again, still giggling as you held him tightly.

“You’re ridiculous,” Bucky said with a laugh, kissing your nose. “And fuckin’ adorable.” When your laughter died down some, you gazed up at him, his eyes crinkled with his grin, dark, filled with warmth and desire, hair falling around his face. He was beautiful.

“And you’re fuckin’ handsome, baby. Mister Handsome. As. Fuck.” You pulled his mouth down to yours and kissed him with a smile, feeling his own smile against yours, and you clenched around him, your grin turning devilish as he growled in response.

“Ohhhh darlin’. Now that feels fuckin’ amazing.” His head fell back and his eyes were closed as he started moving against you again, then he leaned forward until his lips found your skin, and he was kissing and nipping at your collarbones, your shoulders, your neck, thrusting harder, pushing deeper, as the pressure started to build.

“Yes, Bucky please, oh god yes!” Your cries rang out, nails digging into Bucky’s skin as he chased the end, and he angled his hips just enough that you started to see stars, that wave breaking and crashing wildly over you again. As you fluttered around him, squeezing his cock impossibly tight, Bucky roared, fucking you through it until he was spilling inside you. You could feel every ripple of muscle beneath your hands, every flex against your skin, every pulse of him inside of you, and it was so fucking good that you almost whited out.

When he collapsed against you, panting, a sheen of sweat covering his body, you whimpered, wiggling against him, feeling completely blissed out, but also sensitive and tingly all over. Bucky rolled to his side, pulling you against him and nuzzling into your neck again.

“Baby you’re so good. You make me feel amazing…” He kissed your neck and pulled a blanket over the two of you, and you snuggled against him, trying to curl into him and much as you could.

“Mmm, thanks Bucky. My fucky Bucky, Mr manly, handsome and adorable.” Bucky snorted against your skin again, and the giggles overtook you both once again.

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[alaufeyson]

My Lassie

Request by @murphslass

Summary ~ something with Murphy confessing his feelings toward me in fluffy smutty way 😅😅

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Here you were at Docs with the boys. Well just Murphy because Connor and Doc went downstairs to get more whiskey.

"I think they passed out." Murphy laughed.

"Probably... light weights." You say taking another shot.

"Just gives me more time with you." He said walking over to you and your back pressed against the pool table.

"Well your in a mood." "Only around you Y/n" he said having his chest against yours. You core was so hot and you wanted Murphy so bad but you knew he didnt think you the way you liked him.

"Aye Lassie can I try something?" He said running his right hand on your cheek.

"Sure Murph." He lifted you up on the pool table and put his hands around your waist.

"Wish I wasn't drunk I would show you how much I care for you." He said kissing at your neck. You closed your eyes loving this feeling and how he was being so soft with you.

"How do you feel about me?" He started to nip at your skin causing a small moan to escape your lips.

"I like you Y/n i dont like you I love you." He said crashing his lips into yours. You kissed back.

"I love you too Murphy." He pulled away from you and stood before your legs with an obvious tent in his blue Jean's.

"This is what you do to me. Christ sakes I think every night I rub one out to the thought of you." You jump down and get on your knees for him.

"Perfect image right there." You unzipped his pants and pull down his boxers. You take him into his mouth causing a loud moan to escape his lips.

"Fuck Y/n" he said throwing his hands in your hair gripping it tight causing you to take him all the way in your throat. He picks up the pace with your hair and pulls you away causing drool to drop down on your tank top.

"Mmm fuck I love how dirty you are." He pulls you into a kiss and makes quick work of your tank top and bra. You try to get back on your knees to taste him again and he stops you.

"I'm coming in that tight wet pussy princess." No sooner he says that he jerks your pants and underwear off.

He lays you on the pool table with your legs and your butt barely on the edge of the table. He gets on his knees between you and kisses up your thighs causing you to squirm on how ticklish you are.

"Stop squirming dollface." He said before he sucked at your clit. It caused you to moan you couldn't get enough of his tongue on you.

"Fuck Murph." You moan trying not to be loud afraid to wake up Connor and Doc.

"That's right baby moan my name." He said before he started to lick faster.

"Murph Murphy I'm going to cum." He grips down on your thighs holding you down while you cum on his face.

He stands up with his goatee glistening from where you just cummed on his face. He pushes you back a little farther on the pool table and stands between your legs rubbing his throbbing member.

"Tell me how bad you want this big cock."

"Murphy please." You plead almost of the verge of begging.

"Not want I want to hear call me daddy."

"Daddy please please I need your big cock please." Before you could finish he entered you causing a loud moan. He threw a hand over your mouth.

"Shhhhh dont wanna wake them and ruin our fun." He started going faster and harder causing the pool table to rock. You were screaming into his hand feeling so good feeling amazing you were rolling your eyes in the back of your head unable to concentrate.

"Fuuuck Y/n I'm going to cum." Murphy said getting sloppy. You felt another wave come over you and you were cumming again.

"Fuck Y/n I'm cumming." Murphys body jerked and his head fell in your neck breathing heavily. He kisses at your neck and you know you have a hickey but you dont care you were in cloud 9 right now.

He stands up and puts his boxers and pants back on and hands you a pair of his sweats and a new pair of underwear since he ripped the ones you had on.

You manage to find your shitt hanging on a random box and you and him are fully dressed now sitting outside on the fire escape to get some cool air to cool down your hot bodies.

"Y/n lassie will you be mine?" He said looking over at you with his baby blue eyes.

"Yes yes Murphy." You say kissing him.

"Hey break it up you too there are children." Connor laughs poking his head out of the window.

"Fuck you Connor "Hun you dont want me to you want my brother." He replied.

"She already did." Murphy said. You slap him in the chest as your face turned red. It was going to be a long night.

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Here you go babes always happy to write a Murphy request for you :) ~Eddiesgirl